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Hitting the target with one blow, although it is not enough to hit the true qi into the opponent's body and cause continuous damage, it is also a good opportunity to pursue while the foothold is not stable, but at the critical moment, even the party Zhao Si himself was stunned on the spot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not that his kung fu is so bad that he can't even grasp this opportunity, it's just that this opportunity came too suddenly...

All kinds of things he saw before he made a move reminded Zhao Si that the strength of the big monk in front of him was definitely too much stronger than him, and even before he hit with a punch, Zhao Si suspected that this flaw was a trap deliberately left by the other party - who would have expected that his punch would really make the other party suffer a big loss?

Looking at the old face of the great monk who was red and distorted to show a painful appearance, Zhao Si really didn't think that this was a trap that the other party deliberately deceived him, then again, since there was an absolute gap in strength, why bother setting such a trap in one fell swoop?

Thinking like this in his heart, Zhao Si was invisibly a little more courageous, this time, he did not passively wait for the other party to make a move, but began to slowly move towards the other party's location.

Of course, not only Zhao Si, but even the great monk who was fighting with him would probably never realize that this seemingly absurd duel had never relied on the two people on the field to decide the winner.

- At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the two people in the martial arts, and they would naturally instinctively ignore the noisy crowd gathered on both sides, not to mention that there was such an extremely eye-catching target as Ren Yunji as a cover before this, who would care that in the crowd of the Yonghe caravan, there was a gentleman in white who shook his right hand slightly in his sleeve?

It turned out that just before the two of them collided, Dongfang Zimo, who was incarnated as Mr. Fang, had already taken the first step, condensing the true qi in his body into an invisible qi needle, and saw the practice of the great monk's martial arts a little away - the extremely condensed qi needle disintegrated its internal force the moment before Zhao Si's fist collided with the opponent's protective body, so that even if Zhao Guard's own kung fu was not very skillful, it was equivalent to directly hitting the mortal fetus of the flesh without any true qi defense... More than 20 years of hard work, let alone the flesh, even if a stake is broken with one palm, I'm afraid it's not a strange thing.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Si was able to make a contribution with one blow and directly repel the great monk...

However, it is also expedient that this method can be used at this moment - although the skills of the great monk far surpass Tongji, it is still far inferior to Ren Yunxi, Dongfang Zimo, and Xia Dong'an. At most, it can barely be regarded as the degree of sitting and forgetting four or five times, plus he is good at medicine and acupuncture, so that he can use the invisible qi needle to catch the void between the electric light and flint and succeed in one blow, if it is someone else, or the skill of the great monk is higher, Ren Yunxian will not consider using this method.

However, there are no ifs, reality is reality.

"Escort Zhao, don't keep your hands."

Ren Yunji, who knew everything well, took advantage of the situation to fan the wind, and Zhao Si, who had gradually become bolder, heard the encouragement of the little young master, and immediately gritted his teeth and moved forward, turning over and taking the initiative to attack the monk of the Western Regions in front of him with three palms.

And as an opponent, the monk who had suffered a big loss just now inexplicably certainly didn't dare to be careless... The three inches under his armpit are still aching faintly, although he can't understand how the other party broke through his protective body, but even if he is arrogant, he won't dare to hold it up like before this time.

Fortunately, the few steps that he had retreated from before because of the pain helped a lot at this moment - the Zen staff that he had inserted in the sand before the fight was behind his back, and at this moment, in the face of the strong palm that Zhao Huwei suddenly attacked, the great monk grabbed the Zen staff in the palm of his hand with his backhand.

With a weapon in his hand, the panic that was repelled by the abrupt attack was finally alleviated for a few points, for the great monk, the pain from the wound at this moment stimulated his ferocity, looking at Zhao Si who was rushing towards him, he no longer relied on the horizontal practice to protect the body, but folded his backhand, and smashed the Zen staff with the thickness of his small arm from the oblique side to Zhao Guard's arm.

At a glance, this move should be a trick such as the broken bone pestle of the Western Regions Buddhism, and it was not an extraordinary and profound mastery, but because of the huge strength gap between the great monk and Zhao Huwei, as well as the advantage of weapons, his later move came first, and it even worked before Zhao Si's gossip palm.

If this battle is fought, not only will there be no threat to the three piercing palms, but I am afraid that even Zhao Si's arm will be smashed off... However, Ren Yunji can see this, and Dongfang Zimo, who is standing not far away, can naturally see it. This time, there was no need for Ren Yunji to give him another look, Mr. Fang in white gently shook his hand again, and the same invisible qi needle suddenly shot out again.

This time, Dongfang Zimo aimed at the wrist of the opponent holding the weapon, the invisible qi needle was extremely thin, and it was purely condensed from true qi, so even if he hit the wrist of the great monk, he himself only felt a numbness in his wrist, and then the swinging Zen staff suddenly lost his strength.

But taking advantage of this short momentary gap, Zhao Si, who was originally the first to take the palm, suddenly advanced bravely, turned over and pressed forward continuously three times, similar to before, even if Zhao Huwei's three palms did not have the power of opening mountains and cracking stones, but in the face of the great monk who was suddenly controlled by internal breath and was no different from ordinary people, more than 20 years of hard work in external skills was enough for him to not be able to eat and walk.

Even this time, turning over and wearing three palms pointed directly at the opponent's chest, if he was hit again, he would not be as lucky as the previous time!

Seeing that the heavy palm was approaching, the great monk was finally unwilling to sit still, although the qi veins had been suppressed by the Dongfang Zimo Qi Needle in an instant, but at this moment he was still fighting for the risk of self-inflicted internal injuries, while secretly biting his tongue to boost his spirit, and on the other hand, he exerted his strength with both feet, hoping to forcibly move his body to avoid Zhao Si's heavy palm!

Merely... Fate played a joke on him.

A small stone flew rapidly with a thud, and by coincidence, it was accurately knocked on the inside of the knee at the moment when the great monk exerted his strength - in this way, the power of the great monk's feet was suddenly exhausted, and his body was crooked on top of the three palms of the turnover.

"Hiccup, you better rest honestly~"

Also in a place where no one noticed, Xia Dong An Meimei won a sip of wine, and her smile was a little more cunning than usual.