Zhou Yi tightened the reins and took a closer look, only to see a man in ordinary Turkic soldier's cloth armor staring at him fiercely. He was extremely burly, unarmed, without any weapon. A faint golden light shone through his somewhat sturdy palms, and he was obviously a top master of external martial arts.
"Who are you?" Zhou Yi asked, holding up the sword.
"Luo Zhong of the Western Regions Vajra Sect greets the Thousand Cups Hero!" The man bowed to Zhou Yi with a solemn expression, as if ready to die. "The five of us brothers have received great favors from Master Wu Zun, and we have no way to repay him. Today, we wanted to hide in the formation and assassinate the Thousand Cups Hero, but since we failed, we can only make a fool of ourselves in front of the Thousand Cups Hero!"
Just as he finished speaking, several sturdy and strong men slowly walked out of the army and confronted him with serious expressions.
Under the leadership of Luo Zhong and the other five men, some of the arrogant Turkic soldiers, unwilling to be overwhelmed by the Mongolian momentum, insisted on standing still and reorganizing their formation, stubbornly fighting against Zhou Yi and the others.
Zhou looked at Luo Zhong deeply, nodded, turned over and dismounted, saying: "Okay! I'll give you a chance for a fair duel!"
"You can't get drunk after drinking a thousand cups?" Jamukha behind him immediately became impatient and said, "We should fight quickly and decisively, and not give the Turks a chance..."
Before Zhamuhe finished speaking, Zhou Yi waved his hand lightly, and his inner strength surged. His clear voice spread across the battlefield: "Luo Zhong, right? I'll give you a chance. If you can beat me, I'll turn around and leave immediately!"
Na Luo Zhong took a deep breath, took a step forward, clasped his fists and said: "A thousand cups, please, young man!" He kicked with his left foot, and with a crackling sound, the ground was shattered and cracked three feet high. Tiny cracks spread out, and sand and stones flew everywhere, with a fierce sound!
However, Zhou Yi remained calm. Having crossed over from the Altai Mountains, most of the soldiers' physical strength had reached the limit. Now their bravery and murderous spirit were all held up by their confidence. In this battle, he must establish his prestige and completely crush the Turks' confidence in resistance!
Zhou Yi immediately stepped forward and said loudly: "One is too few, you can all come together!"
When the people around heard Zhou Yi's words, they were suddenly shocked.
The five brothers of the Western Region Vajra Sect, including Luo Zhong, were also shocked and angry. However, this was a battlefield fight, which was different from a martial arts competition. Bravery and fighting were useless. Since Zhou Yi had to fight five people alone, it was a rare opportunity to win by relying on numbers. They immediately waved their hands and said, "Let's go together!"
The five men looked at each other. Luo Zhong planned to test Zhou Yi's kung fu first. A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree, and he is famous for his ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. However, since their sect was isolated in the northwest, they had never had the opportunity to travel the world. Now facing Zhou Yi, a top star in the world, they also wanted to compete with him!
Luo Zhong held his breath and focused his eyes on Zhou Yi's face. His internal energy was turning secretly, and the bones all over his body made crackling sounds, and there were continuous slight explosions. Everyone looked at each other in surprise, knowing that this was the most authentic Buddhist martial arts, from the outside to the inside, without any evil spirit, it was the Vajra Subduing Demons magical power.
The Western Regions Vajra Sect was founded by Huogong Toudao, who was originally a fireman in Shaolin Temple. He could not stand the beatings from the monks in charge of the kitchen, so he secretly learned martial arts. Twenty years later, he finally mastered it. During the annual Damo Hall Grand Prix of Shaolin Temple, he killed the Shaolin Damo Hall's head monk Kuzhi and others and fled down the mountain. He founded the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions, and Shaolin was severely damaged and did not recover for decades.
Although this school of martial arts does not have the support of authentic Shaolin internal skills, with the extraordinary wisdom of Huogong Toudao, and based on Shaolin external kung fu, this school of martial arts has its own style of martial arts developed from the inside out and should not be underestimated!
At this moment, Luo Zhong took a step forward and punched Zhou Yi in the chest. This move was so fast that it was difficult to react. Who knew that when the punch was halfway through, the left hand fist rushed up even faster, hitting Zhou Yi's face first. The move was so strange that it was rare.
Unfortunately, no matter how unexpected this move was, it could not escape Zhou Yi's extraordinary perception of Jiuxiao's spiritual sense. Zhou Yi was not in a hurry. Seeing Luo Zhong's left fist hit him, he immediately used the move of Zhenwu Yuanqi Fist, with his right foot solid and his left foot empty. With one hand, he circled back and his left palm instantly condensed a ball of light white gas, drawing a beautiful circle, lightly holding Luo Zhong's left wrist, and gently pulling it, Luo Zhong's whole body was pulled straight out, flying two or three feet away.
He fell to the ground with a plop.
Seeing this scene, several fellow disciples behind Luo Zhong exclaimed in surprise, and then shouted loudly: "Aura! It's aura!"
Seeing this, Luo Zhong's fellow disciples looked at each other, knowing that the opponent in front of them was incredibly strong. Their boss Luo Zhong flew away after a confrontation. The four of them didn't dare to underestimate the enemy anymore and rushed forward immediately.
Luo Zhong, who was flying backwards on the ground, quickly got up from the ground, his face flushed red, revealing a look of shame and anger. He had long heard that the swordsmanship of "A Thousand Cups without Getting Drunk" was the best in the world, but who knew that today he had no weapons, and in just one fight, he was thrown several feet away by the other party. He was really embarrassed.
Just now Zhou Yi gave Luo Zhong this push, and the thousands of pounds of strength in his powerful Vajra Fist seemed to be punched into the vast ocean, leaving no trace, no sound, but his body was carried away by his own fist force. This Wudang force-releasing skill is unparalleled in the world. He must use the slow to beat the fast, and must not be entangled by him!
Filled with rage, Luo Zhong got up and rushed forward, attacking with quick punches. His arms swayed, as if dozens of arms and dozens of fists were striking out at the same time.
Zhou Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a calm expression, and under the circulation of Zhenwu Yuanqi Fist, his hands carried a powerful aura with a diameter of about one foot. He used Single Whip, Hand Raising Style, White Crane Spreads Wings, Knee-hugging Step... Each move was as graceful as flowing clouds and water, extremely elegant.
These people from Ren Jingang Sect tried their best to attack forward, but they couldn't even get within ten feet of Zhou Yi.
The aura of Zhenwu Yuanqi Fist depends on Zhou Yi's Jiuxiao Zhenjing cultivation. After being improved by the Sun-Changing Method, it has far exceeded the understanding of Luo Zhong and others. If the opponent's moves are seven or eight feet away from him, his aura will lead his offensive to the side. Then it will slowly accumulate into Zhou Yi's own Zhenwu Yuanqi!
After a moment, the three men felt that all the upper parts were covered by his palms. They had no way to dodge or resist. They had to continue to attack, hoping that both sides would be hit by his palms and both would suffer losses.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi suddenly swung his hands around, as if embracing the sun and the moon. An extremely powerful force formed a vortex, and with a slight pull, the four people of Luo Zhong suddenly spun seven or eight times on the spot, like spinning tops and spinning spindles. They finally used the power of "thousand-pound weight" to stabilize their bodies, but their faces were all red and they looked extremely embarrassed. (To be continued)