"Wu Zen?"

As soon as Yuankong's words came out, it immediately caused an uproar in the martial arts.

Wu Chan monk, the youngest master in the history of Shaolin Dharma Academy, is one of the few martial arts geniuses in the world who can practice the Yi Jin Sutra, although Wu Chan is not out of Shaolin on weekdays, and has never heard of anyone who has seen Wu Chan shoot with his own eyes, but only by virtue of the "Dharma Academy" and "Yi Jin Sutra" these two terrifying names, it is enough to establish the status of Wu Chan in the ambition of the rivers and lakes.

"Dare to ask Master Yuankong......" Lu Tingxiang asked hesitantly, "I don't know how many masters in your temple are called Wuzen?"

Yuankong said: "Wu Chan is Wu Chan, only this one." Why did Lord Lu ask this?"

"Hehe......" Lu Tingxiang laughed dryly twice, as if to hide the fluctuations in his heart, and said, "Su Wen Wuzen master is superb in martial arts, and he has practiced the first Shaolin Yijin Sutra like fire and innocence, if he can see the divine power of the Yijin Sutra with his own eyes today, Lu will also be considered fortunate in three lives." ”

Lu Tingxiang mentioned the "Yijin Sutra" so bluntly, one of his purposes was also to remind Qin San in the ring, so that he must be careful to deal with it, after all, he will no longer face Zhou Mu, Xun Zaishan and the like, but the number one master among the young disciples of Shaolin, the world's martial ancestor.

"Wu Zen. Yuankong ignored everyone's different eyes, and said lightly to the little monk beside him with clear eyebrows, "You come to the stage to have a discussion with Lord Qin, remember to stop at the point, don't hurt people's lives!"

"Yes, Uncle Shi!" Wu Chan got up unhurriedly, bowed to Yuankong and Yuanku with a respectful face, and then slowly walked towards the ring under the curious eyes of everyone.

A coarse cloth monk's robe, two monk shoes, and nothing else on his body, his appearance is white and clean, his demeanor is gentle, and he is slightly shy and immature between his eyebrows, which is the best interpretation of Wu Zen.

In front of everyone's eyes, Wu Chan walked to the ring and stood still, folded his hands and bowed respectfully to Qin San on the stage, and said: "The little monk does not dare to ask for advice, and I hope that Qin Shi's subordinates will show mercy." ”

"Little master, please come up and speak!" Qin San is a man who is thick on the outside and thin on the inside, and he naturally does not dare to underestimate the famous Wu Chan, and his words are much more polite than Zhou Mu and Xun Zaishan.

Wu Chan nodded slightly, and then stretched his legs slightly, and his body jumped into the ring like a light catkins.

Teng Qin'er, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, played with the green snake in her hand, and asked Xiang Tengcang with great interest, "Elder, is this little monk as powerful as rumored? Why do I think that Qin Sanye seems to be a little nervous?"

"The Yijin Sutra is the world's first internal strength method, Wu Chan practiced the Yi Jin Sutra at a young age, how can it not be powerful?" Teng Cang explained with a solemn face, "Sending Wu Zen so soon, it seems that the six major parties are bound to win the wind and rain, and they don't plan to give us any more chances." ”

Teng Qin'er couldn't help but smash her red lips a few times, and said, "No, look at his dumb look......

"Don't talk nonsense. Teng Cang interrupted coldly.

Hearing this, Teng Qin'er stuck out her tongue in disdain, then changed her words, and asked with a smile: "The elder is well-informed, there is one thing I have never understood, you said that these monks of Shaolin Temple should not be able to get close to women for the rest ......of their lives, right?

Before Teng Qin'er finished speaking, Teng Cang's eyes that wanted to kill were already staring at her, so frightened that Teng Qin'er hurriedly swallowed back the words raw, and at the same time couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.

In the ring, Qin San was not in a hurry to make a move, but slowly circled around Wu Chan a few times, seeing Wu Chan from head to toe, from front to back, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see that Wu Chan was the slightest bit outstanding.

"Third brother, be careful. Qin Da, who was sitting on the sidelines, reminded him uneasily, and his rough voice was particularly loud in the quiet martial arts.

Qin San nodded carelessly, stared cautiously at Wu Chan who was standing quietly in front of him with a pair of tiger eyes, and said: "Little master, Qin is a rough person, not as good as you outsiders, but the sword has no eyes, if Qin has any offense later, I hope that the little master will not blame." ”

"Amitabha, since the little monk is already standing in the ring, then he no longer belongs to the outsider at this moment, and Master Qin doesn't have to worry. "Wu Zen is still the same fixed appearance of looking at the nose, nose and mouth, and mouth and heart, with his head hanging slightly, his hands folded, and his words and deeds are all humble and polite.

"That'...... Qin is offended!"

Qin San shouted suddenly, and took advantage of Wu Chan's unpreparedness to quickly swing his knife and slash straight at Wu Chan's head. In the face of the sudden attack, Wu Chan just sighed lightly "sin" in his mouth, and then his feet were wrong, and his body turned around, and the sharp blade with a fierce and incomparably strong energy flashed against Wu Chan's body, and the strength blew Wu Chan's monk robe into a sharp tremble, but the blade did not hurt Wu Chan in the slightest.

Qin San seemed to have expected that Wu Chan would dodge this knife, so before the blade landed, he flipped his wrist, and the sharp blade slashed horizontally towards Wu Chan's lower abdomen, because the distance between the blade and Wu Chan's lower abdomen was almost negligible, so it was simply wishful thinking for Wu Chan to find a chance to dodge at this moment.

Seeing this scene, everyone watching the battle let out an exclamation, and many people secretly regretted that Wu Chan was too underestimated by the enemy.

Just when Qin San thought that he was about to succeed, his Burning Sun Knife was as if it had hit a piece of stainless steel pig iron when it touched Wu Chan's soft monk's robe. With a loud "clang" sound, the Burning Sun Knife was actually shaken open, and even Qin San's arm holding the knife was painful and numb.

At this time, blood was overflowing from the tiger's mouth in Qin San's right hand, which showed how strong and powerful it was just now.

Qin San was shocked back a few steps in a row, and when he stabilized his body and raised his eyes to look at Wu Chan, he saw that Wu Chan was still standing quietly in place, his eyes were calm, and even Wu Chan's monk robe had not been broken by the Burning Sun Knife. On the other hand, looking at the Burning Sun Knife in Qin San's hand, there was a deep gap left on the hard blade at some point.

This scene surprised everyone present to the point of almost suffocation, and the eyes that looked at Wu Chan one by one were like looking at a monster, and even a top master like Luo Tianjin couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw this scene.

"Golden bell jar!" Deng Changchuan exclaimed, he turned his head to look at Luo Tianjin in disbelief, and said in a trembling tone, "Mansion Master, can you see that the trick of the little monk Wu Chan just now was clearly the golden bell jar, externalizing his own internal force to half a foot away from his body, and stubbornly carrying Qin San's Burning Sun Knife unscathed. ”

Hearing Deng Changchuan's emotion, Liu Xunyi couldn't help but be shocked, "Golden Bell Jar" and "Externalization of Internal Force" are all words he has seen in martial arts classics, but when he sees it, in fact, such martial arts have always existed in Liu Xunyi's legend of looking up, and he has never been in deep contact with it at all. At least the hand that Wu Chan had just exerted, Liu Xunyi asked himself that it was impossible to do it. At the same time, there was a little admiration in his eyes when he looked at Wu Zen.

Luo Tianjin sighed with emotion, but the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a smile, and said lightly: "The external release of internal force requires six internal forces, and the externalization of internal force requires nine internal forces to achieve. The triple internal force is like a candle, the sixfold internal force is like a star, and the ninefold internal force is like the moon...... I really didn't expect that Wu Chan's depth of internal strength at such a young age would not be inferior to mine, which is really incredible. It seems that today's stormy rain map is none other than the Shaolin faction. ”

"No solution!"

At the same time, Sikong Zhu's answer to Lu Tingxiang was only these two words, and in the face of Lu Tingxiang's solemn look, Sikong Zhu sighed and said: "Childe, the Yi Jin Jing of Wu Zen has been practiced to the fullest, not to mention that it is invincible among the younger generation, even if it is afraid that it is difficult to meet opponents in the entire rivers and lakes! The monk Yuankong was trying to test it, he saw through Qin San's mind to stand up with the power of thunder, so he used his way to govern his body, and now sent a strong Wu Chan in the younger generation to stand on the stage, his intention is also to establish authority to us, as long as the young disciples here are not fools, they are only afraid of ...... I'm afraid that no one will be stupid enough to think that they can go up and defeat Wuzen. ”

Lu Tingxiang couldn't help but tremble a few times when he heard this, and said gloomily: "Because of this, I want to get the Storm and Rain Diagram and practice the Golden Feather Divine Skill, only by practicing the Golden Feather Divine Skill can I be like Wu Zen, I can practice a pure and profound internal force at a young age, and truly compete with Luo Tianjin, their predecessors in the rivers and lakes." Although I and Luo Tianjin, Zhong Limu and others were enshrined as the twelve heroes of martial arts, but in fact I am far from their martial arts, among the twelve heroes, I am the weakest, I can be ranked in nothing more than the shadow of my grandfather and father, these years I am not worthy of the name, day and night fearful, for fear of insulting the prestige of Jiangnan Lufu. Saying that, Lu Tingxiang's eyes gloomily glanced at Mo Cen in the distance, and said in a low voice, "And this Mo senior, my father is kind to him, and I treat him well, for many years he has eaten my Lu family, drank my Lu family, and taken my Lu family, but he refused to show me the picture of the wind and rain, even if I begged him in every possible way, he was unmoved, but in the end, it was because he was old and had a son, and he had to consider the safety of his son, so he was extremely reluctant to hand over this picture." ”

"I handed over the map, but I didn't expect to make such a big move. Sikong Zhu continued, "Although he swore to give this picture to his son before, Mo Cen had already expected that once the Golden Basin Handwashing Conference was held, the various sects and factions would definitely not watch him transfer the picture to the Lu Mansion, to put it bluntly, this farce was expected by Mo Cen a long time ago, and he also intended to create it." Its purpose is to tell the people of the world that the Storm and Rain Diagram will no longer belong to him Mo Cen from today onwards, and all grievances and grievances should not go to him again. ”

"What a thief!" Lu Tingxiang said in an unkind tone, "He exempted himself from worries, but let us fight for a head and bleed, and forgot all my father's kindness to him." If you successfully get the Storm and Rain Map today, it will be fine, but if you don't get it in the end, ......" Lu Tingxiang's words came to an abrupt end here, but Sikong Zhu already understood the meaning of his words.

In the ring at this moment, Qin San fought with Wu Chan for more than seventy rounds. It is said that it is a competition, but in fact, it is Qin San's attack and Zen defense, and Wu Chan has never taken the initiative to attack Qin San once from beginning to end.

But even so, Qin San still became more and more frightened the more he fought, because he had already used all the killing moves he was most familiar with in the more than seventy rounds just now, but it was still difficult to shake Wu Chan's golden bell jar, and even Wu Chan's monk robe was not injured for half a point.

"If you don't fight, you won't fight!" Qin San in the ring waved his hand and said urgently, "If I continue to fight like this, I won't be able to hurt you even if I am tired to death." The little master really has deep internal skills, just defending and not attacking has already made me tired and half dead, Qin San, I think I have no way to deal with you, I admit defeat!"

Qin San was also a cheerful person, and after saying this, he didn't pay attention to everyone's surprised eyes, but he actually took the initiative to jump out of the ring and strode towards the sidelines.

"Amitabha, Lord Qin Shi has conceded!" Wu Chan seemed to be secretly relieved to see Qin San take the initiative to admit defeat, folded his hands, and bowed slightly towards Qin San respectfully.

"I didn't let you, I really can't do anything about you, I'm tired and aggrieved, it's better not to fight!" Qin San, who was sitting on the sidelines, waved his hand with a big grin while sipping tea.

"That's the case, then I don't know who else is willing to go on stage and fight with the little master of Wuzen?" Although Lu Tingxiang was unhappy in his heart, this was his mansion after all, and some things had to be done by him. Lu Tingxiang looked around at Song Yu, Tang Cheng and the others, and a hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.

"If Shaolin gets this picture, then it is inconvenient for us to fight again. The Third Elder of Kunlun said in a loud voice.

"That's what I mean. Master Miao An nodded in agreement.

With the Kunlun Emei faction taking the lead, Qingcheng and Wudang, who had already communicated with each other in advance, naturally would not send people to the stage to compete for the map. As for Kongtong, although the teacher is not good, but this picture finally did not fall into the hands of the opponent, for many years the six major sects are like a family, and now Wuzen is one when ten, which is also regarded as a city for Kongtong.

Seeing that no one had come forward to challenge for a long time, Lu Tingxiang couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, and immediately wanted to fight Wu Chan in person, but before he could open his mouth, a crisp and joking voice suddenly sounded on the sidelines.

"Since no one wants to learn from the little master of Wuzen, it is better to let the little girl go up and try it!"

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