"Shameless!" "Despicable!"

When the righteous path masters saw that Ren Wuxing used this kind of trick to injure the Fang Zheng Master, they couldn't help but scold, and even the Chongxu Dao Chief, who had always been as steady as Mount Tai, couldn't help but look at Ren Wuxing and frowned slightly.

But let me do it, he just laughed and said, "Master Abbot, I'm offended!" As soon as he vomited the strength of his hand, a wisp of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Master Fang Zheng's mouth, and his body leaned back.

Everyone knew that Master Fang Zheng must have suffered a lot of internal injuries at this moment, and all the heads of the righteous path couldn't help but feel worried.

At this moment, he saw a peaceful smile on Master Fang Zheng's kind face, folded his hands, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, I saw that his left shoulder suddenly shook forward, and a neutral and peaceful strength leaked out from his chest, and penetrated into his arm along the palm of his hand.

"Yi Jin Jing!"

Let me do it suddenly changed dramatically, I really didn't expect that the internal strength of this great monk had reached such a high level, and after eating his own palm, he could still fight back against himself under serious injuries.

"Bump!"

A circle of energy spread out from the feet of Master Fang Zheng, and the ground was instantly covered with cracks like spider webs, and a few zhang away, an ancient locust tree was windless and automatic, and many fallen leaves were sprinkled.

"Internal force fluctuations, seven thousand six hundred and seventy-two points!"

As Master Fang Zheng's counterattack began, the internal force fluctuation data chart in Ling Jing's eyes suddenly jumped sharply, jumping directly from more than six thousand points to more than seven thousand six hundred points.

"Shaolin martial arts are really broad and profound, I didn't expect that in this era, there are still people who can cultivate their internal strength to more than 7,000 points."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Jing's eyes, in the Ming Dynasty, an era that could already be called a low-level martial artist, if he could cultivate his internal strength to an intermediate grandmaster or above, he was already a genius, but he didn't want Master Fang Zheng to be able to cultivate the "Yijin Sutra" to such a shocking level.

In the world, if it is more than internal force, I am afraid that no one can control it.

Let me go was shocked by Master Fang Zheng with the magic skill of "Yijin Jing", and his face changed drastically, and he took six steps back in a row, leaving a footprint two or three inches deep on the stone bricks with each step.

His face suddenly turned a little pale, and his right arm was slightly raised, looking very stiff.

"Shaolin Temple" Yijin Sutra"! Hehe, the old man is a teacher. Ren Xing looked at Master Fang Zheng's thin body and said in a deep voice.

"Ahem!" Master Fang Zheng covered his chest and coughed violently a few times, and said in a harmonious voice: "The Sect Master is both wise and brave, and Fang Zheng has also been taught." The words are sincere, and there is no pretentiousness at all.

If someone else said this, I would probably think that the other party was ridiculing me, but Master Fang Zheng was open-minded and didn't understand affairs, so I couldn't help but feel a little sorry when I heard it, and said with a smile: "The abbot has won the award." ”

The internal strength of both of them has reached the realm of transformation, and they are one of the most pinnacle figures in the world, and they have each taken a blow from the other party before, and they both have to stop for a while and take the opportunity to breathe to stabilize their injuries.

Outside the side hall, there was silence for a while, but there was an invisible pressure entrenched in the hearts of everyone.

The tea kung fu has passed, but no one from Master Fang Zheng and Ren Wuxing has done it again, and it seems that the injuries are not light, Chongxu Daoist suddenly walked between the two and asked, "Master, Sect Master, do you two still have the strength to do it?" ”

Master Fang Zheng said: "The internal strength of the sect master is deep, and the old man has received a palm from the sect master, if there is no moon left, I am afraid that he will not be able to take care of the injury." But he didn't say whether he could still do it, but he said that he was seriously injured.

Chong Xuan nodded, and looked at me again.

Let me move my spirit, and said with a smile: "How about this, my competition with Master Fang Zheng will be counted as a draw, regardless of victory or defeat." If I continue to compare, I'm afraid that I will need to fight with Master Fang Zheng. ”

He was previously shocked by Master Fang Zheng with the internal force of the "Yijin Sutra", and his right hand and arm were still unconscious until this moment, and his internal breath was sluggish, and he knew that if he continued to fight, the road down the mountain would be a little difficult to walk.

"This is very appropriate, and the old man has this intention." Master Fang Zheng said with his hands folded.

"Good! Since both of you agree to count as a draw, then this first game counts as a tie between us. Daoist Chongxu swept his gaze to Ling Jing and Xiang Wentian and asked, "I wonder which of you is fighting in this second battle?" ”

Master Fang Zheng and Ren Wuxing were helped down separately, and Ren Yingying supported Ren Wuxing and asked in a low voice.

Xiang Wentian suddenly sneered, took a few steps forward, pointed at Zuo Lengzen and said, "Zuo Dazhang, you didn't pick this cheap, but you are very disappointed?" Haha, this second game, I'll pick up your moves. ”

Zuo Lengchan's face sank, and said: "I have long heard that the name of "Heavenly King Laozi" asks the sky, and today I am about to learn from Your Excellency. His face was indifferent, so that people could not see the slightest clue, and they did not know what he was thinking in his heart at this time.

Ling Jing frowned and glanced at Wen Tian, he was not surprised that this person took the initiative to ask for battle. He and Xiang Wentian don't say that the hatred is as deep as the sea, but the grudge is not small, this person does not ask himself first, and he takes action without authorization, and there is nothing surprising.

"Ask for your own hardship!" Ling Jing didn't say anything to stop him, even if he knew that Xiang Wentian would definitely be defeated, it was also somewhat useful for this super-first-class master to consume a little of Zuo Lengchan's internal strength.

Seeing that Ling Jing had no objections, the Chongxu Dao Elder retreated.

Xiang Wentian was about to slash the long knife, and his face pounced on Zuo Lengchan solemnly, in fact, in terms of martial arts, he was also a well-known figure in the Rì Moon God Sect, but he still didn't dare to act cautiously against Zuo Lengchan, one of the top masters of the righteous path.

The silver light flashed, and with the sound of Huo Huo's wind, Xiang Wentian slashed directly at Zuo Lengchan's left shoulder.

Zuo Leng Zen's face did not change, and suddenly swept out diagonally to the right, and at the same time his left hand flew up, grabbing Wentian's wrist.

"How can it be so easy!" Xiang Wentian is also a person who has been in battle for a long time, and he is not in a hurry at the moment, holding the handle of the knife, poking it back, and pointing two fingers to the left Leng Zen.

Zuo Lengchan hurriedly accepted the recruitment, and when he couldn't make a move, he flew up again and kicked Xiang Wentian in the waist.

These two people changed their moves very quickly, and they had obviously become proficient in their moves to the point of being casual, and the heads of several surrounding sects looked at the two people in the field, and couldn't help but praise them in their hearts.

The two of them fought in the field, asking the heavenly sword method jīng Zhan, martial arts are actually no longer under some of the masters of the main sect, but Zuo Lengchan fought with him, and after one or twenty moves, he still seemed to be at ease, relying on palm skills, fingering to receive moves, and attack, it seemed that he didn't want to consume too much internal strength.

Xiang Wentian is more and more difficult to see, what is Zuo Lengchan's mind at the moment, he naturally sees it clearly, suddenly, shouted, his feet slammed on the ground, his body swept out like the wind, a knife slashed, facing Zuo Lengchan's middle door.

Zuo Lengchan's eyes shrank slightly, this knife was much faster than the previous moves, but he just sneered, and when the blade attacked, he suddenly clamped his palms in the middle.

"Smack!"

Xiang Wentian's long knife was clamped by Zuo Lengchan with a pair of fleshy palms, and then no matter how hard Xiang Wentian tried, he couldn't pull it out.

Xiang Wentian was in a hurry, raised his left foot and kicked to the left cold meditation.

This kind of ninth-rate trick is naturally nothing in the eyes of the people in the Demon Sect, but many of the people present are the top figures in the righteous path, and they can't help but frown secretly when they see Xiang Ask Angel making such a despicable and shameless trick.

"Shameless!"

Zuo Lengchan scolded angrily, raised his foot to dismantle the gear, and at the same time his right hand quickly swept over Xiang Wentian's knife.

"Crash!"

A layer of transparent ice crystals instantly formed on the body of the knife, and under the ice crystals, all the places that were slid by Zuo Lengzen's flesh palm were cracked.

A cold and biting chill penetrated from the knife into Xiang Wentian's palm, and then followed the meridians of his hand, reaching his heart.

As soon as the "Cold Ice True Qi" of the left head came out, Xiang Wentian was afraid that he was going to be defeated. "The people present are all masters, and their eyesight is naturally not weak, Zuo Lengchan has cultivated this kind of internal strength, and he has faintly restrained all kinds of internal kung fu, and he has won this trick from asking the sky, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to fight again.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong stood in the middle of the crowd, watching Zuo Lengchan perform this magical martial art, his eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"Give me back!"

With Zuo Lengchan's loud shout, the long knife in Xiang Wentian's hand actually shattered inch by inch, and the fragmented blade body turned into more than ten fragments and scattered all over the ground.

Xiang Wentian's face turned blue, and his lips were already bruised, obviously cold qi had entered his body and been poisoned by cold.

Zuo Lengzen's face flashed with a ruthless sè, and his left palm passed under his right arm, and a palm hit Xiang Wentian's chest, knocking him away.

"Brother Xiang!"

Ren Wuxing glanced at Zuo Lengchan coldly, flew up, took Xiang Wentian with his left hand, and his body folded in mid-air, like a wild goose, and fell back to where he was before.

"Uncle Xiang, are you alright?" Ren Yingying saw that Xiang Wentian's face was blue, her whole body trembled, and even the breath she exhaled was faintly white, and she couldn't help but ask anxiously.

"It's okay, this dog thief's icy internal strength is really amazing!" Xiang Wentianqiang laughed, only to feel that his internal breath was stagnant, and he was as if he had been frozen into ice, and his whole body stiffened.

"Don't talk yet, wait until I help you resolve the cold in your body." Let me see that Xiang Wentian's situation is not very good at this time, if this cold energy is allowed to entrench in Xiang Wentian's body, it will definitely hurt the roots.

A palm against Xiang Wentianhou's heart, the internal force penetrated into his body, and the "Star Absorbing Dafa" was run, trying to absorb and dissolve all the "cold ice true qi" of Zuo Lengchan.

Suddenly, a faint layer of white qi began to spread along the left palm of Ren Xing's wrist.

"Daddy!" Ren Yingying exclaimed in a low voice.

"It seems that this Zuo Lao'er has really practiced a great martial art." Ren Wuxing sneered, his left arm shook, and forced all the cold air in his hand out.

At this moment, I heard Zuo Lengchan say lightly in the audience: "This one, it can be regarded as our victory." ”