Boom, boom, boom, a series of dull thuds echoed through the dry and cold air.

  Meng Qi knew he had a huge gap with Zhen Miao, and he had already mentally prepared himself for defeat. But when they actually started fighting, he realized the gap was even bigger than he thought, even when he suppressed his strength to the level of a small success in internal energy cultivation, and even when he only used the Arhat Fist.

  Knowing Meng Qis "Iron Shirt" was initially formed, the fist method was strict and fierce, every move did not leave Meng Qis temple, eyes and other gates of defense. Facing Meng Qis deliberately exposed flaws, he was not at all impatient, completely not giving him the opportunity to exchange small injuries for big ones, even if it was an absolute good chance, as long as he didnt face the gate of defense, he left at least half his strength on defense.

  Although Meng Qi had gone through continuous actual combat and had a good grasp of the Luo Han Fist, when facing a truly skilled opponent, facing the quick and accurate changes in moves, he still felt that his heart was faster than his eyes, or his eyes were faster than his hands. If not for relying on his Iron Cloth Shirt to withstand several punches, he would have lost early on, those "puffing" sounds were the sounds of him being hit by Zhen Miao.

  Although none of them hit a vital spot, Meng Qi still felt a dull ache from the continuous blows.

  Of course, such a battle also made Meng Qi gain a lot, and the changes in the moves of Luohan Quan became a kind of physical instinct.

  He couldnt help but feel secretly grateful to Jiang Zhiwei for her guidance. If it werent for her, he would have had to exchange for the "Iron Shirt" horizontal training skill, and without actual combat experience, he wouldnt know how many times he would have to fail in sparring before mastering a fist technique. Now, with Iron Shirt as his backing, one sparring session was equivalent to experiencing many failures, allowing him to slowly calm down and turn the fist technique into instinct.

  The wonderful double fists create wind, the law is strict and meticulous, step by step forcing Meng Qi to a desperate situation, not even giving him a chance to cling to his iron shirt for life!

  "No way, I have to think of a solution, or else Ill be overwhelmed...". Meng Qi relied on his iron shirt and since it wasnt a life-or-death battle, he didnt panic, instead trying hard to find an opportunity to counterattack.

  Suddenly, he found that in Zhen Miaos round of attack, there was a clear gap on the left side, allowing him to temporarily get rid of the frontal attack and catch his breath.

  This time, Meng Qis heart and feet were in sync, he made a false move, and flashed to the left side.

  As soon as he moved, a foot wrapped in white bandages came out of nowhere and kicked directly at Meng Qis abdomen.

  Damn it! Meng Qi cursed under his breath, quickly dodging to the side to avoid the kick. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly appeared beside his ear, and a fist stopped right next to his temple, the force of the punch making his head ache.

  "Alright." He skillfully withdrew his right fist, clasped his hands together, and a hint of a smile floated onto his face, as if he was eager to wash away yesterdays humiliation.

  Meng Qi reviewed his gains and losses while summarizing what he had learned, and at the same time expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance."

  No matter what kind of psychology Zhen Miao comes from, such a confrontation is indeed extremely helpful to oneself.

  Suddenly, he had an epiphany and thought of the flaw that Zhen Miao had intentionally revealed earlier. If he used one of the steps from the Divine Movement Eight Steps, he could completely avoid his opponents kick and instead make him reveal his true weakness.

  As soon as this thought arose, Meng Qi blurted out: "True Master Brother, please continue to instruct me tomorrow." Ah, Im still not proficient in the Divine Steps of Eight Trigrams, only thinking of it now!

  What? The monks seemed to have misheard and looked at Meng Qi in unison. Did he dare challenge Zhen Miao again?

  "If you cant handle my ten moves tomorrow, then dont mention it again." Zhen Miao was stunned for a moment, and slowly nodded.

  On the way to the dining hall.

  "Hmm, have you become addicted to being beaten up?" Zhen Yong looked at Meng Qi as if he was a stranger, sizing him up from head to toe.

  Zhen Hui looked at Zhen Yong in confusion: "Brother Zhen Yong, isnt that how great heroes are supposed to be? Never speaking of defeat!"

  Zhen Yong gave Meng Qi a strange look, "What kind of weird story have you told our little Shidi again?"

  Meng Qi knew his actions were too strange and didnt hide it: "Zhen Yong Shixiong, I just thought of a surefire move that can be used at that time, so I blurted it out."

  "That ultimate move isnt familiar to you? Only thought of it after practicing..." Zhen Yong heard the hidden meaning in Meng Qis words.

  Meng Qi nodded and said thoughtfully: "Wait a minute, Ill go to the Martial Arts Hall to find someone to practice with."

  After dinner, Meng Qi sat in meditation and cultivated the "Shaolin Heart Method" for a while before eagerly entering the Martial Arts Hall.

  He glanced around and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, because he saw Zhen Liang practicing with a monk, his expression ferocious, his moves fierce, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and frustration from yesterday.

  Meng Qi slowed down his pace, walking around in a circle. The martial monk was no match for him and was suppressed by the aura of Zhen Liangs true energy. He was quickly hit with one punch after another, becoming dizzy and swollen-faced.

  "Haha." Zhen Liangmu sent the monk tumbling out the door, and let out a joyful laugh. But just then, he felt a great force strike him from behind, and his whole body lost its balance, knocking over another monk in front of him.

  "Wow, youre getting more and more arrogant, brother! You actually dare to use your back to bump into me? Come on, lets practice!"

  That hateful and detestable voice! His body stiffened, he slowly turned around, wanting to put on a strong front, but his mouth involuntarily said: "Senior brother, I have found an opponent."

  "Is that so? I saw him just leave, alright, Ill give you a stick of incense time to catch your breath." Meng Qi said with a smile, his current appearance was delicate and charming, smiling made him look even more handsome, but in Zhen Liangs eyes, he looked like an evil spirit.

  He looked around and found that except for a few monks who were familiar with him, everyone else was standing far away. He also had some sense of justice, not wanting to drag his friends down, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Senior brother, lets begin now!"

  Seeing Zhen Liangs early death and rebirth appearance, Meng Qi smiled slightly, his face turned solemn, and he shouted loudly as he launched a preemptive attack.

  After burning one stick of incense.

  "Big brother, I give up! Cant I just give up?" Zhen Liang fell to the ground like a dead dog, unwilling to get back up.

  Meng Qi touched his faintly visible stubble and nodded with a smile: "Alright."

  At least one of the eight steps of the divine movement, he himself is truly proficient, as long as he never uses martial arts outside of Luohan Quan, he can give him a "surprise"!

  When Meng Qi heard this sentence, Zhen Liang was like a great amnesty, and he quickly got up and escaped to the door.

  He ran a few steps and suddenly stopped, pretending to be calm, saying: "My brother is a Vinaya monk from the Vinaya Institute."

  "Huh, found the parents?" Meng Qi said with a hint of a smile.

  His somewhat eccentric reply was completely beyond Zhen Liangs expectations, and for a moment he was stunned, unsure of how to respond.

  Meng Qi has the pressure of life and death in the cycle world, and rich resources, for the monk who keeps the precepts, its not a big deal, hehe smiled: "Brother True Yong, I act righteously and do things straightforwardly, if I violate the precepts, I will accept punishment voluntarily, Brother, you havent left yet, want to continue practicing?"

  As soon as he heard the truth, he was so scared that he rolled and crawled away. He had been "in charge" of the martial arts hall for over a year, but he had never seen anyone who wasnt afraid of the Buddhist monks rules!

  "Really, Zhen Yong? Younger brother, are you ill?" asked Zhen Yong beside him with a bewildered expression, why did he call himself Zhen Yong?

  Meng Qi glanced at him: "Just kidding, our figures and looks are quite different, no one will mistake us."

  Alas, humor is no fun without an audience.

  …………

  The next day, Meng Qi eagerly stood up after finishing his practice and bowed, saying: "Please instruct me, senior brother."

  Zhen De and the other martial monks had been waiting for this to happen from the start, but when it actually happened, they still found it unbelievable. Had Zhen Dings brain really been bitten by a dog? He was actually daring to challenge Zhen Miao Shixiong consecutively!

  Could it be that because he didnt know the true extent of Zhen Miao Shixiongs abilities, he won by luck and now thinks he can rival him?

  How ignorant of the heavens and the earth!

  Yesterday was the real manifestation of the gap!

  Zhen Miao grasped Zhangs face, nodded slightly, and readied her stance, waiting for Meng Qi to make a move.

  This times sparring was similar to yesterday, although Meng Qi had a deeper grasp of the Luo Han Fist, but the gap with Zhen Miao was still very large, and he could only take a few less punches. Gradually, he fell into the same situation as yesterday, being slowly pushed to the brink by Zhen Miaos calm and composed manner.

  "I knew it, where did he get that confidence to challenge Brother Zhenyao!" This situation made Zhen De very happy.

  "Yes, its simply too outrageous." Another martial monk chimed in, with an unconscious rejection of their out-of-line companion, "Wait and see, True Marvelous Master will surely win again like yesterday!"

  "Victory is certain, but Brother Zhen De is habitually cautious and will definitely not use the same move as yesterday again." Zhen De said with confidence.

  Meng Qi didnt wait for Zhen Miao to sell the flaw, but instead found the moment when his left shoulder slightly sank, and suddenly used his shoulder to harden his fist, strongly attacking Zhen Miaos right side.

  Zhen Miao Liu had spare energy, his moves hadnt gotten old, taking advantage of the momentum he made a mistake, dodging Meng Qis fierce pounce, and came with a double peak piercing ear, directly attacking the temple.

  Suddenly, he was dazzled and lost sight of Meng Qi!

  It wasnt that Meng Qi was too fast, but rather that his bodys twists and turns had chosen a direction and position that completely exceeded true expectations, being extremely strange and causing his attention to be unable to keep up, resulting in the illusion of Meng Qi disappearing.

  Damn it! Just as he had a clever idea, Meng Qi had already turned around with a sliding step and was now back to back with him.

  At the same time, Meng Qis right hand iron elbow struck down heavily on his back.

  Pffft! Meng Qis elbow struck Zhen Miaos back, but it felt ineffective, as if the force had been dissipated. He turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of Zhen Miaos monk robes puffing out, having shed most of his own strength.

  This cant be done in the Qi Accumulation stage! Meng Qis heart skipped a beat, and he withdrew his hand with a smile: "I concede, Brother Shifu is indeed formidable."

  Zhen Miaos face turned iron green with rage at losing again:

  "Well fight again tomorrow."

  It seems like theres an unwillingness to lose in treating Meng Qi as a true opponent.

  The two of them had just exchanged blows, and the outcome was already decided. The monks, including Zhen De, were still in a daze, unable to react. For a moment, they all stared blankly at Zhen Miao and Meng Qi, feeling as if everything was like a dream, unreal.

  After a while, their gaze at Meng Qi changed into solemn attention and vigilance.

  No matter what means are used, if one can defeat Zhen Miao Shixiong for the second time, then Zhen Ding must have something extraordinary about him!

  "Awesome! I simply cant believe youve only just learned Luohan Fist." After finishing their martial arts practice, Zhen Yong rushed up to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui, looking at him with a newly respectful expression.

  Meng Qiyan was slightly pleased with himself and said with a hint of arrogance: "I, your junior brother, have some innate talent for martial arts."

  This cant be said to be the cycle of rebirth, right?

  "Are we still going to the Tai Wu Hall later?" Zhen Yong asked.

  Meng Qi nodded vigorously: "Of course, I also need to prepare for tomorrows sparring match with Zhen Miao Shixiong."

  After dinner, after practicing internal skills, Meng Qi entered the Martial Arts Hall with a very regular pace.

  He had just stepped in when he saw Zhen Liangs expression tense up, and he pulled over the monk next to him to start practicing. His movements were light and gentle, as if he wanted to hit the sky and earth old.

  Other martial monks who were close to Zhen Liang also started looking for sparring partners, not giving Meng Qi a chance to "provoke" them.

  "I feel like Im a villain whos bullying others..." Meng Qi said after a moment of silence, heh heh, this feeling isnt bad!

  Zhen Yong was quite cooperative this time, and smiled: "The evil monk is really determined!"

  A month later, Meng Qi spent his days in a series of challenges and counter-challenges with Zhen Miao, losing more often than winning. At night, he would practice in the Grand Martial Hall. By the middle of the month, he felt that the monks here were no longer a challenge, so he entered the Grand Martial Hall, where he was beaten until his face was covered in dust, but he didnt mind, because his internal strength, fist and footwork, and knife skills had made unusually rapid progress!

  "This evening you will be on night watch at the back mountain pass." At noon that day, Xuan Chi came over to announce a task.

  The abbot saw the crowds confusion and explained, "The back mountain is suppressing the demons and monsters that Shaolin has subdued over the years. Someone needs to be on guard at all times. Dont worry, there are masters from the Dharmma Hall and Bodhi Hall inside, you just need to patrol the outer perimeter and do some basic surveillance."

  Monsters and demons? Meng Qi took a light breath.