Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng did not respond, Xuan Ci was helpless, although he had the heart to help the sweeping monk, but looking at his own line, martial arts were too far away from the two, and when the time came, mixing in would not only not help much, but would drag his companions back. Originally, Xuan Cheng was the best candidate, and with his skills, he should be qualified to join the battle, but it was a pity that he was injured under that monk during the day.

As soon as he thought of this, Xuan Ci was a little indignant, all of this was really Wudang's trick, first colluding with the Demon Sect Leader and the Western Regions monks to hurt the Shaolin masters, weakening the strength of Shaolin, so that he could sneak in in the middle of the night.

At this time, there was silence around, and a group of Shaolin masters looked at the two people in front of them, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

The general masters of the rivers and lakes make moves, every move and one style are often famous, you come to a move to descend the dragon eighteen palms, how do I have to use Dugu Nine Swords to deal with it, you come and go, are all famous moves on the rivers and lakes, but these two people in front of them completely broke everyone's understanding.

The sweeping monk patted lightly, no one recognized what his trick was, it looked ordinary, as if a random country farmer could easily avoid it with a slight step to the side, but Zhang Sanfeng was like a big enemy, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, but punched the palm of the opponent's hand.

If Song Qingshu is here, he will inevitably sigh, how great Murong Bo's martial arts are in the original work, in the face of this beat, he chose to raise his hand to block, and his body floated out backwards, Gusu Murong's family martial arts is already extraordinary, and after studying the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, it is like a tiger with wings, a hand raised, a floating body, it seems to be unremarkable, but it is a palm to block all the attacks in the world, a retreat to flash any pursuit in the world, the defensive position is strict and elegant, it can be said that it is exhaustive, and it is not to be added.

But despite this, he was gently slapped on the Baihui acupoint by the sweeping monk, and he died of anger!

Zhang Sanfeng had never seen this move, but his hundred years of experience made him keenly aware of the crisis, and instead of choosing to dodge like Murong Bo, he rose to the challenge and broke it with one punch.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's punch, the Shaolin monks exclaimed again, they couldn't understand the sweeping monk's moves, and they also couldn't recognize the name of his punch, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: Martial arts are at this level, how can they care about any moves, often a palm, a beat, or a kick, the most ordinary movements, can control most of the masters in the world.

Throughout Jin Yong's fourteen novels, only Zhang Sanfeng and the sweeping monk have reached this realm, and other masters, whether it is Zhang Wuji, who has a martial arts configuration against the sky, or Shi Potian, the protagonist of fantasy, they always need moves against the enemy, and it is not uncommon to meet top masters and fight dozens or hundreds of rounds, but only Zhang Sanfeng and the sweeping monk, only one or two shots, all of them are one move to defeat the enemy, and they can't see that their moves have any reputation.

Zhang Sanfeng grabbed it, subdued the two elders of Xuan Ming with one move, and faced the sneak attack of Gangxiang in the back, and killed him with one palm after being seriously injured;

Zhang Wuji and Guo Jing, these protagonists, every move and style are often famous, either the great shift of the universe or the eighteen palms of the dragon, but who can say what Zhang Sanfeng's grasp is, what kind of palm is that palm?

When martial arts reach their level, the effect achieved by ordinary moves is far better than the various magic skills of those protagonists.

Two of you, you punch me and kick, the people around you can't understand the mystery at first glance, and it often takes a long time to understand, the situation at that time is the most perfect way to deal with it, but at this time people have passed dozens of moves, during which the moves of the two people naturally did not see.

The sweeping monk's eyes swept away, and he knew the current situation well, and saw that Shaolin had a numerical advantage, but it could not be transformed into a victory, and he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart. If it was usual, Zhang Sanfeng was at a loss today, and the opportunity was rare, so he moved to take the opportunity to leave the other party here, and suddenly thought of an idea in his heart, and his body deceived Zhang Sanfeng's arms, forcing the other party to fight with internal force.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, the other party's move is not impossible to avoid, but if you avoid it, you will lose the opportunity, the opponent's martial arts are not under him, and when the time comes, the continuous attacks will follow, and he will be more dangerous.

What's more, he has cultivated for a hundred years, the true qi in his body has been repeated, the true qi in the dantian is like a cigarette smoke, leisurely and free, the so-called "purple gas", to fight for internal strength, of course he is not afraid of anyone in the world, and it may be easier to win.

The decision was made, Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand to take over the palm power of the sweeping monk, his palms intersected, and an invisible force spread out, and even Xuan Ci and other masters were a little unstable on their feet, and they retreated back.

But Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength is strong, where is the sweeping monk going?

More than 40 years ago, before the sweeping monk came to Shaolin, he was an earth-shattering figure in the rivers and lakes, but ordinary people were not qualified to contact him.

Xuan Ci knew that this was not the way, although the sweeping monk cultivated extremely high, but Zhang Sanfeng stood in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, and after a long time, the sweeping monk may not be able to support it, so he decided to call all the masters to help: "Zhang Zhenren, today is not a martial arts competition, you break into the forbidden place of the temple at night, don't blame us for relying on more to win." ”

However, Xuan Ci also has self-knowledge, the gap between his own line and the two is too big, if he runs over to the melee, he will be injured by the aftermath of the internal force of the two, but there has always been no shortage of long-range attacks in Shaolin stunts, dozens of masters surround him, attack and harass Zhang Sanfeng from afar, distract his energy, master competition internal force, the most taboo to disturb, as long as they successfully affect Zhang Sanfeng, sweeping monks can successfully win.

Zhang Sanfeng never expected that these Shaolin monks would be so disregarding their identities and attack them when he was fighting with others for internal strength, and he couldn't help but be surprised: The Shaolin monks want to keep me in every possible way, could it be that Yuanqiao is really the poisonous hand of Shaolin?

After receiving Xuan Ci's signal, the Shaolin monks used their best skills, such as the flower finger, the unphased robbery finger, and the Donkey Kong palm...... All kinds of long-range skills attacked Zhang Sanfeng's back and side.

Zhang Sanfeng's heart was shaken, knowing that he was fighting for internal strength at the critical moment, allowing these attacks to hit his body, there was absolutely no life or death, he secretly gritted his teeth, and decided to fight for injuries and use internal force to shake the sweeping monk away first.

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