Chapter 628
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Rao is Zhang Sanfeng, who is very well-educated. He can't help feeling a little angry. Although he once served master Jueyuan in Shaolin Temple, he was a servant sweeping the floor to cook tea. He didn't shave and didn't worship his teacher, so he can't be said to be a Shaolin disciple. Wudang's martial arts were all created by him later. As a result, Shaolin Temple always claimed that he had learned Shaolin's martial arts secretly, which made Wudang's martial arts dust.
However, Zhang Sanfeng was easygoing. At the same time, he thought that if master Jueyuan hadn't passed on his "Nine Yang scripture" at the beginning, all his martial arts would have nothing to rely on. It's not too much to say that my martial arts are derived from Shaolin.
However, no matter how generous he was, he could not help but sneer at Shaolin again and again. Now he was criticized by Xuancheng. He was also a little angry. He replied faintly: "although I don't know Shaolin's 72 unique skills, I have the same martial arts. I have created a set of boxing techniques in recent years. If the master wants to, you and I can discuss them with each other, so we can learn from each other, There is something to be gained. "
Xuancheng was slightly stunned. His original intention was to test Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts skills. But he didn't dare to accept the fact that the other side raised everything to the level of the sect. Although he was conceited and claimed to be the first person in Shaolin for more than 200 years, Zhang Sanfeng was a half immortal in the Wulin after all, and he didn't have the certainty to win. If he lost, wouldn't it hurt Shaolin's reputation?
Xuancheng, however, was not stupid because he could master thirteen skills of Shaolin at the same time. He soon had an idea and said, "it's good for Shaolin and Wudang to communicate with each other. It's just that Mr. Zhang is a senior of Wulin. If the younger generation goes to battle alone, it will damage the reputation of Mr. Zhang, and it's hard for him to communicate with him. I think it's better for elder martial brother Fangzheng and you xuzhu to consult with Mr. Zhang..."
Xuancheng has always been arrogant. For others, he would never disdain to join hands with others, but Zhang Sanfeng is too famous. Although he thought to himself that with his own martial arts, he might not lose to the other side alone, but it's about Shaolin's reputation, so he planned to be safe.
Fang Zheng pondered a little. Although he felt that it was disgraceful to fight more and less, the monks of Shaolin Temple have been curious about the extent of Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation all these years. However, Zhang Sanfeng usually doesn't go out of the mountain. A group of disciples deal with everything in the world. Shaolin temple has no chance to investigate. Now this opportunity is rare, so Fang Zheng naturally doesn't want to miss it.
As for Xu Zhu, he is too happy to fight against such a martial arts myth as Zhang Sanfeng. How can he refuse?
Seeing the tacit agreement among the three monks, song Qingshu was furious: "what a Shaolin Temple! Do you plan to bully more people? Since we have to count them according to their generations, those two masters are also my predecessors. I'd like to help Mr. Zhang. They must have nothing to say. "
In Song Qingshu's opinion, Xuancheng, fangzheng and xuzhu are all the top experts in the world. With their current accomplishments, it's no problem to deal with one. If you deal with two at the same time, you can only protect yourself. If you deal with three people working together, you can only escape. Although Zhang Sanfeng is a man of cultivation, he is still a hundred years old. In case of a mistake
Xuancheng sneered, "what's the status of immortal Zhang in the Wulin? How can he join hands with others to fight against the enemy?"
What else does song Qingshu want to say? Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "thank you for your kindness, but it's not so easy for the three of them to surpass me."
Song Qingshu was slightly stunned. Listening to his tone, he didn't seem to put the three people together in his heart. He was greatly surprised: "it's Meng Lang, Mr. Zhang."
Xuancheng also felt that he was despised. He was secretly annoyed and said in a deep voice: "in this case, I have offended you." With that, the whole man turned into a red light and hit Zhang Sanfeng.
Fang Zheng and Xu Zhu look at each other, but they don't follow. After all, they are very confident about Xuancheng's cultivation. Let him try out the details of each other first.
In the middle of Xuancheng's hand, a strong wind suddenly blows in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground is also swept all over the sky. Although it is not the target of the opponent's hand, other people in the field are forced to step back by the afterwave of palm force.
Ren Yingying closes her eyes and buries her head in Song Qingshu's chest to avoid the sandstorm. Smelling her faint fragrance, song Qingshu has a good impression on Xuancheng for the first time: the great monk is a good assistant!
All of a sudden, there was a cry of surprise from Wu Yunzhu. Song Qingshu looked back and saw her staggering back. Of course, he didn't want to see her face bruised on the ground. He released his other hand. His arm was long and comfortable. He took Wu Yunzhu's slender waist and hugged her back.
"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu's face was slightly red, and he put his head on his arm like Ren Yingying.
As for ah Zi, you Tanzhi appeared in front of her early in the morning, blocking the wind and sand all over the sky for her, so you didn't have to worry about song Qingshu. It's a pity that ah Zi is not grateful. She still complains in her heart: hum, this dead iron ugly has no eyesight. People wanted to lie in his master's arms, but you made it cheaper for her.
Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the thoughts of the girls. Instead, he focused on the two of them. Although he was very confident about Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuancheng was not an ordinary expert.
Seeing Xuancheng's terrible attack, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face. He didn't mean to dodge. He let the other person's hand chop. Only when the other person's hand was about to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to the other person's wrist.
Maybe it's about to attack the other side. Xuancheng's palm force is leaking out. It's a lot smaller when he has a stroke. Everyone present, even Wu Yunzhu, who can't do martial arts, can see Zhang Sanfeng's action clearly - his action is too slow, even Wu Yunzhu thinks that his hand raising action is much faster than him.
What surprised a group of people was that Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand very slowly, but he came first. He held Xuancheng's wrist in time and pushed it aside. Xuancheng suddenly felt a soft force coming from his wrist. He was a little unsteady and staggered to one side.
Ren Yingying subconsciously looked up at the man and thought in his heart: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems to be slow but fast, which is quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Has this man's cultivation reached the level of Zhang Sanfeng?
Xuancheng was shocked. He jumped back quickly and opened the distance between him and his opponent. Zhang Sanfeng didn't pursue him either. He looked at the leaves broken by the wind of his palm. He couldn't help praising: "Prajna palm is really the most profound palm technique in Shaolin Temple."
Xuancheng snorted. The first move was so embarrassing. Zhang Sanfeng's praise certainly sounded harsh. However, he didn't pay much attention to the failure of this move. After all, this move is mostly exploratory. He only used 50% of his skill, and most of them are empty moves.
Fang Zheng coughed softly: "I have practiced the thousand hand Tathagata palm for many years. Please give me some advice." Then he clapped his hand lightly.
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Rao is Zhang Sanfeng, who is very well-educated. He can't help feeling a little angry. Although he once served master Jueyuan in Shaolin Temple, he was a servant sweeping the floor to cook tea. He didn't shave and didn't worship his teacher, so he can't be said to be a Shaolin disciple. Wudang's martial arts were all created by him later. As a result, Shaolin Temple always claimed that he had learned Shaolin's martial arts secretly, which made Wudang's martial arts dust.
However, Zhang Sanfeng was easygoing. At the same time, he thought that if master Jueyuan hadn't passed on his "Nine Yang scripture" at the beginning, all his martial arts would have nothing to rely on. It's not too much to say that my martial arts are derived from Shaolin.
However, no matter how generous he was, he could not help but sneer at Shaolin again and again. Now he was criticized by Xuancheng. He was also a little angry. He replied faintly: "although I don't know Shaolin's 72 unique skills, I have the same martial arts. I have created a set of boxing techniques in recent years. If the master wants to, you and I can discuss them with each other, so we can learn from each other, There is something to be gained. "
Xuancheng was slightly stunned. His original intention was to test Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts skills. But he didn't dare to accept the fact that the other side raised everything to the level of the sect. Although he was conceited and claimed to be the first person in Shaolin for more than 200 years, Zhang Sanfeng was a half immortal in the Wulin after all, and he didn't have the certainty to win. If he lost, wouldn't it hurt Shaolin's reputation?
Xuancheng, however, was not stupid because he could master thirteen skills of Shaolin at the same time. He soon had an idea and said, "it's good for Shaolin and Wudang to communicate with each other. It's just that Mr. Zhang is a senior of Wulin. If the younger generation goes to battle alone, it will damage the reputation of Mr. Zhang, and it's hard for him to communicate with him. I think it's better for elder martial brother Fangzheng and you xuzhu to consult with Mr. Zhang..."
Xuancheng has always been arrogant. For others, he would never disdain to join hands with others, but Zhang Sanfeng is too famous. Although he thought to himself that with his own martial arts, he might not lose to the other side alone, but it's about Shaolin's reputation, so he planned to be safe.
Fang Zheng pondered a little. Although he felt that it was disgraceful to fight more and less, the monks of Shaolin Temple have been curious about the extent of Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation all these years. However, Zhang Sanfeng usually doesn't go out of the mountain. A group of disciples deal with everything in the world. Shaolin temple has no chance to investigate. Now this opportunity is rare, so Fang Zheng naturally doesn't want to miss it.
As for Xu Zhu, he is too happy to fight against such a martial arts myth as Zhang Sanfeng. How can he refuse?
Seeing the tacit agreement among the three monks, song Qingshu was furious: "what a Shaolin Temple! Do you plan to bully more people? Since we have to count them according to their generations, those two masters are also my predecessors. I'd like to help Mr. Zhang. They must have nothing to say. "
In Song Qingshu's opinion, Xuancheng, fangzheng and xuzhu are all the top experts in the world. With their current accomplishments, it's no problem to deal with one. If you deal with two at the same time, you can only protect yourself. If you deal with three people working together, you can only escape. Although Zhang Sanfeng is a man of cultivation, he is still a hundred years old. In case of a mistake
Xuancheng sneered, "what's the status of immortal Zhang in the Wulin? How can he join hands with others to fight against the enemy?"
What else does song Qingshu want to say? Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "thank you for your kindness, but it's not so easy for the three of them to surpass me."
Song Qingshu was slightly stunned. Listening to his tone, he didn't seem to put the three people together in his heart. He was greatly surprised: "it's Meng Lang, Mr. Zhang."
Xuancheng also felt that he was despised. He was secretly annoyed and said in a deep voice: "in this case, I have offended you." With that, the whole man turned into a red light and hit Zhang Sanfeng.
Fang Zheng and Xu Zhu look at each other, but they don't follow. After all, they are very confident about Xuancheng's cultivation. Let him try out the details of each other first.
In the middle of Xuancheng's hand, a strong wind suddenly blows in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground is also swept all over the sky. Although it is not the target of the opponent's hand, other people in the field are forced to step back by the afterwave of palm force.
Ren Yingying closes her eyes and buries her head in Song Qingshu's chest to avoid the sandstorm. Smelling her faint fragrance, song Qingshu has a good impression on Xuancheng for the first time: the great monk is a good assistant!
All of a sudden, there was a cry of surprise from Wu Yunzhu. Song Qingshu looked back and saw her staggering back. Of course, he didn't want to see her face bruised on the ground. He released his other hand. His arm was long and comfortable. He took Wu Yunzhu's slender waist and hugged her back.
"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu's face was slightly red, and he put his head on his arm like Ren Yingying.
As for ah Zi, you Tanzhi appeared in front of her early in the morning, blocking the wind and sand all over the sky for her, so you didn't have to worry about song Qingshu. It's a pity that ah Zi is not grateful. She still complains in her heart: hum, this dead iron ugly has no eyesight. People wanted to lie in his master's arms, but you made it cheaper for her.
Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the thoughts of the girls. Instead, he focused on the two of them. Although he was very confident about Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuancheng was not an ordinary expert.
Seeing Xuancheng's terrible attack, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face. He didn't mean to dodge. He let the other person's hand chop. Only when the other person's hand was about to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to the other person's wrist.
Maybe it's about to attack the other side. Xuancheng's palm force is leaking out. It's a lot smaller when he has a stroke. Everyone present, even Wu Yunzhu, who can't do martial arts, can see Zhang Sanfeng's action clearly - his action is too slow, even Wu Yunzhu thinks that his hand raising action is much faster than him.
What surprised a group of people was that Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand very slowly, but he came first. He held Xuancheng's wrist in time and pushed it aside. Xuancheng suddenly felt a soft force coming from his wrist. He was a little unsteady and staggered to one side.
Ren Yingying subconsciously looked up at the man and thought in his heart: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems to be slow but fast, which is quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Has this man's cultivation reached the level of Zhang Sanfeng?
Xuancheng was shocked. He jumped back quickly and opened the distance between him and his opponent. Zhang Sanfeng didn't pursue him either. He looked at the leaves broken by the wind of his palm. He couldn't help praising: "Prajna palm is really the most profound palm technique in Shaolin Temple."
Xuancheng snorted. The first move was so embarrassing. Zhang Sanfeng's praise certainly sounded harsh. However, he didn't pay much attention to the failure of this move. After all, this move is mostly exploratory. He only used 50% of his skill, and most of them are empty moves.
Fang Zheng coughed softly: "I have practiced the thousand hand Tathagata palm for many years. Please give me some advice." Then he clapped his hand lightly.
Rao is Zhang Sanfeng, who is very well-educated. He can't help feeling a little angry. Although he once served master Jueyuan in Shaolin Temple, he was a servant sweeping the floor to cook tea. He didn't shave and didn't worship his teacher, so he can't be said to be a Shaolin disciple. Wudang's martial arts were all created by him later. As a result, Shaolin Temple always claimed that he had learned Shaolin's martial arts secretly, which made Wudang's martial arts dust.However, Zhang Sanfeng was easygoing. At the same time, he thought that if master Jueyuan hadn't passed on his "Nine Yang scripture" at the beginning, all his martial arts would have nothing to rely on. It's not too much to say that my martial arts are derived from Shaolin.However, no matter how generous he was, he could not help but sneer at Shaolin again and again. Now he was criticized by Xuancheng. He was also a little angry. He replied faintly: "although I don't know Shaolin's 72 unique skills, I have the same martial arts. I have created a set of boxing techniques in recent years. If the master wants to, you and I can discuss them with each other, so we can learn from each other, There is something to be gained. "Xuancheng was slightly stunned. His original intention was to test Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts skills. But he didn't dare to accept the fact that the other side raised everything to the level of the sect. Although he was conceited and claimed to be the first person in Shaolin for more than 200 years, Zhang Sanfeng was a half immortal in the Wulin after all, and he didn't have the certainty to win. If he lost, wouldn't it hurt Shaolin's reputation?Xuancheng, however, was not stupid because he could master thirteen skills of Shaolin at the same time. He soon had an idea and said, "it's good for Shaolin and Wudang to communicate with each other. It's just that Mr. Zhang is a senior of Wulin. If the younger generation goes to battle alone, it will damage the reputation of Mr. Zhang, and it's hard for him to communicate with him. I think it's better for elder martial brother Fangzheng and you xuzhu to consult with Mr. Zhang..."Xuancheng has always been arrogant. For others, he would never disdain to join hands with others, but Zhang Sanfeng is too famous. Although he thought to himself that with his own martial arts, he might not lose to the other side alone, but it's about Shaolin's reputation, so he planned to be safe.Fang Zheng pondered a little. Although he felt that it was disgraceful to fight more and less, the monks of Shaolin Temple have been curious about the extent of Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation all these years. However, Zhang Sanfeng usually doesn't go out of the mountain. A group of disciples deal with everything in the world. Shaolin temple has no chance to investigate. Now this opportunity is rare, so Fang Zheng naturally doesn't want to miss it.As for Xu Zhu, he is too happy to fight against such a martial arts myth as Zhang Sanfeng. How can he refuse?Seeing the tacit agreement among the three monks, song Qingshu was furious: "what a Shaolin Temple! Do you plan to bully more people? Since we have to count them according to their generations, those two masters are also my predecessors. I'd like to help Mr. Zhang. They must have nothing to say. "In Song Qingshu's opinion, Xuancheng, fangzheng and xuzhu are all the top experts in the world. With their current accomplishments, it's no problem to deal with one. If you deal with two at the same time, you can only protect yourself. If you deal with three people working together, you can only escape. Although Zhang Sanfeng is a man of cultivation, he is still a hundred years old. In case of a mistakeXuancheng sneered, "what's the status of immortal Zhang in the Wulin? How can he join hands with others to fight against the enemy?"What else does song Qingshu want to say? Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "thank you for your kindness, but it's not so easy for the three of them to surpass me."Song Qingshu was slightly stunned. Listening to his tone, he didn't seem to put the three people together in his heart. He was greatly surprised: "it's Meng Lang, Mr. Zhang."Xuancheng also felt that he was despised. He was secretly annoyed and said in a deep voice: "in this case, I have offended you." With that, the whole man turned into a red light and hit Zhang Sanfeng.Fang Zheng and Xu Zhu look at each other, but they don't follow. After all, they are very confident about Xuancheng's cultivation. Let him try out the details of each other first.In the middle of Xuancheng's hand, a strong wind suddenly blows in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground is also swept all over the sky. Although it is not the target of the opponent's hand, other people in the field are forced to step back by the afterwave of palm force.Ren Yingying closes her eyes and buries her head in Song Qingshu's chest to avoid the sandstorm. Smelling her faint fragrance, song Qingshu has a good impression on Xuancheng for the first time: the great monk is a good assistant!All of a sudden, there was a cry of surprise from Wu Yunzhu. Song Qingshu looked back and saw her staggering back. Of course, he didn't want to see her face bruised on the ground. He released his other hand. His arm was long and comfortable. He took Wu Yunzhu's slender waist and hugged her back."Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu's face was slightly red, and he put his head on his arm like Ren Yingying.As for ah Zi, you Tanzhi appeared in front of her early in the morning, blocking the wind and sand all over the sky for her, so you didn't have to worry about song Qingshu. It's a pity that ah Zi is not grateful. She still complains in her heart: hum, this dead iron ugly has no eyesight. People wanted to lie in his master's arms, but you made it cheaper for her.Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the thoughts of the girls. Instead, he focused on the two of them. Although he was very confident about Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuancheng was not an ordinary expert.Seeing Xuancheng's terrible attack, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face. He didn't mean to dodge. He let the other person's hand chop. Only when the other person's hand was about to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to the other person's wrist.Maybe it's about to attack the other side. Xuancheng's palm force is leaking out. It's a lot smaller when he has a stroke. Everyone present, even Wu Yunzhu, who can't do martial arts, can see Zhang Sanfeng's action clearly - his action is too slow, even Wu Yunzhu thinks that his hand raising action is much faster than him.What surprised a group of people was that Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand very slowly, but he came first. He held Xuancheng's wrist in time and pushed it aside. Xuancheng suddenly felt a soft force coming from his wrist. He was a little unsteady and staggered to one side.Ren Yingying subconsciously looked up at the man and thought in his heart: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems to be slow but fast, which is quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Has this man's cultivation reached the level of Zhang Sanfeng?Xuancheng was shocked. He jumped back quickly and opened the distance between him and his opponent. Zhang Sanfeng didn't pursue him either. He looked at the leaves broken by the wind of his palm. He couldn't help praising: "Prajna palm is really the most profound palm technique in Shaolin Temple."Xuancheng snorted. The first move was so embarrassing. Zhang Sanfeng's praise certainly sounded harsh. However, he didn't pay much attention to the failure of this move. After all, this move is mostly exploratory. He only used 50% of his skill, and most of them are empty moves.Fang Zheng coughed softly: "I have practiced the thousand hand Tathagata palm for many years. Please give me some advice." Then he clapped his hand lightly.
