Hearing Huixin say this, Ming Ling suddenly paused, frowned and said in a deep voice, "Wudang has no intention of making a move against Zen Master Huixin, this matter is all done by one person, and I ask the monk to forgive me!"

Huixin waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the poor monk just wants to come to Wudang and learn the true meaning of your faction, but the practice of purity, the poor monk really doesn't dare to agree, the Qingcheng faction does not look at the consequences, all because behind it is the imperial court, the poor monk learned from Jinyiwei that in the early years, Yu Canghai had been secretly loyal to the imperial court, this matter, I am afraid that Wudang is not clear, right?"

Ying Ling smiled bitterly and said, "Since the monks have said so, the old Tao will not hide it from you, when the patriarch of the Kai sect came, Wudang did have the manuscript left behind, but the monk wants to borrow it, but he needs to do a game with his uncle and ancestor, if you win, the poor road can be presented with both hands!"

"Refreshing, the poor monk also made it clear that if you win Wudang, the poor monk can tell you one thing, a secret that can break the barriers of the world and go to other worlds, I believe Wudang should not refuse, right?"

There was a gleam in Ming Ling's eyes, this kind of thing, even if Zhang Sanfeng was just a fragment back then, and he didn't leave a single word, I am afraid that there are many hidden things, which are not something that can be understood at his level.

"Okay, then the poor road will be the master and promise the monk, please!"

Since the two reached an agreement, the speed of going up the mountain couldn't help but speed up.

Although the scenery of Wudang is beautiful, Huixin doesn't care at all, but before passing by the Zhenwu Palace, an old Taoist priest with white hair is already standing in front of the hall with an expressionless face.

"Uncle Shi, I still have to bother you to get out of the customs, the disciple is incompetent and is not the opponent of the monk, please ask Uncle Shi to take action!"

Hui Xin squinted his eyes, looked at the old Taoist priest for a moment, and suddenly said, "It's really rare to be an innate master of the Fusion God Realm!"

"Heh, the little master is young, and he is a lot higher than the old Dao me, I am afraid that I have never seen such a master, I really should live on a dog!"

Ming Ling couldn't smile bitterly, he couldn't imagine that the older Uncle Shi got older, the playfulness also grew, and he didn't feel a little regretful in his heart.

But now that the arrow is on the bow, he has to send it, and he can only see if he can defeat Huixin.

"Poor monk wisdom, can you know the name of the predecessor?"

I heard that you want to see the manuscript left by the patriarch of my sect, then the old Taoist has an idea, if the little master agrees, the manuscript will be presented with both hands, how about it?"

Huixin looked at it as if he was smiling but not smiling, and also felt funny, and said with a smile, "Guests are as you please, please speak clearly!"

The nameless old Taoist said with a smile, "The old Taoist has been promoted to congenital, it has been a hundred years, fortunately with the guidance of the ancestor master, Taijiquan is also quite popular, the realm of you and me is too different, it is better to fight with boxing, if the little master you win the poor road one and a half moves, even if you win!"

Ming Ling opened his mouth and came up in a hurry, without telling Nameless that Huixin would also know about Tai Chi.

"You don't have to say much, the old man has his own arrangements, go down and watch. ”

Nameless glared at Ming Ling and said.

Helpless, Ming Ling could only disperse the junior disciples, leaving only a few people to watch from afar.

Huixin suddenly smiled and said, "Old Dao, don't say that the poor monk takes advantage of you, the poor monk of Tai Chi has also practiced, if you and I both use Tai Chi, but it is a little weird, the poor monk was born in Shaolin, so use Shaolin stunts to resist your Tai Chi true meaning, please!"

Nameless touched the tiger's whiskers, Buddha Chen still gave Ming Ling, rolled up his sleeves, stood in the center of the field, and played Tai Chi boxing, and unexpectedly condensed the phantom of the yin and yang fish behind him.

Taijiquan is a powerful martial art that is slow and fast, and it is a powerful martial art that condenses Zhang Sanfeng's life's work, and naturally has the true meaning of Taoism.

Huixin didn't dare to underestimate it, he was not in a hurry, and he also condensed the phantom of the Buddha behind him.

The dragon fights and the aura formed makes gusts of wind blow on the flat ground.

Ming Ling had to protect the other disciples and took a few more steps back.

Innate masters are already rare, not to mention that the realm of Huixin is a cut above the nameless at the moment, no matter how powerful the fusion spirit is, it will not be the opponent of Fenjiang.

"Amitabha, old Taoist, be careful, the poor monk is about to make a move!"

"Immeasurable Tianzun, little master, you make a move, the old way is fearless, please!"

Hui Xin saw that Nameless was holding a big position, smiled slightly, and attacked Nameless with his left hand and a strong Vajra palm with his right hand at the same time.

Ming Ling was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself, "It's incredible that you can use two hearts and two minds!"

The three generations of disciples around them, all stupidly watched the battle in the field, and they couldn't see the figures of the two clearly, although the battle did not damage the surrounding buildings, this kind of master battle, but they had never seen it in their lives, but there were some smart disciples, and they realized some truths from it.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Fists to the flesh, this kind of painful battle, let Huixin's blood boil, the moon-white monk's robe was still on the ground by Huixin, the muscles of his body were paused, like a strong man, and his height was actually raised by a few centimeters.

Nameless's face was not red or panting, and he said, "The warm-up is over, the old man wants to use his fists to fight the enemy, little master be careful!"

Huixin laughed and said, "Cool, Lao Dao, you do have a hand in martial arts, but the poor monk is not bad, his fists and feet have no eyes, Lao Dao, you don't want to be hung by the poor monk!"

The battle between the two was full of gunpowder, but it made the onlookers laugh.

Even though I heard it this way, I still felt a little ridiculous.

Ming Ling sighed secretly, no wonder Huixin would make a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, and there was indeed a reason for it.

"Ahh

Huixin relied on his perception of boxing, and the swastika symbol in the palm of his hand suddenly manifested, and his supernatural power was suddenly used, and he was caught off guard by the nameless one.

Caught in the illusion, Nameless was a little uncomfortable, looking left and right, only to find that it was no longer where it was.

"What kind of trick are you, Lao Dao has never seen it!"

Hui Xin laughed and said, "This is the way of the poor monk, please point out the old Taoist priest, the poor monk is in the palm of the Buddha, which is worse than Taijiquan?"

Gang Qi was all over the nameless body, and he looked around cautiously, but he couldn't find Huixin at all.

In fact, this Buddha country in the palm of his hand is just an illusion created by Huixin, but it seals the five senses of the trapped people, and outsiders can only see that Nameless is fighting around, and they can't find a way to crack it.

Especially when Huixin's spiritual power is better than that of Nameless.

Ming Ling looked at Nameless in a daze, fighting with the air, and just wanted to speak, but saw Hui Xin looking at him with a smile, and couldn't help but close his mouth.

Nameless said angrily, "Little monk, you come out, don't talk to the old Taoist about the vain head, if you have the ability, let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

Huixin snorted, "The method of agitation is useless to the poor monk, if you admit defeat, the poor monk doesn't want to do anything to you, if you speak disrespectfully, be careful of the poor monk's fist to greet you!"

Nameless calmed down, felt the changes in the surrounding environment, but couldn't find any flaws at all, and sighed, "You won, poor road admit defeat!"

Ming Ling was very disappointed, and the rest of the disciples also lowered their heads as if they were mourning.