Rao is Zhang Sanfeng has cultivated people, and he can't help but be a little moved, although he served Master Jueyuan in Shaolin Temple back then, but it was a miscellaneous servant who swept the floor and cooked tea, neither shaved nor apprenticed, and could not be said to be a Shaolin disciple. The martial arts of the Wudang faction were all created by him later, and as a result, the Shaolin Temple has always claimed that he secretly learned the martial arts of Shaolin, which made the martial arts of the Wudang faction dusty.

However, Zhang Sanfeng had an easy-going temperament, and at the same time thought that if it wasn't for Master Jueyuan to pass on his 'Jiuyang True Scripture', all his martial arts would have nothing to rely on since then. It is not an exaggeration to say that his martial arts came from Shaolin.

But no matter how generous he is, he can't help Shaolin ridiculed again and again, at this time he was scolded by Xuancheng Sang Huai, and couldn't help but be a little angry, and replied lightly: "Although Shaolin 72 stunts poor Dao don't understand, but martial arts are the same way, poor Dao has created a set of boxing methods in recent years, if the master is interested, you and I can discuss with each other, and we should be able to touch the bypass and gain something." ”

Xuan Cheng was slightly stunned, he originally wanted to test how high Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were, but the other party mentioned a qiē to the height of the sect, he didn't dare to accept it, although he was conceited, known as the first person in Shaolin for more than two hundred years, but Zhang Sanfeng was a half-immortal figure in the martial arts after all, and he was not sure of winning, in case he lost, wouldn't it affect the prestige of Shaolin?

However, Xuan Cheng can also cultivate the thirteen stunts of Shaolin, and he is by no means stupid, so he soon had an idea, and said loudly: "Shaolin Wudang can communicate with each other, but Zhang Zhenren is a martial arts senior, if the junior goes into battle alone, it will inevitably damage the reputation of the real person, and it is difficult to serve the purpose of communication, I think it is better for me and Senior Brother Fang Zheng to ask the real person for advice together with Xuzhu......

Xuan Cheng has always been arrogant, and if he were someone else, he would never disdain to join forces with others to fight the enemy, but Zhang Sanfeng was too famous. Although he thinks that with his martial arts, he may not lose to the other party alone, but when it comes to Shaolin's reputation, he still intends to take it safe.

Fang Zheng groaned slightly, although he felt that it was a little disgraceful to fight more and less, but over the years, the monks of Shaolin Temple have been curious about Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation to what extent, but Zhang Sanfeng does not go out of the mountain on weekdays, and what things on the rivers and lakes are also dealt with by a disciple, Shaolin Temple has no chance to investigate, and now this opportunity is once in a lifetime, Fang Zheng is naturally unwilling to miss it.

As for Xuzhu, if he can compete with a martial arts myth like Zhang Sanfeng, he can't be happy, how can he refuse?

Seeing the tacit understanding of the three monks in unison, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be furious: "What a Shaolin Temple, do you plan to bully more people and fewer people?" Since it is to be counted according to generation, the two masters are also my predecessors, and they are helping Zhang Zhenren, so the two of them must have nothing to say." ”

In Song Qingshu's opinion, whether it is Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng, or Xuzhu, they are the top masters in the rivers and lakes, with their current cultivation, of course, it is no problem to deal with one, but if they deal with two at the same time, they can only protect themselves, and if they join forces with three people, there is only one way to escape. Although Zhang Sanfeng has cultivated as a cultivator, he is already 100 years old after all, in case there is a mistake in the middle......

Xuan Cheng sneered: "What is Zhang Zhenren's identity in the martial arts, how can he join forces with others to fight the enemy?"

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

Song Qingshu was slightly stunned, listening to his tone, he didn't seem to put the three of them in his heart, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It's the kid Meng Lang, Zhang Zhenren, please." ”

Xuan Cheng also felt despised and couldn't help but be secretly annoyed, and said in a deep voice: "In this case, the poor monk has been offended. After speaking, the monk's robe drummed, and the whole person turned into a red light and hit Zhang Sanfeng.

Fang Zheng and Xuzhu glanced at each other, and did not follow the move, after all, they were extremely relieved of Xuan Cheng's cultivation, so let him test the details of the other party first.

Halfway through Xuan Cheng's palm, a strong wind suddenly blew in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground was also swept up in the sky, although it was not the target of the opponent's shot, the other people in the field were forced to retreat step by step by the aftermath of the palm power.

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

Suddenly there was an exclamation of Wuyunzhu in his ears, Song Qingshu looked back, only to see her whole person staggering backwards, of course he didn't want to see the other party's thin skin and tender face bruised on the ground, freed his other hand, the ape arm was long, grabbed Wuyunzhu's slender waist, and hugged her back.

"Thank you, big brother. Wuyunzhu's face was slightly red, and Ren Yingying also pillowed his head on his arm.

As for Ah Zi, You Tanyi had already appeared in front of her, blocking the wind and sand in the sky for her, so naturally she didn't have to worry about Song Qingshu. It's a pity that Ah Zi didn't look at it with a trace of gratitude, and secretly complained in his heart: Hmph, this dead iron ugly has no eyesight, people originally wanted to lie in the master's arms, but you made it, but it cheapened that little girl.

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

Seeing Xuan Cheng's terrifying attack, Zhang Sanfeng smiled on his face, and did not have the slightest intention of dodging, allowing the other party to split with a palm, only waiting for the other party's palm to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to support the other party's wrist.

Maybe he was about to attack the other party, Xuan Cheng inevitably leaked his palm power, and the wind and sand in the field suddenly became much smaller. Everyone present, even Wuyunzhu, who didn't know martial arts, could see Zhang Sanfeng's movements clearly, his movements were too slow, and even Wuyunzhu felt that his movements were much faster than him.

What can surprise a cadre is that Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand obviously slowly, but he came first, and promptly held Xuan Cheng's wrist and pushed it to the side, Xuan Cheng suddenly felt a soft force on his wrist, and the whole person was a little unstable on his feet, and he staggered to the side.

Ren Yingying subconsciously looked up at the man behind her, and secretly thought in her heart: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems to be slow and fast, which 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?

Xuan Cheng was shocked, hurriedly jumped back, and opened the distance between him and the other party, Zhang Sanfeng did not pursue, glanced at the leaves around him that were shattered by his palm wind, and couldn't help but praise: "If you are in the palm, it is indeed worthy of being the deepest palm in the Shaolin Temple." ”

Xuan Cheng snorted, the first move was so wolfy, Zhang Sanfeng's words of praise certainly sounded harsh. However, he didn't pay much attention to the failure of this move, after all, this trick was mostly tempting, and he only used fifty percent of his skills, and most of them were false moves.

Fang Zheng coughed lightly: "The younger generation has been cultivating a thousand hands for many years, and I also ask a real person for advice." After speaking, he slapped his palm lightly.

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