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The match between Zhou Yu and the Shenji Taoist looked as if the Shenji Taoist had been pressed and beaten by Zhou Yu all the time, as if he had no strength to fight back, and he was beaten from beginning to end.

However, insiders can see that Zhou Yu's consumption is also very large, and he is not as unscathed as he seems.

There is a similarity between Wudang Mountain Martial Arts and Wusheng Mountain Martial Arts, because they are both Daomen martial arts, so the early stage of martial arts training is mainly based on health preservation, and it is not until the later stage of cultivation that it begins to exert force. However, once the force is exerted, the power will be great, such as the Wusheng Mountain Tiangang Fist Method, once practiced, it will almost be invincible in the world.

Therefore, the Shenji Taoist seems to have practiced martial arts for more than ten or twenty years, and the true martial arts method is not shallow, and the inner family cultivation is also very profound. However, his actual combat power is at most comparable to the level of Nalan Peak, maybe a little stronger, and weaker than the lethality of Ye Qunsheng and Li Shengyang.

However, Zhou Yu's quick fight consumed a lot, and his hands were a little numb. When she left the scene, Wang Cheng could see that her breath was almost messed up. If the Wudang Shenji Taoist could hold on for a few more breaths, maybe the result would be different, and then Zhou Yu's inner aura would be in chaos, and in front of opponents of the same level, he would almost lose ninety percent of his strength.

Women, after all, are women, and their strength and blood are not as deep as men's, especially their long-lasting combat effectiveness.

It was the first time for Zhou Yu to face such a big ring competition, and he was also a little excited. She came down from the ring and returned to the box. There is some vanity in the pace. also saluted Wang Cheng and all other players. With a fighting intent that did not match his temperament, he looked at the other players with staring eyes, and said in a low voice: "Don't think that we women are inferior to you, this time I came for the championship." Whoever wants to win the championship must beat me first!"

After speaking, Zhou Yu also glanced at Wang Cheng deliberately, and then turned around and sat in his place.

Wang Cheng just smiled indifferently. And it didn't mean anything.

Li Shengyang, Ye Qunsheng and the others were also calm, and they only showed a smile, and they didn't take Zhou Yu's words to heart. Because, they all know that in order to win the championship and get the first place in the world in the first martial arts competition, the biggest enemy is definitely not Zhou Yu.

Then, the Divine Skill Daoist walked down with a gloomy expression and sat silently in his place. No one paid attention to him, and he didn't talk to anyone. It's like you're an outsider.

The two official competitions are over, and the next is the exhibition match of other players, which has little to do with Wang Cheng, the official players, so Wang Cheng still got up and left the scene directly as yesterday, and Yang Qingyu also left behind Wang Cheng as yesterday.

When Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu left, more than a dozen cameras at the scene gave close-ups of the two of them, especially the close-ups of Wang Cheng, which was almost to the point of madness. One by one, the cameras gave close-ups of Wang Cheng's face, hands, feet, calves, chest and abdomen, etc., and displayed them on a large screen for the audience to see clearly.

The audience also directly ignored the upcoming exhibition match and focused on Wang Cheng, and everyone was unwilling to let Wang Cheng leave, and they all shouted feverishly.

"Master, don't go......"

"Master, take me with you......"

"Master, I want to learn Dragon Boxing, my qualifications are ...... in ten thousand"

"Master, accepting me is definitely your biggest gain. ”

"Master .................."

"Master.............................."

One by one, the audience stood up from their positions and called loudly to Wang Cheng, wanting to keep Wang Cheng.

On the big screen, the picture of Wang Cheng performing that trick just now and hitting He Dongyuan with the flying dragon probe claw was played, and then Wang Cheng ran a hundred meters in seven steps.

The high-pitched roar of the dragon became the only background music for the shouts of the audience......

Rise..................

On the big screens, switching pictures at the same time, a divine dragon flying between the clouds and mist appeared, facing the sky and making a roaring sound...... Then, Wang Cheng's figure appeared behind Shenlong again.

These post-production personnel obviously admired Wang Cheng to the brainless Cheng dù, and in a short period of time, they made an animation to set off Wang Cheng.

"Master......"

"Master ............"

"Master .................."

The shouts of the master converged into a frenzy again, but they still failed to leave the master Wang Cheng in their minds.

Wang Cheng almost ignored the voices of the audience, and the big screens, the pace was not chaotic at all, and he calmly left the scene with Yang Qingyu and entered the passage out. This made many people's faces disappointed, and their eyes kept moving with Wang Cheng's figure.

"Hey, the master is really gone. ”

"I just like the master's calmness and not putting us in the world's state of mind. ”

"The master is from the Taoist sect, so it's not strange to have this calmness. ”

"I'm going to book a ticket to Jiangzhou, and there is no group. ”

"I'm going to apprentice, don't rob it. ”

"I'll go to Wusheng Mountain and kneel now, can you rob me?"

Wang Cheng ignored so many audiences, and almost all the audience didn't feel disgusted, but felt that Wang Cheng's calm temperament was what a master should have. Unlike the previous Nalan Peak, he likes to put on a show, and he also publishes his Weibo, interacts with people on Weibo at every turn, posts photos of himself practicing boxing, and photos of his muscles in the bath......

That kind of star-like operation, coupled with the state's support and publicity, did allow Nalan Feng to gather a large number of fans of young age in just one or two days. But such fans are not firm enough, they are all fans of a very simple herd mentality, when Nalan Feng was defeated by Wang Cheng and was seriously injured and could not participate, the fans who gathered by show and hype in a short period of time disappeared overnight in an instant.

Such ignorance has made those who support Wang Cheng even more staunch fans.

Yang Qingyu stood beside Wang Cheng, enjoying the gaze and cheers of so many eyes. There is a trace of happiness and pride for Wang Cheng in his heart. He whispered, "After the tournament is over." Our Jiangzhou is lively. Your Martial Saint Mountain may have to increase the number of people, otherwise those dozens of Taoist priests may not be able to hold the ......."

Wang Cheng could also think of that kind of overcrowded picture, and said with a smile: "This is something that my master has to worry about, he has always wanted to carry forward the Martial Saint Mountain, and now it should be regarded as the first step to success, the next step is to recruit disciples and cultivate elite masters." ”

"Then will you still take apprentices?"

Yang Qingyu asked curiously.

At the beginning, when Wang Cheng accepted Zhang Shaoyun. Yang Qingyu and the others were very surprised. It is not uncommon in the martial arts world to accept apprentices after a few months of entry, but the key is that Wang Cheng himself is only eighteen years old, and he is still accepting apprentices after a few months of entry, which is definitely the first one in hundreds of years.

Yang Qingyu also believes that with Wang Cheng's comprehension of martial arts and the martial arts background of Wusheng Mountain, it will definitely be no problem to teach a few top master apprentices in the next ten years. At that time, Wusheng Mountain will become the real first sect in the world. Wudang, Shaolin. Emei must surrender.

Jiangzhou may even become the center of the domestic martial arts world, Taiji Yang, Xingyi Liu will benefit from this, and it will develop rapidly in a short period of time.

When Wang Cheng heard this question, he froze a little, thought a lot in his heart, and then sighed lightly and said noncommittally: "Look at fate." ”

He knew that the old Taoist priest of the master Changhe might not be able to accept apprentices, and the long would be two or three years, or as short as a year and a half, and the old Taoist priest would face the danger of dying from exhaustion of qi and blood. And as the only descendant of Wusheng Mountain, he is bound to assume the responsibility of inheritance. Therefore, whether he wants to accept apprentices in the future or not, he may be involuntarily.

can only say that depending on fate, if he meets a good seedling and is willing to work hard, he doesn't mind accepting it and training it, and inheriting the incense for Wusheng Mountain.

The two chatted in a low voice, and when they were about to reach the exit, Wang Cheng suddenly stopped, looked ahead, and his expression became cold. Yang Qingyu also looked over immediately, and a trace of coldness instantly appeared between her soft eyebrows.

I saw a tall woman standing in front of her, wearing a white Japanese samurai uniform, with a faint embroidery of cherry blossoms, jet-black hair tied in a simple ponytail, a resolute face without powder, and facial features as if cut out of a knife, full of neutral beauty with murderous intent. She held her hands in front of her, holding a long sword in her arms, and a pair of eyes, looking at Wang Cheng without the slightest emotion.

This woman is the disciple of Japan's No. 1 master Hattori Keno, Hira Sakura!

Both stood in the passage and did not move, nor spoke, but stared at each other for a full five breaths.

Click......

A soft crunch sounded, it was the slight sound of Hira Sakura's footsteps moving, the clogs touching the floor under her feet, but in this quiet passage, and in the atmosphere full of coldness, it was unusually clear and harsh.

"Wang Cheng, you are stronger than that day, but you still have to defeat the sword in my hand. ”

Ping Liang Sakura took a step forward, looked directly at Wang Cheng, and slowly spoke, and his voice seemed to be full of sharp aura.

On that day, Wang Cheng grabbed her sword with his bare hands. She still remembers that scene, this is the first time she has encountered such a thing since she left school.

Moreover, in the more than 1,000 years that the famous sword has been inherited, this is also the first time that someone has grabbed it with his bare hands in the palm of his flesh, and he can still retreat with his whole body.

Wang Cheng's eyes were also shining, and he kept looking at the Pingliang Sakura in front of him, who was only five meters away. I found that the aura on this woman's body was also more dangerous than that day, and her whole body seemed to be like an out-of-body sword, as if she was making a sword with a random movement and a random look.

He had to admit that Hira Sakura's comprehension of swordsmanship was beyond his knowledge. However, this did not affect the belief in his heart, and he still believed that his fist could be better than a qiē.

"Hira Sakura, I hope you lost the Sword of Inheritance in the ring, and when you return to Japan, you won't be punished for it. ”

Wang Cheng also spoke calmly.

Scold!

Hira Sakura's eyes flickered with murderous intent, and there was no movement, and the long sword in her arms shook out of thin air, and an inch-long snow-white blade emerged from the scabbard. Within a radius of ten meters, it seemed to be cold in an instant, and a chill that penetrated her heart and spleen came to her face, and she said coldly: "You want the sword in my hand, Wang Cheng, you are very arrogant." There is always only one result of arrogance, and that is to die of ignorance!"

"See you in the ring!"

Wang Cheng twitched for a moment, then his right hand clenched instantly, and he lightly dropped a sentence to Ping Liang Ying, and did not talk nonsense with the other party, and immediately walked over with Yang Qingyu, and Ping Liang Ying passed by.

A hint of pride flashed in Ping Liang Sakura's eyes, and her body remained motionless, allowing Wang Cheng to walk past her. The blade of the sword in her arms also moved slowly, re-entering the scabbard, and once again let out a very piercing sound of gold and iron!

Yang Qingyu tightly grasped Wang Cheng's right hand clenched into a fist, and after leaving Pingliang Sakura's sight, his face was full of worry, and he said in a low voice: "Wang Cheng, are you okay?"

Between her fingers, a drop of blood seeped out, this was not her blood, it flowed from Wang Cheng's fist.

That night, the wound left by Pingliang Sakura's sword on Wang Cheng's right hand was still there, and because of the particularity of the famous sword's heavenly fortune, it left a deep dark wound. Wang Cheng had not known until then, thinking that he could heal the sword wound.

However, just now, when the Heira Sakura sword blade was out of his body in an instant, he also felt a stinging pain in the skin of the injured place in his right hand at the same moment, and the blood veins were broken.

Just the edge of the sword came out of the sheath, and his injury recurred.

What a powerful sword luck, such a domineering swordsmanship!

This time, Wang Cheng really saw the power of Hattori's swordsmanship, as well as the power of his famous Japanese sword that has been inherited for more than 1,000 years.

WhewW......

Wang Cheng controlled his breathing, if it weren't for the reversal of qi and blood and suppressed the injury, his possible direct wound just now would have erupted again, and there would have been a scene of blood rushing.

"I'm fine, don't worry. ”

Wang Cheng smiled at Yang Qingyu and said calmly, but his right hand and entire arm were trembling slightly.

Yang Qingyu hugged Wang Chengdi's arm tightly with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Let's go back quickly, do you want to find some medicine to come back?"

She knew that Wang Cheng's injury was definitely not simple.

Wang Cheng shook his head and said, "It's okay, don't worry, I have a way to go back." ”

Yang Qingyu looked at Wang Cheng's eyes carefully, and then nodded and chose to believe.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the passage, they were greeted by a warm shout like a tide, and the tens of thousands of people gathered outside the venue were also frantically shouting for the master.

"Master......"

"Master ............"

One by one, the audience wanted to get close to Wang Cheng, but they were stopped by thousands of solemn security guards and police, and everyone watched Wang Cheng get into the car and leave calmly, just looking at them. (To be continued......)