Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng saw the Dao Xin monk chanting the six-character Daming mantra, using sound waves as a weapon to shock people's minds.

It is strange to recite the six-character big mantra in the same way, but Master Mingyue's voice is very soft, and there is no deafening feeling of shocking mind, but there is a pressure of mountains and seas, like a giant hammer falling down.

Ye Feng immediately understood that Master Mingyue did not use sound waves as weapons, but combined the incense willingness with the Buddha mantra and attacked herself with mindfulness.

Boom, Ye Feng's idea condensed into a shield on the top of his head, blocking the hammer of the idea falling down.

After a tremor, Ye Feng stepped back two steps, secretly surprised, a faint pain came from the sea of ​​consciousness in his eyebrows. Although he blocked the Master Mingyue's intentional attack, it was also affected.

Master Mingyue’s mental power is definitely the strongest among all the masters he has ever seen, and Ye Feng is also the first to cope with the mental power attack of the combination of Buddha mantra and incense willingness.

Ye Feng was surprised, Master Mingyue was even more shocked than him.

Master Mingyue has been in retreat for thirty years. He did not hide in the cave house to meditate on meditation, but sealed himself in the Buddha statue of Xuankong Temple. He did not eat or drink, but only absorbed the incense of the believers of all living beings.

Over the past 30 years, the incense willingness of Master Mingyue has been enough to reach the heaven-level realm, coupled with his own internal strength, has been cultivated to the innate peak. The combined strength of the two is more than any ancient martial arts master.

Unexpectedly, the first battle out of the border, I thought that Ye Feng could be seriously injured by the power of one thought. Unexpectedly, the defense shield condensed by Ye Feng's thoughts was extremely tough, but he took two steps back and was just like no one else.

What makes Master Mingyue even more incomprehensible is that Ye Feng does not have the internal force of the ancient warrior, but after he thought of attacking, he obviously felt a powerful energy in Ye Feng's body.

If this powerful energy is not the internal force of ordinary ancient martial arts, there is only one possibility, that is, the ancient martial arts is very difficult to practice.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the small donor would practice such a strong mana. No wonder he could defeat the heads of the two ancient martial sects in a row, and he could easily block my Buddha's attack. The small donor was so powerful, I will try again. Try your skill."

"Yo, the master deserves to be a master. It's different from those who bully the world, and I can see at a glance that I'm practicing mana and admire.

Master Mingyue was well-informed, and distinguished that Ye Feng used mana instead of internal force, but he only guessed half. He could not imagine that Ye Feng had inherited the blood of the ancient god clan and possessed a divine personality. It is divine power.

Knowing that Ye Feng used mana, Master Mingyue was refreshed and had a sense of challenge.

He gently stretched out his right hand, his hands resembling flowers, his fingers were half-curled and half-smooth, and the fingers actually gave out a faint golden light, and the treasure was solemn, coating the entire right hand with a layer of golden light.

At the hottest moment of Jin Guang, his finger lightened slightly against Ye Feng.

The fingers of Xuankong Temple.

Ye Feng felt a tremendous pressure, rushing out.

The old monk had so many tricks. Ye Feng didn't dare to underestimate the strength of his hands. He twisted his wrist, pushed his body lightly on one side, used his strength, moved the flowers to the wood, and unloaded the torrential weather to his feet.

Booming, twirling the flowers with fingers is not a trivial act, and the bluestone at the foot of Ye Feng was punched out into a deep pit with thick finger.

If this hits the body, it will not add a blood hole.

Master Mingyue was slightly stunned, and this kid would actually move around and direct his fingers to the ground.

See if it's your hand to move the flowers quickly, or my finger tossing.

He stretched out his thin fingers, volleyed a little, and looked relaxed, but suffocating murderous.

Sixteen notes of squeezing fingers were clicked out in succession, and I heard the sound of puffing.

After Master Mingyue's sixteen pointers, Ye Feng was not idle, too busy.

Looking on from the side, he was like a dancer. His hands were constantly waving in the air, circled in circles, and his movements were elegant and gentle, but he put off the sixteen majestic twitching fingers on the floor tiles.

The scene on the game field is very strange, everything is silent, like a funny mime.

Master Mingyue's fingers were emptied, and Ye Feng on the opposite side fluttered across the air without a sound, but Ye Feng's feet seemed to specifically detonate the firecrackers, the banging continued to sound, and the gravel splashed.

After a while, with Ye Feng as the center, the ground that was smooth like a mirror just now became pitted, covered with small holes with thick fingers.

Master Mingyue's face became more solemn, and Ye Feng's transfer of flowers was very flexible. Even if the dead Master of the transfer of flowers was resurrected, I am afraid that he was not as brilliant as he used it.

Ye Feng smiled faintly: "Master Mingyue, your finger is really strong enough, you gave me so many fingers, how about I give you a finger."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at my finger through the stone."

Ye Feng hit the third form of the Thai Emperor's four hits, wearing a stone.

The four strikes of the Emperor of Thailand were boxing techniques, and Ye Feng had a new understanding of this boxing technique in the past few days.

For the first type of surge, he created a seven-level surge. In the duel with Mr. Mo Da, he made a move and sublimated the seven-level surge to the nine-fold surge, defeating Mr. Mo Da.

Ye Feng couldn't know how to finger, but looking at Master Mingyue's twig-fingered fingers, the movement was elegant, the whole body's internal force condensed in one finger, much like the Emperor Tai's four hitting the third type of stone.

The traversing stone hit by the four emperors of the emperor was made by condensing the whole body's power on the fist heart.

Inspired by Master Mingyue's fingering of flowers, Ye Feng condenses all his magical power on his index finger. He also learns what Master Mingyue looks like.

However, according to the gourd painting scoop, it is slightly rough, with only a trace of divine power, it banged from the fingertips, and shot out, and there was no lethality.

Master Mingyue was taken aback at first. He had already prepared and stretched out his thin palm. A thin golden light appeared in the thin palm, blocking Ye Feng's finger.

That wisp of finger strength was too weak, and flicked gently in the thin palm of Master Mingyue, like the dew in the morning, which evaporated in an instant, leaving no trace.

Master Mingyue gave a faint smile and shook her head and sighed, "My little donor, it took me twenty years for my finger to hurt. You can imitate my posture, how can you imitate it? Don't look at me simply One finger, which contains more than ten luck methods."

The failure of the first finger, Ye Feng's face has a hot feeling, but did not give up.

He disagreed and said with a disapproval: "I just play casually, there are still many subtleties in it, but I am confident that I will give another finger, and the master is ready to pick it up."

Master Mingyue shook his head helplessly, his expression full of disdain, and stretched out his skinny palm: "Well, see if you are obsessed, I will pick you up again."

(End of this chapter)