Swish!

Zhou Botong's body shook, flashed behind Wang Dong like a flash, and slapped it with one palm.

He didn't even use half of his strength in this palm, but he just repeated the old trick, wanting to test Wang Dong's martial arts.

However, Zhou Botong could easily play Guo Jing, but when he met Wang Dongke, he failed.

Wang Dong stood calmly, seemingly defenseless, and let Zhou Botong's probe slap him.

Zhou Botong's palm touched Wang Dong's shoulder, and he suddenly screamed in pain, he only felt that the dense qi was like a thin needle of cow hair, and the cone of bones poured in with the true qi and pierced into his palm!

"It hurts, it hurts!" Zhou Botong shook his hand again and again in pain, shouting pain and surprise at the same time: "What kind of martial arts is this?" Trained like Rong'er's soft hedgehog armor? ”

Wang Dong looked back at him and said with a smile: "Old naughty boy, do you want to know what kind of martial arts it is?" Try it again. ”

Zhou Botong had some intentions, and then waved his hand again and again: "Don't try, don't try, my old naughty boy is not stupid, I won't be fooled again after suffering a loss!" Unless you don't use this hedgehog effort. ”

Wang Dong said: "Okay! ”

"Still don't try, I see that you are as bad as Rong'er, you must be lying to my old naughty boy." Zhou Botong still shook his head, his eyes glanced at Wang Dong's back, and suddenly exclaimed: "Huh! Someone again! ”

Before the words fell, Zhou Botong moved his hands together, drew a sword momentum with his left hand, and displayed a true swordsmanship, holding a fist in his right hand to gather qi, empty and empty, and his fist was mysterious, but he showed his stunt of fighting left and right.

"What an old urchin, what a slippery head." Hong Qigong laughed.

Wang Dong was also dumbfounded, this old naughty boy is not old-hearted, and his childlike heart is not lost, and he actually used this child's trick to deceive.

Zhou Botong suffered a loss, and this time he didn't dare to touch himself at will. The left and right hands only used three points of force for the offensive, but retained seven points of force, and they could be calmly withdrawn at any time when they saw that the situation was wrong.

His martial arts have reached the state of doing whatever he wants, and any shot is a circle of wishful thinking, fighting left and right, and complementing each other's moves. It's seamless, airtight.

Wang Dong's figure swayed sharply, and suddenly leaned forward, Zhou Botong's offensive did not arrive, but he was the last to come, his five fingers were like sharp blades, and between the swishes, Zhou Botong's dense offensive was cut open.

Immediately, the five fingers were retracted, and the probe claws were grabbed out. Straight as a dragon in the clouds, a white tiger in the wind, between the dragon and the tiger's roar, the claws were wrapped in strength and grabbed the old naughty boy's chest placket.

"Oops!"

Zhou Botong exclaimed.

"It's late! Pour it for me! Wang Dong was still smiling, his demeanor was calm, it seemed that this was just a casual probe, a grab, and then Zhou Botong threw out the whole person upside down. Stuck on the ground, it was difficult to get up for half a day.

Hong Qigong looked at him in embarrassment. Instead of helping, he gloated: "Old naughty, old naughty, you can be regarded as hitting the iron plate today!" Ha ha! ”

Huang Rong also covered her mouth and snickered, only Guo Jing, an honest man, hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Oh, you're always called Hanako, and Rong'er, if you don't come to help, forget it. They even laughed at me! What a villain, a villain, my old naughty boy will never play with you again. ”

Zhou Botong immediately turned his gaze to Wang Dong, his eyes were dripping, and he rubbed his waist and said, "Little brother." It's such a powerful kung fu, my old naughty boy was knocked down so suddenly, I think it's ...... Even my brother and you are between you. ”

Zhou Botong couldn't help but feel a little weak when he said this.

He is purely putting gold on Wang Chongyang's face, Wang Chongyang is his senior brother in the face, but in fact he is his guide, also a teacher, a father, a brother and a friend, he respects Wang Chongyang very much, and he does not want to lose Wang Chongyang's prestige.

"And that you just did...... Just like that, I can't get up, I can't get up, what kind of kung fu is this? Zhou Botong was talking while making a throwing motion.

Hong Qigong thought about it at this time, and he was also surprised, just now Wang Dong grabbed and fell like that, it looked simple and ordinary, but the more ordinary it was, the more extraordinary it was, otherwise how could the old naughty boy be easily restrained!

And in retrospect, the momentum of grabbing, flipped over, straight like an antelope hanging horns, no trace can be found, between the changes in the moves, it is even more amazing, it is really the world's first-class magic method.

Huang Rong also pondered: "My Peach Blossom Island's grappling skills are exquisite, and among all the grappling skills in the world, it can also take the lead, but compared with the grasp of Wang Cai, it seems that he is not bold enough, and his moves are a little deliberate." ”

Wang Dong said with a smile: "There is a story in the Buddhist scriptures, which says that when Shakyamuni was the prince, he went out of the city to hunt one day, and there was an elephant blocking the road in front of him, and he did not move even if he was whipped, so Shakyamuni stepped forward and threw it into the air with his elephant feet, and did not fall into the ...... for a long time. ”

Huang Rong's family history suddenly dawned on him: "Could it be that what Brother Wang just performed was the 'Shakya Elephant Throwing Skill'!" ”

Wang Dong nodded: "Exactly." ”

"Shakyamuni throwing elephants" is the story of the Buddha before he became a monk, and it is a famous chapter in the Buddhist scriptures.

Shaolin has Shaolin elephant throwing skills, but when it comes to 'Shakya elephant throwing skills', most of them refer to extraterritorial tantra! Compared with the tantric elephant throwing skills, the Shaolin elephant throwing skills are indeed inferior to the spirit and strength, and the essence of the gods is indeed more than a notch.

However, Wang Dong's martial arts have reached the realm of transcendent sainthood, and all kinds of martial arts are swayed at will, all of them have divine will, and they are even more on top of Tantric Elephant Throwing Skills!

Zhou Botong was itchy when he heard it, and clapped his hands and shouted: "It's fun! Little brother, whether it's your 'hedgehog skill' or this 'elephant throwing skill', it's very fun, teach me, teach me! ”

Wang Dong said: "The law is not passed on lightly, old naughty boy, I will teach you these two martial arts, what do you exchange for!" ”

Zhou Bodao: "I will exchange 'left and right fighting', you see my martial arts, when I am bored, my left hand beats my right hand, how interesting." ”

The king shook his head: "No." ”

Zhou Botong scratched his head and said hurriedly: "Then I'll exchange the Kongming Fist." ”

Wang Dong still smiled: "Don't change!" ”

Zhou Botong was so anxious that he jumped up and down like a monkey, and muttered in his mouth: "This is not changed, that is not changed, do you want me to exchange the Nine Yin True Scripture, but you have also learned the Nine Yin True Scripture!" ”

Wang Dong smiled and said: "Old naughty boy, if you really want to change, I just want your Quanzhen School's 'Quanzhen Dao Song'!" ”

The song of the Quanzhen Dao is the foundation of the Quanzhen School, for ordinary martial artists, the value is not as good as fighting left and right, Kongming Fist, and it is far from being comparable to the Nine Yin True Scripture, but it can get a glimpse of the essence of martial arts of Wang Chongyang, the pure yang patriarch, and may bring some inspiration.

"No, no! You are not a disciple of my Quanzhen Sect, and the 'Quanzhen Dao Song' can't be taught to you. Although Zhou Botong wavered, his head still shook like a rattle.

Although he is unreliable, he can handle it at key nodes.

Wang Dong smiled and groaned: "Four machines, the mandarin duck weaving wants to fly ......." (To be continued.) )