The moon is full of the flat lake, the drizzle is slightly misty, and there is no moonlight, only the moonlight is spread throughout the world.

On the water surface, countless tiny ripples swayed the moonlight, and the cold wind slammed on the face with raindrops, bringing a cool and fresh feeling. Chen Ang’s light boat was leisurely looking at the lake’s water light, with a quiet face without waving.

Behind him was Murong Bo, who was in a mess, with a gloomy face and looking at him solemnly.

"If I read it correctly, you just used it, but my Murong family's genic finger?"

Chen Ang gently flicked the raindrops and turned around and said, "Martial arts have reached the level of you and me, and I have long ignored ordinary moves. The fifty-three changes I wrote just now are indeed twelve of them from the ginseng fingers."

Murong Bo sighed and said, "Fu'er has been practicing fingering for twenty years, but it is not as good as you get in March. If I hadn't known it, I would probably think you have been immersed in this fingering for more than fifty years."

Chen Ang looked at him with a smile and said, "With his fingering, even if he practices for another hundred years, he will not be my opponent!"

His voice was not sarcastic tone, just a plain statement, but when he heard Murong Bo's ears, he felt very uncomfortable. His face changed a little, and it was uncertain. After a long time, he sighed: "Yes, your martial arts are getting better and better, and you are no longer much older than Fu'er. Even if he wants to reach your current state, it will take twenty years."

"Twenty years are afraid they are not enough!"

Chen Ang flicked lightly, and the raindrops falling in front of him were the softest thing in the world, but they were played with by him like silver beads. With the force of this bullet, they shot out in vain. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and countless crisscrossing ripples appeared on the surface of dozens of feet of water between Murong Bo and Chen Ang.

The silver thread passed through the water splashes and raindrops that swept through the lake, with a colorless and breathless force, hit Murong Bo's eyebrows directly. The raindrops in the sky also drifted towards Murong Bo with this blow. Among the ten thousand silver threads, Chen Ang's only finger was hidden, bringing deep pressure to Murong Bo.

He shook his sleeves, like an iron wall, with a thick internal force, and directly hit the water in front of him. The water splashed several meters high, like a tide covering the sky and blocking his body.

Tens of millions of silver threads were left on the other side of the waves, only a little silver light broke through the water, shot in, hitting Murong Bo's waving sleeves, splashing violently, and even the boat under Murong Bo pushed straight away several feet away.

"Picking the flower finger!" Murong Bo was shocked. Chen Ang actually used rain strips as a chess piece to hold a wisp of the flower finger force. You know, water is the softest thing in the world, invisible and invisible. Those who can use water to create hidden weapons are unheard of. It is more like a myth.

Before he could put down his sleeves, a round cloth as big as a chess piece floated down his chest, revealing the flesh color on his chest. This time, Murong Bo couldn't even maintain his face and showed a look of horror. It was already incredible that the power of the fingers of the flower could be placed on the raindrops. Chen Ang actually kept the fingers of the flower silently and colorless, and the power was so powerful in the air.

He used his fingers to pass through Murong Bo's cassock and demon-suffering skills, leaving a mark on his chest.

This martial arts can be said to be extremely terrifying.

"Twenty years are indeed not enough."

Murong Boqiang was energetic, his eyes concentrated on his fingers, and he saw the opportunity, and pointed at the silver thread in front of him. A little bit of ice frozen solidified the raindrops, and at a point, the ice edges shot out.

Chen Ang on the other side smiled and bounced three times in front of him. A little weak drop of water shot like an arrow. His strength was extremely strong and powerful. When he hit someone, he might not be inferior to steel and could smash the bones. His raindrops were as sticky as mercury, and they did not condense into ice like Murong Bo.

Murong Bo lost this point alone. Although the ice is strong, Chen Ang used an invisible object to support the strength, which was much better than his fingers to condense ice.

"Your Duroye finger is so domineering!" Murong Bo waved three times in a row before dispersing three water droplets. Chen Ang gently copied it and twisted the ice edges on his fingertips. "The old man's finger strength is unparalleled in the world."

Chen Ang smiled slightly, and with a 'squeak' sound, the ice ridges had disappeared, and even Murong Bo could not see its shadow. Countless raindrops splashed in the sky and under the ground, Murong Bo could hear dense and rustling sounds.

Everything was silent, but only a warning sign in his heart made him extremely alert. Without any basis, Murong Bo pointed in the void and made a sound in the air. Dozens of raindrops exploded, as if two powerful forces suddenly collided together.

The mist filled the air, Murong Bo's ears were sweating and said with a trembling voice: "Wuxiangjie's finger, you actually take the water vapor as the basis and take the finger strength. I admire you! I admire you!"

The first one to admire him was at the exit. Murong Bo was still on the boat. After the second admiration was finished, he had already fallen into the lake. Murong Bo invaded his sleeves under the water, sprinkled a stream of water, and kicked a water ball away at the toes. It was Shaolin's unique skill, like a shadow following his legs, and the palm of Bodhidharma.

But when Chen Ang tried all his strength, the two palms and legs that had been slightly shocked by Chen Ang, they exploded in the air. Chen Ang's five fingers rotated, and the silver wires were either stagnant, heavy, extremely fast, or silent. The martial arts that Murong Bo saw throughout his life were carried by a little raindrop, which made him feel embarrassed.

He could only use the martial arts of Zhisheng one by one. The two of them used the lake as the chessboard and the lake water rain strips as the chess pieces. In the moonlight, they played a shocking game. Murong Bo had long forgotten the competition and used all his strength to deal with this unprecedented powerful enemy, but Chen Ang was just forcing his potential.

The martial arts that Murong Bo has learned for many years are quite subtle. The Shaolin skills and hundreds of martial arts that he has practiced hard for more than 20 years have become the object of Chen Ang’s learning along with his own Murong family’s unique skills.

If Chen Ang was forced to control his martial arts at the beginning, then now, under the polishing and teaching of Murong Bo, these unique skills have an indescribable taste. A little bit of the essence of practicing the bone marrow is revealed from Chen Ang's sprinkling. The various martial arts wisdom in the collection are chewed carefully and more subtle wonders are discovered.

Murong Bo was at the extreme and slapped at the water surface. He forgot any rules and pounced on Chen Ang. His right hand pointed at him. It was the "flower-picking finger" that Chen Ang used just now. The hidden force of this finger was extremely sinister. When Murong Bo sent it, he was more murderous than any Shaolin monk.

He completely abandoned all compassion and staying, and only emphasized power. The dignified Buddhist martial arts increased greatly in Murong Bo's hands, but it had a taste of advancing and not retreating. The killing power was extremely extreme. Even the Shaolin monk who created this martial arts should avoid his sharp edge.

Unfortunately, he was facing Chen Ang.

Only Chen Ang can smile with a smile, his face is always peaceful and free, as if he has a deep understanding in the dark. According to legends in Zen Buddhism, Sakyamuni preached at the Lingshan Conference, picking up golden maria flowers and showing them to the crowd. Everyone was silent, and only Venerable Kashyapa smiled. This is just picking up a flower and finger.

The Buddha picked up the flowers and Kashyapa smiled.

But seeing Chen Ang's fingers appearing very gentle, every time his left hand pops up, it seems like he wants to remove the face beads on the flowers on the right hand, but he is afraid that the petals will fall. Murong Bo did not see the finger force, but felt a pain in his chest, and his body shot out and fell on the lake.

"Flowers bloom to see people, and people see me."

This finger has already been between having form but not having form. It is like an enlightenment, and it is hard to find it. It cannot be seen without sound and color. It has reached the ultimate state of invisibility, formlessness, colorlessness, and all kinds of emptiness. Even the Shaolin Abbot here can only be admired.

Chen Ang pointed and sat upright on the water surface. There was only a lotus leaf, which set off him under his body. With a gentle caress, the silver threads in the sky fell down one after another, gathering the energy that was as solid as the strings. The drizzle was as strings, and the heaven and earth were like pianos, playing softly.

I saw a little silver thread being pulled by Chen Ang's fingers, and a silent sound was haunted in the world. The lake surface was like a huge speaker, vibrating slightly. A soft sound of "Cang!" spread throughout the lake. Even Wang Yuyan, who was far away in Mantuo Villa, raised her head in confusion and said softly: "Who is playing the piano?"

Chen Ang's pupils were blue, and all his thoughts and perceptions were all stuck at this moment. Time stopped, and the falling drizzle, the gentle lake surface, and the graceful moonlight turned into a still picture at this moment, instantly turning into eternity, instantly turning into eternity, instantly turning into eternity, only the faint sound of the piano seemed to come from outside the sky.

The raindrops in the sky were wrapped in a circle, revealing the bright white moonlight. I wonder if it was really illusory? An invisible hand gently brushed billions of silver threads, and a finger of a flower was silent and colorless, invisible and formless, but it could brush the vast thousand.

The sound of the piano is loud and silent. The melody exceeds the limit of people's listening, but under the vibration of the lake, people can hear it. Invisible sound waves penetrate the entire lake, and everything vibrates, including Murong Bo's internal organs, blood vessels, meridians, and even internal forces, tremble as Chen Ang's fingertips jumped and could not be controlled.

In a trance, Murong Bo was unconscious and could only dance randomly under the sound of the piano. Countless tiny and complex qi powers penetrated into his body, controlling, traction, and even changing his internal strength. Murong Bo was like a puppet, easily controlled from his body to his mind.

The "Life and Death Talisman" is just a pediatric technique in the face of such terrible martial arts. It is not terrible to control a person's life and death, but controlling his heart is very terrifying. The Force confusing heart and the ecstasy technique are born from sound, and are better than all spiritual secret techniques, changing Murong Bo's mind.

As his dancing wildly became more and more crazy, the invisible energy was controlled more and more tightly, and the sound of the piano gradually climaxed. Finally, with the sound of the strings breaking, everything was silent and calmed down. The raindrops fell again, and the moonlight gradually became blurred and drowned in the rain, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Chen Ang sighed with his hands:
Chapter completed!