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Looking at Wang Cheng's serious expression and some tender faces, a trace of complex emotions flashed across Monk Mingde. He did not immediately answer Wang Cheng's words, calmed down his breath, and said lightly: "Where is the old Taoist?"

Wang Cheng frowned slightly and replied truthfully: "The master should be still inside. Did you come here and notify me in advance?"

Monk Mingde shook his head, walked in directly, and said as he walked, "I came over for something urgent. I didn't contact your master. How is your master's health recently?"

"The master is in good health, thank you for your concern."

Wang Cheng replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Monk Mingde was in front, Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu were behind, and walked in together.

Yang Qingyu clenched his fists tightly, but still couldn't relax. Her delicate thoughts felt that the monk Mingde was emitting huge danger all over her body.

It seems that Monk Mingde can kill her and Wang Cheng with just one punch!

This intuition about danger comes from the bottom of your heart, Yang Qingyu will never ignore it, but will only be more cautious and vigilant.

However, Wang Cheng seemed very relaxed. He knew that Monk Mingde would not do anything to him.

The three of them did not speak along the way, only calm footsteps. Monk Mingde's inner family was unfathomable, and he could already hear the breathing of Taoist Changhe. So without Wang Cheng's guidance, he came directly to the small courtyard where Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu lived.

This shocked Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu even more. Such internal cultivation is something they cannot imagine now.

When he walked into the courtyard, he saw Taoist Changhe sitting in the courtyard drinking tea slowly. When he saw Monk Mingde, his expression was still calm, and he just waved his hand casually and said, "The monk is here, sit down and drink tea."

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu both knew in their hearts that Monk Mingde could sense the breathing of the old Taoist. Then the old Taoist would definitely sense the breathing of the monk Mingde, so the two of them had actually known that they were nearby.

Monk Mingde walked over calmly, sat down as he spoke, picked up the teacup and drank the tea in one sip. Then he said in a deep voice: "Do you know I'm coming?"

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu came to the back of Taoist Changhe and stood quietly. At this time, there were two seniors here, and the two juniors had no chance to speak.

Taoist Changhe waved his hand casually and said, "Wang Cheng, Qingyu. Don't be so reserved. The monk is not an outsider. Sit down and have tea together." Then he looked at Monk Mingde and said, "I calculated the time, it's almost too soon. I asked you for a dragon-elephant boxing technique, which you lost to me, so I don't owe you anything. But you want to steal the disciple I have been waiting for for the rest of my life. Haha, monk, your abacus is also fine."

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu looked at each other. They didn't sit down, but were still standing behind the old Taoist priest.

Monk Mingde raised his eyes and carefully condensed Wang Cheng's eyes, looked at Taoist Changhe again, and said loudly: "Old Taoist, we have known each other for so many years, and Ming people don't say secret words. In a month, I will lend your disciple Wang Cheng to use it, and you will say it's okay?"

The teacup in Taoist Changhe's hand stopped in the air and looked at Monk Mingde and said lightly: "I said no!"

Monk Mingde's breathing slowed down instantly and became extremely long. His eyes also looked at the sight of Taoist Changhe, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't, you have to do it. This is related to the inheritance of our master; if you tell me the conditions, I agree to everything I can!"

Taoist Changhe shook his head firmly and said seriously: "You ask Wang Cheng himself, if he says he goes, then I have nothing to say."

Monk Mingde looked at Wang Cheng and asked his voice to calm down as much as possible, saying, "Wang Cheng, in a month, I need you to do me a favor. I will thank you very much at that time. Your holiday with my nephew will be eliminated. How about it?"

Wang Cheng had many questions in his heart and asked calmly: "Master, although my strength has improved recently, I still have a huge gap with you and my master. I shouldn't be able to help you, right?"

In the words, Wang Cheng refused obscurely.

Monk Mingde's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he suddenly stretched out a hand. The palm of the palm fan's big palm fan seemed to cover the sky and grabbed Wang Cheng. What's strange is that when his arm was stretched out, and when Wang Cheng was still one foot away, his arm suddenly vibrated, and the bones made a crisp sound. Then the arm that extended to the limit suddenly stretched out again incredibly, pushing his palm to Wang Cheng, carrying a hot wind!

call……

Taoist Changhe was prepared for a long time, and he waved his hand immediately afterwards, blocking Wang Cheng's palm, and touched Monk Mingde's palm firmly.

Bang……

The two rare masters in the world did not make a shocking sound, but only made a faint sound of air explosion.

Then, Monk Mingde quickly retracted his arm, and the bones of his arms made another crisp sound, returning to their normal length. His eyes looked at Taoist Changhe like lightning, and said, "The Tiangang Fisting Technique of Wusheng Mountain is indeed extraordinary. Old Taoist, you can really say that you are the best in the world now."

Taoist Changhe shook his head expressionlessly and said lightly: "I dare not take it. There are no ten or eight of them in the world. Monk, just talk carefully and don't do it. Your method of stretching and retracting bones can still be used so smoothly. I admire the old Taoist."

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu were both shocked when they heard it.

It turns out that this is the internal method of bone expansion and contraction, so magical.

Just now, Wang Cheng was confident that Monk Mingde's palm could not touch himself, so he stood there as steady as Mount Tai and did not move. But he didn't expect that the palm suddenly extended out of nowhere and came to him in an instant, scaring him very much at that time.

Such a secret technique is similar to the legendary bone shrinkage technique? However, the secret method of the inner school of Monk Mingde seems to be more magical, because it can not only be reduced, but also stretched! Of course, the legendary bone shrinkage technique, King Cheng, has never seen it, and dare not say which one is better or worse.

However, Wang Cheng also saw the information that Master Changhe knew.

That is, Monk Mingde was at least ten years old at this time, and his body bones were already very aging, and he relied entirely on his unfathomable internal cultivation to maintain his physical vitality. But he still used this method of stretching and retracting bones so skillfully that he almost ignored the aging of the body bones. It can be seen that the other party's qi and blood were so strong and powerful that he had reached an incredible level.

sharp!

Wang Cheng had only these two words left in his mind.

Recently, his strength has improved greatly because of his continuous understanding of many mysteries of martial arts. He has developed some conceited mentality in his heart, thinking that he can already stand at the forefront of the martial artists in the world. Now, he knows that he is still far from it, and these conceited mentality are gradually disappearing in his heart. Only some awe and a higher pursuit of martial arts are left.

"Our master is now called Vajra Sect, but you don't know that a thousand years ago, the name of our master itself was the Dragon Elephant Sect, and its source was a mysterious martial arts school passed down from India."

Monk Mingde didn't care about what he had just taken action. He continued to say calmly: "The dragon and elephant boxing technique that Wang Cheng learned is a necessary basic boxing technique for our master's unique skills. Only by understanding the mystery of dragon and elephant can we practice our master's supreme skills. This boxing technique cannot be passed down from outside..."

The old Taoist laughed, his expression became cold, and he shouted without showing any weakness: "So what? Old monk, this is a promise you lost to me back then. If you lose, you will lose, and if you give it to me, I will also practice it. My disciple has practiced it. Now you want to cheat on this again? Old monk, I will tell you that there is no way to do this in front of me."

"I have indeed handed over the boxing technique to Wang Cheng, so it is naturally impossible to recover this matter. I did voluntarily at the beginning, but now I need to make sure something..."

After saying that, Monk Mingde suddenly made another move, still stretching out his palm, covering Wang Cheng like a cloud. This palm technique seemed to be as ethereal as a cloud, but it was very powerful and its power was absolutely terrifying.

How could the old Taoist priest not be prepared?

drink……

Immediately, Taoist Changhe's hot temper couldn't help but burst out. He shouted softly and punched him in front without fear.

The old Taoist punch is a real Tiangang boxing technique. Once the boxing technique is released, the qi is gathered around it, and it is vast and magnificent, like the way of heaven is invisible. It covers Monk Mingde.

boom……

The fists and palms intersected, and the movements this time were quite big.

With a roar, the old Taoist priest's energy exploded, rushing out the breath like a shell exploded, and the surroundings were instantly filled with wind and clouds.

Monk Mingde's palm technique was also amazing. He forced the old Taoist priest's explosive power, but he remained unmoved and still waved his palm again.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The two of them kept colliding with their fists and palms, making explosions. After a few times, the entire courtyard was already in chaos. The glass in all rooms was shattered, and the doors and windows were blown back and forth by the airflow.

Wang Cheng hurriedly pulled Yang Qingyu back, retreating to the corner of the wall before stabilizing his body. Then he blocked Yang Qingyu behind him, staring at the master, the old Taoist priest and the monk Mingde, with doubts and shock in his heart.

He didn't know what Monk Mingde wanted to do, and at the same time was shocked by the strength of these two people. He asked himself that he could not take any moves from the two people at this time.

Yang Qingyu lay in Wang Cheng's ear and asked in a low voice: "Wang Cheng, are they really fighting?"

Wang Cheng also shook his head, saying that he didn't know if these two old guys really started fighting or were still having fun, so he could only save himself first.

Seeing the old monk and the old Taoist priest's move, it didn't seem like they were just having fun, but Wang Cheng found that the two were still sitting on the bench, without moving. No matter what the movements around, the wooden chairs under their butts were not damaged at all, and the table between them was intact.

Obviously, these two top masters still held back and deliberately kept the table and chairs intact.

Wang Cheng's eyes were as sharp as a rifle, staring at the two of them, and found that Monk Mingde's palm technique could actually confront his master's Tiangang boxing technique. It was obviously an extremely profound and powerful palm technique, and it still has no strength.

I only saw the palms of Monk Mingde's palm-shaped fan constantly condensed and dispersed like thunder in the sky. Their power was very terrifying and there was no trace to be found.

I learned every afternoon, and it was true that there were all kinds of wonders.

Wang Cheng added some inexplicable awe to his heart.

Just then.

Monk Mingde suddenly stomped his feet on the ground, the ground shook slightly, his body whipped up with a whirring sound, and jumped up seven or eight meters high. Then his body fell towards Wang Cheng like a meteorite, and his palms were like dark clouds suppressing the power of the sky.

Taoist Changhe was shocked and did not see that the old monk's target was his disciple. He immediately roared angrily, and suddenly his feet exerted force, turning the chair under his butt into wood chips and drifted out. His whole body also soared into the sky like a cannonball, and his fist brought a roar of tearing the air. He hit Monk Mingde and shouted: "Monk, dare, monk!"

Wang Cheng just stood in the corner of the wall to avoid the rampant airflow, but he didn't expect to put himself in an unfavorable situation. Facing the palm of his fallen sky, he had no choice but to retreat. He could only hurriedly push Yang Qingyu behind him to the side, then landed on the ground, and naturally put down his horse stance that was still as motionless as a mountain, and his hands rotated out, with his injured right hand behind, and his left hand in front, and his Tai Chi Silk Wrap Hand still used.

Among the defensive techniques, the one he used the most at this time was Tai Chi, and his right hand could not exert force, so he could only use Tai Chi.

And the next moment.

Monk Mingde landed in front of Wang Cheng, and his palm-smacked palm-sank directly held Wang Cheng's hands together. The huge force pushed Wang Cheng directly backwards. With a bang, it directly smashed the wall behind him. The two of them entered the room one by one and one by one.

Taoist Changhe followed him and landed on the ground. His face was flushed and his eyes were as if he was glaring at the Heavenly Lord. The moment his feet were stepping on the ground, the harsh force trembled with his feet, and the ground in the entire yard was trembling, and everything on the ground was trembling and rising from the ground.

Yang Qingyu, not far away, felt his feet numb in an instant, and his qi and blood were shaking endlessly. He lost control of the qi and blood in an instant, and his body lost the power of action. He could only lean against the wall as much as possible and did not fall down. His eyes were full of horror, but he still shouted loudly: "Master, save Wang Cheng quickly."

boom……

The old Taoist priest's purpose was naturally to save Wang Cheng. He rushed into the room and the qi condensed around him followed. A stream of air was pressed out of the room, and all the doors and windows fell and flew out.

He saw that the monk Mingde in the darkness was still suppressing Wang Cheng's retreat. He immediately took another step, took a step forward ten meters away, and came behind Monk Mingde, and swung his punch without hesitation. Before the fist arrived, the monk Mingde's cassock was blowing, which sounded.

roar……

At the same time, Wang Cheng, who was suppressed by one of the palms of the monk Mingde, also used all his skills to protect himself. Daomen Tai Chi was interpreted to the extreme of his understanding, and the qi and blood in his body were almost burning. Then his breathing and boxing techniques continued to change, Daomen Pure Yang, Earth Evil Fist, Earth Pulse, Nine Styles of Tiger, Tiger Heartbeat, True Dragon Fist, Dragon Elephant Fist, Dragon Elephant Breath, Divine Elephant Steps...

The tiger roar and the dragon roar shine together in this small room, but it still cannot stop Monk Mingde's palm!

Wang Cheng felt that his numb right hand seemed to be able to move under the fullness of qi and blood, but he still restrained himself and did not move, so as not to leave lifelong trauma like a master.

He was like Taoist Changhe at this time, full of energy and blood, his face was extremely flushed, and his body seemed to have grown a little bigger. His left hand slowly came out, and he used a thread of Tai Chi silk-wrapped hand with the greatest force in his life, gently fiddling Monk Mingde's palm to the side for a little distance.

It was at this distance that Wang Cheng hurriedly seized the opportunity, his feet changed, and walked past Monk Mingde with an inexplicable slippery pace. A series of clear footprints were left on the ground, and the floor was shattered.

A trace of shock flashed in Monk Mingde's eyes. Although he did not attack Wang Cheng with all his strength, he had at least 60% of his strength. Even Yang Youde from the Yang Tai Chi of Jiangzhou must deal with it with all his strength to get out.

Wang Cheng could actually use Tai Chi to find a gap to get out?

Mingde stared at Wang Cheng's steps carefully, and a hint of joy flashed through his eyes. Instead of chasing, he quickly retreated and slowly pushed out his palm. Because the fist of the Taoist Changhe arrived, the fist that suddenly rushed out of his palm touched the face.
To be continued...