Chapter 155: Type 7 Buddha Fist

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Under this grasp, Liu Feng felt that Wu Yu's palm seemed to be immensely huge. It was obvious that his hand was still that hand, but Liu Feng was extremely small, as if he could grasp it in his palm.
Even, Liu Feng felt an irresistible suction.
"Similar to that move."
Facing this grasp, Liu Feng continued to retreat, and his right hand and sword heart point to the palm of Yao Wuxin.
Humph!
what!
Chen Xin aside, after seeing Liu Feng's move, disdainful Leng hummed, "I can't help it!"
But the pharmacist Buddha was surprised and said, "You will be born dead, little guy, how dare you dare to do such a trick!"
During the talk, the left hand grabbed by the pharmacist Buddha suddenly snapped together, trying to grasp Liu Feng's sword fingers.
But Liu Feng suddenly closed his hand, and his figure jumped back nearly ten meters away again. "Haha! I think this is the trick, right?"
"Impossible! Master, have you released water to him?" Chen Xin was a little unacceptable at this time. She could accept Liu Fengqiang better than her, because she could not accept it, but she could not accept it.
Facing his master, Chen Xin couldn't take one move, but Liu Feng actually took two moves.
"Xiao Xin, Liu Feng's performance, did it stimulate your self-esteem?" Yao Shifo turned his head and asked.
"I……"
After waiting for Chen Xin to speak, Liu Feng rushed and said, "Poor and sad self-esteem, you can't recognize your shortcomings, and your level in this life will not improve much."
"Shut up!" Chen Xin glared at Liu Feng, and flames were almost coming out of his big eyes.
"Xiao Xin, Liu Feng is right."
The pharmacist Buddha frowned and said, "You haven't seen it until now. How did Liu Feng break it? I did it on July 27, isn't it? You are really hard at martial arts. Compared with Liu Feng, my understanding is a little bit different."
"Cover the door!"
Liu Feng followed with a smile and explained, "The hood door of your master just now is in the palm of your hand, don't you think?"
To say that Liu Feng is explaining, it is better to say that he is showing off. The phrase "don't you think?" Almost vomited Chen Xin's blood.
However, after being angry, Chen Xin was completely silent, and seemed to have fallen into a thoughtful state.
"Third move!"
Immediately afterwards, Liu Feng and Yao Shifo spoke at the same time, and their eyes met together, and they said three words in unison.
Liu Feng meant to take the third move, and the pharmacist Buddha meant that he would start the move.
"March 7!" The Medicine Buddha stepped forward abruptly, pressing his hands down to form a tiger-bushing style, and exposing himself with a frowning expression of Vajra.
At this moment, Liu Feng felt like a pharmacist Buddha around him. In fact, he was clearly in front of him.
"Nima, is this also letting air out?" Facing this move, Liu Feng was really a little confused.
Facing the first move, Liu Feng relied on a fierce character and added his strong fighting consciousness to break it. In the second move, Liu Feng used his strong observation to find the door of the opponent's move.
But facing this third move, Liu Feng felt the impeccable of his opponent.
Did you just lose?
Liu Feng watched the pharmacist Buddha posing in the form of a tiger, stepping into him step by step, Feng Brother was really anxious this time.
"Feng Brother, I never admit defeat!" At this moment, Liu Feng's heart gave birth to a bit of ruthlessness, and a scimitar-like machete suddenly appeared on his right hand.
Facing the pharmacist Buddha, Liu Feng strode forward under pressure and slashed across the pharmacist Buddha.
puff!
When the knife was cut half an inch in front of the pharmacist Buddha, it seemed to encounter a huge resistance, and then the machete, with its super sharpness, even cut off this resistance. At the same time, Liu Feng felt that his pressure was suddenly relieved, and the illusion that he had opponents in front and back also disappeared.
"you lose."
But at this moment, the voice of the pharmacist Buddha suddenly sounded in front of him, and he put forward his hands in a tiger-like style and suddenly looked forward.
When Liu Feng noticed that the pharmacist Buddha actually shot, his opponent's hands had caught his shoulders.
To be sure, as long as the pharmacist Buddha is willing, if his hands suddenly increase strength, using his skill to instantly crush Liu Feng's shoulders will not be a problem.
However, Feng's fighting consciousness is really too strong.
Just judging by the sense of touch on the shoulders, when the hands of the pharmacist Buddha were grasped by him, Liu Feng's knees suddenly sank down, and his shoulders trembled around his waist. Go on.
And Liu Feng's sunk legs, followed by a strong kick, made his body shoot backwards.
Huh!
When the distance between the two was widened again, Liu Feng's upper body had only a white stretch vest, which made his highly streamlined breast and biceps muscles perfectly displayed.
And the pharmacist Buddha, at this time, carrying a sportswear with the words "HKUST Football Team" on his hands, looked at Liu Feng with a smirk. Escaped inside. "
Liu Feng said with a smile: "Senior pharmacist Buddha gave in. If you speed up just now, I'm afraid I can't escape."
"If I go all out at full speed, then it's not fair." Yakushi Buddha raised his hands and said with a smile: "Your performance shocked me. Well, you took my three moves, I Keep my promise, I apologize to you, I ... "
"You don't need to apologize."
Liu Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Teach me seven strokes of martial arts quickly. Similarly, I promise you that if Chen Xin isn't bothering me, I won't care about her in the future."
"it is good."
The pharmacist Buddha said: "I will teach you the seven strokes of martial arts, called the Seven Types of Demons, which belong to the seven strokes of the ancestors of the Dharma ancestors. When the martial arts are divided between the inner and outer families, The seven types are the inner boxing in the inner house, which not only cultivates internal skills but also the spirit. "
Oh!
Liu Feng heard his eyes shine, he knew that Huaxia Wugong had to practice his mental strength at a high level, but now Liu Feng can't reach that level.
Moreover, Master Liu Feng said when he taught him martial arts that if he learned his kung fu well, it would be enough for him to reach the peak. However, if you want to reach the peak smoothly, you must have a wealth of talents. There is no shortcut in martial arts.
So when he heard that the pharmacist Buddha wanted to teach him such a great effort, he was happier than the hungry wolf saw the meat.
Yakushi Buddha continued: "These seven styles are: one-seven punches, two-seven palms, thirty-seven intentions, four-seven legs, five-seven rigid, six-seven light, and seven-seven punch stoves. , I only teach you for an hour, you come with me. "
After saying this, the pharmacist Buddha turned and walked up the mountain road.
Liu Feng followed the mountain immediately, Chen Xin, who had been silent, hesitated, but couldn't help but step up.
"Xiao Xin, it's getting late, find somewhere to rest."
But the pharmacist Buddha was obviously reluctant to let his disciple follow. His pace was speeding up and he threw out a sentence without looking back, directly leaving Chen Xin's footsteps in place.
"Abominable Liu Feng, let my master teach you kung fu, but don't let me see, you bastard, I'm with you."
When the figures of Yaoshi Buddha and Liu Feng completely disappeared from Chen Xin's sight, this beautiful girl who had a particularly harsh hand struck her little foot, and then turned around and left.
An hour later, Wu Yu, a pharmacist, appeared again where the three men were.
"I didn't expect this kid to be a martial arts wizard. You accepted a good apprentice. According to the previous agreement, I passed on the Seven Types of Buddha Fist. Three things that I owe you are also one of them. "The Pharmacist Buddha stood in place, looked up at the stars, and muttered to himself.
At this time, Liu Feng, standing in a wood on the mountainside, was exhilaratingly practicing the seven-type Buddha fist. His body was sometimes agile, sometimes stable, sometimes erratic, and matched with a very special breathing vomit. The technique of Nasal makes his breath more dense and deep, and even ordinary people can't feel that he is breathing ...
"One seven!"
I don't know how long he practiced, Liu Feng suddenly stepped forward, and seemed to throw a punch casually.
boom!
However, after such an ordinary punch, after hitting a thick tree with a washbasin, Liu Feng's fist actually slammed into the tree body more than five inches.
"The fierce Buddha fist is indeed the self-defense technique created by Zen ancestor Dharma. On the body, it is far worse than the power of the pharmacist Buddha. It seems that it is difficult to reach the height of the pharmacist Buddha without practicing the seven types. There is no shortcut. Practice! "
As a result, Liu Feng seems to have entered a state of ecstasy, practicing his mind with all his heart.
Three hours later, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.
Sitting in her room, Yang Shiwen seemed a little restless. Xiaomin was also in Miss Yang's room at this time. She seemed calm, but she often looked at the clock on the wall.
"Abominable, where did Liu Feng go? He couldn't get through to his phone!" Yang Shiwen fell down the pillow. Although he was complaining about Liu Feng, he was fully worried.
"Don't worry, the boss will be fine, you have to believe him ..." Xiaomin was persuading Yang Shiwen, but she seemed to have no confidence herself.
About three days in the morning, a small old man with a thin body and yellow eyes walked out of Nanjing Airport.
In an airport with a lot of people, the old man seemed too ordinary in the crowd, and people would not look at him more.
But the old man's footsteps were extremely brisk. After walking out of the security exit, it seemed as if he only took a few steps and disappeared without a trace.
At around 4:30 am, the skinny old man appeared near Wutaishan Stadium.
"The Universiade football game has already begun. It seems like the time for the opening of the Universiade tomorrow?" The old man walked slowly around the stadium, just like an ordinary old man who practiced in the morning, but he looked ruefully to himself "Liu Feng, killed me two poisonous kings, and also took away my beautiful female apprentice, haha! To make me unhappy, I will kill you at the opening ceremony of the Universiade."