This set of palm methods performed by Ben Xuan is created by him and Ben Xuan according to the palm methods left by the Zen master Wu, although it is far inferior to the essence contained in the secret book, but it is also subtle and extraordinary, far beyond the schools. Before he came to power, he had expected that Wu Yuanding, like Wu Tianfeng, would use that set of palm techniques to win, and he could only be undefeated by using this set of palm techniques to attack him. Therefore, as soon as Wu Yuan's palm changed, he also changed.

Wu Yuan originally planned to cast this palm technique, Ben Xuan would definitely not support it, but when he saw that he also cast the same palm technique, he was shocked and couldn't help but panic.

Not only was he shocked, but Ouyang Zhenxiong in the audience was even more shocked, where did this old monk learn this set of palm techniques? But after only looking at it for a while, he found that his palm technique was very different from that set of palm techniques, and the sharp and subtle points were far inferior, and his heart was relieved.

Wu Yuan was flustered for a while, and was immediately robbed by Ben Xuan, and only half of each move was used, and he was sealed, and he was secretly shocked in his heart: "I killed many people in Shaolin, and I will definitely die under his hands today." But after ten moves, I also saw that his palm technique was plausible, but it was changed according to that set of palm techniques, or even learned from somewhere. The spirit was shocked, stabilized the body, and made a move.

In the end, Ben Xuan's palm technique was far from Wu Yuan's palm technique, and he slowly became passive, but his skill was above Wu Yuan, and he would not be defeated for a while.

Zhang Xuanmeng was the most concerned, seeing that Ben Xuan was gradually sealed by Wu Yuan's palm, he was anxious, but he never saw Ben Xuan use the authentic three tricks.

The more Wu Yuan fought, the more relieved he became, and when his set of palm techniques was used for the third time, he strengthened his offensive, and soon, the palm shadow flickered, and he used the three moves in a row.

I didn't know that Ben Xuan's palm technique changed, and he also used those three moves to attack him.

Wu Yuan was shocked, the first move barely survived, but the second move could no longer dodge, the two of them were in the air at the same time, and with a snap, Ben Xuan slapped his chest, but he was half a beat slower, and only hit Ben Xuan's shoulder with one palm. I only heard him scream, fell on the edge of the stage, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and he couldn't get up again.

Ben Xuan landed, took two steps back, and then stood still, but saw that Wu Yuan was actually not dead, and he was surprised.

He was going to take his life with a palm to avenge the dead monk, but he didn't kill him, in front of this thousands of heroes, since he won, but he can't step forward to take his life, so he called the Buddha: "Amitabha, the right protector has conceded." "Turn around and step down.

Everyone in the audience saw Ben Xuan jumping in the air, like a dragon, defeating Wu Yuan with one palm, and applauded and cheered loudly. How did they know that under this blow, how much effort and wisdom Ben Xuan had condensed.

After he saw the three moves displayed by Zhang Xuanmeng that day, he knew that if he wanted to defeat the person who knew how to control the Xuandu method, he had to work these three moves to surprise and attack him unprepared. In the past dozens of days, he has put countless efforts into these three moves, and he has studied each change deeply, and his proficiency is far greater than that of Wu Yuan. So suddenly cast and defeated Wu Yuan.

Ouyang Zhenxiong came to the stage and hugged Wu Yuan down, re-appeared on stage, and said: "Abbot Benxuan is really powerful, I admire it, this time we lost." Ben Xuan knew the meaning of his words, smiled slightly, and did not refute.

Ouyang Zhenxiong said: "The following is the fourth scene, I don't know who the head of the mystery will invite to come up?"

Xuanji said: "Sect Leader Ouyang, don't be polite. The person in this fourth field is a Taoist friend of mine, he has always been indifferent and has little desire, floating outside the world, and he invited me several times before he agreed to go up the mountain, but I am afraid that Ouyang Sect Master will not know. As he spoke, he led a man onto the stage.

But I saw that this person was dressed in a cyan robe, with his head tied in a bun, a fishtail crown, and a green jade flute in his hand. No one knew.

Xuanji whispered a few words in the man's ear and said, "Sect Master Ouyang, this fellow Daoist is the Lord of the Feiyun Cave, you have seen it. ”

Ouyang Zhenxiong arched his hand and said, "Feiyun Cave Master, fortunately." I don't know where the immortal immortal dwells, but he was invited by the head of the mysterious machine to come to Mount Tai, so that my generation can see the fairy face?"

The Feiyun Cave Lord said, "Sect Master Ouyang, the poor Dao has always lived in the nameless mountains, and it is not worth mentioning. A few months ago, I suddenly heard that the heroes of the world were going to gather at the top of Mount Tai and meet friends with martial arts. ”

Ouyang Zhenxiong said: "The Taoist is polite, to be able to invite a figure like the Taoist to come, it really adds a lot of glory to the Taishan Conference." Please wait a moment. After saying that, he nodded and walked off the stage.

Ouyang Zhenxiong saw that he was full of immortal wind and bones, and his spirit was introverted, but he couldn't see the level of skill for a while, and it was expected that the characters invited by the fourth scene of Xuanji would definitely be extraordinary. He thought in his heart: "The three games have passed, and now it is the fourth, so there is no need to save the strength, so I will invite Nanhua Xianweng to come to the stage." ”

He came to Nanhua Immortal Weng's body, and was about to invite him, but he heard Nanhua Immortal Weng say: "Ouyang Sect Master, this Feiyun Cave Master, I would have met more than ten years ago, this person knows astronomy, geography, knowledge, martial arts, must not be underestimated." ”

Ouyang Zhenxiong said: "Then according to the will of the immortal, who should be invited to go up?"

Nanhua Immortal Weng smiled: "Sect Leader Ouyang, old and talented, I am willing to go up and meet him for a while." ”

Ouyang Zhenxiong heard that he was right, and said with a smile: "Immortal Weng, I was about to invite you." I'm here to lead the way. ”

Nanhua Immortal Weng smiled: "Sect Leader Ouyang, don't be polite. With that, he got up and took the stage.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a flute sound, the sound was loud, as in the sky, quiet and pleasant, fluttering as if to lead people into the fairy cave mansion and go to the banquet of Yaotai. But it was the jade flute of the Feiyun Cave Lord who crossed his lips and played it.

Thousands of heroes on the mountain suddenly heard the sound of the flute, and for a while it was like entering a fairyland. Suddenly, the sound of the flute was raised two knots in succession, and the voice was high-pitched, making a sound like a kite, which had the intention of killing, and became more and more urgent, and the blood of everyone was rising until they heard it.

After a while, the sound of the flute turned low, slowly sinking, soft and tactful, as if telling the heart, whispering to the lover, and like a gossamer floating in the wind, endless, adding to the meaning of the intestinal reverberation.

Nanhua Immortal Weng glanced at the Feiyun Cave Lord and walked towards the stage. At this time, the sound of the flute suddenly became desolate again, like a sigh, like a whimper, intermittent in the middle, like a drop of rain and dew hitting the fallen leaves.

Zhang Xuanmeng's heart was infected, and when he thought of Zhu Kexin, a tear flowed down. When I look at others, most of them have red circles under their eyes.

Suddenly, a loud laugh came, high-pitched and excited, as if to interrupt the sound of the flute, but it was Nanhua Xianweng. He laughed incessantly as he walked, but there was no break in the middle.

At last the laughter turned into a whistling sound, and the sound was loud and loud throughout the mountains, and it rushed through the valleys, roaring and roaring. But although his whistle was loud, he could not hide the sound of the flute like a cry. Each time the flute sounded, it seemed to burrow into his whistle, and with his whistle it rose higher and higher, until it seemed to be about to break away from the top of the mountain and fly into the clouds.