Pang Yunshu also knew that the bitter wisdom and martial arts were not low, he heard the group of heroes say, and knew that the "Martial Arts Alliance Master" was the title that this group of monks had made up today, but no matter what, this matter is related to the overall situation of Jiangnan and even the Central Plains martial arts, since he is in it, it is naturally his responsibility, and he immediately bowed down and said: "Then I'll try." ”

Ku Zhi said: "If you are defeated by my hands, then what?" Pang Yunshu said: "If you lose, you will be defeated, so what?" Although he stood up for Jiangnan Wulin, it is good to win, but if he is defeated, he can not easily promise to admit Ku Zhi as the leader of this alliance. The group of heroes didn't know what he was thinking, and when they heard him say this, they saw that he showed deep internal strength when he was injured before, and said that his martial arts were unfathomable, and he was much higher than his bitter wisdom, and he said these words with the bottom in his heart, and they were all secretly happy, and there were still a few people shouting for Pang Yunshu at the moment. Although he lives in the Western Regions, he knows a little about the martial arts of the Central Plains, and he also knows the prestige of the Snow Mountain Sect, but he has never heard of the name of Pang Yunshu. But when he saw him, he beat his beloved disciple to a serious injury, and his skill was really not under him. didn't say much at the moment, holding a Zen staff and fighting with Pang Yunshu. Pang Yunshu saw that his tricks were exquisite, and he didn't dare to slack off, and his shot was the Snow Mountain Sect's mastery of the Snow Mountain Swordsmanship. The two of them carried Shuo Feng with their own stunts in this courtyard, and fought with all their might. Although Ku Zhi is old and his energy has declined, his cultivation in martial arts is in a state of perfection. Pang Yunshu's swordsmanship is exquisite, and it is mellow and stable. only dismantled more than ten moves, and the two of them couldn't help but admire in their hearts. Ku Zhi shouted: "'Walking on the snow without a trace' is very powerful." Pang Yunshu said: "The master is also amazing. ”

The two of them went to the sword with a cane, and fought until late at night, and it was difficult to distinguish victory from defeat. The audience on both sides is also getting more and more energetic, cheering one after another, and some even shouting and scolding with the other side. Pang Yunshu has played back and forth three times at this time, but he still can't help it, on the other hand, he is more and more courageous, Pang Yunshu was stopped by his staff in all directions, and his martial arts could not be used. The master competition is not half a point, Pang Yunshu has a jealous heart, when he falls downwind, embarrassed, several times almost died under his staff, seeing the bitter wisdom of the staff forward, hit his lower abdomen, knowing that his staff is still powerful, can not be avoided, immediately horizontal sword block, suddenly felt that his staff came from a fierce internal force, actually sucked himself, can't help but be surprised: "Do you want to compete with me with internal force?"

Pang Yunshu knew that the bitter wisdom was profound, so he was lucky in the dantian, only defended and did not attack, and waited for the internal strength of the bitter wisdom to fail. How do you know that the other party's internal force is like the waves of the Yangtze River, surging endlessly, and after wave after wave, instead of the slightest sign of diminishing, it is becoming more and more ferocious. Pang Yunshu is confident that his internal strength is profound, and he has been cultivating for more than ten years, and he is brave and diligent, even if he can't defeat Kuzhi, but if he defends it with all his might, he won't be defeated in any case. He only felt that the strength of the bitter wisdom was three times in a row, and it was as great as the first time, as if the strength of the first attack had not disappeared, and the second attack had arrived; the second time the strength was still there, and the third time followed. If he only holds a defensive position, he will be forced again and again, it will be difficult to resist, only take advantage of the gap to retreat, so that he has to defend, the incoming side can not accumulate and strengthen, the mind is moving, immediately counterattack, the two of them are hard to fight, the whole body is shocked.

The two of them were at a stalemate for a while, and wisps of white gas emanated from the top of Kuzhi's head, gradually getting thicker and thicker, like a steamer. Pang Yunshu also resisted with all his might, and at this time, he couldn't care about whether he wanted to hurt the other party's life, and if he had to protect himself, it would be a great luck.

After another half an hour, the group of heroes saw that the faces of the two of them changed greatly, and they thought that they would fight for a while or three more, and they would have to end up in the same way, if they stepped forward to dismantle, they were afraid that their skills were too far away from them, and most of them could not be decomposed, but they lost their lives, hesitated for a long time, and did not come up with a good plan.

Just when everyone was entangled, they saw that the two of them suddenly shouted in unison, and the Kuzhi Zen staff fell to the ground, and their foreheads and faces were full of sweat, but their demeanor was calm. Looking at Pang Yunshu again, he took a few steps back, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and suddenly his body shook, his knees bent, and he knelt down.

He Zhentian, Ming Jing Shitai and others saw Pang Yunshu's shock and ability to hold it, and knew that his martial arts were exquisite, but now they were all shocked when they saw this situation, thinking that this monk's kung fu was really unfathomable. In fact, Pang Yunshu retreated and naturally dissipated most of the enemy's internal force, which was the right way of martial arts. Kuzhi came to challenge, but he couldn't win the other party, and his face was gloomy, and he insisted on fighting for face and actually connecting Pang Yunshu's internal strength, but it was a big consumption of internal strength, although he seemed to have the upper hand, he suffered a loss inside. Both of them are masters in the world, and it is difficult to distinguish between them and the inferior in thousands of moves, and Kuzhi barely takes the first step in one move, and his chest inevitably hurts faintly, but fortunately, the other party is not lightly injured, and he does not continue to move, so his lips are closed, and he secretly uses internal force to open up a stagnant breath condensed in his chest.

He Baoting quickly stepped forward and raised his Zen staff, and shouted loudly: "Listen to the stinky monks, your great Zen master's blade has been handed over to us, what else are you talking about the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance Master? Hurry up and go back to your Western Regions!"

All the monks were not convinced, seeing the state of Kuzhi and Pang Yunshu, Kuzhi had already won, and shouted one after another: "Obviously you lost, but you said that you won, are you ashamed?" "The Zen master threw down the wand by himself, how can you take it from this kid?" "If you don't accept it, one-on-one, compare it well, and see if you can't clean you up!" "Yes, yes, fight again." The monks were clamoring and shouting. Among the heroes of the Central Plains, they understand the reason, and they also feel that in terms of the scene, the bitter wisdom is of course above Pang Yunshu, but the name of the leader of the martial arts alliance can't let a monk take it by saying anything, otherwise the Jiangnan martial arts will certainly lose face, and when gathering to resist the enemy, they can't help but break their sharpness first. The young and vigorous monks saw that the monks were noisy, and they also shouted and scolded loudly, and quarreled with them. The two sides drew their respective swords and fought in groups.

He Baoting raised his wand and said to Ku Zhi: "You still don't admit defeat? Your blades have been lost, what face do you have? Is there a martial arts alliance leader in the world who has a blade for people to collect?"

Ku Zhi was secretly using his internal strength, and He Baoting's words could be heard clearly in his ears, but he didn't dare to speak. When He Baoting saw the situation, he had already guessed three points, and hurriedly said loudly: "Heroes, please listen: I will ask him three more times, if he does not answer, he will admit defeat." He was afraid that after a long time, Kuzhi's luck was over, and he didn't delay, and asked in one breath: "Did you lose? Martial Arts Alliance Master, don't you dare to think about it? You are silent, just admit defeat?" Kuzhi is dissipating his stagnant qi, the dull pain in his chest has been removed, and when he is about to answer, He Baoting saw his lips move slightly, hurriedly grabbed his head, and said: "Okay, since you admit defeat, we won't come to make it difficult for you, you guys go well." He immediately raised his wand and handed it to his father.

Kuzhi was so angry that his face was purple and swollen, at this time the internal breath had not been evenly adjusted, and the Zen staff had fallen into his hands, and he would take it empty-handed, and it would be difficult to succeed. The hero didn't suffer the immediate loss, so he had to retreat first, and then try to retaliate, so he said loudly: "The Jiangnan barbarians are scheming, relying on more to win, not heroes, everyone follow me." With a wave of his right hand, the monks of the Western Regions and the Mongolian officials carried their holders and exited the hall.

He saluted He Zhentian, Pang Yunshu and others from afar, and said: "Pavilion Master He, a huge man, today he will ask for advice again, and we will have a period later." ”

He Zhentian bowed in reply, Pang Yunshu covered his chest and said: "The master's martial arts are profound, and I admire him very much. He Zhentian said: "Please take back the master's blade." He said that he was going to pass the wand to him. He Baoting said loudly: "Old monk, do you want to reach out and take it, do you want to be embarrassed?" He Zhentian shouted: "Bao'er, don't talk nonsense." Ku Zhi had already fluttered the sleeves of his robe, turned out, and strode out of the hall without looking back, only the two small monks at the end ran to take the Zen staff, and then left.