Chapter 628

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Rao is Zhang Sanfeng, who is very self-contained, and can't help but get a little angry. Although he served Master Jueyuan in Shaolin Temple back then, he was a handyman sweeping the floor and cooking tea. The martial arts of the Wudang School were all created by him later. As a result, the Shaolin Temple kept claiming that he had learned Shaolin martial arts secretly, which made the martial arts of the Wudang School become dusty.

However, Zhang Sanfeng has an easy-going temperament, and at the same time thinks that if Master Jueyuan hadn't passed on his "Nine Yang Zhenjing", all the martial arts since then would be completely unreliable. It is not an exaggeration to say that his martial arts came from Shaolin.

But no matter how generous he was, he couldn't help Shaolin sneering and insulting him again and again. At this moment, when Xuan Cheng pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, he couldn't help but get a little angry, and replied lightly: "Although Shaolin's seventy-two stunts are not well understood, However, martial arts have the same goal in different ways, Pindao has created a set of boxing techniques in recent years, if the master is interested, you and me can discuss it with each other, it should be able to draw parallels and gain something."

Xuan Cheng was stunned for a moment. His original intention was to test how high Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts was, but the other party mentioned everything to the height of the martial art. , but Zhang Sanfeng is after all a semi-immortal figure in the martial arts, and he has no certainty of winning.

However, Xuancheng is not stupid if he can practice the thirteen Shaolin stunts at the same time, he soon had an idea, and said aloud: "Shaolin Wudang can communicate with each other, but Zhang Zhenren is a senior in martial arts, if the juniors go into battle alone, It will damage the reputation of the real person, and it is difficult to achieve the purpose of communication. I think it is better for me, Senior Brother Fang Zheng and Xuzhu to ask the real person for advice..."

Xuan Cheng has always been arrogant and arrogant, but if he were someone else, he would never disdain to join forces with others to fight against the enemy, but Zhang Sanfeng was too famous. Although he thought to himself that with his own martial arts, he would not necessarily lose to the opponent if he fought alone, but because of the reputation of Shaolin, he still planned to be safe.

Fang Zheng pondered slightly, although he felt that it would be disgraceful to fight more and less, but the monks of Shaolin Temple have been curious about how far Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation has reached over the years, but Zhang Sanfeng does not stay in the mountains on weekdays. To deal with it, Shaolin Temple has no chance to investigate. Now this opportunity is a rare opportunity, and Fang Zheng is naturally unwilling to miss it.

As for Xu Zhu, if he could compete with a martial arts myth like Zhang Sanfeng, he was too happy to be happy, so how could he refuse?

Seeing the unanimous tacit understanding of the three monks, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be furious: "What a Shaolin Temple, do you plan to have more people bullying less people? Since it is based on seniority, the two masters are also my seniors, and they will help Zhang Zhenren. There's nothing to say."

In Song Qingshu's opinion, whether it is Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng or Xu Zhu, they are all the top masters in the arena. With his current cultivation level, it is of course no problem to deal with one, but he can only deal with two at the same time. Self-protection, to deal with the three teaming up, the only way to escape. Although Zhang Sanfeng is a man of good fortune, he is already a hundred years old after all, in case there is a mistake in the middle...

Xuan Cheng sneered: "What kind of identity does Zhang Zhenren have in the martial arts, how could he join forces with others to fight against the enemy?"

Song Qingshu wanted to say something, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly: "Thank you little brother for your kindness, but it's not so easy for the three of them to beat the poor road."

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment. Hearing his tone, he didn't seem to put the three of them together in his heart.

Xuan Cheng also felt that he was being despised, so he couldn't help being secretly annoyed, and said in a deep voice, "In this case, the poor monk has offended." After speaking, the monk's robes drummed, and his whole body turned into a red light and struck Zhang Sanfeng.

Fang Zheng and Xu Zhu glanced at each other, but did not follow suit. After all, they were extremely reassured about Xuan Cheng's cultivation, so let him test the other party's details first.

Halfway through Xuan Cheng's palm, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground was also swept up into the sky.

Ren Yingying sighed, then closed her eyes and gently buried her head in Song Qingshu's chest to avoid the wind and sand in the sky. Smelling the faint fragrance on her body, Song Qingshu had a crush on Xuan Cheng for the first time ever: This great monk is a good assist!

Suddenly, Wu Yunzhu's exclamation came from his ear. Song Qingshu looked back and saw that she was staggering and fell backwards. Of course he didn't want to see the other party's delicate and tender face being bruised on the ground. The other hand, Ape Arm Changshu, grabbed Wu Yunzhu's slender waist and pulled her back.

"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu's face turned slightly red, and she rested her head on his arm like a scholar Ren Yingying.

As for Azi, You Tanyi had already appeared in front of her, blocking the wind and sand for her, so Song Qingshu didn't need to worry about it. It's a pity that Azi owes a trace of gratitude, and secretly complains in her heart: Hmph, this dead iron ugly has no eyesight. He originally wanted to lie down in his master's arms, but you made it cheaper for that little boy. Nizi.

Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the thoughts of the girls, but instead focused on the two of them in the field. Although he was extremely reassured by Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuan Cheng was not an ordinary expert.

Seeing Xuan Cheng's terrifying attack, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face, and he didn't mean to dodge at all. 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 it on the opponent's wrist. go.

Perhaps because he was about to attack the opponent, Xuan Cheng's palm strength was leaked, 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 he raised his hand much faster than him.

What surprised everyone was that Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand surprisingly slowly, but he came first, and promptly supported Xuan Cheng's wrist and pushed it to the side, Xuan Cheng felt a soft force coming from his wrist, The whole person was a little unstable, and staggered to the side.

Ren Yingying subconsciously looked up at the man behind her, and thought to herself: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems to be slow and fast, and it is quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Could it be that this man's cultivation has reached the realm of Zhang Sanfeng Is it?

Xuan Cheng was horrified, jumped back in a hurry, opened the distance from the opponent, Zhang Sanfeng didn't chase after him, glanced at the leaves that were shattered by the wind of his palm, and couldn't help but praise: "Hanja Palm, it really deserves to be the highest in the Shaolin Temple. Deep palms."

Xuan Cheng snorted, the first move made him so embarrassed, Zhang Sanfeng's compliment certainly sounded harsh. However, he didn't take the failure of this move too seriously. After all, this move was mostly tempting. He only used 50% of his skills, and most of them were false moves.

Fang Zheng coughed lightly: "This junior has practiced the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm for many years, and I also ask a real person for advice." After speaking, he slapped his palm lightly.

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