Liu Yong's defeat also represents the side of the martial arts hall represented by Lang's predecessors, the whole army was wiped out, and none of the several masters could defeat the opponent.

What's more critical is that it can be seen that the gap between Liu Yong and Zhou Wu and their opponents is a bit big.

Zheng Ya saw a different temperament from Cui Changjun and Qi Jianqiang, which surpassed the level of Liu Yong and Zhou Jun, at least he was also a master at the same level as Ma Ling, it is estimated that the entire scene, unless it is the elders who do it, when it comes to the younger disciples, none of them can be their opponents.

Wu Qing sat beside Zheng Ya, and when he saw Liu Yong's defeat, the scene was full of mourning, and he said softly: "Zheng Ya, you are also a disciple of the Yuntie National Art Pavilion, otherwise, you go up to teach these three lessons? ”

At this table, just the two of them now, leaning in and whispering, no one heard what they were saying.

Others don't know how powerful Zheng Ya is, but Wu Qing knows that in the battle of the scientific expedition, Zheng Ya's combat effectiveness amazed him, although the previous masters are also very powerful, but they can't do Zheng Ya, right?

Zheng Ya's heart moved slightly, he really wanted to go out and learn from these masters, but just look at those martial arts colleagues on the field, and then think about their contemptuous attitude towards himself and Wu Qing, forget it.

Lowering his voice, Zheng Ya said softly: "Don't, my combat power is mainly reflected in weapons, without a stick, I really may not be able to do this, besides, martial arts masters are usually quite low-key, and I have now been regarded as a foodie, which is just right, this is called Da Yin in the city." ”

Wu Qing rolled his eyes and didn't say anything, indeed, in the battle of Zheng Ya's scientific expedition, a golden stick was majestic, and now on this occasion, it is not suitable to use weapons, if it is not good, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

If you can overcome it, it will be good, but if you go up and bring humiliation on yourself, then it will be hell.

Wu Qing reluctantly took a sip of wine, and muttered, "Isn't Ma Ling the first to reject foreign martial artists?

Zheng Ya took a breath and said: "Brother Qing, you take a serious look at these few in front of you, they are not foreign martial artists, they are Chinese people, they just practiced foreign martial arts, and now it is clear that it is an exchange between martial arts halls, and it is clear that there is a competition for status and interests between martial arts halls, and there is no reason for Wudang to interfere." ”

Wu Qing sighed and took another sip of stuffy wine.

Lian Zhan Lianjie, Jiang Mushu was in high spirits at this time, and said loudly in his mouth: "Narrow nationalism will only harm people, everyone has seen it, I am not blindly admiring foreign flattery, but really targeted, in the introduction of foreign powerful martial arts, national arts, most of them go to the people, the so-called oral teaching, in fact, most of them are a scam, in addition to the orthodox martial arts sect, there can be a few masters of national arts, open the national art hall, practice sanda, I can only say hehehe......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door opened again.

At this time, it was already afternoon, the sun shone in from the door, and a tall figure strode from the sunlight and walked quickly to the stage. ”

Hearing this person speak, Zheng Ya couldn't help but lower his body to the bottom, so that he would not look so tall, and let himself hide more calmly.

Wu Qing saw Zheng Ya's obvious dodging movements, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Zheng Ya, are you an acquaintance?"

Zheng Ya lowered his voice and said: "Well, this is the warrior monk Dalong, a Shaolin lay disciple, it is said that he also practiced martial arts in a certain national art hall in the capital, and it is estimated that after getting the news, he rushed over to save the scene." ”

At this moment, the warrior monk Dalong had already strutted his head and walked to the middle of the stage.

Facing the direction of Master Yonglin, the warrior monk Dalong raised a single palm and said in his mouth: "I have seen the master." ”

Master Yonglin said with a pleasant face: "Don't be polite, I didn't expect you to be in the capital, just right, the master of the Jiang Pavilion has an exchange activity between martial arts halls, you can come to learn a lesson or two, learn and learn." ”

The warrior monk said yes, turned to the field, and said loudly: "I have met Vice President Zhao, Master Mo, and all my colleagues." ”

Vice President Zhao saw the warrior monk Dalong, and the expression on his face had instantly improved.

With a pleasant face, with a long sigh of relief, Vice President Zhao said with a smile: "Okay, it's good to come, Dalong, thank you for your hard work." ”

From the tone of the warrior monk Dalong, Zheng Ya could see that he had some connections with the Yuntie Guoshu Museum, or his secular identity, which should be attached to the Yuntie Guoshu.

If this is the case, there is no doubt that he should be the master of the Yun Tie Kingdom Technique, or the master transferred by Master Yonglin to save the scene.

Thinking back a little, Zheng Ya quickly understood the joint, when he went from Zhangshi to the capital, the Hong Thai Art Museum recommended him to go to Yuntie to practice, which means that the Hong Thai Art Hall is actually related to Yun Tie, and behind the Hong Thai Art Museum, it is actually the background of Shaolin.

Then, the real situation is about to come out, Yun Tie Guoshu is actually a peripheral force of Shaolin, it's not good, Hua Jia, who is-for-tat with Yun Tie, is standing behind Wudang.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Jiang Mushu saw the warrior monk Dalong, and his face also showed a jealous expression, this is the real master, who has obtained the true inheritance of Shaolin, and has experienced a hundred battles.

The three disciples behind Jiang Mushu should have known the name of the warrior monk Dalong for a long time, and at this time, the faces of the three of them all showed an expression of eagerness, and they all wanted to be able to comprehend the martial monk Dalong's boxing skills and learn from him.

Vice President Zhao was in a good mood, and said in his mouth: "Da Long, Pavilion Master Jiang has just boasted about Haikou, any martial arts hall disciple on the scene, as long as they can beat the three of them, Pavilion Master Jiang and Secretary General Jiang will automatically retreat immediately, and no longer make trouble, haha, the three of them are strong, Da Long, you go up to receive the teaching." ”

Dalong arched his hand and said loudly: "Which brother gives teaching, Yuntie Guoshu, warrior monk Dalong." ”

This means that you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder, the Guoshu Pavilion here, it is not that there are no masters, although the time is short, but the transfer of a warrior monk is enough to make you jealous.

The atmosphere on the field has changed slightly, as soon as the warrior monk Dalong came, the momentum had been suppressed so that he couldn't play the right hand, and unconsciously, the warrior monk Dalong had already made the three opposites weaker, and it was originally the Guoshu Pavilion that chose the other three as opponents, but as soon as the warrior monk Dalong came, naturally, it became the three people on the opposite side who chose who to fight.

All the warriors on the scene felt that it should be like this, and everyone felt that the warrior monk Dalong should suppress the opponent.

This is the prestige of the warrior monk Dalong.

Beside Zheng Ya, Wu Qing sighed lightly and whispered: "Amazing, I didn't expect the warrior monk Dalong to be so powerful, it's really worthy of the name, by the way, Zheng Ya, it seems that Dalong also participated in the Huashan Sword Debate last year, how many are you?"

Zheng Ya whispered: "The top five, the southern monk." ”

Wu Qing asked on a whim: "Zheng Ya, is it a bit reversed, he, the southern monk dragon, is now majestic and powerful, and you, the golden boy Zheng Ya, are actually being used as a rice bucket here!"

Zheng Yameng rolled his eyes, and said another sentence in his mouth: "Chinese, the same name and surname are in the sea." ”

When the two were talking, in front, the warrior monk Dalong and Cui Changjun had already begun to salute and move.

Jiang Mushu also gave Cui Changjun a face-to-face lecture before he started, and explained a few words in a low voice, and after he really started, everyone suddenly found that Cui Changjun at this time completely adopted a combat state that did not seek merit, but sought no fault.

It's a very strange state of defensiveness.

Cui Changjun now gave Sun Hao a very strange feeling, as if when he saw Cui Changjun, he saw those scholars of the ancestors, and there was a sense of grandeur of a scholar.

A graceful and iron-clad feeling.

This kind of momentum is a kind of momentum that does not have much anger, but it is very long and tenacious, and it is against the majestic pressure of the warrior monk Dalong, and it is not to fall behind.

Under Zheng Ya's observation, he suddenly found that at this moment, the warrior monk Dalong was indeed occupying an absolute advantage on the field, suppressing Cui Changjun to fight.

However, Cui Changjun received it quite well, and the warrior monk Dalong couldn't break through his defense for a while.

After reading a paragraph, Zheng Ya had to say admiration to Jiang Mushu.

Jiang Mushu grasped a weakness of the warrior monk Dalong that was not a weakness, and targetedly, let Cui Changjun have a target, restrain and use it, and even created a tie situation in a short period of time.

(End of chapter)