Ma Yunyong yelled and provoked on the court, which made the Confucian disciples very angry.
Zhu Shaoling couldn't help sneering, and sarcastically said: "Lvlin's background? Humph, your faction really does not stick to one pattern and recruit talents!"
Ye Qingxuan laughed, and said: "Don't ask where the hero came from. As long as you have the courage to slay demons and demons, and the determination to punish evil and promote good, you are a good disciple of my Kunwu Sect."
Chunyu Mao couldn't help but sneered a few times, and applauded: "Okay, well said. From this point of view, my Confucian Academy only accepts the children of innocent people. Is it wrong?"
"I don't mean that." Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly.
"Whether it's right or wrong, it's better to see the real chapter in the martial arts arena." Chunyu Mao said nonchalantly, pointed to the stage, and said, "Look, my disciples from the Confucian Academy are here."
Ma Yunyong was roaring to the surroundings on the stage, when he heard the sound of his clothes ripping through the air behind him, when he turned his head, an unusually handsome scholar jumped up to the dojo, stood five feet away, bowed his hands to him, and said: "This Senior brother, Shixin is coming downstairs, here..."
"Young mother-in-law, I'm not your senior brother, I'm only eighteen, how old are you?" Ma Yunyong raised his chin and asked.
ah!
This guy is eighteen years old!
Looking at Ma Yunyong with a big beard and a strong and majestic figure, he might be twenty-seven or twenty-seven if he is not thirty. Who would believe that he is only eighteen years old
The audience froze for a moment, and then roared with laughter.
Chunyu Mao laughed and laughed, and said sarcastically: "This kid is still eighteen years old? How funny. I don't think he is from the green forest, but rather from the lower class of cross talk talkers?"
Hahaha…
On the teaching platform, there was a burst of laughter.
But the seat next to Ye Qingxuan was silent, and Hou Ting snorted coldly: "There is no such thing as a modest gentleman here, it's just a bunch of hooligans."
Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "A gentleman, you can bully him, but a hooligan, you have to beat him until his teeth are all over the floor!"
While talking here, the two people in the venue have already greeted and started.
Lou Shixin had a three-foot long sword in his hand, while Ma Yunyong was good at punching and kicking. As soon as the two of them made a move, they fought hard.
Lou Shixin stabbed out with a sword, but Ma Yunyong threw out a punch without even thinking about it.
The sword pierced the chest, but the fist was aimed at the opponent's face.
Ma Yunyong's disregard for Jianfeng surprised everyone present. You must know that holding a long sword is more than three feet longer than a simple arm. chest.
But Ma Yunyong not only didn't dodge, but even used his fist with all his strength. When he was more than three feet away from Lou Shixin's face, there was already a crackling sound in the air, and the powerful fist force oppressed the space. Lou Shixin felt strong pressure from Tiangang Qi.
Lou Shixin was shocked, knowing that the strength of the opponent's fist was different, he twisted his body to avoid the wind of the fist, but the sword move remained the same, and it still reached Ma Yunyong's chest in advance.
Ding!
The sword edge pierced Ma Yunyong's chest, and there was a sound of gold and iron colliding. When the blade was bent, it couldn't penetrate half a point.
In an instant, Ma Yunyong laughed and swung his fist fiercely. Lou Shixin was so frightened that he rolled on the spot. The powerful wind of the fist lifted a large area of matting in the dojo, and the whole ground shook violently. Within a radius of one foot, the ground sank more than an inch, showing a huge fist mark.
Ma Yunyong's [Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu] has reached the ninth level of strength, possessing the maddening power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants. Even if he does not use the Gang Qi, he can crush the space with only speed and strength, and then form his own unique Qi fist.
With just this blow, there was an uproar at the scene.
Zhu Shaoling and the others almost jumped up. How could an eighteen-year-old youth, even if he started practicing kung fu from the womb, be able to develop such supernatural powers.
The power of this punch is so powerful just based on the air pressure, it may be nearly one hundred thousand catties, not to mention the innate qi, how can flesh and blood be able to resist it with this strength.
Zhu Shaoling's eyelids twitched, he turned to the direction of the Kunwu Sect, and taunted him in a cold voice: "Fellow Taoists, the Kunwu Sect is really kind, such a powerful disciple has been hiding in the mountains and has never made a name for himself in the Jianghu. The goal of the Kunwu faction is not only the top ten martial arts sects, right?"
There is something in Zhu Shaoling's words, saying that the Kunwu faction hides so many powerful disciples, and they must not let them show their faces in the arena. It must be ambitious and intends to dominate the martial arts world.
As everyone knows, almost all the disciples of the Kunwu Sect are super-high level, but the disciples in their own sect follow the rules and are a little behind.
It's just that Zhu Shaoling doesn't know about these factors, nor does he want to know.
Faced with doubts, Feng Qingyan and Ye Qingxuan just laughed without saying a word, nor did they explain, but He Qingzhu said indifferently: "There are many fallacies in the world, how can Supervisor Zhu not be immune?"
"Oh, how do you say that?" Zhu Shaoling asked back.
He Qingzhu said indifferently: "It's useless to talk too much, let's see what my Kunwu faction does."
Zhu Shaoling was still waiting for an argument, but at this time there were exclamations from all around again.
It turned out that Lou Shixin attacked Ma Yunyong several times in a row but failed to cause any damage to Ma Yunyong. In the end, he was almost swept away by his fist wind and was seriously injured on the spot. Several streams of sword energy cut Ma Yunyong's Taoist robe, and with a clang, a half-inch thick steel plate fell from his chest.
"Shameless, you actually took advantage of opportunities." Lou Shixin was so angry that he cursed, his face flushed.
The surrounding Confucian disciples were also in an uproar, and they all scolded the Kunwu faction for being shameless. Under a fair contest, they actually concealed the armor and stuffed such a large steel plate in front of their chest. No wonder Lou Shixin returned without success several times. Without it , I am afraid that Confucianism has already won.
On the rostrum, Feng Qingyan rolled his eyes in anger, but Ye Qingxuan looked innocent.
Chunyumao on the opposite side was already furious, and roared angrily: "Fellow Taoists of the Kunwu sect, you only invited a few of you to participate in my Dao Discussion Day meeting out of a special purpose to ask for advice. Why did such a scene happen on the stage? Are you hiding something?" Armor, could it be that I can't afford to lose, or did I deliberately trample on the dignity of my Confucian Academy?"
Cheng Xi, who looked old and dazed, also sighed, "Well, after all, it's a young man who is eager to win and resorted to a little trick. It's not an unforgivable sin."
"Master Wenge!" Chunyu Mao said angrily, "The other party has hidden armor, this competition is already unfair, shouldn't he be punished?"
Cheng Xi smiled, looked at Ye Qingxuan and the others, "What do you guys say?"
Ye Qingxuan also smiled, and shouted at Ma Yunyong on the stage: "Hey, what do you say when people ask you?"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ma Yunyong was not ashamed, he smirked, and shouted: "Little uncle, I don't have any hidden armor..."
Chunyu Mao was furious, pointed to the steel plate on the ground and said, "The evidence is overwhelming, how dare you argue?"