There is a way that the marrow knows the taste.

After the two monks of Juezhi Juehui ate a fragrant barbecue and called flower chicken, they fell and completely joined the small gang of Wanyankang.

It's just that these two people are monk disciples after all, and they are not as free as lay disciples, and they still have many tasks to do in the temple on weekdays, and they can't leave behind in the morning and evening classes. But every three or five days, the two of them will definitely rush to the back mountain and fight a dozen tooth sacrifices.

There is a saying that people are short-handed and soft-mouthed. Juezhi Juehui eats every once in a while, and often sells his strength to guide the martial arts of his junior and younger brothers.

For Wan Yankang, there are two best sparring partners.

Although his skills have surpassed those of Juezhi Juehui, if these two join forces to fight against each other, Wan Yankang will not be an opponent immediately. Since entering the temple, Juezhi and Juehui have eaten, lived and practiced together. The two are not twin brothers, the tacit understanding is better than twin brothers, and with a glance, they know how the other party should respond.

If Wan Yan Kang is paired with one person alone, he can basically solve the battle within thirty moves. But once the two joined forces, Wan Yankang felt that he was stuck in a quagmire, and he fell to the bottom of ten moves.

It's just that Juezhi and Juehui want to win Yan Kang, and it's not easy.

What do you say?

This little uncle has two major magical skills, and his defensive power is already good, even if he is hit with three punches and two kicks in the fight, if it is not a vital point, then at most he will be beaten back a few steps, and he will only suffer pain, and his combat effectiveness will be weakened very limited.

The cold and the summer have passed, and another year has passed. In the past year, the third volume of Wanyan Kang Jiuyang Divine Skill has been almost completed, and eight meridians have been opened up throughout the body. Originally, according to Yan Kang's preset, he should have been able to open up the nine meridians, but he found that every time he practiced the Vajra Divine Skill, the internal force of the Jiuyang Divine Skill seemed to be a little lost, so the progress was a little slower.

Wan Yankang also wanted to ask Tianwu why he was like this, but he thought that if Tianwu let him run his internal force, he would inevitably find that his internal force at this time was completely different from the Quanzhen internal force, so he gave up.

Over the past year, Wanyan Kang's martial arts have continued to improve, and Tian Dali's six people are more prominent among the small monks.

It's just that looking at Tian Dali's thick and dark figure now, how can he not follow the three words of the little disciple.

A year ago, Tian Dali's body shape had grown to be similar to that of ordinary adults, and in the past year, he has risen by half a head, and his body is taller than Juezhi and Juehui. And looking at this trend, this guy can continue to string up. Tian Dali was proud, thinking that he would be able to surpass Second Uncle Wu in a year and a half, and then he would be able to compare his size and strength with him.

Juexi's martial arts rank second, his roots are basically solid, and the iron cloth shirt is practiced well, except for Tian Dali, a monster, he is just like Juekong in a group of young disciples, his martial arts are high, and his popularity is good.

Luo San and a few people came to the top, and their martial arts gradually caught up from the bottom position, and they could rank to the level of the middle and upper reaches. Although Zhou Xiaojiang looks small, the progress of the iron cloth shirt practice is not good, but the light skill is the best among several people.

One morning, Wan Yankang finished practicing internal skills in the meditation room, and was coming out to breathe, when he saw Juekong coming towards him.

Wan Yankang greeted with a smile: "Master nephew, have you finished teaching boxing?" ”

Juekong nodded: "Exactly." ”

The two exchanged a few words, and Juekong asked with a smile: "The nephew heard that the uncle came in and the martial arts made rapid progress, but Juezhi Juehui and they are not uncle's opponents?" ”

Wan Yankang was rarely modest: "Where, where, it's all my teachers and nephews who let me." ”

Juekong said again: "Uncle Shi is too modest, just in time for today, why don't you accompany Uncle Shi to learn from him?" ”

Wan Yankang heard it, just as Juekong said, now he and Juezhi Juehui have been fighting for three days, and they are very familiar with each other, and they feel a little bored with each other. Being able to compete with the first person of this Juezi generation is just to test his martial arts progress, so Uncle Wuwu Xiao raised his spirit and competed with Juekong.

Juekong only uses Luohan fist to fight the enemy, one move and one style, which is very clear.

Wan Yankang first used Luohan Boxing, and there were a few moves in the middle to break the ice palm, and the one that hit was called a tiger and a tiger.

Juekong accompanied his uncle to make a move, and his moves were very polite, and the whole process was mainly defensive, and Wan Yankang was forced to make several flaws in the middle, and he didn't take the opportunity to attack it.

After trying about thirty or forty moves, Juekong took the initiative to jump away, claiming that he still had something to do, and he would accompany his uncle to learn from him when he was free next time, so he said goodbye and left.

Although Wan Yankang was not yet happy, he had to give up, he watched Juekong leave, and said in his heart that the martial arts of this master and nephew were indeed powerful, and there was no flaw in the boxing technique. After Juekong left, Wan Yankang kept reviewing the scene just now, and he still made a few gestures in his hand.

At night, after Yan Kang practiced internal strength, he turned over and went to sleep.

Not long after falling asleep, he seemed to hear a squeak in the dimness, Wan Yankang half-opened his eyes, and in the faint light, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him silently.

After Yan Kang was excited, he suddenly fell asleep, he lifted the quilt to the place where the black shadow came from, and turned over to meet the enemy.

The black shadow came very quickly, and the quilt that Wan Yankang lifted out almost did not play any role in blocking the enemy, and he felt a huge fist attacking the door in front of him.

Before the fist arrives, the fist wind arrives first!

The fist is fierce and the fist is fierce!

Although Wan Yankang practiced the King Kong Divine Skill, in the face of such a fist, he would never dare to try it with his body, and only clenched his fist with his left hand, and it was a grid upward.

Originally, Wan Yankang thought that when he could completely open this punch, his right fist would be able to take advantage of the situation to counterattack. How do you know that the opponent's strength is extremely condensed, and he can only punch the opponent up an inch with all his strength, he knows that it is not good, and when he sees the electric light, his head shrinks down.

The opponent's fist rubbed Yan Kang's scalp and hit it!

After Yan Kang took the punch, he immediately knew that he was by no means this person's opponent, and he was about to call for help.

The punch that had been punched to the head was not recovered, but turned into a palm, and he pressed his left hand and pressed down hard.

Wan Yankang was pressed like this, so he had to fight with all his might, how dare he speak out in his mouth.

Although the opponent suppressed Wan Yankang in one fell swoop, he still continued to exert his strength, pressed Wan Yankang's left hand along with his head, and hit Wan Yankang's chest and abdomen with his left fist.

Wan Yankang should be hit by the body, such as a heavy hammer.

If it is someone else, even if his skill is equivalent to that of Wan Yankang, he will be seriously injured if he is hit by this punch. Thanks to Yan Kang, he has never slackened in his practice in the past two years, and King Kong is not bad, and he still has the strength to fight back after receiving a heavy blow, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist with his right hand to hit the opponent's chest.

Wanyan Kangman thought that he could exchange injuries for injuries this time, but he didn't know that he punched him with all his strength, but he was easily blocked by his opponent. As the middle door opened, he was punched twice in the chest and abdomen, and most of his strength dissipated, and he was powerless to resist for a while.

The index finger of the opposite head was connected, and several acupoints of Wanyankang were sealed, along with the dumb acupoints.

After Yan Kang fought with this person for a few rounds, like a rabbit falling like a rabbit, between two breaths, even the cry for help could not be issued, and life and death had fallen into the hands of people.

After Yan Kang was restrained, he came back to his senses in his mind, and a name flashed: Juekong!

The other party took out a fire fold from his bosom, lit the oil lamp in the room, searched the room for a while, and found a dozen letters. After he watched it carefully in front of the light, he walked up to Wan Yankang, pressed Yan Kang's throat with one hand and said: "I have something to ask you, you answer in a whisper, if there is any abnormal movement, I click, your life will be gone, and you will blink if you understand." ”

At this time, the room was already bright, and Juekong was wearing a monk's robe, no different from the daytime, and he didn't even cover his face scarf.

Wan Yan Kang blinked his eyes, and then Juekong unlocked his dumb hole.

After Yan Kang's dumb hole was unraveled, he showed the most sincere smile in his life and said, "Master nephew, is there any misunderstanding between us?" ”

Juekong pressed Yan Kang's throat tightly, and said in a deep voice: "I asked, you answer!" ”

Wan Yankang immediately stopped his voice and blinked his eyes obediently.

After seeing Yan Kang's obedience, Juekong released his hand slightly, and began to ask: "Are you the prince of Zhao today?" ”

Wan Yankang listened to Juekong's question, although his words were flat, but his heart was full of hatred. Wan Yankang knew that his identity as a little prince who had been windy and rainy since he was reborn had finally let himself suffer.

Although I don't know why Juekong, who is modest and benevolent on weekdays, is judged to be two people tonight, but this person didn't even bring a face towel to attack like this, and he must have the intention of killing people. Wan Yankang's mind was running wildly, thinking about how to answer to survive the difficulty, but in the end, he could only answer one sentence.

"Yes!"