Tianyuedu, Tianma Temple.

“Huhhhh…”

Yuanzhen practiced Vajra Fist in the yard, and the boxing technique was howling, and the tiger was full of wind.

After hitting a set of Vajra Fist twenty times from beginning to end, Yuanzhen closed her fist and exhaled a long sigh.

After the heavy snow, the weather suddenly turned cold. The hot air exhaled from Yuanzhen's mouth turned into a long white air in the air.

After completing the exercise, Yuanzhen relaxed her body, and the hot sweat evaporated inside her body, and her whole body was covered with a layer of white energy.

Yuanzhen, the whole body was filled with blood and blood, and the whole body was warm and there was no trace of coldness.

Yuanzhen rubbed her hands with satisfaction. She picked up the broom and wanted to clean the yard. When she looked up, she saw Huiming standing on the steps in front of the main room, looking at him silently.

I have been a disciple of Huiming for six or seven years, and Yuanzhen has never seen Huiming stand up.

It was still a little dark in the morning. Suddenly, I saw Huiming outside the room. Yuan Zhen was really scared and shuddered and threw out the broom in her hand.

"Why are you panic..." Old Huiming had no expression on his face, but his tone was reprimanded with two points.

Yuanzhen was even more panicked. Huiming always looked so depressed that he rarely spoke. As soon as he scolded him, he meant that he was particularly angry.

Looking at Yuanzhen's panic, Huiming was a little angry. This disciple is very talented, simple and persevering, and is very suitable for practicing Vajra Fist.

Huiming was originally quite satisfied with Yuanzhen, and planned to slowly train him as a personal disciple in the future.

But last night, he fought in Wukong's heart Buddha realm and failed to win the battle.

If Huiming hadn't recited Buddhist scriptures for 200 years, his anger would have been worn out, and he would have slapped Gao Zhengyang to death with one palm last night.

The ninth-level strongman lost to the fifth-level, which is unreasonable for any reason.

Even though Huiming is not angry, he is so frustrated.

I got up early in the morning and watched Yuanzhen practice boxing.

Compared with Gao Zhengyang, Yuanzhen became a joke.

It should be said that comparing Yuanzhen with Gao Zhengyang is a joke in itself.

Gao Zhengyang's Vajra Fist is deeply rooted in his heart, and no one in the Vajra Sect can beat him firmly in boxing techniques.

Huiming felt depressed again when he thought of this. Juemi had no idea what luck he had found such a terrifying disciple.

People will die if they compare themselves, and goods will be thrown away. This sentence is really right.

"Master." Gao Zhengyang walked out of the room and greeted Hui Ming with one another.

Gao Zhengyang has a slender figure, and the moon-white monk's clothes are neat and dust-free. He stands there calmly and politely, with a lustful demeanor and no sharpness, which makes people feel intimate. He has no pride and ostentatiousness after victory.

This calm and peaceful mind is like a hundred-year-old monk who is mature and incredible.

Yuanzhen, who was standing aside, was nervous and nervous. Compared with Gao Zhengyang, she was a completely ignorant child.

At his level, he has long since ignored people's facial features and appearance. What he values ​​more is his mind, ability, and talent.

Talent is important, but it is never the most important.

The mind and nature are the foundation of a person, and the measure determines the pattern and height of a person.

Gao Zhengyang has not yet entered the heavenly level at this age. He is indeed not very good at practicing vital energy. Perhaps, he cannot reach Yuanzhen.

But his physical talent is unattainable. His boxing skills are even more magnificent, fierce and domineering. From knowing people with boxing, it can be seen that his mind and abilities are as powerful as emperors.

Wuxiang is the only way to stand out with such a weapon, preside over Buddhism early and become the Buddha emperor in Dongshenzhou.

Because of such a weapon, Wuxian can send Gao Zhengyang here regardless of the gains and losses of the sect and individuals.

Huiming's mind turned, his eyes stayed on Gao Zhengyang for a long time before slowly turning back to the room.

After Huiming left, Yuanzhen breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her voice and said to Gao Zhengyang: "What's wrong with him, teacher?"

"You're in a bad mood." Gao Zhengyang replied with a smile.

"Well, it should be." Yuanzhen lit her bare and round head hard, and said with lingering fear: "I was scared to death just now."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll take you to Zhaojiayuanzi to eat candy crisps..."

Gao Zhengyang comforted him casually, but he was thinking about Hui Ming's gaze just now.

Huiming said nothing, but there was something else in his deep eyes.

I lost to him yesterday. Is the old man a little angry?

Gao Zhengyang felt it was unlikely that Huiming's identity could really be as knowledgeable as him.

To be honest, Gao Zhengyang felt very happy if he could win Huiming's move.

The old man always looked down on him, and he always held his breath in his heart. When he fought in the Heart Buddha Realm last night, Gao Zhengyang also proved himself.

With his Vajra-like body, he punched Huiming's fist stance for three thousand consecutive times and punched him in the chest.

Even in the realm of the mind and Buddha, Gao Zhengyang's punch was not able to hit it, and there was no substantial harm to Huiming.

But Huiming lost. With his identity as such, it is impossible for him to cheat.

Gao Zhengyang insisted on winning, not just for fighting, but more for proving himself.

Judging from Huiming's reaction today, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

At least, things have turned around.

Gao Zhengyang is not so arrogant, thinking that if he wins Huiming's punch, his martial arts skills will be better than Huiming's.

He knew very well that Huiming's boxing skills were indeed extremely brilliant. In terms of the fusion of vitality, martial soul, and boxing skills, they were ten times stronger than him.

Being able to win Huiming's punch is a special situation under special conditions.

To put it bluntly, just like Gao Zhengyang kills the ninth-level strongman in the Demon Realm. Under special restrictions, Gao Zhengyang's advantages are maximized. The strong man with suppressed vital energy and power can only admit his bad luck.

In order to meet the Buddha's Birthday Conference three years later, Gao Zhengyang must strive for the recognition of Huiming and try his best to learn the essence of Vajra Fist.

Moreover, more recognition from a ninth-level strongman can also make more support and less obstacles.

After a while, there are so many differences.

Juemi stole the Diamond Sutra and beat people to death. It is normal for Huiming to have resentment towards him.

I am afraid that the grudges and grudges in this are not clear, even if Jue Mie Resurrection cannot be explained clearly. Gao Zhengyang does not want to participate in these grudges. It is his responsibility to pass on the sect and live up to Jue Mie's expectations.

As a ninth-level strongman, Huiming also has the qualification and ability to guide him in his practice.

Gao Zhengyang was invincible in the world in his previous life, but he never stopped learning. In this world, he had to learn more.

"Senior Brother, aren't you lying to me?" Yuan Zhen didn't know Gao Zhengyang's mind. He was attracted by Tang Su, and Yuanyuan's big eyes were shining with excitement.

Gao Zhengyang felt a little sympathetic to Yuanzhen. After all, the master was a ninth-level powerful man who could shake the world with just stomping his feet. Even eating a penny of candy became a luxury. He touched Yuanzhen's naked head and smiled and said, "What did senior brother lie to you? I still have a few penny."

"Haha..." Yuanzhen smiled foolishly, and excitedly picked up the broom to sweep the floor.

For him, it would be enough to just think about the candy sauce that is about to come to his mouth.

Yuanzhen is in a good mood and is extremely diligent. She is rushing to finish all the work alone.

Yuan really has a simple idea, "Senior brother wants to treat the candy, so he can't let the senior brother work."

In the following time, Yuanzhen was like a bug on her body, and she was restless.

Because the weather was too cold, there was no pilgrimage until the afternoon.

Yuanzhen looked at the sun that was already west, so she couldn't wait to pull Gao Zhengyang and said, "Senior Brother, no one will come today. Let's go to Zhaojiayuanzi..."

Before he finished speaking, several people walked in from outside the gate.

The leader was wearing a white fur and a brocade crown. He was very handsome. It was Zhou Yu who came with Fang Wenxiu that day.

Zhou Yu was surrounded by Zhou Yunting and Fang Wenxiu, and Wu Tao was also following behind. At the end were two guards.

When I was about to go out, I really felt bad. The child couldn't hide his worries, and his face turned a little black.

"Zhou took the liberty to visit, please don't be surprised by the master."

Zhou Yu also saw Yuanzhen's expression and said with a polite smile.

Compared to last time, he did put down his body and became more sincere.

"You are polite to Mr. Zhou." Gao Zhengyang put his gifts together.

Gao Zhengyang was polite and a little indifferent. But the more this happened, the more Zhou Yu and others felt that Gao Zhengyang had the style of a monk.

If Gao Zhengyang is too enthusiastic, Zhou Yu and the others will look down on him and think that Gao Zhengyang is too flattering and utilitarian, and is a vulgar person.

"I came here in a hurry last time and didn't prepare gifts, which was a bit rude. I brought some small gifts to the master this time, so please don't be polite."

Zhou Yu waved his hand and the guards behind understood the meaning. After going out to greet him, several servants walked in with their luggage.

The slight rituals mentioned by Zhou Yu soon filled the small vestibule of Tianma Temple.

Yuan Zhen's eyes widened, and the mahogany boxes and satin wrapped in bright colors made him dazzling. He had never seen such a formation since he was a child.

"It's just some clothes, fragrant rice, incense, candles and other common things..." Zhou Yu introduced. He was not pretending to be reserved. These things looked a lot, but they were not worth much. At least, they were nothing in his eyes.

Giving gifts is a test of your vision, and different people have different needs. Buddhist geniuses like Gao Zhengyang are not suitable for giving too precious gifts.

It is more appropriate to give out some clothes, incense, candles and other daily necessities. It can not only show the sincerity of making friends, but also not make people think too much.

Fang Wenxiu came over and whispered to Gao Zhengyang, "Master, Zhou Yuqing admires your character and talent, and there is no other meaning."

Gao Zhengyang smiled and nodded to Zhou Yu, "Donor Zhou is determined. I accept the gift for no reason, so I am ashamed."

Zhou Yu also smiled, he was very happy. Of course these gifts were nothing, and Gao Zhengyang accepted them to give him face.

"I'll ask a few donors to talk..." Gao Zhengyang couldn't accept gifts for nothing, so he took the initiative to invite a few people to talk.

"Tonight, Yuchun Tower will release the three list of heaven, earth and man. I have already set up a private room. Why not go with the masters?" Zhou Yu invited.
Chapter completed!