It has to be said that Ye Junze's move can be said to be not very offensive but extremely insulting.
Perhaps it was just an insignificant little move in Ye Junze's eyes, but in the eyes of many monks, including Miao Ming, Ye Junze's move was obviously a provocation to them.
At that time, the anger of the monks was instantly ignited. His eyes were fierce and he looked at Ye Junze angrily.
The next moment, these monks shouted and rushed towards Ye Junze.
I saw that they were wielding different punches in their hands. Of course, even though the punches were different, the fundamentals were still the same set of punches they had practiced before.
Using their boxing skills, they launched a fierce attack on Ye Junze.
Miao Ming was the first to bear the brunt, approaching Ye Junze first, and then punched Ye Junze in the chest.
The fierce wind blew up a few strands of Ye Junze's hair on his forehead, and attacks from others followed one after another. Pairs of fists seemed to form a circle, surrounding Ye Junze.
However, facing the attacks launched by so many people at the same time, Ye Junze's figure still did not make any movement. He just stood there quietly and calmly with his hands behind his back, quite like a master.
When the distance between these people and Ye Junze got closer, Ye Junze finally started to move. He lightly stomped his left foot towards the ground, kicking up a burst of sand.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Junze put on a familiar boxing stance, and golden light appeared on his fist again. The next moment. Ye Junze suddenly punched forward.
Just for a moment, it was like thunder on the ground, and a banging sound spread. With the radius around Ye Junze, waves of fluctuations continued to spread. At the same time, as Ye Junze punched, there seemed to be an invisible barrier covering the outside, emitting a burst of inexplicable fluctuations.
Seeing this, Huijue and the others' pupils couldn't help but shrink violently. Huijue's eyes were full of shock, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone, "Is this the body-protecting fist?"
"What?!" Yuan Hai couldn't help but raise his voice when he heard this, and said with disbelief in his tone: "This is impossible!"
Even the monk on the right who has always been quiet and unable to speak, his tone is full of shock, "From the time this donor learned the boxing to now, not even a stick of incense has passed. If this is accomplished, As for the body-protecting fist, it’s really… unbelievable.”
Huijue shook his head slightly and responded: "I also think this is unlikely, but judging from the fluctuations emanating from the donor's body, it is indeed a body-protecting fist."
Yuan Hai said in a deep voice: "Is it possible that other powers in his body made us mistakenly think that it was the body-protecting fist?"
Hearing the words, Huijue thought deeply, then nodded slightly and said, "Maybe this is also possible."
At first, Ye Junze only "stole" their boxing skills to compete with Miao Ming, which almost made them forget that he was a practitioner, and it was not surprising that he had other powers and methods. After all, they were the ones who said they wanted Ye Junze to compete with his disciples, and they didn't stipulate what methods he had to use. It would be unfair to him if he was only allowed to use boxing techniques that he had only mastered for a short time.
While the three of them were talking quietly, the monks quickly collided with Ye Junze. I saw everyone's fists suddenly falling towards Ye Junze's body. In just a moment, a pair of huge fists landed directly on the layer of protection outside Ye Junze's body that Huijue and the others called the body-protecting fist.
In an instant, all the monks felt as if their fists had suffered a huge rebound.
There was a "bang" sound, and the monks were thrown away like a goddess scattering flowers.
Among them, Miao Ming and several other monks whose strength was not much different from Miao Ming were not so miserable, but their figures were also retreating backwards.
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground kept coming. You didn't even need to look at it with your eyes, just listening to how loud the "bang bang bang" sound was was enough.
Along with the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, there were also the painful screams of the monks.
When Huijue and the others saw the miserable state of these disciples, they couldn't help but look away, as if they couldn't bear to look at them.
However, although the screams of the monks sounded miserable, because their bodies were different from ordinary people, even if they fell to the ground, they were not seriously injured.
So these monks lay on the ground for a while, and one by one they struggled to get up. They patted the dust on their bodies. When Miao Ming and the others came back, these monks were ready again, with solemn expressions on their faces. You looked at Ye Junze seriously.
The performance of these monks surprised Hui Jue and the other three. They originally thought that they would give up after experiencing such a tragic defeat at the beginning, but now, they still have something to do. Thoughts on continuing to discuss with Ye Junze.
This also made Huijue and the three of them secretly praise these people in their hearts. At least from now on, their performance is relatively worthy of their daily teachings.
After Miao Ming and the other monks re-arranged their posture, they clenched their fists again and swarmed towards Ye Junze.
Soon, without any accident, they were bounced away by Ye Junze's body-protecting fist.
The familiar scene played out again, each of them fell to the ground like dumplings with a plop and a crackle.
But soon they stood up again, clenched their fists again and rushed towards Ye Junze with an indomitable attitude.
However, the result was still very pessimistic, and the outcome this time was still the same as before.
In the following process, the same scene kept playing out. Ye Junze didn't even make a move, but these monks still couldn't break the protective fist outside his body. It can even be said that this is simply a unilateral abuse of themselves.
However, although Miao Ming and the others looked miserable, their mistreatment was not in vain. It can be seen that every time they fall and get up again, the time they hold in front of the body-protecting fist is longer than the last time. And they seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. When they struck together, the punches in their hands seemed to be superimposed together, forming a stronger force.
Their fists were filled with golden light and seemed to be intertwined, forming a unique fist seal.
Everyone punched at the same time, and this time the golden fist mark actually hit the body-protecting fist outside Ye Junze's body. This time, the bright light burst out, causing people's eyes to narrow slightly.
And the next moment, I saw that the body-protecting fist was gradually dented like an air cushion under the bombardment of the fist seals, but it was very tough and did not break. It's like playing Tai Chi with the fist seal. You can force yourself to be strong, but I will remain firm and unmoved.
Miao Ming and the others roared and pushed the fist seal forward with force again. They saw the golden fist seal pushing forward layer by layer and almost touching Ye Junze's body. But at this time, the power on the fist seal seemed to have reached its limit. After advancing an inch forward again, the golden fist seal collapsed and dissipated without any warning.
At the moment when the golden fist seal collapsed, the body-protecting fist suddenly bounced up where it had been pressed down, and a powerful counterforce was instantly transmitted, once again overturning the monks who had no time to take any precautions and fell to the ground.
But this time they still stood up quickly, and there was no trace of frustration or loss in their eyes. Instead, they showed excitement. If you look carefully, you can also find that each of their faces has a fierce fighting spirit. On a high.
After almost countless defeats before, Miao Ming and the others were somewhat surprised to find that they now seem to have better control over their own power, and are no longer unable to freely expand and contract it as they did at the beginning.
After sensing such obvious changes, Miao Ming and the others also understood Abbot Suo's painstaking efforts. And when they looked at Ye Junze this time, in addition to their high fighting spirit, there was also a look of gratitude. Because they understand that if it were not for the benefactor in front of them, it would probably take a long time for them to achieve such a harvest based on their own efforts.
Therefore, everyone secretly made a determination in their hearts, that is, they must work together to defeat Ye Junze once. At the very least, they must break the protective fist outside his body.
The monks, including Miao Ming, thought this in their hearts, and moved their hands quickly. When they punched at the same time, golden fist seals came out again. And what's different from just now is that this time the fist seal looks more solid and vigorous, and it seems to contain extremely strong power.
When everyone shouted loudly, they all pumped their fists and pushed the fist marks in front of them to attack Ye Junze.
In an instant, the golden fist seal collided with Ye Junze's body-protecting fist again. Almost as soon as the two touched, the body-protecting fist was bent to an extremely extreme arc. At first glance, it looked like it would collapse at any time.
As the two continued to stalemate, a "clicking" sound suddenly sounded, and then, a series of fine cracks appeared on the body-protecting fist outside Ye Junze's body, spreading to the surroundings. In just a few breaths, the body-protecting fists that had tortured Miao Ming and the others for a long time finally dissipated.
When Miao Ming and the others saw this, their faces lit up with joy. Immediately they became confident and started a new offensive towards Ye Junze with a fist pump.
Everyone punched at the same time, closing the distance between them and Ye Junze, and smashed their fists at him aggressively.
But this time, the movements in Ye Junze's hands finally changed. This was also the first time he used new moves after he said he wanted to challenge so many people alone. Ye Junze waved his fists and swept away all the fists. And this was just the beginning. All the monks who were swept by Ye Junze's fists flew backwards without exception, even those with stronger strength like Miao Ming were no exception.
This time they also planned to get up quickly, but they soon found that no matter how hard they struggled, it was difficult to get up again, as if all their strength had been exhausted.
"Amitabha." Huijue shouted the Buddha's name, looked at Ye Junze and said, "That's it. Thank you donor."
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