Fang Zheng's palm move is ordinary, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly shook slightly, and one palm changed into two palms, two palms into four palms, and four palms into eight palms.

Zuo Lengchan was silent, thinking that every palm of the master of Fang Zheng struck out, and as soon as he reached the halfway point, it had become several directions, and the palm technique was so fantastic, it was unseen in his life, hey, it seems that compared with the background of the Songshan faction and Shaolin, it is really a little far behind.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng still had a smile on his face, without the slightest intention of dodging the parry, Fang Zheng couldn't help but sigh lightly, his set of palm techniques changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight, if the enemy did not interrupt in time, it only took a moment to delay, he could change eight palms into sixteen palms, and then transform into thirty-two palms, the more palms, the stronger the confusion, and the greater the power. If he really used the legendary Thousand Palms, the enemy would have been dazzled, and before he could react, he would have already been hit by countless palms.

Since Zhang Sanfeng didn't make a move, Fang Zheng was also happy to show it calmly, and gradually transformed to one hundred and twenty-eight palms, which is the limit of what he can do, the legend says that the highest level of a thousand hands such as a palm is practiced to one thousand and twenty-four palms, but for hundreds of years in Shaolin Temple, no one can reach that realm, and Fang Zheng has conjured up one hundred and twenty-eight palms is already unprecedented.

Seeing the palm shadow of the sky rushing over, Zhang Sanfeng raised his hands slightly, calmly drew a few times in front of him, and a Tai Chi pattern faintly appeared.

Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and then they looked into the field, and saw that Master Fang Zheng's palms had been locked by Zhang Sanfeng's hands, and as long as he had a slight strength, Fang Zheng's hands might not be able to be saved.

"Concession. Zhang Sanfeng smiled at Fang Zheng, and as soon as he raised his hands, Fang Zheng felt a soft force coming, and the whole person flew back to his camp at once.

Seeing that the two masters of Shaolin were defeated in one move, everyone in the field was shocked, Xuzhu was silent, and secretly thought in his heart: In terms of moves, I will definitely not be able to beat his century-old experience, but if I compete with internal strength, with my Northern Spiritual Skills, I may not have no chance.

Having made up his mind in his heart, Xuzhu bent down slightly and saluted: "The junior asks Zhang Zhenren for internal strength. After speaking, the two palms slowly pushed towards Zhang Sanfengping.

The people around couldn't help but slander at first sight, compared to Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng's previous shots, Xuzhu's move was as ordinary as his appearance, and there were even black-clothed people in the field who booed.

Song Qingshu hurriedly reminded: "Zhang Zhenren be careful, he is the Northern Spiritual Skill, specializing in absorbing people's internal strength!"

Looking at the martial arts in the entire golden book system, martial arts such as the Northern Shengong and the Star Absorbing Law are the easiest to make the top masters overturn in the gutter, and the Gu Mozhi in "Tianlong Babu" does not know how many levels higher than Duan Yu in his martial arts, but when he went crazy, he accidentally fell into Duan Yu's Northern Shengong, and his shocking internal force was sucked clean; In the later period, after Yue Buqun practiced the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, he was already a top master in the rivers and lakes, and when he had already restrained Ling Hu Chong, he carelessly hit his star-absorbing method for a while, and his internal force was also absorbed.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation is shocking the past and the present, he is not guarded, and it is very likely that the boat will capsize in the gutter.

"Northern Shengong?" Zhang Sanfeng was stunned, this word seemed to evoke some memories in him.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was defenseless, Xuzhu couldn't help but be secretly happy, stretched out his hand and pressed it on his palm, urging the Northern Shengong to suck it up wildly, but he couldn't absorb the slightest internal force despite all his efforts.

It turns out that Zhang Sanfeng has been practicing for a hundred years, and his internal strength is endless, and the cycle goes on and on, and the true qi in the dantian is like a cigarette smoke, swimming leisurely, reaching the realm of "purple gas", ethereal but mellow and solid, and in fact, it can be shaken by external forces.

Zhang Sanfeng had already come back to his senses and looked at Xuzhu quietly: "Little master, what is your relationship with the Loose Sect?"

Seeing that the Northern Spiritual Skill had failed, Xu Zhu was panicking, and subconsciously replied when he heard the words: "What is the Loose Sect? The little monk has never heard of it." ”

Seeing that his expression didn't seem to be fake, Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, his palm was slightly spitted, and he shook him back, and he didn't speak, just muttered there, as if he was distressed about something.

Although Xuan Cheng was still a little unconvinced, knowing that he didn't use all his strength, Zhang Sanfeng understated, every time he forced the three of himself to retreat with one move, obviously he didn't exert his full strength, how could he be embarrassed to mention joining forces, so he had to hug his fists and say to Zhang Sanfeng: "I saw Zhang Zhenren's magic today, and the poor monk really admired it." It's just that the "Yijin Sutra" of our temple is taken by this donor as his own, and I hope that Zhang Zhenren will be the master. ”

"Yijin Sutra?" Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Song Qingshu suspiciously.

Song Qingshu hurriedly explained the ins and outs, Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, and said: "What the masters did just now is inherently inappropriate, but the "Yijin Sutra" is indeed a Shaolin thing, and if you refuse to return it, it is also a little unreasonable. ”

"Since Zhang Zhenren spoke, how dare the younger generation not listen. Song Qingshu smiled slightly, turned to Ah Zi and said, "Ah Zi, you go to You Shaoxia to get the Yi Jin Sutra." ”

"Yes. Ah Zi pouted, and walked in front of You Tanzhi with some reluctance.

Although You Tan was very unhappy when he saw the little fairy listening to Song Qingshu's words like this, he thought that it was better to return this secret to Shaolin Temple than to give it to Song Qingshu by Ah Zi, so he didn't think there was anything, so he simply took out the secret book and gave it to her.

Ah Zi walked to Song Qingshu with the secret book of "Yi Jin Jing", blocked the eyes of the people around him with his body, received the "Yi Jin Jing" into his arms without a trace, and Shun Chang took out another secret book of unknown knowledge and handed it to him, and deliberately said loudly: "Master, these stinky monks seem to be compassionate, but in fact, they are not the same as this Songshan faction.

Noticing Ah Zi's movements, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he cooperated with him and said: "After all, this "Yijin Sutra" is a Shaolin thing, and we have no reason to occupy it and not return it, but what you said is right, these stinky monks always have to pay the price for their actions just now." Oh, Great Monk, go on. After speaking, he threw the scripture in the direction where Xuan Cheng was standing.

Hearing his words, Xuan Chengzheng faintly felt that something was wrong, but when he saw the scriptures flying, he subconsciously flew into the air and stretched out his hand to pinch them.

"Oops!" Xuan Cheng exclaimed.

Bang!

The scripture book in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into powder scattered all over the ground.

"You!" Looking at the powder on the ground, he couldn't even reassemble it, Xuan Cheng couldn't help but be furious, and glared at Song Qingshu fiercely.

"Hey, great monk, have you practiced too much kung fu, why are you so careless, such a fragile scripture, how can you resist grabbing it so vigorously?" Song Qingshu subconsciously exclaimed, as if everything had nothing to do with him.