"Jiang Zhenwu, don't think that this is Zhonghai, with your master's support for you, we can't help you!"

Yan Cheng also stepped out, stared at Jiang Zhenwu, and shouted in an extremely low voice, with some anger: "You are so perverse, you will definitely be a big devil in the future!"

Yandu also had a halo in his eyes, and said provocatively: "Jiang Zhenwu, we can't represent the general trend of the world, can you be alone?"

Jiang Zhenwu's eyes swept over the two Shaolin monks, and he could feel from these words and tone that these two monks were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and immediately said lightly: "Why can't I represent the general trend of the world? The reason why you think you represent the general trend is because you think that the more people you have, the stronger you are, and in essence, the big fist represents the truth. ”

The disciples of the major sects present unabashedly revealed this code of conduct that they were all doing, and they were all a little embarrassed.

After all, they can talk about all kinds of righteousness and feel good about themselves, but they can't hide the real fact that the big fist is the truth.

If they weren't for the large number of people, if they didn't think they were stronger than Jiang Zhenwu, would they dare to come to Jiang Zhenwu and ask for a so-called statement?

Naturally, they don't dare.

Shi Jingheng, Wang Zhiyang, and Zhang Qianhu all looked a little embarrassed, as if they deliberately relied on the strength of the crowd to bully Jiang Zhenwu.

Each of them is the pride of the sky, the pillars of the thousand-year-old sect of the modern inheritor, each of them has been a leader since childhood, and their hearts are extremely arrogant.

Why rely on more people?

Shi Jingheng's face turned cold at first, and he said lightly: "What President Jiang said makes sense, fists are the truth, so does President Jiang want to reason with us with his fists?"

Wang Zhiyang, Zhang Qianhu, Yandu and others all focused their eyes on Jiang Zhenwu's body, and sat back to see any answer from Jiang Zhenwu.

Jiang Nan and Chen Jia, who were standing behind Jiang Zhenwu, were also a little nervous, after all, the outstanding disciples of the several major sects opposite, each of them looked very not simple, and each of them looked like a big man, full of confidence and strong breath, and he was a strong man at first glance.

Can Jiang Zhenwu face so many people alone?

Jiang Nan reached out and touched Jiang Zhenwu's sleeve on Jiang Zhenwu's side, feeling nervous.

Jiang Zhenwu patted Jiang Nan's hand, and then stepped forward again, only three steps away from Shi Jingheng and the others, and said in an extremely high tone: "It should be so, don't you want me to let Huixian and Huitong go? Don't you want me not to interfere in your snatching of the Kyushu Ding? That's very simple, defeat me, then I have nothing to say, naturally do what you say." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Zhenwu's voice gradually cooled, staring at Shi Jingheng and said, "But if you are not my opponent, then my fist is big, and when the time comes, what do you think?"

Chen Jia looked at Jiang Zhenwu's figure, and the spirit that seemed to be not afraid of people in the world made her fascinated, and her eyes were a little confused for a while.

And Shi Jingheng was silent, he didn't dare to agree to this, because Jiang Zhenwu was talking about everyone in their six major sects, not him alone.

"I agree with the way you reason!"

Shi Jingheng agreed on behalf of the individual, stared at Jiang Zhenwu with an extremely confident face and said: "I heard my master say in Kunlun Mountain, the True Yang Dao Elder is a strange person once in a thousand years, you are the disciple of the True Yang Dao Chief, I hope you don't let me down!"

Jiang Zhenwu smiled and said: "The legend of Kunlun has been inherited from the ancient Yanhuang era, I hope you will not disappoint me, I have always had respect for the ancient martial arts." ”

Then, he looked at Wang Zhiyang, Zhang Qianhu, and Yandu, and said solemnly: "What about your opinions?"

Yandu's eyes also kept staring at Jiang Zhenwu, and he hugged his fists and said, "Shaolin Yandu!"

Wang Zhiyang's face was also slightly condensed, knowing that he must not retreat at this time, he immediately clenched his fists and said to Jiang Zhenwu: "Quan Zhen, Wang Zhiyang, please advise!"

Zhang Qianhu also immediately hugged his fist at Jiang Zhenwu and said: "Longhu Mountain, Zhang Qianhu, please advise!"

Jiang Zhenwu's eyes glanced at Shi Jingheng, Yandu, Wang Zhiyang, and Zhang Qianhu, and then looked at the others, and said, "What about the rest of you?

Xue Yuhua smiled and said: "Brother Zhenwu, you just treat me as a passer-by playing soy sauce, I just watch the excitement!"

Yang Yu also looked at Jiang Zhenwu with a pair of bright eyes, lightly tapped his snow-white and small chin, and said crisply: "We are just watching the excitement, we can see you here to discuss martial arts, this time we finally have a lot of gains when we go down the mountain." ”

Jiang Zhenwu nodded slightly to Yang Yu and Xue Yuhua, and then said aloud to Shi Jingheng and the others: "Okay, everyone will watch the play." I have long heard that the major thousand-year-old sects are the pillars of my Shenzhou Huaxia land, and today, I will ask you for advice, who will come first!"

Jiang Zhenwu's breath changed, the true qi in his body was running one after another, the qi and blood were tumbling, and a strange phenomenon of alternating hot and cold naturally formed around his body, which made several young masters around him have surprised expressions.

This kind of performance of controlling yin and yang is not something that can be done at will.

At least, none of the young masters of the major sects they were present could do this.

There was silence for a moment, and suddenly no one dared to strike first.

After all, Jiang Zhenwu's defeat of the two masters of Wudang and the capture of Wutai Mountain Huitong Huixian are all real achievements, which is enough to show that his strength is definitely not weak.

However, none of them saw the scene of Jiang Zhenwu's shot with their own eyes, so they didn't know Jiang Zhenwu's reality, although they were confident, they didn't dare to say that they were 100% sure, once they went up and lost people, they not only lost their own people, but also lost the people of the sect.

So, they all hesitated.

"Poof!"

Seeing this, Yang Yu, a Sichuan girl, couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

This laughter made Shi Jingheng, Wang Zhiyang, Zhang Qianhu, and Yandu all look extremely ugly.

Immediately, Yandu stepped forward, folded his hands, stared at Jiang Zhenwu and said, "Since everyone is hesitating, then the poor monk will first come to ask President Jiang for advice, President Jiang, please!"

Jiang Zhenwu looked at Yandu with his bare hands, his breath was strong, and he said in a condescending attitude: "Master Yandu, it's not that I look down on you and Shaolin martial arts. It's that I believe in my strength, I'll just stand here and don't move, I don't make a move, let you make a move, Master Yandu, if you let me move one step under my feet within three moves, even if I lose!"

Moment!

The surroundings became extremely silent, and both eyes looked at Jiang Zhenwu in shock.

Only Li Xiaogang and a few people from the martial arts association behaved relatively calmly, because they had seen the competition between Jiang Zhenwu and Huixian Huitong yesterday, and the two monks fought a full hundred moves, but they were not injured.

The strength of horizontal kung fu is beyond the imagination of Li Xiaogang and others.

However, Shi Jingheng, Wang Zhiyang, Zhang Qianhu, Yandu, Yancheng, Wen Li, Xue Yuhua, Yang Yu and others have never seen that scene, they only know that Jiang Zhenwu captured Huixian and Huitong, and they don't know the specific battle, they just know that Jiang Zhenwu's strength should be above Huixian and Huitong.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhenwu now directly ignored the Shaolin disciple Yandu!

Stand still and let you fight, I won't fight back, as long as I move my footsteps, I will lose!

What kind of self-confidence is this, and what contempt is this for extension?

Both Yandu and Yancheng widened their eyes, and their faces flushed slightly.

Yandu stared at Jiang Zhenwu, his tone was unprecedentedly cold, with a hint of murderous aura, and said in a deep voice: "President Jiang, is this true?"

Jiang Zhenwu looked directly at Yandu's murderous gaze without showing weakness, and said lightly: "Naturally, everyone present can be a witness! Within three moves, if I move one step, even if I lose." If I lose, I will do whatever you say, Master, even if I am asked to commit suicide immediately, I have nothing to say. But if I win, then the master will have to agree to any of my terms, how about it?"

Shi Jingheng, Wang Zhiyang, Zhang Qianhu, Wen Li and others all frowned when they heard Jiang Zhenwu's words, and stared at Jiang Zhenwu with vigilant eyes.

Because, they found that Jiang Zhenwu played a lot.

This is almost a fight of life and death, gambling on life!

Ke Yandu immediately agreed, and said loudly: "Okay, President Jiang, the conditions I promised you, is it starting now?"

Jiang Zhenwu still stood in place so casually with his hands behind his back, and said to Yandu: "You can start, come on, three moves!"

Master Yandu looked pale again, he thought that Jiang Zhenwu would prepare.

Shaolin also has a lot of well-known horizontal kung fu, such as the golden bell jar, the iron cloth shirt, and even King Kong is not bad, which is essentially horizontal kung fu.

Cultivators generally need luck to adjust their body's internal and external defenses in order to improve their resistance.

But Jiang Zhenwu didn't make any movements, just stood there, and there was no change in his breathing, as if it was ordinary breathing.

What is this?

Purely physical resistance?

Yandu squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he thought in his heart, since you are so arrogant and purely use your body to resist, then I will let you know that Shaolin Kung Fu is not a waste of fame!

Shi Jingheng, Wang Zhiyang, and Zhang Qianhu all had an inexplicable halo in their eyes, and they could all see that Jiang Zhenwu almost intended to use his body purely to resist the three moves of Yandu.

"It's too arrogant! Yandu entered the Shaolin Arhat Hall three years ago, ranking third among the one hundred and eight Arhats in the Arhat Hall, and the next time he is selected, he will inevitably enter the Pranyo Hall, and he will have the opportunity to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for further study, and he will have the opportunity to enter the Shaolin to Gundam Motang in the future! Such a young disciple, there are not many in Shaolin, Jiang Zhenwu may have practiced some horizontal martial arts, but after all, he is young, and there is no horizontal practice of kung fu in the world that can simply let the body resist the fierce martial arts of Shaolin. ”

Wen Li whispered beside Zhang Qianhu, his eyes were like two X-rays, almost blooming with a substantial halo, wanting to see Jiang Zhenwu through.

Zhang Qianhu said in a low voice: "Jiang Zhenwu, this kid is looking for his own death, and he deserves it." Yandu has already cultivated three of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, and they are all pure offensive and fierce stunts, Luohan Fist, Mighty Vajra Palm, and One Finger Zen! Last year, we had a junior brother in Longhu Mountain who fought with him and was knocked out by a palm!"

Yang Yu also looked at Jiang Zhenwu and Yandu, his delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he whispered to Jiang Tianhe: "Senior brother, I don't think it's simple, Jiang Zhenwu is a little too confident." There are two possibilities for such a performance, either he is a fool, or he is a pervert!"

Jiang Tianhe nodded lightly and said, "Is he a fool?"

Yang Yu thought about it, looked at Jiang Zhenwu carefully, and found no evidence that Jiang Zhenwu was a fool.

So, he's a pervert, a pervert?

The body is so powerful that it resists the attack of Shaolin masters with a pure body?

Yang Yu shook his head slightly, feeling that this might be a little impossible.

Shaolin martial arts are known for their fierceness, and among the martial artists of the same realm in the world, who dares to use their bodies to resist the attacks of Shaolin masters?

No one!

"Hoo ......"

A heavy, long breath rang out.

It came from Yandu's body.

Everyone looked at the past, only to see that Yandu's feet had been slightly separated, it was a large opening and closing pile horse step, between breaths, the breath in the body flowed up and down, and the body swayed with it.

Then, Yandu suddenly stepped out of the next step, stepped on the ground, and there was a trace of golden halo condensation on his palms, which was a powerful condensation of Gang Qi, and where the palm wind passed, the air was blasted, and a roar like wind and thunder condensation.

When Shi Jingheng saw this scene, he also praised it slightly in his heart, Shaolin Mighty King Kong Palm really deserves its name!

This palm is enough to crack the stone!

Whose body dares to resist?

That's looking for death!

Zhang Qianhu and Wang Zhiyang all looked at Jiang Zhenwu gloatingly.

However, they found that Jiang Zhenwu was still calm, still standing there quietly with his hands behind his back, ignoring the fact that Yandu's pair of powerful Vajra palms that condensed golden qi slapped towards his chest.

"Look for death!"

"Ignorant ......"

Several voices rang out in a low voice.

The corners of Yandu's mouth overflowed with a triumphant smile.

But!

The next moment, Yandu's pair of powerful adamantine palms that condensed golden qi slammed on Jiang Zhenwu's chest, making a muffled bang.

A fierce and rapid aura rushed in all directions from between the two of them.

Li Xiaogang, Jiang Nan and Chen Jia were all immediately shocked and couldn't help but take a few steps back before standing firmly, but all three of them looked at Jiang Zhenwu's back with extreme concern and found that Jiang Zhenwu's figure was motionless.

The fierce golden palms were still imprinted on Jiang Zhenwu's chest, and the fierce aura was still rushing in all directions, but it couldn't shake Jiang Zhenwu's step.

The smile on Yandu's face had solidified, his eyes were full of horror and incredulity, his palms seemed to be not a human body, but an unknown existence, hard, and powerful willfulness, the essence of his palms condensed was like a powerful vajra qi, and it completely disappeared without a trace, without causing any substantial damage to Jiang Zhenwu's body.

Jiang Zhenwu's body just shook slightly, and his feet didn't move, as if he was rooted in the earth and merged with the earth!

"How is this possible?"

Yandu was stunned for a moment.

The people around them also widened their eyes, looking at Jiang Zhenwu and Yandu.