When Zishan Zhenren's palm was slapped, Xiao Qiang, as an opponent, felt the real horror and fear more immersively than the people around him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, Xiao Qiang belongs to the side of the violent attack, and the offensive is like a tide, and he can't avoid it if he wants to dodge, so he can only resist hard.

"Kill!"

The violent sense of oppression and crisis swept over, Xiao Qiang let out a broken cry in his mouth, the momentum was wild, and all the power in his body was completely raised at this moment, condensed in his right hand, and smashed towards Zishan with a punch.

There was a violent tide in the field, and the strength of Zishan Zhenren's palm actually released the internal strength, achieving the powerful effect of releasing the internal energy.

It's a long story, but it all happened in a split second.

Hearing a dull crashing sound, Xiao Qiang spurted a mouthful of blood on the spot, and the entire body that was rushing forward was also stopped, and in the next second, the body suddenly fell backwards, as if it was shocked back by a violent force.

At the same time, Zishan Zhenren's body also shook violently suddenly.

"Buzz!"

Under the feet of the Purple Mountain Real Man, the marble floor made a dull loud noise, and with the violent tremor of the Purple Mountain True Man's body, the marble directly shattered.

As soon as the two of them touched, Xiao Qiang's face was shocked, and his entire right arm was numb and unconscious, unable to lift it, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.

Zishan Zhenren seemed to be in an absolute advantage, and he slapped Xiao Qiang's violent attack back with one palm, but in fact, the shock in his heart was greater than Xiao Qiang's, I saw him look at Xiao Qiang with a shocked face, and then, the corners of his mouth twitched, and finally couldn't help it, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly covered his chest, and squirted another mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior Brother Purple Mountain!"

"Purple Mountain!"

All of a sudden, the Wudang faction's Ziyi Zhenren, Ziyue Zhenren and other masters were all moved, and rushed towards the field one after another, and four of the Wudang masters directly surrounded Xiao Qiang in the middle.

"Bastard boy, you dare to hurt my Purple Mountain junior brother, you are presumptuous in my Wudang faction, and you will be arrested without restraint!"

"Boy, what kind of sect are you, you have such an inner cultivation at such a young age?"

The two Wudang Sect Taoist priests stared at Xiao Qiang with solemn and surprised expressions.

Several other old men surrounded Zishan and observed the injuries of Zishan Zhenren.

Zishan Zhenren coughed, waved his hand slowly, and finally spoke: "I'm fine." Then he looked at Xiao Qiang, his eyes were complicated, but he didn't have a hint of anger, but he was quite appreciative, and said: "Little Daoyou, the breath in your body is abundant, and the internal strength is even more domineering and fierce, continuous and long, who is the teacher?"

Xiao Qiang still felt the churning of qi and blood in his body at this moment, but fortunately, the right arm was gradually regaining his instincts, and he had not really been seriously injured by Zishan Zhenren's palm.

However, Xiao Qiang still admires these masters of the Wudang faction very much in his heart, and it is worthy of being an important inheritance place of today's Chinese martial arts, although the disciples of the Wudang faction were like that before, but the dark energy of these old guys has been cultivated to the home, and the Zishan real person in front of him just hit with all his strength, although it is slightly inferior to Guan Yunfei, but it is not much different.

If it was himself a year ago, he would not be able to compete with the real person of Zishan to this extent, and he would have been defeated in the hands of this person a long time ago. Moreover, it is possible that they were blocked by the three generations of disciples of the Wudang Sect on the mountainside before.

"The Wudang faction really lives up to its name, and it deserves to be the inheritance of Chinese martial arts, and the younger generation admires it. Xiao Qiang took a deep breath and tried to adjust his state, this was the first time he really felt threatened and oppressed since he came to the Wudang Sect.

However, Xiao Qiang is not the kind of person who admits defeat, he took a deep breath, glanced at the old men of the Wudang Sect with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the dignified Wudang Sect will only bully the small with the big and win more with less? Hehe, although the juniors are not talented, they can also break through from the foot of the mountain to the outside of this Zixiao Palace, and they can compete with your real strong masters, even if they lose today, they have no regrets." ”

If it was on other occasions, Xiao Qiang naturally knew that defeat was defeat, but today he was going to play a scoundrel, and he had to talk about the real rules of the rivers and lakes with these people who kept talking about the rules of the rivers and lakes.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Qiang said this, the Wudang faction veterans who surrounded him all showed a trace of embarrassment on their faces, and one of them took a few steps back and got out of the way first.

The dignified Wudang faction, in order to deal with the two milky juniors today, almost all the masters were dispatched, and when this matter spreads, the reputation of the Wudang faction will really be damaged.

"Brother-in-law, it's beautiful. ”

At this time, Lin Miao stood up, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and came directly to Xiao Qiang, it seemed that Xiao Qiang was shocked back by Zishan, in fact, Zishan Zhenren also vomited blood later, and he may have been more seriously injured than Xiao Qiang, and Xiao Qiang and Zishan Zhenren showed strong combat ability when they fought, which made everyone present fall for it, and no one dared to say that Xiao Qiang lost.

Xiao Qiang smiled at Lin Miao with difficulty, and there was a lot of helplessness in his heart. He came to the Wudang faction to save people, although he had long known that the Wudang faction was not so simple, but he still felt a little aggrieved and unhappy at the moment when he was blocked by the real people of Zishan.

But how did Xiao Qiang and Lin Miao know that the battle between Xiao Qiang and Zishan Zhenren had already shocked all the masters of the Wudang faction?

With Zishan out of the horse, these masters of the Wudang faction thought that they could finish abusing Xiao Qiang and Lin Miao, and then let these two boys go back in disgrace, but now, Zishan was hit hard by Xiao Qiang, and the two could only be regarded as a tie at most. Xiao Qiang's combat effectiveness really scared the old guys of the entire Wudang faction.

Nima, Zishan Zhenren has been a Taoist priest in the Wudang Sect since he was a child, and he has been meditating and cultivating since he was a child, and now he looks like he is only in his fifties, but he is actually sixty-two years old, but he is just skilled in cultivating his spirits.

An internal boxing master who has practiced the art of Wudang Sect Tuna for decades was actually carried by a young man who was only in his twenties, what kind of concept is this?

To put it bluntly, the comparison between the high and low levels of the inner family boxer cultivators is a simple matter of who has been cultivating for a longer time. Even if Xiao Qiang starts to practice the technique of inner family vomiting since the mother's womb, it is impossible to be stronger than the real person of Zishan, right?

But now, he's done it.

If it is said that in addition to competing for the length of cultivation, there is also the saying of talent.

Then Xiao Qiang was able to rush here and defeat those three generations of outstanding disciples of the Wudang Sect, which was already commendable, and in comparison, he was already a genius with extraordinary talent.

But Zishan Zhenren is different, not only has he been cultivating much longer than Xiao Qiang, but relatively speaking, he is definitely the kind of person with a high talent in cultivation, if not, how can he become one of the eight powerhouses of Wudang today?

Therefore, Xiao Qiang can now fight with Zishan Zhenren, and this result is an absolute shock to everyone in the Wudang faction.

"Young man, who is your master, and what sect is he from?" Zi Yi checked Zishan's injuries, Zishan had already suffered a certain amount of internal injuries, and he could not heal without three or five months of recuperation.

As a contemporary leader of the Wudang School, Ziyi attaches more importance to Xiao Qiang's identity and origin. A junior in his early twenties is so powerful, so the person who taught such an outstanding disciple is even more conceivable.

Although the Wudang faction is a famous faction, if it provokes such a strong master, it is enough to drink a pot.

In the crowd, the vast majority of the Wudang Sect disciples were shocked by the battle between Xiao Qiang and Zishan Zhenren, including those old Taoist priests.

However, there were still a few inner disciples who paid attention to the person who suddenly appeared in the field. It was the Wudang disciples beside the farmer.

When the Purple Mountain True Man broke out the final blow before, this crop man was excited, and took a step forward, just one step, and several Wudang inner disciples who were blocking the road in front of him were forcibly squeezed out of the way, and these disciples who were squeezed away noticed the existence of this person.

"Who are you?"

A Wudang faction looked at the man with a look of surprise and asked loudly.

Zi Yi and the others were attracted by this voice, and they all looked over, as real masters in the field, they also noticed something when the crop man suddenly squeezed into the crowd just now, but the main energy was still attracted by the battle between Zishan and Xiao Qiang, and they didn't pay too much attention to it, and at this moment, when they saw the middle-aged man in the field, they all felt a little abrupt, and they also felt an inexplicable vigilance, and they looked over.