Ye Feng's divine power rose again, and the luck method of piercing the stone quickly echoed in his mind, as if he had found the place where the one finger of the piercing stone failed just now, quickly modified the luck route, and pointed out again sharply: "Two fingers of piercing the stone." ”

A surging qi shot out from the tip of the index finger and shot heavily into the middle of the palm of the bright moon master.

Boom, a golden light flashed in Master Mingyue's palm, still blocking all of Ye Feng's finger power, and a look of surprise flashed on his old face.

Master Mingyue's wrist trembled a little.

The power of the second finger was obviously much greater than the first finger just now, and even surpassed that of Master Mingyue's flower finger.

Master Mingyue looked curious and disbelieving: "How is it possible, you are also a flower finger?" Although the posture is similar, it is not like the taste of the flower finger. There are no years of fire, how can your finger be so powerful, the monks don't talk, you really just learned the fingering. ”

As Master Mingyue said, if you don't have enough experience, it is impossible to instantly condense the internal force into your fingertips and burst out to achieve the maximum lethality.

Ye Feng pointed casually on the surface, but he used more than ten kinds of exhalation methods, integrating the luck method of piercing stones into his fingers, so that the divine power in his body could be condensed from his whole body to his fingertips and shoot out in an instant.

Ye Feng smiled: "Of course I just learned it, or I learned it from you, isn't it what is the flower finger?"

Ye Feng's fingers were like flowers, and another finger pierced through the stone and hit out, and the golden light of Master Mingyue's palm shone brightly, and he took all the finger strength.

After receiving Ye Feng's finger through the stone, Master Mingyue was amazed at first, and soon seemed to understand something, shouted a Buddha name, and said with a relieved expression: "Amitabha, the old monk understands, you really just learned the fingering from the old monk, although the fingers are like flowers, but the strength is completely different from the old monk's fingers, and it is an unfathomable energy." The little benefactor is really a genius, admire, admire. ”

Although Ye Feng's fingering is borrowed from Master Mingyue's flower fingers, the energy inside is the piercing stone hit by the Emperor Tai's four blows.

Very curious about the golden light that came out of Master Mingyue's thin palm, Ye Feng asked with a smile: "Master, isn't your palm made of gold?" What's your name?"

A rather smug look flashed in Master Mingyue's eyes: "Amitabha, the little donor has praised it, the old monk's move is called King Kong is not bad, and it is the old monk's new practice in this retreat." ”

Although Ye Feng doesn't like Zen Master Zhikong, he likes Master Mingyue a little, Master Mingyue is not as scheming as Zen Master Zhikong, but he has a straightforward temperament, what to say.

He joked, "King Kong is not bad for divine skills, does it mean that no matter how you fight, you can't beat it?"

Master Mingyue nodded: "There is a bit of this meaning. ”

"Then I'm going to try, is your newly practiced Vajra not bad magic skill, is it worthy of its name, or is it not worthy of its name?"

Master Mingyue's eyes became hot, since the King Kong Incorruptible Divine Skill was refined, there has always been a sense of loss in his heart, after thirty years of retreat, the people of their generation are basically gone, and there seems to be no opponent for a while.

But the kid in front of him, just seeing that he used his flower fingers, actually secretly learned it, of course, only learned a form, but the turbulent momentum in his fingers made his King Kong incorruptible magic skills be severely tested.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Master Mingyue clasped his hands together and looked respectful: "Amitabha, little donor, it seems that you are not doing your best, why don't we both use what we have learned in our lives and have a good fight?"

Ye Feng also has the same excitement, sometimes, it feels good to find an evenly matched opponent to fill the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.

"Okay, let's have a good fight. ”

Master Mingyue closed his eyes and hung the curtain, clasping his hands together, as if an old monk was in a fixed position, standing there, like a thousand-year-old pine, the wind blowing his simple monk's robe, blowing his long beard like snow.

Boom, Ye Feng suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet, the sky, the sun, the clouds, and the blue sky all faded in color, and only the Mingyue Master in front of him became radiant.

A faint golden light emanated from his limbs, and his body was gradually getting bigger, and the treasure was solemn, which made people solemn and worshipful.

A Buddha horn sounded from outside the Nine Heavens Cloud Night, accompanied by a soft and pleasant chanting sound.

The Mingyue Master in front of him was surrounded by layers of golden light, no longer the thin and ugly old monk, as if he had become a burly and strong Arhat.

Ye Feng looked at Master Mingyue in a daze, these were not illusions, nor were they real, but everything that he saw with his divine eyes and perceived with his divine sense.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, on the field, Master Mingyue was still the thin and ugly old monk, with his eyes closed and the curtain still moving, and Ye Feng also stood there with his eyes closed.

But the minds of the two were already in another space, wrestling together, it was a world of the minds of Ye Feng and Master Mingyue.

In the eyes of Ye Feng's god of fate, Master Mingyue had already incarnated into a true Arhat shining with the light of the Buddha, more than ten zhang tall, with muscles as strong as mountain rocks, and standing in front of Ye Feng with a lofty spirit.

It seems that the legend of Master Mingyue is true, and it is not groundless.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, the divine power of the godhead swelled violently, and the calm primeval god clan bloodline began to boil hot.

Master Mingyue's natal true body was surprised, what kind of power is this? It has exceeded the scope of the human body, this is by no means an ordinary mana, but a power that even the Buddha cannot reach.

Could it be that this kid is actually a god race?

Impossible, in the ancient Taicang, when the Buddha was born, the Protoss disappeared from the earth.

No matter what kind of power it is, Master Mingyue can't afford to lag behind.

His fists were clenched, his pupils widened suddenly, and a ball of golden light shot out from his eyes, and the golden light on his body was like the light of the sun, shooting out in all directions.

"This is the Vajra Immortal Miracle?"

Ye Feng became extremely excited, his blood veins were like dynamite being ignited, circulating extremely quickly in his body, and his body began to swell under the divine power, although it was not as tall as Master Mingyue, it also grew about seven or eight zhang.

A powerful battle intent suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and the divine power in the godhead, under the guidance of the secret art and battle of the god clan, was like the Yangtze River bursting the embankment, growing exponentially.

It was an earth-shattering, weeping ghost and god's domineering, fighting.

A fighting spirit that can not be crossed regardless of the cycle of life and death.

An immortal will to cleave mountains and seas and destroy everything, fight.

Finally able to fight with all his might, the flying sword slowly rose from the palm of his hand.

In the crystal clear flying sword, the blue, red, and gold luster slowly flowed, which was beautiful, and it exuded a daunting coercion.

(End of chapter)