"A gentleman, let alone the ruler of a country? Please!"

Fang Ming stood with a smile, stretched out his right hand slightly, and made a gesture of inviting him.

Jiumozhi's face changed slightly.

Because although Fang Ming just stretched out his hand lightly, the robes on both sides were blown away without wind, and the internal force was stirred up, and naturally a guardian circle was formed.

Even the other party's failure to raise his hand or foot gave him a natural feeling of luck and impeccableness!

At this time, even though he was still indoors, Jiumozhi felt that he was as if he had been divided, but the other party was as solemn as a mountain, just like Mount Tai was about to fall down and turn into a disaster that would destroy the world!

"It's another evil method!"

Jiumozhi proclaimed the Buddha's name and shouted loudly, but he knew in his heart that this was really because the other party's martial arts were too terrifying and terrifying, and his spirit was perfect. He had even begun to try to influence the outside world, causing him to have spiritual illusions.

Originally, Buddhism has explained the method of dealing with this foreign devil.

As the Great Wheel of Tantric Buddhism, Jiumozhi naturally understood a lot. He immediately bit his tongue and visualized the Dharma body of the Immortal Vajra King worshipped by Tantric Buddhism.

This kind of method of sacrificing the mind, or the fog of the mind, has always been a small trick for the recipient to be firm in his heart and not be fascinated by external things.

For Jiumozhi, even if the masters who are good at this in the world can do it together, they can only be broken by the breeze and waved their hands.

Even if you visualize the majesty of the Buddha statue and keep your heart still, no evil method can be used.

After all, this is still the real world, and the influence of spiritual power is very small.

Therefore, when those soul-capturing people cast spells, they must add incense to increase their chances of success, and from then on they will completely become the lowest level of the world.

But at this time, the secret method of Jiumozhi Lianyun, the heavy weight in his mind increased and the cold sweat on his forehead could not help but fall, thinking: "Is this person a human or a ghost? This kind of magic power is simply unheard of."

Duan Zhengchun's name as Tiannan Sword Saint resounded throughout the southwest, and Jiumozhi was naturally prepared.

But he was a conceited person and had mastered the magical skills of the flame sword. He thought that even if Duan Zhengchun practiced the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, he should have the strength to fight, not to mention that the other party is the leader of a country and has a noble status, so how could he have the nerve to come out to perform martial arts in person?

Unfortunately, he overestimated Fang Ming's face.

For Fang Ming, as long as it is beneficial to himself, what is the slander of the world?

Therefore, even though he is a great martial arts master and the king of Dali, he is still in a ghostly place and visits the VIP hotel at night without any pressure.

"Why haven't the master done it?"

Fang Ming saw that Jiumozhi was like this, but he laughed again.

In Jiumozhi's view, the pressure on the other party was increasing, as if it was coming like a wave, one wave higher than the other, and the momentum continued to rise, as if there was no end. Even before he could take action, the joints on his body were already crackling.

Even though the mind cannot affect reality, it can affect other people's hearts.

Therefore, Jiumozhi was just a illusion with thousands of mountains pressing against him, but his body was really like a thousand pounds, and his own mind was affected and fed back to his body.

After Fang Ming was promoted to the Grandmaster, he could even make Jiumozhi think in his heart that he was really dead, and his physical body in the real world would also be cut off!

"There are so many illusions in the mind, just like endless, how can this be achieved?"

Jiumozhi's back was bent down layer by layer. In his original plan, he was preparing to use static and wait for Fang Ming to take action first and respond to changes in the same way. Anyway, the other party only said one finger, and he had a good grasp of the next step.

But now, although the other party was still moving, the terrifying illusion of his mind was coming.

Even Duan Zhengchun's internal strength was surging endlessly, without any sign of exhaustion, and it seemed that he had reached the ultimate state of yin and yang of creation and endless life!

Jiumozhi was very worried that if he continued like this, he would probably lose his confidence in taking action!

Therefore, he immediately turned off the attack to defend, punched out with both punches, and two thunderbolts seemed to sound in the quiet room!

This is the best of the Great Vajra boxing technique, among the seventy-two unique skills, the fist wind exploded, like a blow that carried wind and thunder, and the momentum was really intimidating.

After Jiumozhi punched his two fists, he did not hesitate. Five fingers of his right hand bloomed like lotus flowers, turning into domineering fingers such as Dora Leaf fingers, Wuxiangjie, etc., and gently slammed the thumb and index fingers on his left hand, as if he was holding a flower, smiling on his face, and his fingers were extremely gentle. Every time his left hand popped out, it seemed like he wanted to pop off the dewdrops on the flowers on his right hand, but he was afraid that he would shake the petals. His face was always kind and smiling, and he seemed to be very understanding.

There is a saying in Zen Buddhism that the Buddha said the Dharma, and he picked up golden paramita flowers and showed them to all the people. Everyone was silent and silent. Only the Venerable Kashyapa smiled. Shakyamuni said: "I have the eyes of the Dharma, the Dharma of Nirvana, the true form and the subtle Dharma, and do not establish words, and the teachings are different. I have to ask Mahakasyapa."

This is the origin of the Buddha's smile when Kashyapa used the smile with his left hand, so naturally the fingering method of picking flowers!

His right fingers are sharp and domineering, but his left fingers are extremely gentle. Such a combination of hardness and softness, and the skill of combining them together is not something that Shaolin and the top of the team are afraid that it will be difficult to resist.

"The master said that his skills are not bad! Just defeating the enemy, one skill is enough!"

Fang Ming saw the force of the fist and pointed the wind, but he chuckled, raised his right hand and raised his index finger.

Hissing!

With this move of raising his hand alone, his sleeves spread out like a bulging sail, flying forward, colliding with Jiumozhi's fist and finger force.

But I heard the sound of hissing in the void, like a broken blade, bulging out on my sleeves and quickly dissipating.

After the wind calmed down, Jiumozhi saw Fang Ming's big sleeves fluttering, but they were completely unscathed, and he felt even more confused: "He used a pair of sleeves to force me to fight my boxing and fingering, but his sleeves were not damaged at all. It can be seen that he still has spare energy. If he really fought with him, I'm afraid."

At this time, he saw that Fang Ming had just half of his fingers, and he had such power. He had no time to think about it. He rubbed his hands a few times, and a wave of heat immediately generated.

He used his palm as a knife and waved his hand to cut it. The knife energy in the quiet room was radiant, carrying a rolling heat wave.

This flame sword is originally an invisible sword energy and is accompanied by hot internal energy. It is a first-class magical skill, not under the Six-Meridian Divine Sword.

Since he practiced hard, Jiumozhi rarely took action. Because his martial arts are so great that his enemies often kneel down and beg for mercy if they can't stand his three moves and two moves. Naturally, there is no need to use this magical skill. Jiumozhi has always been quite regretful.

But he didn't expect that the enemy was so powerful this time. Jiumozhi was forced to use this magical skill.

"Okay! The flame sword is well-known. How can the master see my yang finger?"

Fang Ming pointed at the air with a point of vain.

When Jiumozhi heard this, he became angry and happy again. What he was angry was that Duan Zhengchun was too arrogant and did not use the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, but only used one Yang finger to deal with him. What he was happy was that the other party was entrusted. No matter how powerful the one Yang finger was, it was just a sophisticated acupoint technique that he could resist.

Hissing!

A sudden sound in the void was heard, and the internal strength of the flame sword cut by Jiumozhi actually melted like snow met the sun.

"not good!"

Jiumozhi retreated violently, and at the same time, his hands continued to slash, urging the internal energy of the flame knife.

Unfortunately, it was useless. In just a moment, he felt a pain in his chest, and a yang-he finger force penetrated into his limbs and bones. His whole body was warm, as if he was exposed to the scorching sun, which made him feel even more shocked.

After the finger force enters the body, it flows rapidly, and even becomes extremely cold in nature, flowing through the meridians like an ice line, allowing Jiumozhi to experience the feeling of the two levels of ice and fire.

"How can the force of Yiyang fingers be so cold and bone-bone?"

While Jiumozhi was hot, cold, and even his eyebrows were charred and frost was hanging on the other side. The whole person seemed to have divided the Yin and Yang. Yin and Yang in his body were in chaos and the five qi were in disorder. He was really full of sorrow. He turned over and fell to the ground, and his mouth was sensational, as if he was suffering tremendous pain.

"People in the world only know that the magic of one yang finger points to acupoints and have the ability to heal, but they do not know that great tonic is also a great poison. How does my first yang finger taste like? Jiumozhi, are you convinced?"

The Yiyang Finger is Duan’s unique skill, and even the Six-Meridian Divine Sword has evolved from it, which is extremely profound.

Even the monks in Tianlong Temple can only achieve the fourth grade. There are only six or seven in the Tianlong Temple, and there are still less than ten fingers.

Even if you give another hundred years, these monks have no hope to achieve the first grade.

But Fang Ming is different!

He is naturally talented, has profound internal skills, and has an extremely outstanding vision. After awakening his true self, he pushed the Yang Finger to the third level in a short time.

More than twenty years have passed, and the first-rate Yiyang Finger is just enough to capture it.

"One Yang finger is the fingering method of Yang He. When you reach the first level, you can produce yin at the Yang pole!"

Fang Ming smiled and said, "Jiumozhi! If you hit my yang finger, the vitality in your body will turn into dead energy, and the two energy in your body will be out of order. You will suffer a hundred times more pain before death."

"The king of the country is extraordinary, but the little monk is convinced!"

Jiumo was intelligent and could stretch, and immediately struggled to kneel down and kowtow.

"Well, you're still aware of the current situation!"

Fang Ming pointed another finger, and Jiumozhi felt that the two breaths in his body were barely calmed down, and finally stood up.

"I just gave you a little relief. If you don't get the help of my internal strength, your great trouble will happen again sooner or later!"

Jiumozhi smiled bitterly after hearing Fang Ming's words.

With a little luck, he felt that there were two powerful finger force flows in his dantian, one cold and one hot, which had a great relationship with his body. He could actually absorb the original internal energy and grow. At this time, he was attracted but not released and was blocked by a finger force.

He immediately knew that what Fang Ming said was not false, so he immediately bowed and said, "The little monk was rude before and offended the king. Please forgive me!"

"This is easy to say!"
Chapter completed!