So he introduced the Prajna Zen palm to Zhuoyi, which is the martial art learned in the Bodhi Temple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A palm print with a turquoise color struck towards Zhuo Wei.

Zhuo Yi dodged everywhere, and the light work under his feet could see that the progress was very fast. That kind of Zen palm followed closely together, and did not hit other places by mistake several times because of the rapid movement of his footsteps, as if he had eyes.

Seeing that the blue-green palm prints were pressing tightly, Zhuo Yi hurriedly pushed out his internal force, and a long cane appeared in mid-air, striking each other with the Prajna Zen palm.

It was in the shape of a crutch, and at a glance, he knew that he was teaching Zhenfeng his martial arts.

"Still on crutches, I think you're going to die of old age, suffer death!" Zhuo Yifan increased his internal force from behind, urging the Prajna Zen palm to continue to fight with the crutch-shaped palm force.

The blue-green palm print, the color is getting darker and darker, and it begins to change to yellow-green, and the internal force is obviously increasing. Sure enough, Prajna Zen palm quickly split the shape of the crutch and cut it off at the waist.

Zhuo Yi was taken aback when he saw this, and leaned over to dodge the palm blow of the Prajna Zen palm.

"Yi'er, don't panic, continue to push out the internal force and fight against it!" shouted Xiang Zhenfeng from behind.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yi calmed down his panicked mind a little, continued to play his internal force, and attacked towards the Pranya Zen palm.

Three palms were struck in a row, and three crutches suddenly appeared around the Prajna Zen palm, tightly surrounding it, and then they struck at the palm print together.

The shape of three crutches struck from three different directions, touching the palm prints, making a rumbling sound like gunpowder exploding, followed by bursts of fire, igniting a raging fire in the air.

Hearing the deafening sound, everyone only felt that the ground under their feet was shaking, but the sound was too loud, and everyone had to cover their ears, so many people were knocked to the ground.

After a few crutches were struck, the palm print was distorted and became a long strip, slender and slender.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yi smiled, he didn't expect his internal strength to be so strong.

And Zhuo Yifan's face did not change, and he still transported the internal force towards the palm print. The long palm print, after the three crutches left, changed back to the shape of the palm. Then he slammed into a crutch and smashed it until it disappeared.

Then, he slapped at another crutch, and the crutch, like the crutch just now, was smashed and disappeared, leaving only one crutch to scurry around, avoiding the pursuit of the palm print.

"I didn't expect Zhuo Yifan's martial arts to be so powerful!" Yue Hanshan laughed, there was a very powerful helper at the moment, although the blood dragon in the Blood Drinking Sword did not come out again after eating and drinking.

"Yi'er, don't panic, continue to play internal force and deal with him. Xiang Zhenfeng beckoned behind him.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yi continued to push out the internal force, but this time he launched it three times, but only two crutches appeared, obviously his internal force was insufficient.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan smiled, there were only three crutches left at the moment, and his Prajna Zen palm was still extremely strong.

Zhuo Yifan also lifted his palms and pushed out two palms towards Zhuo Yi, so the two palm prints flew towards Zhuo Yi together.

At this moment, it is three palm prints against three crutches, and the crutches are not the opponent of the palm prints, but now they are equal in number, which makes Zhuo Yi a little flustered.

And those three crutches were like those with spiritual power, and they were not entangled with the three palm prints, but kept dodging.

When Zhuo Yi saw this scene, he felt ashamed, so he increased his internal force and wanted them to fight with him, but it didn't work at all, and the three crutches were still running around.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Optimus Sect began to laugh, of course, with great mockery.

Zhuo Yi's face was hot after hearing this, and he felt that everyone was spitting in his face.

"Bad seeds!"

Zhuo Yi screamed, pouring out the last bit of internal force.

In this way, the three crutches finally stopped running around, and began to fight with the three palm prints.

Zhuo Yifan smiled calmly, and increased the internal force transmission again, and the three palm prints became darker and larger, just like three big banana fans, and struck straight towards the three crutches.

After being smashed, three crutches were smashed and then vanished.

Zhuo Yi retreated and fell to the ground.

Zhuo Yifan laughed and looked at Zhuo Yi, and withdrew his palm.

"I won't let you die so easily, I'm going to kill you little by little!" Zhuo Yifan said viciously.

And the members of the Optimus Sect let out a loud applause, and the sound was monstrous.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Zhenfeng didn't feel uncomfortable, while the disciples of the Zhengqi Alliance felt a little gray.

Just as Zhuo Yifan was approaching forward, he stopped abruptly.

Because he saw Zhuo Yi holding a skull in his hand, and he didn't know when someone threw it at him from behind.

Zhuo Yi got up calmly, his face full of disdain, and even made a motion to throw the skull to the ground.

Zhuo Yifan stopped cautiously, all with a frightened look.

"Zhuo Yi, you...... What are you going to do?" said Zhuo Yifan.

"Hahaha...... It seems that you still recognize it, and no wonder, this is your father's head, how could you forget it?" Zhuo Yi said with a sneer.

"Don't mess around, return my father's head to me!" Zhuo Yifan said loudly.

"It's a bit difficult to give it back to you, not only will I not give it back to you, but I will also break it, in front of you!" said Zhuo Yi and made a beating motion.

"Don't! don't!" Zhuo Yifan said loudly.

Zhuo Yi suddenly stopped his movements and said, "It's okay if you don't break it, you have to promise me a condition!"

"Hmph, if you want me to commit suicide, if you want me to give you the blood drinking sword with both hands, I can't do it!" Zhuo Yifan said sadly.

"After all, brothers, growing up together, of course I can't be so decisive with you, I don't mention these two conditions. ”

"And what do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple, quit the battle between the Qingtian Sect and the Righteous Qi Alliance, there is nothing for you here!"

"There is my business, you and your father have a deep hatred with me!"

"Those are two different things, our grievances and grievances can be resolved separately, now it's just the Qingtian Sect and the Righteous Qi Alliance, competing for martial arts supremacy!"

"What if I don't say yes?"

"Then it's going to be shattered like a flask, and I don't think you want to be a bad one. As he spoke, Zhuo Yi made another motion to smash.

"Slow, slow, I'll quit!" Zhuo Yifan said.

Zhuo Yi stopped beating with a smile on his face, triumphant.

Zhuo Yifan turned his head to look at the people of the Optimus Sect, only to see Yue Hanshan shaking his head at him, "Brother Zhuo, you must not listen to him, he just wants to break each one, if you quit, the Optimus Sect is likely not to be the opponent of the Righteous Qi Alliance, once they defeat the Optimus Sect, you will become the target of their elimination by the way!"