Rao is Zhang Sanfeng's self-cultivation, he can't help being a little angry, although he served Master Jueyuan in Shaolin Temple back then, but he was a handyman sweeping the floor and cooking tea, he was neither shaved nor apprenticed to a teacher, so he can't be called a Shaolin disciple. The martial arts of the Wudang School were all created by him later with great concentration. As a result, Shaolin Temple kept claiming that he had learned Shaolin's martial arts secretly, which made the martial arts of the Wudang School dusty.
But Zhang Sanfeng has an easy-going temperament, and at the same time thought that if Master Jueyuan hadn't taught him the 'Nine Suns Manual', all martial arts since then would be nothing to rely on. It is not an exaggeration to say that my martial arts are from Shaolin.
But no matter how magnanimous he was, he couldn't help Shaolin ridiculed him over and over again. Now that Xuan Cheng pointed at Sang Huai and scolded Huai, he couldn't help but feel a little angry, and replied lightly: "Although poor Taoists don't understand Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, However, martial arts all lead to the same goal, Pindao has created a set of boxing techniques in recent years, if the master is interested, you and I can discuss with each other, and we should be able to learn from each other and gain something."
Xuan Cheng was slightly taken aback, he originally wanted to test how high Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were, but the other party raised everything to the level of martial arts, and he didn't dare to accept it. Although he was conceited, he was known as the number one person in Shaolin for more than two hundred years , but Zhang Sanfeng is after all a half-immortal figure in the martial arts world, and he is not sure of victory. If he loses, wouldn't it be a drag on Shaolin's prestige
However, Xuan Cheng is not stupid to be able to practice the thirteen unique skills of Shaolin at the same time. He soon had an idea and said loudly: "It's good for Shaolin Wudang to communicate with each other, but Zhenren Zhang is a senior of martial arts. If the juniors go to battle alone, It would damage the real person's reputation, and it would be difficult to achieve the purpose of communication, I think it would be better for me, brother Fang Zheng, and Xu Zhu to ask the real person for advice... "
Xuan Cheng has always been proud and arrogant, for other people, he would never bother to join hands with others to fight against the enemy, but Zhang Sanfeng's reputation is too great. Although he thinks that with his own martial arts, he may not lose to the opponent alone, but it is related to Shaolin's reputation, so he still intends to be on the safe side.
Fang Zheng pondered slightly, although he felt that it would be disgraceful to fight more and less, but all these years the monks in Shaolin Temple have been curious about the extent of Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation, but Zhang Sanfeng usually does not go out of the mountains, and what happens in the rivers and lakes is handled by a group of disciples. To deal with it, there is no chance for Shaolin Temple to investigate, and now this opportunity is once in a thousand years, Fang Zheng naturally does not want to miss it.
As for Xu Zhu, he was too happy to be able to compete with such a martial arts legend like Zhang Sanfeng, how could he refuse
Seeing the tacit understanding among the three monks, Song Qingshu couldn't help being furious: "What a Shaolin Temple, do you intend to bully the few with more people? Since it is counted by seniority, the two masters are also my seniors. I will help Master Zhang. There is nothing to say."
In Song Qingshu's view, whether it is Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng or Xu Zhu, they are all the top experts in the arena. With his current cultivation, it is of course no problem to deal with one, but he can only deal with two at the same time. Self-protection, against the combination of the three, the only way is to escape. Although Zhang Sanfeng possesses good fortune and supernatural powers, he is already a hundred years old after all, in case there is a mistake in the middle...
Xuan Cheng sneered, "What is Zhang Zhenren's status in the martial arts world? How could he join hands with others to fight against the enemy?"
What Song Qingshu wanted to say, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly: "Thank you little brother for your kindness, but it is not so easy for the three of them to win against the poor."
Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback. Hearing his tone, he didn't seem to take the three of them into consideration. He couldn't help but be surprised: "It's the boy Meng Lang. Please, Mr. Zhang."
Xuan Cheng also felt that he was underestimated, so he couldn't help being secretly annoyed, and said in a deep voice: "In this case, the poor monk offended." After speaking, the monk's robe drummed up, and his whole body turned into a red light and hit Zhang Sanfeng.
Fang Zheng and Xu Zhu looked at each other, but they didn't follow suit, after all they were very assured of Xuan Cheng's cultivation, so it's better to let him test each other's details first.
Halfway through Xuan Cheng's palm extension, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the arena, and the yellow sand on the ground was blown up all over the sky. Even though they were not the target of the opponent's attack, other people in the arena were forced to retreat step by step by the aftermath of the palm force.
Ren Yingying yelled, then closed her eyes and gently buried her head on Song Qingshu's chest to escape the wind and sand all over the sky. Smelling the faint fragrance of her body, Song Qingshu had a crush on Xuan Cheng for the first time: This great monk is good at assists!
Suddenly Wu Yunzhu's exclamation came from next to his ear, Song Qingshu looked back and saw her staggering and falling backwards, of course he didn't want to see the other party's delicate skin and fleshy face bruised on the ground, leaving her With the other hand, the ape's arm was extended, and it grabbed Wu Yunzhu's slender waist and hugged her back.
"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu blushed slightly, and she rested her head on his arm like a scholar Ren Yingying.
As for AhZi, You TanZhi had appeared in front of her a long time ago, blocking the wind and sand for her, naturally Song QingShu didn't need to worry about it. It's a pity that A'Zi didn't look at it with any gratitude, and secretly complained in her heart: Huh, this dead iron ugly has no eyesight. He originally wanted to lie in his master's arms, but you made it easier for that little boy. girl.
Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the thoughts of the girls, but instead focused on the two in the field. Although he was very assured of Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuan Cheng was not an ordinary master.
Seeing Xuan Cheng's terrifying attack, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. He let the opponent's palm strike, and only when the opponent's palm was about to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to rest on the opponent's wrist. go.
Perhaps because he was about to attack the opponent soon, Xuan Cheng inevitably leaked his palm power, and the wind and sand in the field suddenly became much smaller. Everyone present, even Wu Yunzhu, who doesn't know martial arts, could see Zhang Sanfeng's movements clearly. His movements were so slow, even Wu Yunzhu felt that she raised her hand much faster than him.
But what surprised everyone was that Zhang Sanfeng was surprisingly slow in raising his hand, but he came first, supported Xuan Cheng's wrist in time and pushed it aside, Xuan Cheng suddenly felt a soft force coming from his wrist, The whole person was a little unsteady, and staggered to the side.
Ren Yingying subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the man behind her, thinking to herself: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems slow but fast, and it is quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Could it be that this man's cultivation has reached Zhang Sanfeng's level? Is it
Xuan Cheng was startled, jumped back hastily, opened the distance from the opponent, Zhang Sanfeng didn't pursue, glanced at the leaves that were shattered by his palm wind, and couldn't help but praise: "Prajna Palm, indeed it is worthy of being the tallest palm in Shaolin Temple. Deep palm."
Xuan Cheng snorted, the first move made such a mess, Zhang Sanfeng's praise certainly sounded very harsh. However, he didn't take the failure of this move too seriously. After all, this move was mostly a test, and he only used 50% of his skills, and most of them were false moves.
Fang Zheng coughed lightly: "The younger generation has practiced Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm for many years, and I would like to ask the real person for advice." After speaking, he slapped lightly.