Chapter 110: The Contest

The sun is shining, and bursts of loud voices sound on the top of the mountain, where the Shaolin Temple is located.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, ha..." The Shaolin warrior monks are practicing boxing in a uniform manner, Hua Xiaolan, Tang Xiaolong and Chen Xiaohu are learning the warrior monks to compare their movements next to them, and in the attic not far away, the abbot of Sanzang is standing at the window watching the three of them.

The flame on the kerosene lamp, from small to large, from yellow to blue, flowed through the air, came to the side of the abbot of Sanzang, forming an illusory figure composed of blue true qi, the image of the abbot of Sanzang, the old face, long eyebrows and long beard, like a ghost, "You succeeded the abbot of Sanzang, you found the descendants of the three heroes of our Shaolin Temple." The blue illusory figure said as he put his arm on the shoulders of the abbot of Sanzang.

"Oh, they're just a bunch of kids." Sanzang had a helpless expression on his face.

"It's up to you to guide them and make them heroes again." The blue illusory figure patted Sanzo on the shoulder.

"It's a pity that time is running out, the minions of the Black Fox King are rampant and domineering in the Central Plains, once they find the next volume of the power book." The abbot of Sanzang had a worried look on his face.

"You must withstand the attack of the Black Fox King until these three children defeat the demon as they did a thousand years ago." The blue illusory figure looked at the three teenagers in the distance and said slowly.

"I'm wondering if I should agree to Wu Wei's request. Two days ago... ”

······ Two days ago.

On the cliff behind the Shaolin Temple, the breeze blew Wu Wei's robe.

"Hey, which of them do you say will win." Xiaolong hugged the long sword and touched Xiaohu with his shoulder.

"I've seen Brother Wu make a move, although he didn't seem to make a move at the time, anyway, he didn't move at that time, so he drove away the black fox soldiers, and it was definitely Brother Wu who would win." Xiaohu pestle a long stick composed of three sticks, and looked at Wu Wei in white clothes in the distance with some envy.

"You said that Brother Wu has never heard of it at all, and there is no door or faction, he didn't make a move to get rid of the black fox soldiers, it must be that the black fox soldiers found out that we were coming and ran away, I think the abbot of Sanzang will definitely win." Xiaolong stroked his glasses with his hand.

"Brother Wu will win."

"The abbot will win."

"Brother Wu."

"Abbot."

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"Xiaolan, which of them will win." Xiaolong and Xiaohu, who were not convinced, turned their heads to look at Xiaolan at the same time and asked.

"Okay, don't make any noise, look, they're about to do it." Xiaolan's words immediately caused Xiaolong and Xiaohu to focus their attention on Wu Wei and Sanzang Abbot, who were preparing to compete.

"I'm going to make a move, Abbot Sanzang be careful." Wu Wei looked at the abbot of Sanzang opposite and said. A day ago, Wu Wei followed the abbot of Sanzang to Shaolin Temple, in order to verify what is the difference between his martial arts and the martial arts of this world, Wu Wei put forward a request to learn from the abbot of Sanzang, and the abbot of Sanzang also wanted to know the way Wu Wei's martial arts came from, and easily agreed to Wu Wei's request.

The black light flashed ——,, and the black dragon blade flew out of his arms in an instant, shooting directly at the abbot of Sanzang, the abbot of Sanzang looked at the black light that came directly to the center of his eyebrows, tilted his head, moved his ears slightly, listened to the wind coming from behind, and immediately bent down, dodging the black dragon blade that flew back, and the black dragon blade flying in the air stopped, and immediately turned to fly towards the abbot of Sanzang again, and the abbot of Sanzang, who had already gotten up, saw the black dragon blade flying again, and his right hand immediately stood up as a palm, and shot it diagonally to the front of the left, bang, the black dragon blade was instantly knocked out, Seeing that he was about to knock down the black dragon blade on the stone, he suddenly stopped, and immediately flew like the abbot of Sanzang again, and the abbot of Sanzang immediately raised his palm to parry.

The black dragon blade flew faster and faster, leaving black light and shadow in the air, and the speed of the abbot of Sanzang was getting faster and faster, and the palm shadows around his body flew over, blocking the sudden attack of the black dragon blade again and again, ——,and the black dragon blade that was beaten back again stopped in the air and flew back into Wu Wei's arms with a bang.

Wu Wei stepped on Ling Bo's slight steps, and immediately rushed towards the abbot of Sanzang with heavy phantoms, before the person arrived, a dragon groan sounded, Wu Wei's right hand pushed forward and palmed, and a three-meter-sized five-colored divine dragon flew out instantly. Sanzang looked at the flying divine dragon, his expression condensed, his hands were divided left and right, the two hands were facing each other, a cyan true balloon was instantly formed between the two hands, and with a push of both hands, a three-meter-thick cyan true qi pillar immediately greeted the flying divine dragon, bang, the powerful true qi exploded, and instantly pushed Wu Wei and Sanzang Abbot away from each other again.

Sanzang's luck sank, bang, bang, left three deep footprints on the ground before stopping, raised his hands, and immediately formed two cyan true balloons in his hands, both hands kept slapping at Wu Wei, and one by one cyan true balloons attacked Wu Wei who was still in the air.

Wu Wei immediately lucked his hands, his hands were in the air and he was not in a hurry to draw a circle, his left hand flicked his right sleeve, the back of his right hand slowly pushed to the right, his palm was pushed to the left, his hand was lifted upwards, and he pressed downward, his left hand shook outward, his hands were in the air and changed quickly and slowly, and slowly formed a rotating five-color Tai Chi pattern in front of Wu Wei, his right hand drew a circle downwards and hugged a real balloon, and his left hand drew a circle upwards to hold a real balloon, and the two hands were drawn in a circle and crossed with his chest, and the two balls were combined into one. Then with Wu Wei's movements, the left and right separated, and the true qi that turned into Wu Wei followed Wu Wei's movements, and the attacking true qi kept moving with Wu Wei's movements, and soon a five-meter-sized cyan true balloon was formed in front of Wu Wei, Wu Wei's hands pushed and shook, and the cyan true balloon instantly attacked the abbot of Sanzang.

The abbot of Sanzang immediately stopped the action of gathering the true balloon in his hand, turned his hands into claws, grabbed forward, and immediately blocked the five-meter-sized cyan true balloon, and the clawed hands were pulling back, and the cyan true qi immediately flowed into his body along the hands of the abbot of Sanzang, and the true balloon became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared in the air, as if it had never existed.

Wu Wei stood on the ground and frowned as he watched the movements of the abbot of Sanzang, "Star Absorbing Dafa? Wu Wei shook his head and denied his thoughts, his expression froze, and he quickly flew to a height of fifty meters, his hands instantly made sword fingers, and he changed three hundred and sixty times in an instant, forming three hundred and sixty five-color sword qi in Wu Wei's chest and quickly shooting towards the abbot of Sanzang.

The abbot of Sanzang suddenly closed his eyes and hung the curtain, his face was peaceful, his hands were slowly closed, and the cyan true qi flowed out of his body, the higher the cyan true qi, the wider the flow range, the true qi kept crossing and painting in the air, and soon formed a large and small in the air, and the true qi was linked to the upper body of a thirty-meter-sized cyan lion on the abbot of Sanzang, looking at the sword qi that shot towards him, "Roar-" The green lion raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar.