Late at night, Yang Dingyan fell asleep, I was practicing one move at a time in the house, suddenly, I felt a figure floating outside the window, I opened the door and hurriedly chased it.

"Let him go." Yang Dingyan muttered.

I stopped, looked at Yang Dingyan, who was half asleep, and turned back to the house.

One night passed in a flash, and the next day the sky was bright, and my heart was shaken.

Success or failure is today!

The two of us arrived in the courtyard, and today's courtyard was obviously much quieter, no one made noise, and no one exchanged ears, and their faces were as calm as water.

The more this happens, the more uncertain I feel in my heart, after all, a dog that bites doesn't bark.

Xuan Hui ascended the altar again, and sure enough, Yang Dingyan's guess was right, a few little Taoist children, carrying countless fist-sized lime bags behind Xuan Hui.

And after Xuan Hui finished talking about the rules, the reactions of the people in the audience were mixed, some deliberately unbuttoned the cuffs, some tightened the leggings, in short, everyone was gearing up, waiting for the final competition.

To be fair, a group of people randomly split into two groups. The earth-shattering drum sounded violently, and all factions showed their abilities.

At this time, I saw a familiar figure in the crowd, this person was He Bei.

At this moment, He Bei looked at me in the crowd with a smug smile on his face, and the look in his eyes was not anger, but ridicule.

What I don't understand even more is that Xuan Hui has already driven him down the mountain?

At this moment, why can he appear here in a grand manner?

He Bei's appearance gave me a sudden sense of foreboding, and I tried to control myself from looking at him, but my mind always flashed with a mocking smile on his face.

I focused on the contestants on the stage, and these people who stayed behind really lived up to their reputations, and each one had their own merits.

The eight duanjin of the Wudang faction met the Xingyi Fist of Longhu Mountain, opening and closing, and the fist was full of wind.

The Yanqing fist of Qingcheng Mountain and the eagle claw fist of the eagle claw gate are entangled together, fast in and out, come and fight.

In less than a stick of incense, countless heroes were defeated.

Of course, there's a lot more to the fight, it's just a few punches that I can name names, and there are many more punches that I haven't seen at all, let alone recognized.

At this time, my heart suddenly has no bottom, Yang Dingyan taught me a few tricks and a few styles, although I am already familiar with it, but I don't know what road on the other side, does this thing really work?

Just as I was secretly thinking about it, the little Taoist boy next to me suddenly came over and signaled me to prepare for the game.

I took a long breath, moved my muscles and bones, and strode into the ring.

And my opponent, who was in the ring at the moment, was watching me silently.

Whether you can win or not is an afterthought, and the aura can't be lost!

I held on to the railing of the ring with one hand, moved under my feet, exerted force on my waist, and a dragon turned on its side and flipped directly onto the ring.

The opponent's face was still light, he arched his hand and said softly: "Sea Toad Liu Zu faction, Duan Xu." ”

I've never heard of this sect, maybe it's a small sect?

I also replied, "Breeze view, meditation silence." ”

A gong sounded suddenly, and Duan Xuan did not hesitate at all, and rushed towards me. It's just that Duan Xu's routines seem to be different from other martial arts.

It stands to reason that no matter which school, which school of kung fu, there must be a fight before the fight, which is called "starting the momentum" in martial arts

Duan Xuan was different, not only did he not have any posture, but the whole person pounced directly, acting like a street fight, but he pounced beside me, didn't move at all, just kept circling around me.

I knew that this road was weird, so I didn't dare to be careless, let alone make a rash move.

What Yang Dingyan taught is that if you punch on the opposite side, how can I resolve it on my side, but if you don't punch on the other side, what should I do? I can't just throw myself like a tumbler, can I?

This competition between the two of us should be the most boring in the audience, both sides only stayed in the tentative stage, and the scene instantly became tepid.

At this time, I found that he was stepping on Tiangangbu, which was even more strange.

Tiangang step, is the Taoist practice to exorcise evil spirits, a total of seventy-two steps, step by step for the camp, implying seventy-two Tiangang star, so it is named.

I'm not a ghost, what does it mean to use this number of steps?

I looked at his feet, and then at his face, and didn't give me much time to react, Duan Xu's feet flickered, his hands pulled horizontally, and suddenly attacked.

I instinctively used my Laoshan fist to pick it up, my left hand turned into a palm, my right hand clenched into a fist, a fist and a palm, unceremoniously met Duan Xu's fist, the two fists of both sides met, and we both took a few steps back.

Duan Xuan jumped in the air and smashed down against my Heavenly Spirit Gai, I saw the opportunity, grabbed his right arm violently, riveted all my strength, and threw him behind me.

But it was me who was thrown away! On the other hand, Duan Xu's body only stumbled slightly, and it was no big deal.

Before I could get up, Duan Xuan chased after him, leaving an afterimage in the air with both hands at a very fast speed, and I tried everything I could, but I couldn't touch his vital point.

If this course of affairs continues, I will definitely lose!