Legend of Meow Immortal

The sun shone through the thick clouds from the other side of the mountain, making Tang Tang standing on the edge of the cliff look a little blurry.

His fists are very restrained, so restrained that it seems that there are shadows overlapping.

The cloud moved with the momentum, surrounding Tangtang's body layer by layer, submerging the cliff, making him look like he was standing in the sky.

Ji Mingzhi was stunned, his whole face was flushed red, he opened his mouth to say something, but he seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, and no sound could come out.

Ji Mingzhi understood this trick, but he didn't seem to understand it.

The move is still the same move, but why is it completely different from what I thought?

Arhat Boxing No. 11 strokes, hold the claws and hide the front!

Tang Tang turned sideways, spun his left toe on the ground, the movement was slow and stretched, and stepped out with his right foot, clearly and silently.

The left hand is clenched into a fist, and the right hand is relaxed across the chest. The toes of the left foot have never changed their positions. A state of defense.

Another indescribable sense of heaviness came from the inoculation, which suddenly weighed on Ji Mingzhi's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, almost out of breath.

Containing the claws and hiding the front, pressing people with force, it seems that the attack has not been attacked, and the power is hidden in the feet.

Tang Tang didn't need to speak at all, his movements, his moves, and his form of expression had perfectly expressed what he wanted to express perfectly.

Ji Mingzhi was stunned on the spot.

Tang Tang had already withdrawn his fist, and as he withdrew his momentum, the surrounding clouds seemed to be shaken by an invisible force, and they scattered with a bang.

Is this Arhat Fist? !So could it be Arhat Fist? ! !

Ji Mingzhi looked at Tang Tang stupidly, his mouth hadn't been closed from the beginning, and his small appearance looked a little silly and cute.

Tang Tang walked past him lightly, reached out and rubbed his head hard, messing up Ji Mingzhi's unshaved hair.

"Master...is this Arhat Fist?" After a while, Ji Mingzhi realized, his face was still flushed, and he asked in a slightly excited tone.

Tang Tang sat down on the stone beside him, shook his hands, his bones cracked like thunder, "Of course this is Arhat Fist." He replied casually.

Ji Mingzhi stared blankly at Tang Tang, as if he had lost his mind, and then ran towards the edge of the cliff as if thinking of something.

I saw that where Tang Tang stepped on just now, there was a natural footprint, and where the toe of the left foot turned, there was a neat round hole.

Ji Mingzhi squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch it, but stopped his hand suddenly when he touched it, and stepped back while screaming hot.

Tang Tang, "..." suddenly felt that this apprentice was a bit stupid, how could he make...

Looking at Tang Tang with bright eyes, Ji Mingzhi smiled ecstatically at Tang Tang.

Tang Tang covered his head, damn it, even more stupid.

"Master, master, why is Arhat Boxing so powerful?" Ji Mingzhi asked joyfully.

Tang Tang reached out and stroked his hair again, "That's how powerful Arhat Fist is."

"If you can practice Shaolin magic in the future, you can give up everything, but you can't give up this Arhat boxing."

Ji Mingzhi frowned and thought for a while, "Why is this? They are all basic martial arts, why is Arhat Boxing so special?"

"Special? It's special. Tell me, can this kind of Arhat Fist help you avenge yourself?" Tang Tang didn't answer directly, but changed the subject instead.

"The Hengshan Bandit is the weakest but also a second-rate master, and the strongest master... is very likely to be a congenital master. I want to practice until I am congenital. I really don't know if Arhat Boxing can take revenge." Ji Mingzhi was silent for a while, That's it.

On the rocky ground, the footprints stepped on by the master, even a first-class master, may not be able to achieve this level.

No trace of power is leaked out, it is uniform/round, and when one kicks down, the rock is like mud. Ji Mingzhi is young and knowledgeable after all. Although he knows that this is extremely difficult, he can't grasp how powerful this kind of power can be regarded as a master.

Innate master?Tang Tang was startled, and suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

Especially after reading so many miscellaneous books, this weird feeling is particularly strong.

The first world Tangtang went to had Moluojiao, Xuemeilou, and Youtianquejiao, but in this world, there were Wangmeilou, Mokeya, and Tianxuediqianjiao... All of these are related to the first world. This world is somewhat similar, but also has many differences. If you have to describe it, it seems to have evolved.

Mokeya is the birthplace of the Demon Cult in this world. The Sun Moon Sect and the Blood River Valley are actually split forces. The three major demon sects have the same origin, and their martial arts are all derived from the Moke Heavenly Book, but they are not the same as each other. Concentric as one body, the relationship is extremely complex.

Wangmei Tower is also an organization of killers——Wang, Mei, Zhi, Ke, from strong to weak, the four levels of killers are notorious in the Jianghu. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence. Nine hands for Samuume.

As for Tianxuedi Quejiao, the name is very similar to Tianquejiao.

Moluo Heavenly Book...Moco Heavenly Book...

Seven Hands of Samuume... Nine Hands of Samuume...

The sky lacks education... The sky lacks education...

If it is said that the world he entered this time has nothing to do with the world he entered last time, Tang Tang really doesn't believe it at all.

If the world was just a pond last time, then the world this time is a big lake. If one is not careful, even Tang Tang will be overturned by the waves.

The division of practice in this world is very strange. Acquired is divided into low-level, third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate, and then there are congenital martial arts masters, earth evil masters, and Tiangang real people.

After reading so many miscellaneous books, Tang Tang only knows so much about the division of force in this world, but he doesn't know if there is any realm above Tiangang, and what realm it is called.

But Tangtang has his own ideas about Disha and Tiangang.

If Tang Tang's guess is correct, the so-called Disha Tiangang is equivalent to the Transformation Realm in Ningbo Huagang!

What is turning gangsters into gangsters, turning evil spirits into gangsters!

But the strange thing is that there is no so-called Ningbo in this world, and there is no subtlety, but it directly jumps over and directly creates a land evil.

Therefore, there is an earth evil catastrophe in the earth evil realm, nine of the ten earth evil masters have to die, and one of them successfully survives the earth evil calamity, and is also half disabled. Without one or two years of recuperation, it will never get better.

This gave Tang Tang the feeling that the martial arts inheritance in this world is not complete, but it has the correct direction and foundation, so after many attempts, he created such a terrible situation.

The Earth Fiend Realm is too special, so it should be more detailed, but it is a pity that there is no record in those miscellaneous books.

But Tangtang thought, it was nothing more than using evil spirits to attract vitality, so as to train strength, body, and consciousness, until all the forces were stretched into a rope, it could be regarded as the perfection of earth evil.

However, this approach of taking a shortcut is a bit of a disadvantage, it is easy to die, and the power obtained may be a few chips, and the future is bleak--the earth evil realm will probably be able to fight against the Huayuan of the main world. There is no doubt that he will lose. Although the evil spirit is a relatively powerful type of vitality, it is very easy to lose control. Therefore, it is conceivable that the situation can be imagined against the subtle state that can micro-manipulate the vitality.

The loss is not in the total amount of power, but in the control of power.

"If it's just innate, then Arhat Fist is enough, even if you can step into the Earth Shade Realm, this punch is still usable." Tang Tang thought for a while, looked at Ji Mingzhi and said softly.

Ji Mingzhi's eyes lit up, his smile became brighter, but then he fell down again, stroked his hair, and sighed.

He didn't even shave his hair, and he wasn't even considered a member of Shaolin. During this period of time, he heard that there were not a few people who were handymen for half a year and were eventually rejected as unqualified.

Even if you officially become a handyman's disciple, the time before you can truly become a master's disciple is still long.

The master's talent is outstanding, and he can become an outer hall disciple in less than twenty years. If he can enter the top ten at the end of the year, he will be sure to enter the inner hall. Unfortunately, even then, the master still has no qualifications to accept apprentices.

If it weren't for that great monk's free and easy mind, who didn't worry about most of the restraints, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stay by the master's side as a handyman.

Even the identity of this handyman monk is not stable, it is still in preparation, and the identity can only be determined after half a year of assessment.

I really want to become a real disciple of the master, but I am afraid that it will be possible only when the master enters the hall and becomes a disciple.

But this is Shaolin. To be a monk requires not only excellent martial arts, but also one or two essentials of Buddhist scriptures. It is not so easy to become a disciple.

"What? You're so bitter again? Why are you so preoccupied at such a young age?"

"Since you recognize me as your master, then I will definitely not ignore you, but you must also remember that you are not only alive for revenge."

"You're only thirteen. At such a young age, it would be too boring to be full of hatred." Tang Tang said with a smile.

Ji Mingzhi was stunned for a moment. Although he was a precocious reader since he was a child, he still didn't quite understand Tang Tang's words.

Tang Tang tapped his forehead with his fingers, "Did you have any friends to play with you when you were young?"

After being stunned for a while, Ji Mingzhi suddenly burst into tears, "Of course." He replied with red eyes.

With his appearance, needless to say, my little friend probably died in that catastrophe of extermination.

"What about now? Do you have any friends after entering Shaolin?" Tang Tang asked again calmly.

Ji Mingzhi thought for a while, and it seemed that among the few boys who came in with him, there were really a few who could talk. Although they didn't communicate much, they were impressive in retrospect.

Most of the children who can be sent to become monks in Shaolin are honest and kind-hearted children. There is really nothing too cunning in character. Even if there are, half a year is enough to see their hearts clearly. Eight out of ten children will be kicked Out of Shaolin.

Although Ji Mingzhi was burdened with a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, he had studied since childhood and understood many principles, but he was not completely dazzled by hatred. On the surface, he seemed a little colder as a child.

He is extremely sensitive to the good and evil intentions released by others.

So when he heard Tang Tang's question, he paused for a while, although he hesitated, wondering if he could be considered friends with those few, he still nodded.