Qi Fang and the others went down the mountain, and it didn't take long for them to come to the battlefield.

At this time, the two sides are facing each other on a flat slope halfway up the mountain, one of them is the Mingjiao people, headed by Yang Xiao, Tsing Yi Bat King Wei Yixiao and Wusanren, and the other side is Wudang and Shaolin, the Wudang faction is headed by the Wudang Five Heroes, and the Shaolin faction is headed by three senior monks who "see" the word.

There was no fierce fighting between the two sides, and there was only a fight between the two at the moment, and it seemed that the victory was decided by a competition.

Qi Fang came to the slope, and saw Song Yuanqiao and Budai Monk said that they were fighting, it seemed that the two had been fighting for a while, only to see Song Yuanqiao holding a long sword to say that he could not stab thirteen swords in a row, the sword light was cold, as fast as lightning, and the moves were like antelope hanging horns, and each sword pointed to the Shenmen acupoint that could not be said to be wrists.

It is impossible to say that the internal force is infused into the Qiankun air bag, and a mouthful of cloth bags that look useless are used as shields, long whips, wooden sticks, and pennants.

But Song Yuanqiao was extremely fast, and the sword momentum was extremely ingenious, but in the end, the three swords were forced to let go and let go of the cloth bag.

"Brush!"

Song Yuanqiao picked up a bag of air with a sword, stretched out his ape arm and copied it in his hand, and then threw the cloth bag to the unspeakable, and said: "In this field, Song took advantage of the blade, and he didn't win the martial arts, let's compare the fists and feet again." ”

As he spoke, he flung the long sword backwards and flew into the hands of a Wudang disciple.

I can't say that he looks like Maitreya Buddha, and his laughter is very similar, so he laughed twice and said: "The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen really live up to its reputation, Song Daxia is bright and upright, and he is humble, so he can't be very impressed, let the monk learn Wudang palm again today." ”

He wrapped the cloth bag around his waist and punched out with a "bang", but the punch was extremely strong, like a thunderbolt.

Song Yuanqiao put on a green pine welcome gesture, responded to the enemy with Wudang Mian's palm, and his palm was on his fist, a pull, a lead, and he would vent the unspeakable fist strength, and at the same time slap it with his backpalm.

These two people, one makes a set of strong and powerful punches, each punch can play explosive energy, and the other makes four or two thousand pounds of cotton palms, with softness to overcome rigidity, in the silent place to listen to thunder.

The two fought for more than 20 moves, Song Yuanqiao grabbed a flaw in the opponent, and his arm was "snapped" like a long whip, pumping on the side of his waist, and he shouted softly: "Fall!" ”

He took three steps back, each step made an inch-deep footprint on the ground, and after three steps, his body shook from side to side like a tumbler twice, each time it seemed to lie on the ground, but it didn't fall.

Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but let out a light 'huh' and said, "The master is so clever in internal skills. ”

I can't say that I can take a long breath and say: "Wudang's swordsmanship and boxing skills are the best in ancient and modern times, and I can't admire it, and I lose it convincingly." ”

Song Yuanqiao hugged his fists and said: "Accept, accept." ”

At this time, a person came out of the monk pile of Shaolin Temple, who was the contemporary host of Shaolin Temple, Master Kongwen, he said: "You lost the first game, and the second game was fought by Lao Gao, I don't know which one of your sects will be instructed?" ”

I saw a flash of green shadows, and a tall and thin middle-aged man appeared in the field, and said, "In the second game, Wei will come to learn Shaolin's magic skills." ”

Kong Wen said: "It turned out to be one of the four major guardian kings of Mingjiao, the Tsing Yi Bat King, the Bat King's light skills are the best in martial arts, and the old man is inferior, but today it is compared to the fist and foot kung fu, but I don't know how the bat king's fist and foot kung fu is." ”

Wei Yi smiled and said, "It's more than enough to beat the old monk." ”

Before the words fell, Wei Yixiao had already circled behind Kong Wen, and his arm grabbed his shoulder.

Kongwen didn't reply, his palm flipped over, and the palm of "bang" hit back.

Wei Yixiao didn't catch the empty smell, he felt a force crushing towards him, hurriedly stopped his body, instantly changed from advancing to retreating, there was no pause between the transformation of the body method, like flowing water, and returned to the original position in the blink of an eye, as if he had never moved, if he was a person with slightly poor eyesight, I am afraid that he would not be able to see the changes at all.

Wei Yixiao's face sank, and he said in a condensed voice: "Prajna palm!" ”

Kongwen clasped his hands together and said, "Yes, it is Shaolin Praruo's palm." ”

Prajna palm is one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, and it can also be ranked in the forefront of many palm techniques, and the biggest feature of this palm is that it is peaceful and peaceful, and there is no end to learning. In general, this is a palm technique that can be practiced for a lifetime, no matter when it is practiced, it will not reach the end, the more you practice, the stronger it becomes, there is no limit.

Wei Yi smiled and said, "The monk is so powerful. ”

Kongwen said: "The light skill of the Bat King is also good. ”

Wei Yi smiled and said, "Come again." ”

Before the words fell, Wei Yixiao stepped forward again, his body was like a ghost, silent, unpredictable, coming and going like electricity, sometimes in front, sometimes in the back, dazzling.

For a while, the audience was full of cyan figures, and Jian Zhen seemed to have seven or eight Wei Yixiao at the same time.

The empty smell is as steady as Mount Tai, with the same to respond to all changes, palm after palm slowly out, "bang" gas explosion sound is endless, there is a white mist rising above the head, obviously has used all his strength.

Zhou Zhiruo stared at the middle of the field without blinking, and asked in a low voice, "Senior, do you think which of them will win?" ”

Qi Fang said: "It's hard to say, the light skills of the Tsing Yi Bat King are the best in the rivers and lakes, and he can advance or retreat, but his fists and feet are obviously weaker than Kongwen, and he doesn't dare to come forward and fight in close quarters." The empty smell of Pranya palm is perfect, and he protects his whole body with a pair of fleshy palms, but he doesn't dare to move, as long as he moves one step, he will reveal flaws, and he can only defend instead of attacking. Now it's a matter of who has the deepest skills and who can hold on longer. But ......"

Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly asked, "But what?" ”

Qi Fang said: "However, Wei Yixiao's body is sick, it is said that he made a mistake in his practice when he was young, and the cold yin poison accumulated in the meridians, and as soon as he used the internal force cold poison, he would attack, I am afraid that he may not be able to last too long." Now it depends on whether he can catch the flaws of the empty smell before the cold poison attacks. ”

When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, she stopped talking and continued to stare at the field.

Change happens in the next moment!

The others didn't see the changes on the field at all, only heard a "bang", Wei Yixiao flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, his face was blue, and he trembled, as if he was in the ice and snow, his lips were frozen to blue and purple, he kept shivering, and his hair and clothes were covered with a layer of white frost.

Seeing this, Zhou Dian and Peng Yingyu, who were among the five scattered people, hurriedly came behind him, and one person and one palm pressed against his back, and luckily removed the cold poison for him.

Wei Yixiao's cold poison has been accumulated in his body for a long time, and with the skills of Zhou Dian and Peng Yingyu, he couldn't suppress it, and the yin qi counterattacked, climbing along the arms of the two. From the outside, the palms and arms of the two also turned blue, and hoarfrost also covered them.

Peng Yingyu shouted: "This time the old bat is really desperate, we can't hold it down, come and help." ”

Zhou Dian trembled and said: "Yes, yes, the old bat is desperate, and it will affect us." ”

Zhang Zhong, the person of the Iron Crown Dao, and Leng Qian, the gentleman of the cold face, also hurriedly sat behind the two, pressed their palms on the backs of Peng Yingyu and Zhou Dian, and worked together with the strength of the four of them to barely control the cold poison.

In the middle of the field, a Shaolin monk stood up and said loudly: "The result is already obvious, we won this game." ”

Another monk said: "Yes, our abbot is merciful and did not kill him, otherwise the last palm would have killed the surnamed Wei." ”

At this time, the abbot of Kongwen said the Buddha's name, and said: "Amitabha, there is no need to argue, but this one is the old man's defeat." In the last palm, although the old man hit Lord Wei Shi, the Bat King used the supreme light skill to reduce most of his strength, and it was no big deal, and he still had the strength to fight again, but the cold poison attacked, so he couldn't do it. And ......"

Speaking of this, he heard a crisp sound of "click", and a Buddhist bead on Kongwen's chest suddenly cracked into four or five petals, fell off the bead string, and fell at his feet.

Kong Wen continued: "At the last moment, the Bat King crushed the Buddha bead on Lao Qu's body with his fingers, if this finger was not pinched on the Buddha bead, Lao Qu probably would not have the strength to fight again. ”

At this time, Wei Yixiao was no longer trembling, although his face was still blue, he was able to speak, and said in a trembling voice: "Abbot doesn't need to ...... Don't be humble...... That palm only took three ...... Sancheng Force...... Otherwise, the old bat is ...... It's dead. ”

At this time, Yang Xiao spoke: "The two of you don't have to fight anymore, this one will be a draw, how about it?" ”

Song Yuanqiao said: "Yang Zuo's envoy is right, the light skill of the Bat King is rare in the world, and the palm technique of the master of empty news is also exquisite. The strength of the two is inseparable, so let's make a draw this time. ”

"Amitabha." There is no objection to the Buddha's name.

Yang Xiao said: "Since everyone has no objections, then this one will be counted as a tie." The third game was played by Yang, and I don't know which of the masters of Wudang and Shaolin came to teach. ”

When the people of Wudang and Shaolin heard this, their faces all became solemn.

Among the Ming Sect, the highest status and strength is naturally the sect leader, and below is the left and right two envoys and the four great Dharma kings, of which the left and right two envoys are still ranked above the four great Dharma kings.

The abbot of Kongwen is already the most powerful of the Shaolin and Wudang factions, even Song Yuanqiao may not be stronger than Kongwen, but he only has a tie with the last of the four Dharma kings, the Tsing Yi Bat King.

Now that Yang Xiao is in the battle of the Bright Left, who can be the enemy among the two factions?

Song Yuanqiao chuckled lightly and said, "Let Song come and understand the ...... of the Bright Left Envoy."

Yu Yuanyan, who ranked second among the Wudang Seven Heroes, said: "Senior brother, you have already fought with the unspeakable master, and your skills are somewhat consumed, so let me come this one." ”

Song Yuanqiao hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, junior brother, you do your best." ”

At this time, a young voice sounded: "Master Uncle, Second Master Uncle, it's better to let Wuji come this time." ”

Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts, which junior is this, so ignorant of the height of the sky, he dares to go against the left envoy of light, he is simply out to find death.

The next moment, I saw a young man walking out of the Wudang disciples, and this person was Zhang Wuji.

"Wuji, you ......" Song Yuanqiao's expression was a little surprised, because even he didn't know how deep Zhang Wuji's skills were.

"Uncle Master, please rest assured, Mowgli will not be strong." Zhang Wuji looked confident.

"That'...... Okay, Mowgli, be careful. Song Yuan Bridge Road.

"Yes, little nephew understands."

Zhang Wuji responded, walked to the middle of the field, hugged his fist to Yang Xiao, and said, "In the next Zhang Wuji, come to teach Yang Zuo's divine skills." ”

Yang looked at him calmly and said, "Your name is Zhang Wuji, Zhang Cuishan's son?" ”

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

Yang Xiao waved his hand and said, "You don't have to fight this one, Yang admits defeat." ”

"What!?"

Many people couldn't help but exclaim.

What's going on?

Could it be that this young man is really a master, so that Yang Zuo will surrender without a fight.

Yang Xiao explained: "Six years ago, Little Brother Zhang escorted the little girl to Kunlun Mountain without regrets, and Yang Xiao owes you a great favor. There is no need to compare this one, Yang admits defeat. ”

"I see."

"It's not that Yang Zuo can't beat this young man, but he owes this young man a favor."

"Yang Zuo owes him a favor, which is equivalent to Mingjiao owing him a favor, and it doesn't hurt to admit defeat this time."

"Everyone has three battles, if the Mingjiao wins, then the Wudang faction and the Shaolin Temple will close the mountain and close the temple. If Wudang and Shaolin won, Mingjiao will let them go down the mountain. Now three games, one win, one loss and one draw, how to decide? ”

The crowd whispered.