The one-finger Zen cast with one hand was cast by Ye Huang with both hands, and the energy turned into two torrents, shooting out from between the index fingers of Ye Huang's left and right hands like a splashing bullet.

The tangible and intangible energy streaked through the void one after another, shooting towards Kuhui.

And behind Ku Hui, it seemed that countless fingers appeared, dissolving all the energy that came from the attack. And Kuhui itself doesn't seem to have any movement at all, as if he is in a state of concentration.

After attacking more than a dozen times, Ye Huang finally understood that it was absolutely impossible for his one-finger Zen to break through the defense of Senior Brother Ku Hui's Cheng Jing Finger.

Cheng Jing finger is Shaolin Temple seventy-two stunts, the fingering of the Dharma Academy, this stunt was originally a static braking, preemptive move, so in the defensive ability is very outstanding, Ye Huang's attack can not work at all.

"Hehe, Xiao Yezi! After going down the mountain for three months, the true qi is much thicker, and in such a short period of time, I still don't have a red face and a heartbeat, if I don't understand the fourth weight of the Chengjing Finger, I'm afraid I really can't stop your tide-like attack. Ku Hui said admiringly.

"Senior brother is the real horror, I've fought hard, senior brother, you can't even move. Ye Huang stopped attacking, his eyes flashing with excitement, his brain racing, thinking about how to defeat Kuhui.

Of course, it is impossible for Ye Huang to really defeat Ku Hui, Ku Hui is the one who has the highest cultivation among the younger generation of the Dharma Academy, and only a few people such as Ku Zhen and Ku Chan can really use all their strength to fight. As long as Ye Huang can force Ku Hui to dodge his attack moves, he will win.

Excitement and excitement spread to Li Ling's heart through a special connection, and for some reason, Li Ling's heart also burned with fighting spirit, eager to jump off the stone steps and fight side by side with Ye Huang.

"But if that were all there was to it, I would be a little disappointed. Ku Hui said that before going down the mountain, Ye Huang was able to force him to retreat, and now his fingering has improved.

"Of course, I won't let you down, senior brother. ”

Ye Huang's real strength is not a finger Zen.

"Li Ling!"

Ye Huang looked back at Li Ling.

Li Ling immediately nodded in understanding, she jumped down the stone steps and ran to Ye Huang's side. In this way, Ye Huang was able to rush towards Ku Hui and launch a melee attack without worrying about being out of range of ten meters with Li Ling.

"Chiba Rulai Palm!"

Ye Huang waved his hands and slapped them in the void. With each palm, I saw a palm condensed by golden light, forming in front of Ye Huang's body, forcing towards Kuhui, Ye Huang slapped a total of more than 20 palms, and there were more than 20 golden palms in the void, rushing towards Kuhui together with Ye Huang's body.

These golden palms are like substance, and each palm has the power to open mountains and split stones.

But Ku Hui, who was standing in front of Ye Huang, was holding the Dan Realm cultivation in his arms, so he naturally dealt with it easily. I saw that Ku Hui was not in a hurry, and Cheng Jing pointed at the mysterious trajectory in the void, and lightly dotted on those golden palms.

In front of his fingertips, the palms formed by those condensed powers were as fragile as foam, and with a slight touch of his hand, the golden palms turned into powder and dissipated into the void. His attack seemed to be slow, but it was thrilling to dissolve all the golden palms that came from more than twenty attacks.

In the end, the palm slapped by Ye Huang's body was also pressed against the palm by Ku Hui with two fingers.

The palms and fingertips touched together, and the hands of both of them burst out with the golden light of the protective body. The impact of the collision of golden light caused Ye Huang to stagger back two steps, while Ku Hui only withdrew his fingers, and his body did not retreat in the slightest place.

The huge impact continued to vibrate towards the surroundings like ripples.

Ye Huang's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly rushed to Li Ling's side and opened the golden light of the protective body, helping her block the impact. And Wang Xiaoming, who was further away, didn't have such good luck, he was directly overturned by the impact and fell down the stone steps, fortunately, he himself has a bright cultivation, and the fall was not painful for him, but the impact just now made him a little unable to come back to his senses.

Also shocked by the impact were other monks who were hiding.

On a peach tree with a crooked neck, a monk jumped down, only to see that after his feet landed, as if rooted in the ground, his body was like an ancient bell, and the golden light that appeared on his body condensed into a translucent cover. He shouted to the rear, "Hurry up, hurry up, little Miaozi, little Xuanzi, you two can't stop the impact, hurry up and get into the golden bell jar." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the dense weeds on the side, and two seven or eight-year-old bald monks rolled up and ran towards the inside of the golden bell jar.

In addition to these two little monks, there are also two fifteen or sixteen-year-old monks who also play with the golden bell jar and squeeze in.

However, the place was too small, and the two fifteen or sixteen-year-old little monks bumped into each other and knocked each other out.

The monk who cast the golden bell jar glared and said, "You two are making a lot of fun, block it yourself!"

The two fifteen or sixteen-year-old little monks glanced at each other, quickly got up, and the two of them clasped their hands together and resisted a wave of impact.

One two, three four...... In order to resist, more and more monks had to emerge from hiding places, each showing their magic to block the impact.

At this time, Li Ling and Wang Xiaoming discovered that there were more than a dozen bald monks hiding around, they were wearing uniform gray monk robes, some were in their twenties, and some were only seven or eight years old.

After being forced to appear, more than a dozen monks walked towards Ye Huang's side in a hurry, and they showed bright and bright smiles.

"Little Yezi, hahaha! You're back, we want to surprise you. A monk who looked to be in his thirties said that among a group of bald monks whose average age was no more than twenty, he did not look of the same generation. This monk's Dharma name Kumo is only two years older than Ye Huang, but he looks a little anxious, and the golden bell jar just now was cast by him.

"Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother Ye. I said I'll bring a lollipop when I come back......" The two little monks who were hiding in the golden bell jar just now stood up and asked, both of whom were only seven or eight years old, and looked as if they were printed out of a mold. This is a pair of twin brothers' little monks, whose law name is bitter and wonderful.

"Senior Brother Ye......"

"Little Leaf ......"

More than a dozen bald heads got together, chattering, gossiping, a sentence on the left Brother Ye, and a sentence on the right about Xiao Yezi.

Ye Huang looked around at all the bald heads present, looking at the familiar and kind faces, he only felt a burst of heat in his heart, only here, he had a real feeling of home, and all the people here were his family.