Chapter 26 Can't keep up with the rhythm of thinking
"Great Demon-Subduing Fist" is considered to be the most powerful boxing technique in the "Nine Yin Manual". It is masculine and vigorous. It does not rely on cumbersome moves to win, but focuses on using strength to overcome skill.
Zhuo Lingfeng's punches are like a bow shooting at a tiger, and the power of his punches is like a dragon shooting out of water, containing majestic power!
Monk Bujie had not yet straightened his body. When he was pressed by this fist wind, it felt like a huge stone was pressing on his heart, and he could hardly breathe for a while.
But his body skills are really not weak. He slammed his left toe on the ground and flipped his body to the right.
"Bang" sound,
Zhuo Lingfeng's forceless fist hit the floor where Bujie had just stood, forming a deep pit about a square foot long.
Zhuo Lingfeng praised: "What a good movement!" He swept out the smoke and dust with a flick of his sleeves, and with a move of his body, he moved faster than the monk who was not disciplined could hide, as fast as the wind.
As soon as Monk Bujie landed and stood firm, he saw his five fingers like hooks pointing directly at his chest to press on the acupuncture point, and there was a rustling sound.
But he didn't get a chance to breathe, and he had already stabilized his Dantian Qi. He hung his left hand outwards and slashed Zhuo Lingfeng's wrist diagonally, and pushed his right hand toward his chest. The sound of the wind was also as fast as lightning.
Zhuo Lingfeng saw that the monk's internal strength and martial arts skills were so good that he had already left his seat. If he was allowed to perform three moves, wouldn't he have practiced all his kung fu in the past ten years?
Unconsciously, he raised his sword eyebrow and struck Bujie's right palm with his left palm. His right hand, like a butterfly piercing a flower, passed out from under his left elbow and held Monk Bujie's left elbow.
This move is exactly the "Five Strings Swirling" skill in the "Nine Yin Manual". As long as the placement is accurate, even if the martial arts is ten times stronger than a monk, it will still be restrained.
Monk Bujie felt a continuous, soft and dense heat rush directly into his meridians. In an instant, his arms were slightly sore and his whole body was drained of energy.
At this time, Zhuo Lingfeng's left palm also clashed with his right palm, and he couldn't help but change his color in shock.
He is also a master of martial arts. He knows that he is defenseless at this moment. Zhuo Lingfeng only needs to move a finger slightly and he will be seriously injured.
But Zhuo Lingfeng held his hands tightly and said loudly: "You don't know that Yilin is your daughter, but it doesn't mean that Yilin doesn't know that her father is a Buddhist monk. I heard a few words in her mouth, isn't it?
?What kind of epilepsy are you having?".
Monk Bujie thought that Zhuo Lingfeng must have had premeditated plans because he knew so much about his family. With such ulterior motives, it was very likely that he had ill intentions towards his precious daughter.
That's why he fought with Zhuo Lingfeng.
After hearing this, he couldn't help but be a little doubtful, but the doubts in his heart could not be eliminated. At this time, his Dantian took a breath and said loudly: "You fart..."
Before you finished speaking, you suddenly felt a strong surge of force coming from your elbow. Instantly, your chest felt hot, and you somersaulted out. After sitting on the ground, you slid out more than ten feet.
With a "crash", he hit an Eight Immortals square table behind him, and half of the wooden table collapsed like tofu.
Zhuo Lingfeng put his hands behind his back and said quietly: "Master, you'd better be a little more disciplined!".
Monk Bujie blinked his copper-bell eyes and stared at Zhuo Lingfeng, who was standing with his hands behind his back, as if he had been knocked unconscious.
This result also frightened everyone. The shopkeeper and the waiter huddled in the corner, truly paralyzed as mud.
Even some people in the world are still frightened. They all think: "On Zhuo Lingfeng's chair, the monk can still support himself a few more moves, but as soon as he abandons the chair, he is instantly defeated.
This Zhuo Lingfeng is so awesome!"
But some people were smiling and thinking: "Bujie monk wanted to be Zhuo Lingfeng's father-in-law, but Lao Taishan didn't take it and got beaten!"
Monk Bujie was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so he was naturally not knocked unconscious. However, he was suddenly thrown out by Zhuo Lingfeng's internal energy, and his meridians were greatly shaken. Not only were there stars in his eyes, but his breath was somewhat disordered.
Sitting on the ground, he was secretly adjusting his breath. When he looked at everyone from the corner of his eye, he saw that some people were about to laugh.
Only then did he realize that he had been thrown out by his chosen "son-in-law", and he couldn't help but said angrily: "Fuck his grandma..."
He opened his mouth and only cursed half a sentence, but Zhuo Lingfeng's eyes sharpened and his expression was cold and solemn.
He hurriedly stopped talking, but suddenly he felt a strange pain in his buttocks. He cried out "Ouch", and couldn't help but cursed: "Wangba lamb, Sajia's butt broke into four pieces!"
I hurriedly reached out and touched it, and I felt that it still seemed to be two pieces, but there were so many people at this time that it was not convenient to touch it carefully.
Seeing his behavior, Zhuo Lingfeng was angry and funny. He was such a fool. He didn't bother to argue with him. He handed over his hands and said, "Okay, I'll apologize for my inappropriate words!"
Go find your daughter quickly and let us say goodbye!"
Unexpectedly, the monk Bujie looked up to the roof and murmured to himself: "Yes, look for my daughter!"
Suddenly he felt happy again, and said with a smile: "I just said that the little nun is so beautiful, why do you want to be a nun! It turns out that she is my daughter, she is as beautiful as her mother!"
Having said this, he nodded again and said: "Tian Boguang does a lot of evil, but his vision is not bad!
This shows how good my daughter is. She is totally worthy of being your wife!"
Zhuo Lingfeng originally saw that the rebellious monk dared to act boldly, and he was indeed a man. However, seeing that he knew clearly that his daughter was almost bullied, he praised Tian Boguang for his vision.
This way of thinking was so different from ordinary people that it was really difficult for people to keep up with the rhythm. So I never wanted to deal with him again. He said softly: "Okay, Master does what he wants and dominates the world. Zhuo doesn't dare to say anything! But you must also understand that your precious daughter has already found a son-in-law for you, so you don’t need to worry anymore!"
He returned to the table, pulled up a chair and sat down, lifted the wine jar, and poured a bowl of wine.
Monk Bujie was looking at the sky and thinking. After hearing this, he turned to Zhuo Lingfeng and snorted: "What? Are you jealous of Linghu Chong?"
Zhuo Lingfeng's eyes flashed, and he said in a concentrated voice: "You are not a monk and careless, and you despise everything!
But Master Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect is a husband among women, which is extremely rare in today's martial arts world. She has raised your daughter for more than ten years. Is this how you repay her kindness in raising her?".
Monk Bujie stared at Zhuo Lingfeng for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Okay! I guess what you said makes sense!
I have to let my daughter return to secular life first!
It’s just that my precious daughter is indeed very beautiful, but her martial arts skills are poor, and she was raised by Dingyi nun and she is a bit stupid. I have to go find her, and I won’t play with you now!”
As he spoke, he suddenly stood up and walked out of the store.
At this time, some people couldn't help but sigh and sigh. They thought that the monk who was not disciplined was a good opponent of Zhuo Lingfeng, but unexpectedly, it ended in a hasty manner with heavy thunder and little rain.
Zhuo Lingfeng knew why people in the martial arts world like to participate in martial arts gatherings. The vast majority of people just watch the fun and don't take it too seriously. They looked around with a pair of powerful eyes and said coldly: "What? I let you down.
Okay? If anyone wants to give me some advice, Zhuo is also willing to accompany you!"
The cold light in his eyes flashed across everyone, like a blade shaving their faces. Some people's expressions changed, and they hurriedly picked up their weapons and left their seats.
People have a herd mentality. When one person leaves, many people leave. The few Jianghu people who just spoke about the battle between Zhuo Lingfeng and Yu Canghai also followed.
In an instant, Zhuo Lingfeng was the only diner left in Nuo Da's hotel. He slowly picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.
At that time, the sound of rain was like spilling beans, getting louder and louder.
There was no sound in the quiet little store.
The shopkeeper and the waiter had already lowered their heads and were hiding aside.
They are not stupid either. They know that this young man in black has ridiculously high martial arts skills and can drive away dozens of gangsters with just one word. He must be a vicious person!
But they also felt that this man's back was so lonely and lonely.