I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

The physical training of the skill channel is to cultivate inner strength and technique, which is lighter than the training of the physical body qi and blood, while the physical training of the power channel is just the opposite.

The two have their own merits. Generally speaking, the physical cultivation of the force pulse is more powerful. If you do not win with skill or jujitsu, head-to-head, the physical training of the skill pulse will definitely not fight the strength pulse. Physical training.

Zhengjue seemed to have seen the scene where this arrogant and defiant Fang Bai was severely taught by his senior brother Jin Chan and even beaten into a pool of flesh on the spot, and his smile was exceptionally brilliant.

Lin Meng on the side shook his head silently, his expression very solemn.

Jin Chan and Fang Bai fought a head-to-head battle. Not only would it not be better than Fang Bai's two-stroke Jiu-Jitsu victory before, it would even be more dangerous. If you don’t pay attention, you will be in danger of death. , And there will be no chance to admit defeat.

Although, according to common sense, the physical training of the skill channel is hardly enough to do the physical training of the force channel, but Lin Meng knows clearly that Fang Bai is outside of this common sense, or that the Baji Jin is in this common sense. Outside.

The eight ultimate strengths of Bajijin and the eight ultimate martial arts it represents, several of which are above head-to-head. The power is not inferior to those martial arts techniques of the strength training. Nothing less than!

Jin Chan... is probably going to be dangerous!

Jin Chan on the ring was a little surprised when he heard the words, and then showed a little joy, a swinging muscle twisted, and after forcibly twisting the arm that had completely dislocated the bone, he folded his hands together and said to Fang Bai:

"Thank you, your poor monk will not let you down."

Fang Bai grinned and showed a contemptuous sneer.

"hope so."

Having said that, the two of them once again distanced themselves, and Jin Chan was full of confidence at the moment.

His power of the Octopus Jin is limited to some shallow records, and he doesn’t know as much as Lin Meng. He habitually follows the common sense of the world, and thinks that he is a skill that will defeat the opponent. Physical training.

In the next moment, Jin Chan, who was full of confidence, took the lead in shooting Fang Bai, flattening his palm to tempt him, and the strong wind and blood in his palm rushed towards Fang Bai.

Behind him, the golden Buddha Dharma image also appeared again, and he stretched out his hand and pushed out the same palm, and a huge golden palm pressed down towards Fang Bai.

Fang Bai sneered with a look of disdain, stretched out his hand to make a fist in a weird posture, protruding the knuckle of the middle finger, and hit the big golden handprint with a punch, then turned over and swiftly avoided the palm with a swim step.

Seeing this trick, Lin Meng narrowed his eyes and recognized this method.

Bajijin, piercing nail!This technique is to condense the whole body's internal energy and burst into a kind of penetrating energy, which is almost invisible and can penetrate all the defenses of Dharma, True Qi and Qi and blood, and can be nailed into the human body like a nail. Going out through the bones directly injure the internal organs, this technique is the most insidious move in Baji Jin!

Jin Chan... is going to suffer!

Fang Bai's fist really didn't bring any obstacles and waves to the golden palm prints that Jin Chan struck. In the eyes of everyone, this was the inevitable result of Ji Zhi Xiu's inability to produce powerful and powerful rampage moves.Starting

But the next moment, Jin Chan, who was full of confidence with a smile on his face, suddenly changed his complexion. He stepped back abruptly and vomited blood. He stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and felt like an arrow hit his chest suddenly, causing pain in his chest. Wounded by a powerful and insidious force, but I don't know what it means.

Everyone on the stage was also talking about it, not knowing what happened.

"Why did Master Jin Chan suddenly vomit blood? Could it be the recurrence of the old disease?"

The old monk with supernatural powers had a solemn expression. After he had been cultivating for a lifetime, he saw this trick and murmured in a deep voice:

"Tonggu Nai, this man has even practiced such insidious moves to the point of perfection! With such a talent, if it weren't for the inner strength of the part-time training too much, I am afraid that he would be able to cultivate to the control of the body early. In the realm of microcosm, it is comparable to the current peak of physical training skills in one of the skills!"

Among the two kings of the north and south, Beizhou Wolongjiang Yulong King, the pinnacle of the skills in today's physical training, is known as the end of today's skills, the nightmare of all the powers in the world!

On the top of the ring, Bai smiled contemptuously, and quickly approached Jin Chan with a leap, and smiled:

"Three strokes! If you are unbeaten within three strokes, you are considered a loser! This is the first one!"

The audience was in an uproar when this remark came out.

It is an unpleasant miracle that a skill and a pulse of physical training threatened to defeat a powerful physical training in three ways in a head-to-head situation!

On the Dao Pavilion, the monk Zhengjue immediately itched his teeth and snorted for Jin Cicada's injustice.

"I don't know what insidious tactics this guy used, it's just a trick for the time being! To dare to say such a wild boast, threatening to defeat Senior Brother Jin Chan within three tricks, really knows nothing!"

Lin Meng on the side still shook his head slightly in silence, he didn't believe that Fang Bai could say such a thing without any certainty.

On the ring, Jin Chan saw Fang Bai who had attacked him, enduring the severe pain in his internal organs, gritted his teeth and straightened his waist, patted Fang Bai with a palm.

This palm from top to bottom formed a huge golden palm print on the top of Fang Bai's head, as if he wanted to suppress Fang Bai under his palm.

On this golden palm print, there is also a high mountain dharma image, which is also suppressed, and there is a kind of mysterious Taoism that suppresses everything.

"Five Fingers Sealing the Mountain!"

Lin Meng exclaimed and recognized this martial skill.

This is one of the top martial arts of Buddhism. There are even myths and legends, even related to saints!It is rumored that the Buddhist saints used this method to conquer demons, and a real mountain can be realized with one palm, and the demons will be suppressed under it. They will never turn over. The famous name is Wuzhishan!

With this palm, Fang Bai, who had always looked contemptuous and contemptuous, slightly surprised him, raising his eyebrows:

"It's a Buddhist holy land! But if I say three strokes will defeat you, then three strokes!"

After that, Fang Bai stretched out his hand and pointed towards the golden palm prints and mountains falling in the air.

In the next moment, the majestic golden palm and the towering mountain face suddenly made a cracking sound, and then split into two halves from the middle and broke apart!

Bajijin, open the mountain!

How amazing it is to split a mountain with one finger!Those in the ring-shaped stands who have not seen many worlds and masters all exclaimed in exclamation, their faces full of incredibility.New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https://

After breaking this move, Fang Bai laughed and took another step, moving his figure to move, and in an instant, he pulled the distance from Jin Chan to the extreme, reached Jin Chan’s head, and hit Jin Chan’s head with a punch. Drop down.

"The third trick! You should lose!"

Jin Chan showed unwillingness, gritted his teeth and stretched out an arm, raised one palm upwards, and sat with his legs slammed, using Fudo Mingwang Jin Shenjue's third most stable pose!

The golden Buddha behind him was solemn, and then turned into a stumbling sitting, with the same golden giant hand raised upwards, as if to hold the sky in his palm.

In comparison, a slender, white fist that Fang Bai smashed was so insignificant, like a worm shaking a tree!