The next day was slightly bright, and the hour passed. From a distance, the early sun, which looks like an ox cart, slowly climbs up the ridge of the east. The morning glow was brilliant, like a blush on the face of a shy girl, and the light veil-like mist was swept away, announcing the arrival of dawn.

The phoenix crown is beautiful, and the red makeup is ten miles. Swaying posture, step by step. Year after year, every morning sunrise is like a little lady who has just come out of the boudoir, full of enthusiastic hope. She crumpled her hope into a glow and sprinkled it evenly to the world, so as to teach everyone who is not disappointed in life to sigh when she opens her sleepy eyes from her sleep, it is a new day.

At this time, in the Imperial Spirit Sect, two teenagers had pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the hut.

These two are Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui. According to the agreement with Han Shuangcheng yesterday, around midnight today, the two of them will go to the dojo of the Imperial Spirit Sect to meet Han Shuangcheng.

Han Shuangcheng said yesterday that the mission to go down the mountain was very likely to be about the ape that had become a spirit, which made Mo Shiping, who was not particularly concerned, particularly concerned.

The key to finding monkey brewing is to find the monkey that has become a refinement, which is Mo Shiping's previous guess. And at the moment, although it is an ape, but it also has a monkey character, Mo Shiping will definitely not give up this opportunity easily, he has made up his mind to go down the mountain with Han Shuangcheng in a month.

And Wang Fugui also knew the reason why Mo Shiping was looking for monkey brewing, so the two discussed it, and they both decided to get involved in the realm of martial artists within this month.

Among them, there is such an interesting fact.

Later yesterday, Wang Fugui found a futon and spread it in Mo Shiping's hut, simply laid the floor, looked resolute, and said that he would not live back in his red-walled mansion. Mo Shiping had to nod helplessly and agreed, and then took the initiative to help Wang Fugui pack up the bedding. In this way, an inner disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, a disciple of the head of the hall, was crammed into a small room, and it was not even as good as the treatment of the outer disciples.

It didn't take long for the two of them to walk to the dojo made of bluestone slabs.

At this time, there was already a lonely figure on the dojo, and I saw this person sitting cross-legged, his eyebrows lowered, his eyes closed, and his ten fingers overlapped on his waist and abdomen.

"Hey, this Senior Brother Han shouldn't be sitting and falling asleep, right?" Wang Fugui, who had been observing for a long time, looked suspicious, although Han Shuangcheng seemed to be meditating and practicing, but Wang Fugui unconsciously guessed that this senior brother with a hippie smile was probably asleep during meditation.

Mo Shiping didn't answer, and at this moment he was staring intently at Han Shuangcheng's meditating figure. At first, he didn't think anything at first glance when he saw Han Shuangcheng meditating, but the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, and from time to time there would be the illusion that Han Shuangcheng was not sitting there, but when he fixed his eyes, Han Shuangcheng was indeed sitting there.

It's natural, this is Mo Shiping's conjecture after thinking for a while. Han Shuangcheng sat there like that, but he seemed to be integrated with the entire dojo, which gave him the illusion he had before.

This kind of feeling can only be experienced occasionally when Mo Shiping is seriously playing Xingyi Boxing.

"I don't think Senior Brother Han is asleep. Mo Shiping frowned slightly, turned his head and whispered to Wang Fugui on the side. Mo Shiping was a little apprehensive in his heart, he wasn't sure if it was because of Han Shuangcheng's cultivation in the three realms of the martial arts realm that he would have the illusion before, or whether Han Shuangcheng had another secret that he didn't tell the truth.

When Wang Fugui heard this, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at Han Shuangcheng's meditating figure, but he still couldn't find anything famous.

Just when the two were suspicious, a ray of light sprinkled on Han Shuangcheng's body through the cliff.

"Ouch!" I saw Han Shuangcheng reluctantly open his sleepy eyes, stretched his waist and yawned, and then stood up slowly.

"Why don't you wake up Han when the two junior brothers come, Han is addicted to sleeping... I didn't even notice it when I practiced in my sleep. Han Shuangcheng naturally saw the two teenagers not far away, and took the initiative to say hello with a smile, but as he spoke, he couldn't help but yawn.

"Senior Brother Han is asleep, dreaming, how can Senior Brother bear to bother. Wang Fugui's face was suddenly full of disdain, and he deliberately joked coldly. He now feels that this Senior Brother Han is not only hanging all day long, but his face is not ordinarily thick.

When Han Shuangcheng heard this, his face immediately turned red, he rubbed his hands with an embarrassed expression, and shouted in a low voice: "How can Senior Brother Wang smear people's innocence out of thin air!

In the last word, Han Shuangcheng deliberately raised his voice a little, as if he was trying his best to prove something. But it fell on Wang Fugui's ears, but it made him feel more and more that Han Shuangcheng was empty-hearted.

Wang Fugui deliberately glanced at Mo Shiping beside him, and pursed his lips again, as if to say: Look, I will say that this Senior Brother Han must be asleep.

Mo Shiping shook his head with a smile, as if he didn't see it, but stared at Han Shuangcheng and said, "Senior Brother Han's sleep cultivation is really not simple, which is an eye-opener for Senior Brother. ”

Han Shuangcheng nodded happily, his eyes lit up, and he immediately went downhill on the donkey, and said happily: "It's still Senior Brother Mo's eyes are like torches, and he can see the essence at a glance." ”

At the same time, he also deliberately glanced at Wang Fugui with slanted eyes, and pouted at him as he looked like Wang Fugui had before.

Wang Fugui gritted his teeth angrily and silently raised a middle finger at Han Shuangcheng.

Mo Shiping did not dispel the doubts in his heart because of Han Shuangcheng's expression and demeanor. On the contrary, he believed what Han Shuangcheng said, he was really practicing.

"Without further ado, Senior Brother Mo, let's get started?" Han Shuangcheng looked at Mo Shiping with a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pulled up a smile, this junior brother is not simple.

Mo Shiping nodded, his solemn expression did not fade, and he replied softly: "Then Senior Brother Han should be careful." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Shiping suddenly exerted force under his feet, and the arrow stepped forward, and in one breath, he deceived himself to a foot away in front of Han Shuangcheng.

Han Shuangcheng's figure didn't move, he still looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, but he was still a little surprised in his heart, Mo Shiping was even faster than he expected.

For the two teenagers, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui, Han Shuangcheng had already seen seven or eight points clearly. According to Han Shuangcheng's opinion, Wang Fugui is an ordinary teenager who has no martial arts background at all. However, since the old man in charge will make an exception to accept him as an apprentice, Han Shuangcheng will not look down on this Wang Fugui, a junior brother, and he must have something outstanding that he is not aware of. Besides, Wang Fugui's straightforward temper is quite in line with Han Shuangcheng's appetite, although he himself is not this kind of character.

As for Mo Shiping, Han Shuangcheng felt that this junior brother was not simple. I'm afraid that Wang Fugui can win the first place in the sect entry trial, and it is inseparable from Mo Shiping. Moreover, whether it was Mo Shiping's confidence that he could carry the fist of a martial artist, or whether he had just seen some clues about his meditation, Han Shuangcheng glanced at him.

However, when it came to the actual discussion now, Han Shuangcheng felt that he still underestimated this junior brother.

At that moment, seeing that Han Shuangcheng's body in front of him had not moved, Mo Shiping quietly clenched his fists, raised his right arm without hesitation, and swung his fist away, hitting Han Shuangcheng's abdomen. Although this punch was a temptation, Mo Shiping still exerted seven or eight points of strength.

It's just that what Mo Shiping didn't expect was that Han Shuangcheng still just looked at him with a smile, and he didn't even mean to dodge, so he let Mo Shiping's right fist easily hit his abdomen.

The moment he hit, Mo Shiping frowned, his right fist retracted like an electric shock, and the whole person retreated a few steps back.

"Is this the body mentioned in the martial arts realm comparable to a golden stone?" Mo Shiping rubbed his right fist, which was a little painful. Just now, he barely had any touch to hit the flesh and blood, and only felt that his right fist had smashed against the thick iron plate.

Han Shuangcheng still stood in place with a smile, Mo said that his feet did not move, and he did not even move his body. It seemed that the punch he had just punched was just a breeze on his face.

"Exactly. The three realms of the martial artist who have opened up the twelve veins, and his body is comparable to a golden stone. If Senior Brother Mo only has this strength when he punches, I am afraid that he will disappoint Han. Then then, Han didn't have to punch. Han Shuangcheng was a little disappointed in his heart, but he was relieved immediately, maybe his expectations were too high, but that also meant that Mo Shiping was not worth wasting a month with him.

When Mo Shiping heard this, his expression did not fluctuate, let alone answer, but he clenched his fists again. The best response is to speak with your fists.

Mo Shiping was not in a hurry to step forward to make a move, but breathed a sigh of relief gently, and instantly mobilized the strength of his whole body with his unique power technique, condensed in his right arm, and penetrated into his right fist.

The first style of Xingyi boxing, hunting tiger collapse boxing.

Mo Shiping felt that he would definitely not take the initiative to punch until the strength of his punches reached Han Shuangcheng's expectations. Then, in its current form, the Tiger Hunting Fist is undoubtedly the most suitable.

The powerful Tiger Hunting Fist was handed out, and the fist wind even shattered the air and made a slight friction sound, which went straight to Han Shuangcheng's chest.

Han Shuangcheng raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of approval on his smiling face, and this punch fell in his eyes, and it looked like a dot.

Sure enough, as Mo Shiping expected, Han Shuangcheng still didn't move, just stood quietly, waiting for this punch to strike.

"Phew!"

Mo Shiping's right fist slammed into Han Shuangcheng's chest, and the moment it collided, he felt a piercing pain hit his heart along his right fist. However, Mo Shiping gritted his teeth and poured out all the power contained in the Tiger Hunting Fist.

This punch made Han Shuangcheng's figure sway slightly, but it was limited to that. Han Shuangcheng's feet still didn't move.

Mo Shiping quietly withdrew his red and swollen right fist and took a small step back, at the same time he raised his head and asked with a smile, "What, Senior Brother Han is still disappointed with this punch?"

Han Shuangcheng put away his smile for the first time, he nodded his head, and said softly in approval: "Although the strength is a little worse, the Xingyi punch is good." ”

This punch was recognized by Han Shuangcheng. There is no shortage of people in the world who have innate divine powers, and they can often use the power of two stones equivalent to the realm of martial artists from a young age. Therefore, Han Shuangcheng felt that if Mo Shiping was only worthy of the power of two stones, it was not unusual.

In Han Shuangcheng's initial expectation, he hoped that the strength of Mo Shiping's punches could reach the power of the two realms and three stones of the martial arts, so that it would be worth spending the next month on the two of them.

Han Shuangcheng naturally recognized the boxing method of Mo Shifang, which was the first form of Xingyi boxing. But even with such a punch that mobilized the power of the whole body, it only barely reached the power of three stones, which also means that Mo Shiping himself did not have the power of three stones. However, the fist intent contained in this punch made Han Shuangcheng a little moved, which is why he recognized this punch.

Mo Shiping's Tiger Hunting Fist had such a natural feeling in Han Shuangcheng's eyes. What surprised Han Shuangcheng even more was that the fist intent itself was extremely rounded, which simply brought the role of the Tiger Hunting Fist into full play. If Han Shuangcheng is allowed to fight this punch, just in terms of fist intent, he asks himself that he is not as good as Mo Shiping.

"The one who taught you boxing is a very powerful person, right?" Thinking of this, Han Shuangcheng couldn't help but ask.

Mo Shiping nodded, his expression couldn't help but be in a trance, and then he smiled: "In my eyes, he is the most powerful person." ”

"That's right. At this time, Han Shuangcheng regained his smiling expression.

When Mo Shiping saw that familiar smile, he suddenly felt bad in his heart, and was about to retreat. But at this moment, his eyes flickered, and then a sharp pain came from his abdomen, forcing him to bend down subconsciously. But there was a violent impact in the back and an even more intense pain that followed. Mo Shiping's whole person was smashed to the ground, only to feel that his body was instantly drained of all his strength, Mo said that he instinctively curled up, and he couldn't even pant to relieve the pain, he could only stare at the blood-red eyes, and just lay on the ground and couldn't move.

"Didn't he teach you that when you fight with people, you are the most taboo to be distracted?" Han Shuangcheng's words with a smile fell on Mo Shiping's ears.

"Senior Brother Wang, take a hand to help carry Senior Brother Mo back, he has now entered the most suitable state to stimulate Ren Mai. Han Shuangcheng smiled and beckoned to Wang Fugui, who was stunned in the distance.

Wang Fugui rubbed his cheeks before he came to his senses and was sure that he was not dreaming. He didn't even see Han Shuangcheng's move, only to see Mo Shiping fall to the ground inexplicably, and Han Shuangcheng turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

Wang Fugui hurriedly trotted forward and tried to help Mo Shiping up, but noticed that Mo Shiping was paralyzed and seemed to have no strength.

"Han's cultivation is not refined, so it is inevitable that he will start a little heavier. Senior Brother Mo is afraid that he won't be able to recover in an hour or two, so Senior Brother Wang still quickly carried him back and stimulated Ren with a silver needle, otherwise he would have to suffer again after the hour. ”

"By the way, Han Mou unilaterally scattered Senior Brother Mo's strength, but his mind is still very clear. Although it is slightly different from the physical and mental exhaustion introduced in "Muscle and Bone Refinement", there is only a trace of sanity. However, it does not affect the process of stimulating Ren Mai, at most, at most, it is just a little more patient. ”

Han Shuangcheng glanced at the direction of the rising sun, roughly estimated the current hour, and then explained with a smile, and took the lead in striding away, he was still busy taking care of the Iron Qin and Bronze Sword Tower.