Chapter 5

On the martial arts field, Wang Bo and Sun Yat-sen, who was known as the "invincible iron fist", stood more than ten steps apart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Bo was a very handsome young man, with a well-proportioned figure, slender limbs, and a white robe, which made him even more heroic. On the other hand, Sun Yat-sen, who was opposite him, was dressed in a short costume, no different from an ordinary martial artist. But when Sun Yat-sen stood still, no one could treat him as an ordinary martial artist, and the cyan battle aura that rose to the sky made everyone in the viewing field understand that he, Sun Yat-sen, was an impeccable powerhouse!

"How powerful is that?" Li Shimin muttered to himself: "This is already the level of the world's first-class masters. ”

Generally speaking, compared with ordinary people, third-rate masters have greater strength, reaction and speed under the bonus of true qi. When the true qi is full and can be released from the body to form a sword qi sword gang or something, it is a second-rate master. As for the next level, if you can add certain qualities to your true qi to form a special effect, you will enter the realm of a first-class master. Further up, Li Shimin knew it but didn't know why he comprehended the avenue of heaven and earth.

Although Sun Yat-sen didn't make a move, he couldn't see any special effects, but the breathtaking cyan battle aura was more than three feet away from his body, and this hand alone was far superior to many martial artists who had just stepped into the first-class, which could make people include him in the list of first-class masters.

Wang Bo saw this cyan battle qi, his eyes tightened, he took a deep breath, pressed his left hand on the scabbard, and three feet of cold light shot out. Immediately stepped forward, the ape arm lightly picked up the sword, the sword momentum was raised diagonally, and the sword qi shot directly into Sun Yat-sen's upper body.

Sun Yat-sen was still expressionless in the face of the sword qi that rushed straight forward, and his left arm pulled out a semicircle in front of him, blocking all the sword qi. At this time, Wang Bo had jumped to the top of Sun Yat-sen's head, only to see him let out a long roar, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the momentum that had reached the peak skyrocketed again, and the three-foot Qingfeng slashed down, which was the fierce and uncast "Changbai Haoyue" in the sword moves of the Changbai faction. Abandoning all the changes and later moves, this move "Changbai Haoyue" is very different from the Changbai faction's tricks, which has always been strange, dangerous, and treacherous, and it is a rare fierce move in the Changbai faction. As soon as this trick came out, there were exclamations all around.

Striking at the head, Sun Yat-sen's face was finally moved, he bent down and squatted slightly, the cyan battle qi surged out wantonly, the ground under his feet sank, and then he swung his right fist into the sky with his strength. A white glow flashed from his right fist, colliding with the tip of the sword falling from the sky. In the spectacle of blue sky and white sun, the fist that shone with white light came into contact with the sword that was rapidly slashing, and it burst into a dazzling light and made a loud noise. If Wang Bo's shouting just now was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the sound at this time was a real thunderbolt, and everyone around the earthquake was dizzy, and even many people were weak in their footsteps and almost fell to the ground.

As soon as the two of them joined on the field, Wang Bo bounced up with the power of Sun Yat-sen's punch, fell again, and no longer collided with that pair of iron fists. He kept wandering around Sun Yat-sen, who was standing still, and a sword was as fast as a sword. Although Sun Yat-sen's punches were not as fast as Wang Bo's, every punch was unhurried and could be seen clearly, but he could block the incoming sword moves one by one.

"Alas," Fahai let out a long sigh of relief.

"What are you sighing for?" Li Yuanji, who was watching with relish, asked dissatisfiedly.

"In the first move just now, Wang Bo actually lost." Fahai explained: "From the beginning, he used the most fierce tricks of the Changbai faction, wanting to defeat the opponent with strength and integrity. It's a pity that the opponent is better and blocked his move. At that time, he should have thrown in the towel, and now he is just holding on. If he had used the wandering tactics at the beginning, he might have been able to hold out for a little longer, and now the defeat was just a matter of seconds. ”

As if to annotate the words of Monk Fahai, there was a crisp sound on the field, and the stainless steel long sword in Wang Bo's hand was broken into two, and the tip of the sword flew upward, then fell, and was inserted into the ground. Although there was no blood at the corner of Wang Bo's mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and his hands kept trembling. A discerning person can tell at a glance who wins and who loses.

Sun Yat-sen was still like that, and said expressionlessly: "I agreed." ”

"Good, good, good!" Wang Bo said a few good words in a row, and he didn't know if it was because of serious internal injuries or because he was angry because of the defeat, but he threw the half of the long sword in his hand on the ground, pressed his right hand to his chest and said hatefully: "In the future, our Changbai faction will no longer ask about this matter in the north of the city." However, today's defeat is just that Wang Bo is not good at learning and art, and he has insulted the prestige of his master, and someone from his Changbai faction will definitely come to ask for advice. ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and brushed his sleeves away. The people of the same faction behind him let out a few cruel words, and they also dispersed cleanly. The other people around all gathered around to congratulate the victorious Deputy Pavilion Master Sun, saying that they hoped to take care of them in the future.

Standing outside the crowd, Li Yuanba asked Fahai: "This deputy hall master is so powerful, master, do you know what kind of martial arts he uses?"

"This ......." Fahai looked bitter and said hesitantly: "He doesn't have any fixed tricks, it looks like it's just some ordinary punches and kicks, but the strength of the punch is very strange, probably ........ Possible......... Maybe ........."

"That's a martial art called "Baquan". Someone next to him suddenly spoke up.

"Who?" Fahai let out a loud shout, turned around and stared fiercely at the person who spoke.

Li Shimin was also secretly frightened in his heart, the Heavenly Demon God Slayer Method was the best at hiding his breath and perception, but he was deceived so close that he didn't even notice Fahai before he opened his mouth, and the high martial arts of the person who came can be imagined.

"Below is the owner of this "free door". "The man who came was about forty years old, dressed in a blue Confucian robe, and looked like a scribe who had read poetry and books, gentle and elegant, but with a resolute look between his eyebrows, which made people feel good at the sight.

Seeing that several people were looking at themselves, the person who came bowed and said: "The name of my junior brother's martial arts is called "Baquan", which looks fierce and domineering, but it is not. Alas, my junior brother actually didn't practice to the right path. ”

"Wow, it's so powerful if you don't practice well, wouldn't it be even more powerful if you practiced well?" Li Yuanba exclaimed: "Uncle, if you enter your free door, can you learn this kung fu?" ”

"I am free to teach disciples in an eclectic way, as long as I worship the disciples, I can teach them." The middle-aged man smiled gently: "What, do you little sons have any intentions?" ”

"Phew!" Monk Fahai spat on the ground and said viciously: "They have their own teachings, and the magic skills of my Shaolin sect are world-famous, so there is no need to bother the hall master." ”

"Heh," the middle-aged man chuckled and said, "The master's martial arts are very good, and the prestige of the Shaolin School is also like thunder." But the so-called stones of other mountains can attack jade. It doesn't hurt to listen more and see more. Besides, we are not a famous sect, and we don't take the status of master and apprentice too seriously. If a few young men don't want to come under my door, they can also come and listen. ”

"Really?" Monk Fahai asked suspiciously.

Li Shimin ignored the vigilant look on the face of Monk Fahai on the side, and said to the middle-aged man: "Then it will be troublesome to the hall master in the future." By the way, I still don't know the name of the owner of the museum? ”

The middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, smiling, as noble as a plum in the snow in the cold winter, and said: "Under the surname Lu, the single name is a wandering character, and the number is Weng." ”