"I've heard that Shaolin Heng Kung Fu Iron Cloth Shirt can resist any external force, and now I will use the simple moves I learned in martial arts to break the Iron Cloth Shirt!" Leng Xiaoyun said. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's natural, my Shaolin iron cloth shirt can not only offset the external force, but also hurt this person!" Zhikong said.

"Then I think it's better to use this as a competition, I will stab you with a wooden sword, you carry an iron cloth shirt to resist, if I can't hurt you, you win, if I stab you, you lose!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Leng Xiaoyun, you have taken advantage of our faction this time! If you use this to compare that Zhikong, you will not be able to make a move and be stabbed willingly, and you will be on the attacking side and he can only defend, although the Wudang moves you learn are simple, it will hurt people under a few stabs! And he will definitely not hurt you! You will never lose, and he will never win! You are not bad at calculating like this, but you have lost the prestige of Wudang!" said Zen Master Huikong.

"Then what should I do according to the Zen master's wishes!" said the Venerable Master Xuanzhen.

"I am here to seek martial arts, complement each other, encourage each other, today the Wudang disciples are overstretched and send the wounded to participate in the war, our faction can also understand, but they should fight each other to learn from each other to know their own omissions;

"Shaolin came here to visit, the purpose is to learn from each other, Leng Xiaoyun has not been in Wudang for a long time, only learn the art of Wudang, and he can see the subtlety of Wudang's art when he fights? I am afraid that I can't learn anything! Shaolin iron cloth shirt is the art of Shaolin, Shaolin is here to learn from each other, it is better to let Xiaoyun see the art of Shaolin can also give him a lot of help on the road of cultivation in the future!" said Master Xuan Zhen.

"The Venerable Master's words are reasonable, but if such a competition is unfair! The competition is mutual, if Leng Xiaoyun keeps attacking Zhikong and defending it, then even if Zhikong's iron cloth shirt skills are high, he will not be able to win! I don't think it would be fair to let Zhikong take Leng Xiaoyun's sword, and then Zhikong will split Leng Xiaoyun's pestle!" said Zen Master Huikong.

"But Wudang doesn't have such a wonderful skill as the iron cloth shirt, and Xiaoyun is injured and Wudang's art is shallow, I'm afraid it will be very unfair to him!"

"Then if you limit the moves, limit the assassin to a few moves, if the number of moves has passed, then the assassin wins!" said Zen Master Huikong, and everyone nodded.

"Very well, how about ten moves!" said the Venerable Master Xuanzhen.

"Ten moves is too much, so how about using three moves! Zhikong, you can take these three moves Wudang swordsmanship, don't steal and cheat!" Zen Master Huikong said to Zhikong, as if he was saying to Leng Xiaoyun.

Leng Xiaoyun had no choice but to go to Qingling to borrow a wooden sword, and took the opportunity to ask Qingling for a few Wudang sword styles.

That Zhikong put down the vajra, his eyes were closed, the hot air on his body flowed, and his clothes slowly bulged, as if there was an internal force slowly flowing out of the hair and skin of his body, filling his body, and in a moment, there seemed to be countless hot air rising around him, and he opened his eyes again, his eyes were blazing, as if containing infinite majesty.

"Please!" Zhikong said, standing still.

Leng Xiaoyun surrounded Zhikong and turned straight but didn't make a move, he knew that he only had three moves for him! And he didn't know martial arts swordsmanship, he could only use some basic stabbing to break Zhikong's iron cloth shirt, so he had to find the location of Zhikong's life.

He circled Zhikong and didn't find anything, he surrounded Zhikong a few times, suddenly turned back to his body, and stabbed a sword straight into Zhikong's eyes, this move was very sudden, and Zhikong didn't do it without a trace of panic and didn't dodge, Leng Xiaoyun's sword momentum immediately changed and stabbed Zhikong's throat directly, but it was like hitting a rock, leaving no trace!

"One move has passed!" said Master Huikong.

Leng Xiaoyun surrounded Zhikong and turned straight but did not make a move, and turned several rounds and still did not have the intention of making a move, the Shaolin factions were in a hurry, Yu Wanze said: "Leng Xiaoyun, it seems that you are waiting like this and you don't have to wait until Zhikong's internal strength is exhausted to make a move! This trick is really disrespectful to Zhikong, and it is not respectful of Shaolin's mastery!"

"Martial arts competition to sword to sword, not as good as a craftsman! It seems that when you wait for such a competition, it is better to limit it to a stick of incense!"

Leng Xiaoyun's face turned pale, and the Qingling Wood Sword trembled in his hand, as if he was injured by the counterattack of Zhikong Iron Cloth just now or by the words of everyone in the audience, and after a while, he sat down on the ground, and the Venerable Master Xuanzhen was in a hurry to rush into the middle but was stopped by Zen Master Huikong and said: "The competition is not over yet, the Venerable Master must not be so reckless! Shaolin has the virtue of a good life, if you admit defeat immediately, I will carry the Yijin Sutra to rescue immediately!"

Master Xuan Zhen was speechless, all the Shaolin factions were full of expression, and Zhikong also showed smugness, expecting that Leng Xiaoyun would admit defeat after a while, and the power of the iron cloth shirt was slightly retracted.

Leng Xiaoyun's face was pale and painful, lying on the ground with both hands clenching the wooden sword as if he wanted to fight again, but he had no strength at all! Master Xuanzhen's face was pale and he didn't say a word, and Qing Ling was about to rush into the middle to be stopped by Han Feixue, and the Shaolin factions only waited for Wudang to admit defeat, and Zhikong also completely put away the iron cloth shirt and prepared to walk out.

Suddenly, the cold howling cloud flew up, and the wooden sword was like electricity, hitting Zhikong's body directly, sweeping Zhikong a few feet away before he stood firm. Everyone was shocked, and everyone in Wudang also sighed.

"I can't imagine you are so deceitful!" said Zen Master Huikong.

"It's the rule of the battlefield to cheat, and I can't use it, I can only blame him for being too careless!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"There is no saying that you can't use it in the arena, so you can't use it next time!" said the Venerable Master Xuanzhen.

"Yes!" Leng Xiaoyun looked as usual and withdrew from the sidelines.

"Wudang has won three games, I think it will be a tie! Shaolin martial arts are extremely exquisite, and there are Kunlun beggars to help the prince, if you continue to compare, I am afraid that it will not look good!" said the Venerable Master Xuanzhen.

"Even if we win the next few games, it's a three-on-three draw, so how can we embarrass our guests with the hospitality that we have always had?" said the Venerable Master Xuanzhen.

Huikong's face was ugly and he was about to speak, and a voice remembered: "How can the victory or defeat be determined by the competition, and if you lose, you can find a place to grow from it, so that you can improve your ability more diligently! This is the reason why I waited thousands of miles to find and learn here, and the sword technique used by Leng Xiaoyun in the game just now does not seem to be the Wudang sword technique, so the two should be a draw, and the wisdom is not lost!"