Although the young man in white spoke in a somewhat frivolous manner, his eyes looked at the old monk in the middle opposite him with piercing energy, making people believe that this was not a joke.
"How dare you!" Feng Yi was the first to react, standing between him and Fa Xiang, and scolded sternly, "Where did the little thief come from, dare to come to Kuchan Temple to run wild! Master Fa Xiang is the leader of today's martial arts, how can he be a little kid like you? Can a madman challenge you if you want? Even if the masters don't care about it today, I can't spare you!"
He resented the other party for taking advantage of the opportunity of his father and son's visit to sneak into the temple, and there was anger burning in his heart. Moreover, he thought that when a rebellious young man caused trouble, it would be inappropriate for the eminent monk of the Dharma generation and his father to take action directly. In comparison, his martial arts might be slightly better than Huiming's, so he was the most suitable candidate.
Seeing that no one came to persuade him, Feng Yi knew that his father and all the masters had tacitly agreed that he would teach the ignorant boy in front of him a lesson. He immediately held up his hands like buttons, made movements with his fingers like twisting beads, and suddenly used his right wrist to attack him, and attacked him. On the martial arts school field that day, Feng Cong attacked Fa Xiang in exactly the same way.
The young man in white was staggered, his feet were dusty and he avoided the first blow. He said calmly: "I have eaten your thirty-two glutinous rice balls, so I will give you thirty-two moves first."
The water in the pot was boiling just now, and the glutinous rice balls were rolling in the pot. He picked up the glutinous rice balls and hurriedly put them into his mouth. Unexpectedly, he still remembered exactly how many he had eaten.
Feng's leaf-folding technique is a skill that uses speed to defeat the enemy. Jiang Xiaoyu's skill is still difficult to defeat, which shows its advantages. However, Feng Yi attacked more than twenty times, but he didn't even touch the corner of the boy in white, which made him angry, frightened and frightened. He thought to himself, "I have underestimated this kid, because my father faced me like this." It’s impossible to avoid all the attacks, I’m afraid I’m going to fall into trouble today.”
Feng Cong and others looked on, all looking worried. It was obvious that they had seen some clues in the martial arts skills of the young man in white.
"Donor Feng, this young man's footwork and body skills are extremely mysterious. I wonder if the benefactor can figure out the origin?" Faxiang asked softly, tilting his head.
Although Kuchan Temple is a Jianghu sect, it does not spend much time walking around the Jianghu. Therefore, although Dharma Xiang can see some knowledge, it still wants to seek confirmation from Feng Cong.
In terms of experience, they consider themselves quite inferior.
Feng Cong cleared his throat and replied in a low voice: "Master, if I'm not mistaken, that boy's footwork should be the Salt Gang's secret skill - 'Nine Palaces Wandering Dragon Step'."
The Salt Gang has dominated the world for many years and has countless exquisite martial arts. However, the top martial arts among them can only be practiced by successive gang leaders and their descendants. As the world knows, they are Dragon Capturing Kung Fu, Five Yang Vajra Palm, Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, Taihang Divine Walking Technique and Nine Palaces Wandering Dragon Step.
In the battle of Hongshiwan, Zhang Suiguang used the Dragon Seizing Technique to capture Gui Rouxiao, who was dismantling Mei Yuanchen. He used the Wuyang Vajra Palm to head-on with the "Ruyi" palm technique, and used the Nine Palaces Wandering Dragon Step to dodge the chain of "Yi" sword techniques. The killing move, and then used the "Reincarnation Finger" to catch Xu Jinye's Xu Jiajian.
Except for the "Reincarnation Finger" which is Zhang Suiguang's self-created martial arts, the rest are derived from the inheritance of the Salt Gang through generations.
The Dharma Prime Minister nodded and said solemnly: "Exactly. Judging from his physical skills, it seems that he also has the essence of the 'Tai Xing Shen Xing'. From this point of view, this child's martial arts origin must come from the Salt Gang. The old monk is ignorant. , I wonder when the Salt Gang gained such a young master?"
Several old monks looked at me and I looked at you, all with blank faces. Feng Cong on the side also shook his head slightly when he saw it.
"Boom!" After a dull sound, Feng Yi was thrown more than ten feet away on all fours. Fortunately, the boy in white managed to hold back 70% to 80% of his strength at the last moment. After he fell to the ground, he felt a burning pain in his buttocks and chest pain. There is no feeling of stagnation in the strength.
Even though he tried his best, he was still far inferior to others. Feng Yi knew that there was no need to continue to entangle him. He glanced at the young man in white in surprise and then walked to his father. He lowered his head and said with lowered eyebrows: "My child is not good at learning and has embarrassed the Feng family's leaf-folding skills." .”
It could be heard that he was ashamed at this moment.
I have been studying and practicing diligently for the past twenty years, thinking that one day I could become famous and become the leader of Ten Thousand Lights. Unexpectedly, I was humiliated by a young man in front of my father and senior masters. He attacked thirty-two times in succession, without even catching the corner of the opponent's clothes. The boy in white only made one move, and he was knocked eight or nine steps away. The gap was like a cloud and mud.
Seeing his son's slumped and self-reproaching look, Feng Cong felt pity in his heart and comforted him with a smile: "Yier, people are born with different talents, and this destiny cannot be violated. Your talent is not outstanding, and you need to make up for it with hard work. There are countless martial arts masters who have become talented through hard work since ancient times. You are still young and have a bright future. You don’t have to be limited by temporary success or failure. The hard work you have put in is seen by your father. Every drop of water can penetrate the stone. I believe you will achieve great things in the future. Above me!"
After speaking, he reached out and patted his shoulder gently twice.
Feng Yi received his father's encouragement, and the bitterness in his heart immediately dissipated. He nodded with a smile and stepped aside.
"Well said!" The young man in white across the street praised him with a look of deep approval. After speaking, he gave Feng Cong a thumbs up.
When everyone here saw this, they all felt that the boy's eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be making fun of the loser, but they were a little surprised.
Feng Congxing took two steps forward, cupped his hands and said, "I would like to thank you in advance for not hurting the dog." Not only Feng Yi, but also others could see that the young man in front of him had the ability to hurt people, but he never did it. It hurts.
"You're welcome! You're welcome! I ate half of your pot of hot glutinous rice balls, so it's even at best. Where's the favor?" The young man in white waved his hands and smiled, "Besides, it's just a martial arts competition, and there's no deep hatred, so why should we? Are you going to hurt someone? That’s too cruel.”
When he said these words, his goodwill was released, and for a while, the tense atmosphere in the palace quietly calmed down.
Looking at his appearance, discerning his actions, and listening to his words, he doesn't seem to be a ruthless person. There is still room for maneuver in what happened today.
Feng Cong nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with these words. But I saw him shaking his sleeves, holding his hands in a ceremony, and said seriously: "Young hero has defeated my son, why don't I take over your moves?"
The son lost, but the "Feng's leaf-folding hand" has not yet lost.
If word spread about what happened today, some people would say that the descendant of "Feng's leaf-folding hand" could not survive a single move at the hands of an unknown boy. For the Feng family, that was a great shame and humiliation!
Of course he could see that the young man in front of him was extremely skilled in martial arts, and he was just trying his best at this moment. If he really wanted to let go and fight, he might not be his opponent.
But Feng Cong still wanted to win.
"If we fight with all our strength, we still have a five-point chance of winning. Even if we lose, there will be back and forth between the two sides, and it can be considered a decent loss. What's more, the opponent is most likely to be a big shot in the Salt Gang. The 'Feng's Leaf-folding Hand' loses Give the Salt Gang a half-dozen tricks, and you won’t lose your reputation if you spread the word.”
The young man in white was about to answer, but he was overtaken by the Buddhist monk: "Donor Feng is interested! Since this young master said that he came to Kuchan Temple today to have a few tricks with the old monk, why shouldn't the old monk do what he wants?"
The old monk was a kind-hearted person. He had competed with Feng Cong on the Ruozhou martial arts school, and today he also watched the young man in white take action. He expected that Feng Cong was not sure of victory, so he spoke out in time to stop him. After all, Feng Yi is a junior of the Feng family, so his loss is not a big deal. However, if Feng Cong loses again, then the "Feng family's leaf-folding hand" brand will really be ruined.
Feng Cong immediately understood the good intentions of the Dharma Prime Minister. He no longer persisted and slowly lowered his hands.
"This is the best!" The young man in white said with a smile while stroking his hands.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man bent his fingers and claws to attack the Dharma Prime Minister. It is as fast as lightning and as powerful as a mountain. Wherever the energy reaches, the sky trembles slightly.
The old monk lowered his shoulders and drew back his elbows, his robe and fingers passing by in the air.
The blow missed, and the body of the young man in white was thrown out quickly along with the attack, and slammed into Fa Xiang. The old monk raised his middle finger to the Zen button, and his cassock instantly wrapped the young man like an iron blanket.
"Kasaya's demon subduing skill?" The young man took a few steps back, stood up and asked. No one saw how he escaped from the circle of cassocks. Perhaps he was too fast, or the cassocks were too big and blocked everyone's sight, or both.
Fa Xiang is not on the list of masters in Zhaixing Pavilion, but everyone knows that he has two martial arts that are unparalleled in the world, one is the Dragon Claw Hand, and the other is the Great Compassion Hand. The rest seems to be rarely known to outsiders.
The young man in white paused for a moment, then stepped forward again, using various martial arts such as palm skills, claw skills, kick skills, and grappling skills. Fazheng and Fayan, who were fighting outside the circle, watched intently and were shocked. On the face.
In terms of martial arts attainment alone, this boy is definitely not inferior to others. However, looking at his age, I am afraid he is not yet in his prime.
After all, Feng Cong had experienced the Ruozhou Alliance event and had seen the skills of Jiang Xiaobai, Jiang Xiaoyu, and Mei Yuanchen. Therefore, although he was surprised, he would not lose his composure like the three old monks.
"How many talented people are there in this world?"
After passing through their thoughts, the two exchanged more than a hundred moves. The young man in white's attack became more and more fierce, while the monk Dharma Prime Minister guarded the door. The scene turned out to be contradictory.
"Defending for a long time without attacking is not the way to win after all." Feng Cong thought to himself, "Master still has to wait for the opportunity to attack."
Faxiang's defensive moves are very strange. He always rubs his hands in a circle and covers his face, throat, chest and abdomen, as if he doesn't care how the other party moves. In this way, the young man in white has never been able to break through his defensive circle.
"What kind of martial arts is this? It's so weird!" The young man muttered softly, "How come you never heard grandpa talk about it!"
After changing a few more attack methods, he still couldn't get around the opponent's hand rubbing, and the young man finally stopped, with a bitter look on his face. After seventeen rounds of main attacks, he had actually vaguely found a way to break it. However, with his current skills, he would have to use all his strength to break the defensive move of the Dharma. If so, both sides would be damaged.
"To break his defense, you only need to use your strong internal strength to block his hand-rubbing combo. After using the moves, his defense will collapse. To break his hand-kneading, you only need to hit his throat with all your strength. The old monk will block it with both hands. , the internal forces are stimulating and the attack and defense are blocked. I can move faster than the old monk, so I think I can get the upper hand. But if the old monk takes advantage of the internal forces to quarrel with me and entangle me to compete with each other, that would be terrible."
This was not the purpose of his going up the mountain today, and it was not his intention to hurt anyone or get hurt.
"I lost." The young man in white calmed his breath and said Zheng Se to Fa Xiang.
