Chen Yang's sentence of "going together" undoubtedly annoyed them.

Bai Sheng snorted: "Xuanyang Dao Leader is inevitably entrusted. ”

Yuan Daodao: "If you talk about Taoism, I am not as good as the Taoist Chief, if you talk about the kung fu in your hands, the Taoist Chief should still discuss with me alone." ”

Su Tianhe was also a little unhappy, it was true that his Taoism was high, but his energy was limited.

Can he cultivate such a path at this age, and still have the energy to practice martial arts?

"Please advise the Taoist. Su Tianhe directly pulled away the boxing frame and said.

Chen Yang smiled and didn't explain anything.

They were reluctant to go together, and Chen Yang was not reluctant.

He looked at Su Tianhe, casually pulled up the Baji Fist, and bent his palm: "Come on." ”

Yuanhe and Baisheng had to retreat to the side for the time being.

Su Tianhe looked at Chen Yang, stepped on it continuously, and suddenly increased speed three meters away, and slapped his right palm on Chen Yang's shoulder from back to front.

Chen Yang's shoulders shrugged slightly, and a skill bounced it away.

As expected, Su Tianhe bent his knees and raised them up, like an eagle spreading his wings, blinking his knees to Chen Yang's waist and eyes, and at the same time clenching his left hand into Chen Yang's temple.

Chen Yang whispered in his heart: "Inner fist?"

He regained momentum very quickly, his fists and feet were extremely ruthless, and he implied that his inner family was close to him.

Chen Yang didn't avoid it, twisted his knee with a reluctant step, grabbed his calf, and slapped the palm of his right hand on his fist.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Su Tianhe only felt the hot pain of his fist, as if a strong force had penetrated into the bone joint, making him involuntarily let go of his fist.

Chen Yang grabbed his shoulder, and as soon as he supported his abdomen, Su Tianhe flew out.

"Bang" smashed down three meters away, Su Tianhe got up with water, looked at Chen Yang, and looked at himself, I just flew like this?

"Concession. Chen Yang said lightly.

Su Tianhe returned the fist and asked, "What the Dao chief just used is also the inner fist?"

Chen Yang said modestly: "I know a little bit about it." ”

Su Tianhe: "......"

He felt in his heart that this person was really pretending.

I'm already very good at my special inner boxing, I can't catch three or two moves in your hands, and I still know a little bit about one or two?

So what am I?

Slag?

Although he lost, his skills were not as good as others, so he was convinced, turned around and sat back on the ground.

The fist still hurts, and it keeps clenching loosely.

"Please advise. ”

Baisheng couldn't wait to step forward.

He has already seen Chen Yang's routine, and he is just a fist, so he can't be very powerful.

You can blast him away with one punch yourself!

Defeat Chen Yang, and his name will resound through Taoism in Lingshan City!

Chen Yang didn't speak, one hand behind him, and the other hand was slightly teasing.

Baisheng approached quickly, and when he shrank to half a step, his right foot suddenly kicked backwards and slammed the ground, almost in a straight line, and his left foot also stepped forward synchronously, and his playing style was quite sharp.

"Boom!"

It sounds like a sound, but in fact, it is two feet on the ground one after the other, and the frequency is extremely fast, as if it landed on the ground at the same time.

Then his right fist struck Chen Yang directly in the chest.

"Huhu~"

When everyone heard the sound of this fist, their faces changed.

Wen Qianjiang's face changed even more, and he secretly stomped his feet: "Nonsense!"

Chen Yang's face was also slightly gloomy.

"Humph!"

He snorted hard, still not backing down, leaning down with one hand and grabbing his fist.

"Let go!" Wen Qianjiang, who was watching the battle, subconsciously shouted.

But in the next second, he saw Chen Yang grab Bai Sheng's fist and shake him back half a step, and he couldn't help but look shocked.

"Who taught you boxing?"

Chen Yang suddenly reprimanded.

Baisheng snorted, ignored it at all, and struck with another punch.

Chen Yang slapped the fist away and said, "Your master taught you boxing, but he didn't tell you that you can't use the half-step collapse fist indiscriminately?"

"I don't need you to teach me a lesson!"

Baisheng was beaten by him and retreated, and his heart became more and more annoyed.

Suddenly there was a low roar, his heel stopped retreating, and another crashing fist hit the chest.

"I only practice martial arts, but I don't learn to be a man!"

Chen Yang's heart was also on fire, his waist sank slightly, his body was standing on the floating cloud pile, and the same fist collided with his fist.

As he slammed his fist, a series of splashes of water splashed from his wet sleeves.

"Click!"

The two fists collided, and Baisheng's right arm suddenly twisted into a strange arc.

He screamed in pain on his face, took several steps back, covered his right arm and dripped cold sweat.

Wen Qianjiang hurriedly ran over and held his right hand, his face was extremely pale.

The gloomy gaze turned to Chen Yang, and Wen Qianjiang tried his best to suppress his anger: "Abbot Xuanyang, it's just a matter of learning, why bother hurting your body?"

Chen Yang didn't give face at all: "It's just a competition? Is this how the half-step collapse fist is used? Does he want to learn from each other, or does he want to kill people? The disciple is not sensible, and the master is not sensible?"

The half-step collapse fist is extremely powerful, and ordinary people only practice it for self-defense, and they must not be used indiscriminately unless they have to.

But anyone who learns to break the fist, the master of the martial arts will be solemnly admonished.

In ancient times, there was a saying that a half-step collapse punch hit the world, and this collapse punch can penetrate the chest and back.

If it weren't for him Chen Yang today, if he changed someone, I was afraid that if he came up, he would be beaten half to death.

"Master, I'm fine. Baisheng's face turned pale, endured the pain of broken bones, and shook his head.

Wen Qianjiang breathed unevenly and said: "The Xuanyang abbot has a profound fist technique, and the poor road is also itchy and unbearable, can you advise?"

Everyone listened to it, what kind of trouble is this?

Yin Qingfeng, a group of Taoist priests who came to communicate, were speechless.

Who is the protagonist of the meeting?

Are we here to be spectators?

"Master, don't fight him. Baisheng grabbed the master's sleeve.

He often competed with his master, who was definitely not Chen Yang's opponent.

Even if you fight, you're asking for your own hardship.

Liu Hanxian walked over at this moment and said, "Qianjiang Daoyou, this is not in accordance with the rules. ”

Song Jingwei saw it in his eyes, he hoped that Chen Yang and Wen Qianjiang would fight, and the bigger the trouble, the better.

But if it is too big, it will also have an impact on the Qingfeng concept.

So he also walked over and said, "There are no eyes in the fists and feet, and it is inevitable that you will be injured by mistake." ”

Wen Qianjiang nodded, didn't say anything, and helped Baisheng to leave Qingfeng Temple directly.

Chen Yang looked at Yuan He: "Are you still fighting?"

The corner of Yuanhe's mouth twitched: "Don't fight." ”

How can this be fought?

Blind people can see that Chen Yang is not only profound, but also worthy of the title of master with his national art attainments.

Moreover, he fought against Su Tianhe, using internal fists.

fought against Baisheng, but it was a half-step collapse.

The most incomprehensible thing for him is that he has mastered the essence of both boxing techniques.

Maybe he'll have something else to do.

It is said that it is miscellaneous but not refined, but this situation does not exist in Chen Yang at all.

"Abbot Jingwei, I still have something to do, let's go first. ”

Chen Yang said a word and left.

Song Jing said slightly: "I'll send you." ”

"Trouble. ”

When the two left the backyard, when no one was around, Song Jing said slightly: "Two disciples of Poor Dao died, and Fa Ming is also vulgar." ”

Chen Yang was silent.

Song Jingwei said: "When I was three years old, Fa Ming's parents died, when I was seven years old, I adopted him from the orphanage, sixteen years, I hope he can take over Qingfeng Guan and pass on the incense of Qingfeng Guan......"

"Abbot Jingwei doesn't need to send it, goodbye. ”

Walking to the door, Chen Yang interrupted him and left directly.

Song Jing watched him leave, the fist in his long sleeve slowly loosened, and he recited a meditation mantra. Read the latest chapter of the "Taoist Temple Cultivation System Claw Book House" for free for the first time.