Dragon Fist is not suitable for me, this is the first time Zhaoming has heard someone say this.

And this matter is not just a saying, even Zhaoming himself has a feeling. In the past, when he was in Taishan, Xue Yuhua mobilized the Taishan formation to bless him. The dragon fist he made was golden dragon-shaped energy, and the power was enough to allow him to challenge those with outstanding talents like Kuafu.

Without the blessing of Taishan Formation, although my dragon fist is now more powerful than when I was in Taishan, it is also limited. It should be noted that when I was in Taishan, I was only in the realm of the Golden Immortal, but now I am Taiyi Golden Immortal.

He also suspected that this boxing technique might not be suitable for him, and it was less than one percent effective. However, fewer people have seen Pangu in the world, and even fewer people have seen Pangu's boxing, so no one has ever mentioned it.

At this time, the high priest suddenly mentioned this matter, which gave him the idea of ​​asking the truth.

The high priest continued, "You look exactly the same as that man, and even his boxing techniques are very similar, but his punches are golden and red, so I feel like I see him back then. However, the difference in power is too great, which makes me believe that you are not that man."

"Is there anything wrong with my fist?" Zhaoming asked.

The Dragon Fist is powerful, and even if you can only exert one percent of the power, it can be no less than any monk of the same generation. If you can change this box to suit you, what a gratifying thing it would be.

"I can't say it either!" The high priest shook his head: "This kind of fist is not only used by Pangu, but also used similar fists in the Infinite Ancient Period of the last era. The man was called Wuji, just like Pangu's fist, and his boxing skills were domineering. Not to mention dealing with it, even if you look at it, you can make people amazed invincible ideas."

"Although the two of them have a big difference in their fists, there is one thing that is the same."

"Where?" Zhaoming asked hurriedly.

"Fist intention!" the high priest replied: "It's like a swordsman. If the same sword technique is used for different people, the effect will be very different, and the same is true for those who use the punch. If I guess correctly, your punching technique should be the same as the way that person's boxing technique was activated back then."

"Not bad!" Zhaoming nodded. His dragon fist was purely imitating Pangu Dragon Fist. Every trajectory of true qi was exactly the same.

"But your artistic conception when you wave your fists is different. Like Wuji and Pangu, their will is very firm and full of confidence. Wuji claimed to not use a second punch in his life. No matter who the opponent is or how many opponents are, he only had one punch. One punch can solve everything. And he did that back then. No one in the world could let him make a second punch. Even if the whole world joined forces, he could not force his second punch."

Zhaoming was shocked. He never made a second punch in his life. In the last era, there were such a terrifying powerful man.

"And like Pangu, although I don't know much about it, I can see that his boxing intentions at that time had an artistic conception that he could definitely do. No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, no matter how difficult the things to do, he is confident that he can open a bright road with his fist."

"And in your fist intention..." The high priest shook his head: "I didn't feel this! In my opinion, you just simply regard this fist as a magical power to respond to the enemy."

This sentence means to belittle yourself, but Zhaoming had no way to refute it. He could only nod and said, "Senior meant that I should understand such a state of mind?"

"Haha!" The high priest smiled slightly: "I'm just talking about my feelings. As for the specificity, I don't know. Compared with those two, I'm really too different, so I can't speculate on their psychology."

"Wuji's fist is like a force pushing ten thousand strengths, and Pangu's fist is like a force that combines ten thousand strengths, and the same ends are achieved. But both of them have a common characteristic, using the way of force to complete all this."

"The overlord is unparalleled, the benevolent is invincible, and the brave are fearless. The powerful are the brave, and they are fearless. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that they can use such fearless boxing."

"Senior also knows the Taoist pattern!" Zhaoming asked in surprise, and then took it for granted. The other party said that he had seen Pangu, so naturally he had seen anything before the creation of the world.

The high priest nodded: "Yes, I have memories of the last era, and the monks of the last era all practice Taoist patterns."

"What should I do to use the power of this boxing technique?" Zhaoming asked again.

The high priest shook his head: "I don't know. If we look at it according to our habits in the last era, if this technique is not suitable for you, there are only two options. First, give up practicing. Second, re-understand this technique from your own perspective and make it a technique that suits you and belongs to you."

"In the end, it may not be able to show the strongest power of the martial arts in the past, but at least it will be stronger than you now. And that is something you truly understand and it is more convenient to use."

This sentence is like a morning bell and evening drum. When the clouds are shaking, Zhaoming suddenly seems to have seen the target. He quickly bowed deeply: "Thank you for your advice!"

The high priest shook his head: "It's just a little bit of insight, just thank you for helping me resolve the catastrophe in Baidao this time."

"There are still many things on the island that have not been handled properly. I will lose my companion first, so everyone will do it!"

Lihua and Zhaoming quickly bowed: "Senior, you are just doing it."

The high priest nodded and turned around and left.

"You guys go and see the charm of this White Island!"

Sun Jiuyang winked at the two of them, then followed the high priest with a smile.

There were only two people in the palace. After a look at Li Hua with a smile on her face, Zhaoming suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and smiled dryly: "That...I..."

"Do you have something to do?" Lihua asked.

Zhaoming was shocked and hurriedly said, "No... it's okay!"

"What's the surprise!" Li Hua cut him a look: "If you have nothing to do, go out for a walk with me. The scenery of Baidao is quite beautiful. I haven't been here for a long time."

Without waiting for Zhaoming to respond, he rushed forward and grabbed Zhaoming's hand and walked outside.

"That...that...that's a little too tight!" Zhaoming stammered. He wanted to pull out his hand, but he felt that he couldn't use his strength.

"Hmph, I'll say I've held it tightly, right? I didn't dislike you even if I started hugging me so tightly!"

Lihua snorted and pulled it tighter.

Zhaoming hurriedly explained: "Didn't I think you were dead? Who knew you were lying to me!"

"I didn't lie to you! I was almost dead. The attack of the Immortal King, you thought it was so easy to block. It was the treatment of the high priest, otherwise I would definitely not be able to move now."

"Where is the Demon Lord of Heart Picking?" Zhaoming asked hurriedly: "Is he dead?"

Lihua nodded: "Of course he is dead. The karma fire in your eyes ignited the heart fire, and it is also a practice of confusing the mind. I am most afraid of the heart fire. I am afraid that he will die before he can detonate the power of faith."

It's good to die, but Zhaoming remembered the way Lihua was lying on the ground and was ignorant of life and death. He couldn't help but feel a little scared. He quickly said with a little blame: "Why did you push me at that time? I have a furnace to refine my body**. My body is tough and should be able to block it."

"Come on!" Lihua curled her lips: "After all, you are in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm. No matter how strong your body is, you can't stand the attack of the Immortal King. If you really take that blow, you will definitely die."

Zhaoming glanced at him: "You are not the Immortal King, you are not dead yet!"

"Of course I have a way!" Lihua said proudly: "I know I can't die, so I told you to get out."

"Just blow!" Zhaoming smiled.

At this time, I walked out of the palace gate and saw many winged human children running around, innocent and lively. There were also a large number of winged human monks kneeling on the ground and praying devoutly. Unlike the prayers I saw before, they all looked calm at this time. I prayed that their god would forgive their accidental destruction.

For these winged people with infinite faith and loyalty, it is an indelible shame that they are almost controlled and exploited by evil spirits, and they must be forgiven by God through constant prayer.

The two walked by among the flowers jungle, and from time to time, there were winged people passing by, bowing and saluting to them. The Demon Lord Picking the Heart was executed, and the High Priest had already told them about the matter, and they all knew that the two people in front of him were the benefactors of Baidao.

After returning the gift at once, the two walked to the statue of the God of Light. There were a large number of flowers, different colors and quite beautiful. From time to time, the winged human men selected flowers from it and gave them to their female companions, which caused bursts of laughter.

Lihua suddenly pushed Zhaoming: "I want flowers too, go pick one for me!"

"Ah!" Zhaoming was stunned.

"What else is it? Go quickly! Find the red ones, the more beautiful ones!"

I don’t know what the flowers are going to do, although I feel a little confused, but looking at Lihua’s excited look, Zhaoming still walked over to the pile of flowers.

Red, beautiful... Zhaoming carefully picked one that felt good, walked over and handed it to Lihua happily.

However, Lihua put the flower aside with dissatisfaction: "Don't want this one, this is an Anthracite! Go quickly and change another one!"

"No, don't you want to be popular?"

"You idiot, just change it if you want to change it! There are so many petals that are furrowed!"

"Tell me earlier!" Zhao Ming said dissatisfiedly, ran over and found another one, and ran over happily.

But Lihua put the flower aside again and snorted: "I'm so stupid, this is a tulip. Don't want this one, change it to another!"

"Something changed?" Zhaoming glared at his eyes, and was immediately glared back by Li Hua's earnest eyes.

"Yes, yes, go again. There are so many petals, so many more, and they are big red!"

Zhaoming had no choice but to run over and change another one.

"Oh, I'm so stupid. This is camellia. Why don't you even recognize flowers!"

"I want to say that I know all the medicinal flowers, but these flowers are not written in the book... Besides, you didn't say what flowers you want."

"No matter if you change it, you will have thorns on the branches."

"Okay, okay! I'll change it for you!"

"Ah, Taiyi, you fool, this is Rose!"

"Didn't you say you want to carry thorns? This is carrying thorns!"

"Anyway, that's not the case!"

"Then what you want, you have to tell me!"

"No matter what, you go and look for it!"
Chapter completed!