"Amitabha, donor, look at the fist. ”

As soon as Ye Xiu's words fell, a monk in his thirties, wearing a white monk's robe, handsome appearance, and an ethereal temperament like a fairy, walked in from the door.

As soon as he entered the door, the monk first shouted the Buddha's horn, and then punched his chest.

This punch, Zhongzheng Pinghe, is a very ordinary punch, all those who practice martial arts and boxing, are very familiar with the boxing method, Zhongping boxing.

The so-called Zhongping is Zhongzheng and peaceful, neither strange and ruthless, nor fierce and fierce, just a mediocre punch.

However, when this punch hit, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Ye Xiu's forehead, and in his feeling, this punch was perfect, flawless, and without any flaws.

If the mountain is not edged, it is high, if the water is silent, it is smooth, and if there is no defect, it is invincible.

And the pace of the monk is not hurried, and the fist is integrated, people follow the fist, fist with the momentum, like a towering and tall mountain, straight and straight crashed over.

There is no magnificence of a punch to intercept the river, and there is no pride to shatter the sky with a punch, but the punch is like a mountain, and it is the most beautiful flow in the world.

"Kill ......"

Ye Xiu let out a low roar, in order to dissipate the shock of his heart, lifting his fist like a drum, puffing up all his strength, and hammering out with one punch.

The fist is forward, indomitable, encountering the river and intercepting the river, and encountering the landslide.

"Yes! ”

The white-clothed monk praised and punched fist to fist, bumping into each other without any fancy.

The white-clothed monk stood still, and Ye Xiu staggered back.

As soon as Ye Xiu retreated, the white-clothed monk took advantage of the situation to advance, and Zhongping handed out a punch, which was as majestic as a mountain at first, but halfway through, the fist changed sharply, fast and strong, like a landslide;

One more inch, the dust settles, and there are no waves in the ancient well;

An inch later, the wind and clouds surged, the moon surged and the river flowed, and the stars hung wide in the sky;

At the end of the boxing, Hao Ran was Ye Xiu's most familiar boxing world, and the world was turned upside down.

"It's so strong!"

Ye Xiu swallowed his saliva, frowned, the white-clothed monk's punch, such as a mountain, such as a river, such as a river, such as the sky, rigid, soft, slow, urgent, etc., everything is tolerated, inch by inch, the fist is not hindered, and it is easy to come.

Under a punch, it is like seeing the mountains and rivers splendid.

"Well done. ”

Ye Xiu's voice was high, his momentum did not decrease but rose, Ye Xiu bent down, exerted force under his feet, and rushed forward, his fists slammed down one left and one right.

In the process of falling with both fists, first slow and then urgent, first soft and then rigid, in a trance, Ye Xiu seemed to once again incarnate the immortal in the immortal drum diagram, and a trace of mysteriousness came to his heart, which originally looked magnificent, but in fact it was a little impatient and rough punch, in the process of falling, it gradually became flawless, and the charm was restrained.

However, under a punch, everything is silent, as if everything in heaven and earth will turn into powder under this punch, the mountains will collapse, and the world will be turned upside down.

"The germination of fist intent, the reason is clear, it is really terrifying!" The white-clothed monk's eyes lit up, and the young man in front of him could move forward with his head held high under his splendid mountains and rivers fist intent, and give birth to the courage to resist, which is already commendable, and what is even more valuable is that under the pressure of the battle, he actually comprehended a trace of the essence of boxing.

Practicing martial arts and boxing is like sailing against the current, and some people are slumped and sluggish in the face of pressure and difficulties, while others are able to rise to the occasion and even make further progress.

The teenager in front of him is obviously the latter.

"Broken ......"

Ye Xiu's eyes were clear, he shouted violently, and with a punch, the splendid mountains and rivers under the punch of the white-clothed monk were beaten with a thousand holes.

After the punch, Ye Xiu did not punch again, but was stunned, maintaining a forward posture of punching, standing still in place and motionless.

The white-clothed monk did not bother, and stood with his fists closed, smiling silently.

The osmanthus flowers in the sky are scattered, gradually covering the young man's body, like a sculpture piled up with osmanthus flowers, quiet and beautiful.

After about half a burnt of incense, Ye Xiu, who was still with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his shoulders shook slightly, and the golden cinnamon covered by his body silently turned into powder, revealing Ye Xiu's figure.

The aura on his body seemed to be the same as before, but it was different, with a hint of sharpness and verve.

Just now, under the pressure of the white-clothed monk's punch of the splendid mountains and rivers, Ye Xiu felt something and understood a trace of the essence of the immortal drum pattern.

The immortal drum style, the big drum of heaven and earth, and the wind and moon of broken mountains and rivers are not in his unparalleled momentum, not in his awe-inspiring domineering, but in the indomitable and indomitable heroism, but in the change of fist strength, melting light and heavy, fast and slow, dynamic and static, wide and small is equal to the shattering and extinguishing of a furnace.

With a heroic heart of 3,000 feet, the immortals lowered their eyebrows when they saw me.

With anger in his heart, courage in his chest, and a fist in his hand, he dared to turn it upside down.

And how to turn it upside down with one punch, this involves the essence of the immortal drum pattern.

The changes in the fist strength of the immortal drum are very complicated at first glance, such as light and heavy, fast and slow, movement and static, etc., but in a word, it is broken and destroyed.

Shatter the heavens and the earth, and destroy all things.

Just now, Ye Xiu understood the essence of the fist technique of shattering and extinguishing, and he could melt the pride in his chest in one style, so that he could smash the splendid mountains and rivers of the white-clothed monk with one punch.

"This is the real immortal drum style, so strong. Ye Xiu clenched his fists, he felt that although it was the same punch, the power now was more than double that of the previous one.

"Thank you for your advice. Ye Xiu calmed down and hugged his fists to thank the white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk smiled: "Being able to comprehend the fist intent is your own hard work and opportunity, and the poor monk is just the icing on the cake." ”

Ye Xiu bowed and saluted: "Whether it's sending charcoal in the snow, or icing on the cake, it's all kindness, even if it's kindness, how can the younger generation not thank you?"

"The donor has a good heart. The white-clothed monk smiled faintly: "I just saw your boxing skills, there is a charm and rhyme, and now I have comprehended the meaning of calculation, and the future is limitless." ”

"But there is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not?"

"Please ask your seniors for advice!" Ye Xiu arched his hand.

"I don't dare to say it, it's just some humble opinions of the poor monk himself. The white-clothed monk smiled faintly: "The mountain has a mountain potential, the water has a water intention, the fist method is a way, the most important thing is a potential and meaning, no potential is unintentional, the fist law is like water without a source, a wood without roots, weak and inappropriate." ”

"Your boxing skills, spirit and momentum are not bad, but they are too rigid in form, too heavy in craftsmanship, lack of spirit and change, and have been in the cage for a long time, and the boxing method is long-term after all, and it can't be on the big stage. ”

Ye Xiu frowned, nodded, and agreed, his boxing skills, coming and going, that kind of momentum, domineering, but lost its agility.

On the other hand, the white-clothed monk, the previous punch, the fist changed for no reason, and the Jiazi was romantic, which made people fascinated.

"So what?"

The white-clothed monk said with a smile: "There is a saying that the scholar is very right, read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles." When it comes to our martial arts practitioners, it is the same principle, practicing boxing ten thousand times and traveling thousands of miles. ”

"Traveling thousands of miles, the mountains and rivers are wind and moon, the world changes, when you see the mountains, you know its majesty, when you see the water, you know its flow, when you see the river, you know its width, and when you see people, you know that people's hearts are changeable. ”

"Seeing, knowing, and knowing, all these understandings and perceptions are integrated into the boxing method, so that the boxing method can be like a person, forever growing and changing. ”

"In addition, this kind of boxing is your own boxing, the boxing method that fits your heart. ”

"Practicing boxing is like being a man. Ye Xiu felt something.

"Haha, wonderful, practicing boxing is like being a man, it's true. The white-clothed monk laughed, his white clothes fluttering, like an immortal.

Ye Xiu bowed his hand and said sincerely: "Thank you seniors for your advice, the juniors are grateful." ”

This is the truth, the guidance of the white-clothed monk really made him feel a lot.

He practiced boxing, there was no one to guide him, he always thought of where to practice, and it was not bad to act from the heart, but he always lacked a trace of foresight and future planning.

Just like a high-rise building, he laid a foundation, and the foundation was built very solidly, but the foundation was always just the foundation, and in the eyes of others, it was just a pile of dirt mounds, and it couldn't become a big climate.

If you want to be tall, you have to have a complete design drawing.

The words of the white-clothed monk are undoubtedly this drawing, which makes his boxing skills possible.

Of course, it's only possible.

Building a high-rise building depends on more than just a drawing, but requires many factors, such as money, workers, time, etc., all of which are indispensable.

"Dare to ask the seniors......" Ye Xiu was about to ask the name of the white-clothed monk when suddenly, a voice sounded outside the courtyard.

"Brother Ye, are you up?"

Immediately after, Bai Feng walked in with a grin.

"Ye ......" saw Ye Xiu standing in the courtyard, Bai Feng was just about to say hello, but suddenly noticed the white-clothed monk on the side, stunned for a moment, his playful expression suddenly retracted, and said cautiously: "Ruyi monk senior, you, why are you here?"

"Ruyi monk, he is the four masters of the Demon Gate, a ruyi monk among the king, a queen and a monk!" Ye Xiu was slightly shocked in his heart.

The four masters of the Demon Gate, as expected, are worthy of their reputation, the realm of the Ruyi monk is not necessarily very high, there is only about a half-step qi realm of cultivation, not to the qi realm, but their understanding of martial arts and boxing is very profound, and the mountains are not to be underestimated.

In his feeling, if life and death are fighting, even if it is the heart moon fox of the qi realm, in front of the Ruyi monk, he may not be an opponent.

"Young Master Bai. The Ruyi monk nodded: "The poor monk just heard that there is a young man in the Aquarius City, who is in the limelight, and his fist is like an immortal, and he defeated the two gang leaders of the Seven Star Castle and the Haihe Gang with one punch, so he came to see it." ”

"The seniors praised it falsely. Ye Xiu touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

The Ruyi monk smiled and pronounced the Buddha's name: "You talk, the poor monk will leave first." ”

After speaking, the Ruyi monk slowly walked out of the door, his white clothes fluttering, and he was dashing.