Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 295, Wang Chongyang vs King Baocheng
When He Yuan was nervous about adjusting his breath, Tsering Dorje also felt uncomfortable.His two punches were intercepted by He Yuan, still looking expressionless, and the attack slowed down.

He Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, unwilling to be defeated so easily.With a low growl, he stepped forward, using the big Wei Tuo pestle with his right hand.The move is a move in Arhat Boxing --- Progressive Piquan.There was nothing fancy about this move, and he used it as clumsily as a beginner.

This punch went out straight, regardless of any changes in the opponent.It's like dying with the enemy.

Zhou Botong shouted hello from behind.

Tsering Dorje lifted his left hand lightly, as if carefully fiddled with the precious things on the table.With a seemingly gentle push, He Yuan's mighty punch was stopped immediately.

He Yuan felt that his punch had hit the resilient balloon.

The two of them seem to have made an agreement, and they are fighting the enemy with one hand and defending with the other.

The onlookers saw that He Yuan's blow was blocked, and his boxing style suddenly changed. The five fingers of his right hand stood upright, and suddenly poked at the old monk's wrist.

Tsering Dorje retracted his wrist, pinched a lion seal, within a square inch, recharged his energy, and touched He Yuan's Vajra Finger without any fanfare.

"Bam—"

The collision of internal force and external force made a dull sound.

He Yuan's internal strength was not as good as his opponent's, so he wanted to rely on his own external strength to achieve great success, and wanted to pierce the opponent's defense with his vajra fingers, but it was like poking into a wall of air.

The counter-shock force of the blow just now made He Yuan's breath surge, and he could hardly hold on to himself.His heart was also ruthless.Regardless of the continuous squeeze of the opponent's internal force, it was still the kung fu of using the Vajra Finger to poke again.

He Yuan's fingers pierced through the air and made a hissing sound.He Yuan bought a loophole, and at the same time he hit the opponent's arm, his arm was also hit by the old monk.

Regardless of the vibration received by the meridians of his arm, he exerted force with his fingers, and his five fingers pierced like steel cones again.

Tsering Dorje frowned, the opponent's external skills were strong, he was hit twice, and his arm was already in great pain.Reluctantly, he concentrated his internal force on his arms, destroyed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu, and punched He Yuan's Tanzhong acupoint with his right fist.

He Yuan saw that the opponent's move was mighty, but he couldn't dodge it, so he turned sideways and used his left elbow to meet the attack, but was forced to take two steps back by the opponent's fierce internal force.

The old monk followed up with another punch, still the same move.

He Yuan exerted strength on his waist and kicked back.This move is a move of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon that he learned secretly earlier—Shenlong Tail Wagging.Once again, it really made a difference.The old monk who was about to make an attack was forced to stop and fight back.

The old monk hit He Yuan's sole with his palm.He Yuan took the opportunity to make a forced somersault, wanting to retreat further.When he landed, his breath was not smooth, he was a little unsteady, and staggered backwards.

Before he could stand still, Tsering Dorje seemed not to be affected at all, and followed up with another punch.

For those moves just now, He Yuan used all his strength.The danger in a dogfight is far greater than in previous fights.At this time, it was too late to recover his physical strength, and he was already unable to deal with the attack.

At the very moment, He Yuan felt a hand resting on his back.A gentle force moved him aside, avoiding Tsering Dorje's attack.

The man swung his palm to meet Tsering Dorje's punch.

The two people fisted and palmed the camera, and the collision of internal forces was silent.

Tsering Dorje stepped back.

He Yuan saw clearly that it was Wang Chongyang who helped him from the side.

After Wang Chongyang repelled Tsering Dorje, he threw the fly whisk he was carrying with him to Zhou Botong, so as not to burden him with it.

The old monk was repelled two steps, paused for a moment, then turned around and rushed over.

Wang Chongyang's robe sleeves fluttered, and his palm hit directly.

Tsering Dorje repeatedly struck with his left hand, and counterattacked with his right fist.

While He Yuan was recovering from his breath adjustment, he carefully observed the contest between the two masters.These two people did not have any fancy moves, nor did they leak any rumors or power.However, every time Wang Chongyang raised his palm to greet him, he could always force Tsering Dorje to withdraw his hand to deal with it.Tsering Dorje occasionally made some weird moves, which forced Wang Chongyang to change his moves to fight back.

When two people are fighting, out of three or five moves, often none of them can actually hit each other.They all change their tactics immediately after a little trial.It looks like a martial arts contest between ordinary friends, which makes people around look very strange.

Monk Jikong looked serious.He Yuan faintly saw a way, and the two masters were probing.If there is a slight mistake, there will be a thunderbolt.

Soon after the test was over, Wang Chongyang suddenly used his hand to lightly draw the opponent's arm, and then slapped it out with the other palm.

Tsering Dorje's palm pressed down, counteracting Wang Chongyang's outward force.A punch was issued from the armpit, blocking the opponent's palm.This time, there was no fancy touching of the four arms.

The two of them took a quick step back, and then slowly backed away.

Tsering Dorje exhaled slowly, and saluted Wang Chongyang.

"Renren Wang is indeed a master. If you want to come to the Taoist sect in the Central Plains, you will respect Daoist Wang."

Wang Chongyang returned the gift, and said flatly: "Master, you are absurd. There are mountains beyond mountains, how can poor people dare to respect them."

He Yuan thought that Tsering Dorje would retreat if he was no match for Wang Chongyang.Unexpectedly, he changed the subject.

"I don't know how many Taoist sects are comparable to Wang Zhuan? In my esoteric religion, there are still two who are better than poor monks." He stopped talking here.

Wang Chongyang smiled without saying a word.Suddenly, there was a sound of piano from the nearby forest.The person who played the piano stopped abruptly after only tuning a few strings.

The sound of the zither came steadily into the ears of everyone.

Tsering Dorje bowed his head and thought for a while.He said to Wang Chongyang: "Since Daoist Wang has made a move, the poor monk will leave now. However, if we meet again in the future, each will use his own ability."

Say it, and he took his disciples and servants down the mountain.

He Yuan was about to express his gratitude to Wang Chongyang, when he turned his head and saw Wang Chongyang looking into the forest on the left.After staring at it for a long time, he turned around and sighed.Say to several people: "Let's go, go back."

He Yuan followed back to Chongyang Palace.First appease everyone in the Liu family.Then, several people sat down on the Sanqing Hall.

Zhou Botong asked impatiently: "Brother, that monk's martial arts skills are amazing today! How sure are you of winning?"

Wang Chongyang shook his head.

"This man's martial arts has been practiced to the highest level. His internal skills are almost impeccable. Even if there are flaws in external skills and moves, people who can see them may not be able to succeed. Competing with internal skills, I may be able to win one or two. However, secret teaching The cultivation method is different from the Central Plains method, it is very difficult to beat him in the competition."

Zhou Botong said: "But he still retreated very wisely."

Wang Chongyang said: "If he was only afraid of me alone, he would not retreat so easily. Probably because he was afraid that we would attack him. Just now——"

When Wang Chongyang said this, he stopped talking.

Zhou Botong asked: "What happened just now?"
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