I looked at the boxing intentions of the two before solemnly, which was a feeling of clouds and mist. I just knew that the boxing intentions of the two were very powerful and had a strong mental impact on my own, but it was unknown how powerful they were.

But now the solemn eyes can actually see the trajectory of the fist intentions of the two of them.

The king was filled with yellow fist intent, which was constantly radiating on his body, and the fist intent formed a pattern of mountains, like a landscape painting. The center node of the fist intent was located at the top of the king, where the emanation point of all fist intents was emitted.

The monk's body was filled with a white robe fist style, with light golden veins lingering on the surface of the body, like the patterns of the robe. As the monk breathed every time, the patterns on the robe flashed out. The monk's fist style did not have a central point, but was spread throughout the surface of the body and radiated with the pores.

From this we can see that the king and monk have different fists.

The king concentrated on his mind and radiated his spiritual fist through the top door, similar to the essence recorded in ancient books that spread like wolf smoke.

The monk has a deep understanding of Zen principles, and his boxing intention is everywhere and can be seen everywhere, meaning that all living beings are equal.

The solemn eyes flashed. Looking at the two of them, a deep sense of perception emerged in their minds. Since they saw the intention of their fists clearly, the solemn can learn from it and move in a certain direction.

"Huh? That's it?" Suddenly, Zhuang Chong found a red line from both of them at the same time. It seemed like a blood line, flashing on both of them.

At first, Zhuang Chong thought that it was also a change in the boxing intention of the two, but after taking a few more glances, he realized that it was not.

Because the place where the red line appears is the weakest place in the two of them!

The red line is not fixed, it is constantly changing its position. In other words, the king and the monk are constantly transferring their weaknesses and not fixing them in one place. In this way, the enemy will not catch their weaknesses.

Experts of their level will definitely not expose their life gate to the other party at will.

The two are now only one step away from the real realm of great success, so this line of weakness appears.

When the two of them are successful, they will achieve what Taoists call the true immortal without leakage. The pores of the whole body are confined, and all the essence will not be leaked for no reason. The boxing intention formed in this way will be strong and heavy, just like a true immortal.

"I didn't expect that the Feng Shui Eye would have such a change!" I thought solemnly and joyfully. This was a blessing in disguise. Although I broke a few bones, I got a huge benefit.

Although the change in Feng Shui Eye is useless to face masters like Wang and Monk, even if Zhuang Chong knows the weaknesses of the two, he will not be able to attack there. However, facing an opponent of the same level as Zhuang Chong, it will be different.

At that time, as long as Zhuang Chong seizes the opportunity to hit his weakness, he will be like hitting a snake seven inches, and can be fatal with one blow!

However, this ability will not be like looking at the breath, it can only last for a short period of time, right?

The idea of ​​Zhuang Chong was not over yet, and suddenly I felt that the vision disappeared in my field of vision and the red line disappeared. Then Zhuang Chong's eyes turned dark and lost consciousness.

"Damn! That's true! God, you're not playing with me on purpose, right?" Zhuang Chong muttered in his heart, and he was out of sight.

Crack, a purple lightning bolt winds down and explodes between the king and the monk.

However, the scattered electric fire did not burn both sides, but was blocked by the intention of the two of them, and they were ejected several times, and finally annihilated in the void.

However, the two of them had too strong fist intentions, which triggered the pursuit of lightning and lightning. They were like magnetic poles, attracting lightning to slash.

"He seems to be almost out of reach. Why might he stop here today? You don't want to save a dead person, right?" Wang looked at the monk and said lightly.

"Amitabha, very much." The monk nodded in agreement with a Buddhist name.

So he suddenly stopped his fist, walked to the side and raised his solemn hand, and walked towards the distance.

The monk's pace seemed to be very slow, but it disappeared into the rain in the blink of an eye.

Every time he took a step, the water on the ground would bloom a splash of water, just like the lotus that grew step by step when the Buddha became a Buddha.

"What a good opponent! What a pity, I can't fight him as much as possible! The world and the world will eventually hinder the progress of martial arts! When I understand all the evil fates, I will definitely find him to fight again!" Wang stared at the monk's back and said leisurely.

Then he turned around and went back to the room, as if nothing had happened.

Thump, Zhuangzhong was thrown on a dry ground under the overpass by the monk.

Looking at Zhuang Chong's unconscious appearance, the monk curled his lips disdainfully: "Just like this, I still want me to beat you up? It's like a lump of wood, and it's not making any progress at all! It's so disappointing!"

This monk is not someone else, but the monk Chanji who left a message to the solemn monk.

At that time, Chan Ji left a message saying that he would have the opportunity to beat Zhuang Chong up. Now that he really saw him, he looked down on Zhuang Chong.

Even if he beats him up, he will get the score. Not everyone is qualified.

If Zhuang Chong was sober at this moment, Zhuang Chong would definitely jump up and pointed at the nose of the monk Chan Ji and cursed: "Who said you were going to beat me up? Is it your wishful thinking okay? Am I that cheap? Is there any? Is there any?"

"Oh, there is not much medicine left, and now I have to use half of it for you! Silly brat, I can't give you a free gift." Chan Ji reached out to take out a medicine box from his arms, and after opening it, there was a layer of black ointment inside.

Chan Ji looked at the ointment, sighed in pain, and then took out a few hundred dollars from his solemn pocket.

"I have used such a good ointment for you. You won't lose money if I take you a few dollars." After Chan Ji said this, he put a few hundred dollars in his pocket with peace of mind.

Then apply the ointment to the ankle and ribs of the monkey, and gently pat the monkey on the monkey with both hands.

With Chan Ji's slap, the solemn injured part was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ankle that was originally swollen due to breakage began to swell. The black ointment was still left on the surface of the solemn body, darkening the solemn skin. However, under the slap of Chan Ji, all the residue of the ointment was left into the solemn body.

This is the use of Huajin.

The effect of the medicine is directly penetrated into the blood through Huajin to achieve the maximum effect. This method cannot be used by Huajin masters, but the effect is also very obvious.

As the saying goes, it is said that if you hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, you will have to rest for at least three months as long as you hurt your bones. However, with this specially configured ointment and the activation of Zen Ji for Zhuang’s own blood, the healing speed will be greatly improved.

In just half a month, solemnity can be as intact as before. But now, solemnity can even barely walk. People who don’t know will only think solemnity has just sprained their ankle.

"Okay, you have saved your life this time. If I hadn't happened to see you, how could you know that you had encountered such a thing? I won't have such good luck again next time. I haven't achieved the Lotus Way, but I don't have much time to care about your little business. Just take care of yourself." After Chan Ji said that, he swayed his sleeves and walked into the heavy rain.

Zhuang Chong was thrown alone under the overpass, like a seriously ill homeless man, no one cared about.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rain finally stopped. The stars were revealed, and the embellished night sky was not so lonely.

"Where is this?" Solemn confused, barely opened his eyes, but he saw a starry sky, vast and far-reaching, like an unknown road.

"Oh, this is outside." Zhuang Chong said to himself.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Chong immediately jumped up.

Damn, I was actually lying outside in the open air? That unfaithful guy in Chan Ji actually threw himself away like this?

But when Zhuang Chong felt a faint pain in his ankle and ribs, he immediately knew that his broken bone had been recovered by Zen Ji using a secret method.

I couldn't help but feel grateful to Chan Ji. It seemed that this old guy was not that stupid, at least he knew how to heal his injuries.

Zhuang Chong instantly felt that it was a happy thing to know Chan Ji. At critical moments, he could not only save lives, but also cure diseases.

"Next time I see him, I must treat him to a good drink!" Zhuang Chong is a grateful person, so Zhuang Chong thought so.

He walked out solemnly and limped out, preparing to stop a car and return to Chen Moyan's residence.

But when he touched his pocket, Zhuangzhong couldn't help but become angry.

The hundreds of dollars in his pocket disappeared!

I just felt that I was solemn that I had the honor of knowing Chan Ji for three lives, and immediately felt that I had been in trouble for eight lifetimes. Why did I know such a monk who has no moral integrity?

Don’t you know that it’s a steal without the consent of others? Don’t you know that stealing is a violation of the precept?

He walked along the road solemnly and cried without tears, but was wondering how to sue Chan Ji after returning to Qingping Temple and punish him.
Chapter completed!