Chapter 1173

The magic power in Ye Feng's divinity reappeared, and his mind quickly echoed the luck method of crossing the stone. It seemed that he had found the place where the first finger of the stone had failed. He quickly revised the route of luck, and then pointed out: "two fingers of stone piercing."

A turbulent force of Qi shot from the tip of the index finger and hit the middle of master Mingyue's palm.

Boom, bright moon master's palm suddenly flashed a golden light, still will Ye Feng's finger force all block down, his old face flashed a look of surprise.

Master Mingyue's wrist is shaking a little.

The power of the second finger is obviously much greater than that of the first finger just now, and even surpasses the flower picking finger of master Mingyue.

Master Mingyue looked curious and disbelief: "how can you pick your finger? Although the posture is similar, it is not like the taste of finger picking. Without years of heat, how could you be so powerful? Monks don't play wandering language. You've just learned the fingering. "

As master Mingyue said, if you don't have enough experience, you can't condense your internal power in a moment and burst out at your fingertips to achieve maximum lethality.

On the surface, Ye Feng used more than ten kinds of exhalation methods. Only by integrating the luck method of penetrating the stone into the fingers, could the inner power condense from the whole body to the fingertips and shoot out in an instant.

Ye Feng said with a smile: "of course, it's just learned, or from you, not what is finger picking?"

Ye Feng's fingers are like picking flowers. Another finger pierces the stone and hits it out. Master Mingyue's palm glitters with gold, and he takes all his finger strength.

Then he took Ye Feng's piercing stone finger. Master Mingyue was surprised at first, and soon seemed to understand something. He raised a loud voice and said with relief: "Amitabha, I understand. You are really just learning fingering from the old monk. Although it refers to picking flowers, its Qi strength is totally different from that of the old monk's flower picking finger. It is a kind of profound Qi strength. Little benefactor, you are really a genius. I admire you

Although Ye Feng's fingering is borrowed from master Mingyue's fingering, the strength of his fingering is actually the stone that the king of Thailand hit.

He was very curious about the golden light from the withered palm of master Mingyue. Ye Feng asked with a smile, "master, is your palm made of gold? It's not hurt by my finger. It's very serious. What's your name? It's very beautiful and glittering

Master Mingyue flashed a satisfied look in his eyes: "Amitabha, little benefactor praised it. This move is called the Vajra not bad magic skill. It's a new skill practiced by the old monk after he closed the door this time."

Although Ye Feng doesn't like Zen master Zhikong, he likes master Mingyue a little bit. Master Mingyue is not as resourceful as Zen master Zhikong, but he is straightforward and straightforward. What can he say.

He joked, "is King Kong not bad at magic? Does it mean that it can't be broken in any way? "

Master Mingyue nodded: "a little bit of that."

"Then I'll try it. Is your new Vajra not bad magic skill worthy of its name or not?"

Master Mingyue's eyes became blazing. Ever since the cultivation of Vajra's immortal skill, there has been a kind of melancholy in his heart. After 30 years of seclusion, the people of his generation were basically gone, and there seemed to be no rivals for a time.

However, the child just saw that he used his finger to pick flowers, so he learned it secretly. Of course, he only learned a form. However, the stormy spirit of the finger made his Vajra not bad skill seriously tested.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, master Mingyue put his hands together and looked respectful: "Amitabha, little benefactor, it seems that you are not doing your best. How about we both give what we have learned in our lives and fight well?"

Ye Feng also has the same excitement. Sometimes, it's good to find an equal opponent to fill in the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.

"Well, let's have a good fight."

Master Mingyue closed his eyes and hung the curtain, his hands clasped together, as if an old monk had settled down. Standing there, like a thousand year old pine, the wind was blowing his simple monk's robe and blowing his wisp of snow like long beard.

Bang, Ye Feng suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet. The sky, the sun, the clouds and the blue sky all faded. Only the master Mingyue in front of him became energetic.

A faint ray of golden light emanates from his four limbs and hundreds of bones. His body is gradually becoming larger, and his appearance is solemn and solemn, which makes people solemn and adorable.

A Buddha's trumpet sounded from the night of nine days, accompanied by a soft and pleasant chanting.

In front of him, master Mingyue was surrounded by layers of golden light. He was no longer the thin and ugly old monk, but he became a strong and strong arhat.

Ye Feng looks at master Mingyue in a daze. These are not illusions, nor are they real, but what he sees and perceives with his divine sense.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, master Mingyue was still that skinny and ugly old monk on the field. He was still motionless with his eyes closed, and Ye Feng stood there with his eyes closed.

But their ideas are already in another space, fighting together, which is a world of ideas of Ye Feng and master Mingyue.

In the eyes of Ye Feng's God, master Mingyue has already incarnated into a real arhat full of Buddhist light. He is more than ten feet tall, and his muscles are as strong as rocks. He stands in front of Ye Feng in an imposing manner.It seems that the legend of master Mingyue is true, not groundless.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, and the divine power of the divinity expanded suddenly, and the peaceful Archaean blood began to boil.

Master Mingyue's real life looks surprised. What kind of power is this? It is beyond the scope of human body. It is not an ordinary magic power, but a power beyond the reach of Buddha.

Is this kid a Protoss?

Impossible. In ancient times, when the Buddha was born, the protoss disappeared on the earth.

No matter what kind of power it is, master Mingyue can't fall behind.

He clenched his fists, and his pupils widened suddenly. A cloud of golden light came out of his eyes, and his whole body was like the light of the sun, shooting away in all directions.

"This is the Vajra not bad magic skill?"

Ye Feng became extremely excited. His blood flowed rapidly in his body like explosives. His body began to expand under his divine power. Although he was not as tall as master Mingyue, he also grew about seven or eight Zhang.

A strong sense of war is rising from the bottom of my heart. Under the guidance of protoss' secret arts and war, the divine power in the divinity has multiplied, just like the Yangtze River which has burst its banks.

It was a terrifying force and war.

No matter whether the life and death reincarnation, also can not cross the fighting spirit, war.

An immortal will to destroy everything, war.

Finally, I can fight with all my strength, and the flying sword rises slowly from my heart.

The crystal clear flying sword, blue, red, gold three color luster slowly flow, beautiful, but also reveals a formidable pressure.