No one thought that the competition of the three factions on Huashan had not yet begun, and it had already been such twists and turns.

First of all, between Zang Yushan, the head of the Wudang faction, and Sun Rongpeng, a disciple he taught with his own hands, fought for life and death with internal force.

Then Master Chenghui, the abbot of Shaolin, who has always been highly respected, suddenly separated the crowd and gaged in front of the stunning beauty Jiang Dai, disrespecting the old man.

went on to praise Fang Zhongjin of the Huashan faction.

Before the abbot finished speaking, Wudang Rong Peng was furious.

This half-grown young man couldn't care less about the internal strength of his master, so he shook off his shoulder clamp and rushed towards Fang Zhongjin.

By this time, everyone already knew the true intentions of the abbot.

It turned out that he was fighting the idea of encircling Wei to save Zhao and causing trouble to the east.

In fact, Zang Yushan, the head of Wudang, has strong martial arts, and won the reputation of the first person of the three factions in the Central Plains forty years ago.

Although there are six now, he shouldn't be beaten by his juniors.

The reason why it became such a difficult situation was precisely because Zang Yushan was always unwilling to hurt Rong Peng's life.

It is said that no matter how talented and intelligent Rong Peng is, he has less than 40 years of internal strength cultivation than Zang Yushan.

And this Rong Peng won ruthlessly and unexpectedly.

Zang Yushan just wanted to press him in the chair, but where did he think that this white-eyed wolf would suddenly fight back with all the internal strength of his body.

Zang Yushan was already weak at the beginning, so he used his internal force to suppress it.

However, Zang Yushan did not dare to exert half his strength to really beat Rong Peng to a serious injury, and he could not withdraw his internal force, otherwise he would be counterattacked by Rong Peng, who did not know the severity of the situation, and it would be Zang Yushan who suffered internal injuries.

This tiger riding momentum has been achieved, unless there is a martial arts master from the side to forcibly separate the two, otherwise the game can not be ended until the internal strength of one of the two is exhausted.

But a wise person like Master Chenghui has already seen that the key to breaking the game is not in Zang Yushan, but in Rong Peng.

Although Rong Peng was like an unpredictable wolf, Zang Yushan would never bear to hurt his disciples.

If Rong Peng can be induced to automatically unload the internal force, then a master like Zang Yushan can control the power in his palm once he senses that the opponent's internal force disappears.

If both forces are eliminated at the same time, then both parties will not be worried about their lives.

Sure enough, I saw Rong Pengteng rushing towards Fang Zhongjin, obviously not suffering any internal injuries.

On the other hand, Zang Yushan, the head of Wudang, saw that his face was pale, and he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

His three juniors hurriedly gathered around him to protect the Fa for him.

The four of them didn't care about what kind of demon Rong Peng was doing now.

In the end, it is still the body of the head of Wudang that matters.

At this moment, Zang Yushan is extremely fragile, and whoever has a bad heart can easily kill the head of this century-old faction with one blow.

Although the old man and the young man separated, one was alive and well, and the other was blue.

But now the people in Haoran Building are all martial arts masters who have learned well.

No one would mistakenly think that Zang Yushan was so unbearable, or that Rong Peng was so young, how could his martial arts cultivation be so rebellious.

Because everyone knows that there will be such an ending, it must be because Zang Yushan refused to hurt his disciples and grandchildren in the slightest.

Rong Peng was provoked by the words of the abbot of Cheng, so he unloaded his internal force. Even when he flew himself, he didn't think too much about it.

Usually the internal force of martial arts masters fights with each other, and if you want to remove the internal force at the same time, you must have to be exactly equal in time.

I can't say that neither of them can speak, and there are others shouting "one, two, three!" on the sidelines!"

But Rong Peng doesn't care about the height of the sky, the internal force will be unloaded.

No matter how sensitive Zang Yushan is, he can't control the internal force so well.

The previous internal force has been released, and the other party has suddenly withdrawn the internal force.

If it weren't for the fact that this vast mountain of internal strength hadn't all hit the other party's body, making Rong Peng vomit blood and die.

Then you can only turn around and fight back on your own heart.

Fortunately, in this way, this internal force was finally a little weaker under Zang Yushan's control, as long as he adjusted his breath in time, he would not lose his life.

It's better than consuming one of them to death, or being forcibly separated from others, and both suffering internal injuries.

Abbot Chenghui frowned and looked at Zang Yushan and the four of them, and sighed in his heart and said: Amitabha, after all, things have not become the worst.

He turned his eyes to look at Fang Zhongjin and Rong Peng again, but his eyebrows were raised, and he secretly said "Huh".

Master Cheng Hui was caught in the eyes of the two of them.

The first thing he was surprised about was that Fang Zhongjin and Rong Peng were both young people, and their martial arts were not weak.

It seems that it is really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves. He used to think that his apprentice Hong Ji was an unborn martial arts wizard.

Just by entering the holy with external strength, the internal strength cultivated is no worse than that of people who have studied internal strength hard, which is a miracle that has not been encountered for thousands of years.

Now it seems that this Rong Peng and Fang Zhongjin are also similar to Hong Ji's skills, and they can't even see whether they win or lose for a while.

It's just enough for one such character, but there can be three.

Could it be that the heavens want to revive the Central Plains martial arts, so that so many wizards have descended so eclecticly?

Ahh

And the second strange thing is that he led Rong Peng, a kid, to Fang Zhongjin, naturally to rescue Zang Yushan.

But he also knew that Rong Peng was like a mad tiger. When Fang Zhongjin was taken by surprise, he suddenly had to deal with the crazy boy's life-threatening attack, and it was difficult to guarantee that it would not cause another crisis.

Fortunately, fist and foot fighting is much easier to solve than internal force fighting.

Cheng Hui originally planned that as long as Rong Peng and Zang Yushan were separated, he would go to help Fang Zhongjin.

But I didn't expect that this Fang Zhongjin really seemed to have been prepared. Before Rong Peng pounced, he had already pulled out his posture to fight back.

Cheng Hui remembered that when he toasted Fang Zhongjin before, the kid drank it all coldly, and didn't even say a polite word.

Any junior in the martial arts, who is praised by the abbot of Shaolin like this, is hard to guarantee that he will not be dizzy and do not know the southeast and northwest.

But based on Fang Zhongjin's appearance just now, coupled with the prepared posture now, Cheng Hui had already made a judgment in his heart.

This Fang Zhongjin guessed what he was going to do at the beginning.

Cheng Hui looked at Fang Zhongjin from a distance, and a pair of old eyes looked more and more carefully through the heavy eyelids.

This young man is really terrible. Not only is he young and strong in martial arts, but also because he is quick-witted, and his joy and anger are invisible.

Cheng Hui moved his gaze to Qiu Songhe, who was standing on the side.

He knew that Qiu Songhe had never been a guy who was willing to live in the middle. was able to let him get a talent like Fang Zhongjin.

The existence of this young man, first, is a very fortunate thing for the Huashan faction.

Second, for Qiu Songhe, can he really tolerate that there is such a handsome man under his nose?

Cheng Hui was thinking about it, but he heard a burst of shouting ringing in his ears: "Go!"