Seeing that this staff was fierce and fierce, Chi Hantong jumped a few feet away lightly, and at the same time slapped the empty palm, Buddha Tucheng did not dodge or dodge, straightened his chest and struck hard, "bang" A muffled sound, Buddha Tucheng's body did not move at all, and grinned: "Doll, are you tickling the Buddha?"

Instead, Chi Hantong's palms were numb from the shock, and he laughed: "What a hard outer door qigong!"

"Ignorant little ghost!" Buddha Tucheng pursed his lips disdainfully and said with a smile, "The Buddha's body is born with copper skin and iron bones, and your ability is not enough for the Buddha to perform body protection skills!"

"Really?" Chi Hantong smiled slightly, his figure unfolded, fluttering back and forth, his fists and palms, all of them attacked the weak points of Fo Tucheng's defense, and for a while, his figure was in all directions in the ring, which was very good-looking.

Everyone in the audience was only dazzled, Buddha Tucheng also parried one or two with a Zen stick at first, fought a few moves, simply opened the door, let Chi Hantong attack, holding a Zen staff in his right hand, and holding his left fist in a false position, just waiting for Chi Hantong to show his flaws, he was going to kill him with one blow!

"The gap is too big...... Huayang Sword Monarch shook his head again and again, and sighed, "In the end, there is a big realm, but the gap is inevitably too big, and it can be regarded as a god, but it can't even hurt a piece of people's oily skin." But once Buddha Tucheng makes a move, I'm afraid that he won't be able to catch even a move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing, but it was Buddha Tucheng who clenched his fist with his left hand, and a heavy punch blasted out, Chi Hantong just jumped to the left side to attack, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and a strong wind was blowing in his face, and a fist with a sand bowl had already hit him in front of him.

Caught off guard, Chi Hantong hurriedly crossed his arms to block, and with a muffled bang, his body was blasted out more than ten steps away, his feet dragged out a long mark on the ground, his body leaned back, and he almost fell to the ground.

The people in the audience have already shouted like a heaven-shaking staircase, they don't know what Buddhism is tilting, and they don't know what righteousness is, they just see who plays more beautifully, and they shout and cheer for whom.

Seeing the power of this punch, the Zen master suddenly put his mind at ease, turned his head and smiled at the Zen master Mingyi: "Buddha Tucheng is the first in the world in the world in kung fu, it is really not a lie, that doll is also a congenital good hand, but he can't even take a punch." ”

Zen Master Mingyi also nodded and said: "Don't say that the little doll has just entered the gods, even to the level of you and me, it is difficult to resist the sharp edge of the big wheel Ming Wang, so you can only wander and entangle, but you never dare to face the enemy head-on." ”

Lu Chenzi was so anxious that he wanted to speak several times, but he endured it, and at this time he couldn't hold it anymore, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Zhangjiao, Ling Disciple can step into the innate realm at the age of a weak crown, and he is an excellent martial arts genius, but he must not be damaged here!"

Xiao Qianli glanced at Lu Chenzi and said with a smile: "Although Brother Dao can watch the battle with peace of mind, how can Xiao Mou tolerate his disciple to die?"

Chi Hantong's body shook, coughed, spit out a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, and said with a smile: "Monk, you have so much strength!"

Buddha Tucheng smiled strangely: "Boy, if you don't get down, the Buddha will be welcome!"

Chi Hantong smiled, did not retreat but advanced, ravaged his body, his right fist protected his waist, and with a snort of his left palm, he slashed at Buddha Tucheng in front of him. This palm is strong, the palm has not arrived, the wind has arrived first, and it is the first to grab people.

"Wearing flower hands?" Lu Chenzi couldn't help but be surprised, turned his head to look at Qingxu Daojun, and said with a smile, "When was your family's Qiankun Palm learned by the disciples of the Pure Yang Palace?"

Qingxu Daojun said with a smile: "The left and right flower piercing hands are ordinary boxing moves, and there are countless similar exercises in the world, how did it become my true martial arts unique master?"

I saw that the Buddha Tucheng in the ring crooked his head, avoiding this face-to-face punch, and then the Zen staff swept the waist, Chi Hantong's right hand was teased, a hook and a swing, set up the Zen staff, the left hand drew a large arc, bent the opponent's waist ribs, it was the Shaolin Fuhu fist of the "Danfeng Chaoyang". This bright move shocked both sides of Buddhism and Taoism.

"Isn't this person secretly learning my Shaolin martial arts?" Zen Master Mingyi frowned, but he also felt incredible, there are many types of pure yang martial arts, broad and profound, which is a recognized fact in the world. This Chi Hantong is Xiao Qianli's registered disciple, and he will definitely not let go of the pure yang stunt and not learn it, but will steal a non-mainstream boxing technique from Shaolin Temple.

At this time, Chi Hantong unfolded his body, shot like electricity, and performed five boxing techniques: collapse, drilling, splitting, cannon, and horizontal. After a few moves, he suddenly changed to "gossip swimming in the palm of his body", walking with his palm, swimming all over the stage, as if he saw dozens of figures coming and going. The shot is getting faster and faster, but every move and style is all clear, just like a famous artist who is good at singing, although he sings to the very fast, but the words are still explained neatly and neatly, without the slightest blur and procrastination. Fighting to more than 100 moves, more than 30 sets of boxing methods have been changed, but it is a round and wishful, and it seems to be a complete set of boxing methods.

At this time, the audience was already thunderous, although Chi Hantong was a rival force, many Buddhist masters still cheered loudly, as for the source of these more than 30 sets of fist and palm routines, which martial arts are not enough.

Qingxu, Huayang, Zhang Zhengchen and others congratulated Xiao Qianli together, and when they saw this way of boxing, they knew that Chi Hantong was a rare martial arts genius in the world, and he actually integrated dozens of sets of martial arts, which shows that his understanding of martial arts has reached the point of doing whatever he wants. Xiao Qianli smiled and said: "You don't want to praise falsely, the bad guys are just tricks!"

Zhang Zhengchen said with a smile: "The old Taoist has also learned twenty or thirty martial arts, but he is only proficient in three or four martial arts, and he also wants to take advantage of one or two, I wonder if Xiao Zhangjiao can teach me?"

"It's very simple!" Xiao Qianli smiled, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly listened attentively, but heard Xiao Qianli smile and said, "It's enough to refine your heart with a clear way!"

Everyone suddenly opened their mouths and stammered, Ming Dao refining their hearts, just four words, but it is the foundation of supreme martial arts. Lu Chenzi was quick to speak and asked, "Could it be that your disciple has already stepped into that level?" Xiao Qianli shook his head and said: "The Ming Dao is not enough, but there is still a bit of heat for refining the heart......"

The Buddha Tucheng in the ring has gradually figured out the path of Chi Hantong, stretched out his left arm, and immediately completely sealed Chi Hantong's back, and then laughed strangely, stepped into the middle palace directly, and a Zen staff turned into dozens of stick shadows in an instant, flying up overwhelmingly, and immediately took Chi Hantong's figure in it.

He heard a loud bang, smoke, bricks and dirt, and a large hole in the solid ground of the ring.

Looking at the ring again, Chi Hantong's figure had fallen back eight feet away, and he stood with a smile. Buddha Tucheng was holding the Zen staff in one hand, the gasping in his mouth was getting thicker and thicker, the muscles on his face were constantly struggling, his eyes were suddenly clear and confused, and he stood there motionless.

"What's going on?" the crowd couldn't help but look at each other, unaware of what was happening.

Only the martial arts masters of the innate realm on both sides of Buddhism and Taoism vaguely found that there was a faint red gas everywhere in the ring, but they didn't know what it was.

Seeing that the Zen master frowned for a long time, he suddenly shouted from afar: "Xiao Qianli, what the hell is your apprentice doing?

Xiao Qianli snorted coldly, and seemed to flick the Chunjun Sword casually, and when there was a crisp sound, he said coldly: "What kind of character is Buddha Tucheng?

Seeing that the Zen master heard Xiao Qianli's words with disdain, he couldn't help but be furious, and was about to have a seizure, only to hear the Chengjing Zen master next to him shouting: "Shut up, don't be embarrassed here!"

Seeing that he was drunk by the elders, he suddenly didn't dare to make a sound. Zen Master Mingyi asked in a low voice: "Master Uncle, this red qi is strange, and from the disciple's point of view, it seems to be in line with some kind of law of heaven and earth......

Zen Master Chengjing sighed, shook his head and said: "Buddha Tu Chengkong has a brave voice, but he does not cultivate Buddhism, and his state of mind has a great flaw.

As soon as these words came out, several people around couldn't help but be shocked, and Zen Master Mingyi shouted: "How can you ...... if you lose?"

But seeing that Chi Hantong moved again in the ring, he smiled slightly, clenched his left hand into a fist, and slapped it to his chest. The Buddha Tucheng was also demented and stretched out his big fan-like hand, and slammed it into the chest, with a muffled bang, and his body was stiffened. Chi Hantong made another false attack, hitting more than 20 punches, Buddha Tucheng finally couldn't resist it, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the monk's robe was stained with blood, and everyone watching the battle couldn't help but exclaim.

"Let's stop! We admit defeat!" "Chengjing Zen Master finally took a step forward, drank Chi Hantong's movements, and stared at it for a long time, before he said in a deep voice, "The Hongchen vein has not been passed down for more than a hundred years, and I can't imagine that this generation was born in the Pure Yang Palace!"