In recent years, Zhang Cuishan has a lot of unique perceptions of the hook method and the judge pen, which is far better than the martial artists who generally use the judge pen. At this moment, I saw that Kou Hao was about the same age as him, dressed in strange clothes, and seemed to be a person from the Western Regions, and he expected that his martial arts were not very high.

Kou Hao immediately covered it with a wide windbreaker and took out the handsome sword from the martial arts crossing token.

The two confronted each other like this, and the people around them all stared with bated breath, feeling that both sides were very imposing.

"I haven't made a move yet, this person's seemingly random posture is actually not flawed, it seems that I underestimated this person. Anyway, he threatened to defeat me in ten moves, and he would definitely attack with all his might, and I would definitely be able to win by braking quietly, defending thoroughly, and looking for an opportunity to point out the key points with the judge's pen. Zhang Cuishan said in his heart.

So, Zhang Cuishan held the rotten silver tiger head hook obliquely in his left hand, and held the iron judge's pen horizontally in his right hand, guarding the door and waiting for the battle.

"Good one to brake quietly, beware. Kou Hao laughed lightly, and stabbed a sword obliquely, just like a rainbow, and a "snort" sounded in the air, shining silver.

"Khooth. ”

Zhang Cuishan hooked the tip of the sword with the rotten silver tiger head hook in his left hand, and at the same time pointed at Kou Hao's wrist with the iron judge pen in his right hand.

Kou Hao immediately changed his move, and a dazzling sword curtain appeared, of course, this was the second move.

The silver hook and the judge's pen hurriedly parried, and the sound of metal colliding was like a storm.

As Kou Hao's moves became faster and faster, Zhang Cuishan felt extremely pressured, busy parrying, and it was difficult to resist.

"It's already the seventh move, but I can resist two more moves at most, such a fast swordsmanship, and the changes are complicated, and the weapons can't compare to this guy!" Zhang Cuishan said in his heart.

So, when Kou Hao attacked the eighth move, spinning and stabbing with the handsome sword in both hands, Zhang Cuishan used Wudang's unique light skill "Tiyun Zong", and flew directly up three zhang.

"If you keep hiding like this, I won't be able to hurt you. Kou Hao said.

"It's you who should be hiding, and eat my palm!" Zhang Cuishan threw the silver hook and iron pen as hidden weapons, and with the help of the falling momentum, he slapped Kou Hao's heart with a volley.

Kou Hao blocked the silver hook and the iron pen, and Zhang Cuishan's palm was already a foot away.

There was no way to dodge, and there was no extra time to exert force, and in a hurry, Kou Hao greeted him with his left palm.

The two palms bombarded, there was no fancy to speak of, the competition was internal force, but Zhang Cuishan struck this palm from a high place, with the help of the strength of the whole body.

"Bang", a dull sound, with a rare faint golden light flickering, Zhang Cuishan performed Wudang's "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", which was adapted from Zhang Sanfeng's one-third of the Jiuyang Divine Skill learned from Jueyuan. And Kou Hao naturally used the full version of the Jiuyang Divine Skill, although the slight golden light emitted was similar, but there was a difference between strength and weakness.

Jiuyang Divine Skill does not need to be deliberately operated, and when it encounters an attack, it will automatically protect the body and produce a certain amount of rebound power.

In the next moment when his palms collided, Zhang Cuishan felt that Kou Hao's internal force and his Pure Yang Wuji Gong seemed to be of the same origin, but it was extremely thick, just like the waves of the rolling sea.

"It's not good, my right arm is going to be shattered inch by inch! It's miserable......" Zhang Cuishan complained bitterly in his heart.

Kou Hao also found that Zhang Cuishan's internal force was much weaker, and if it weren't for the blessing of the power of falling, he would have bounced out by now. Of course, Kou Hao couldn't let Zhang Cuishan be seriously injured, and immediately cast a fourth-layer level Qiankun Great Shift, transferring the palm power of both of them to the side.

The Great Shift of Qiankun can not only transfer the position of various weapons and moves, but also transfer internal force, acupuncture points, etc., which can be described as a wonderful use, and it is an esoteric classic in the martial arts of the Western Regions.

The palms of both of them slapped on a two-foot-diameter pine tree on the side, and the majestic internal force found a place for catharsis and passed away quietly.

Zhang Cuishan only felt that the pressure was relaxed, but he staggered back a few steps.

"Brother Zhang, I don't know if you are qualified to go to Wudang Mountain?" Kou Hao smiled lightly.

Zhang Cuishan said: "Thank you Shaoxia's subordinates for their mercy, if it weren't for Shaoxia, you stopped in time, I would have been abolished an arm." ”

On the surface, Zhang Cuishan was saved face, but Zhang Cuishan is not a hypocrite, just say what you have.

Because the internal force of the competition could not be seen from the outside, how dangerous and magnificent it was, the more than 20 Taoist priests around thought that Zhang Cuishan was only slightly inferior.

Zhang Cuishan was very grateful to Kou Hao for not only saving his arm, but also saving face, and admired Kou Hao's swordsmanship and internal strength.

Picking up the rotten silver tiger head hook and the iron judge pen that had been cut out of many big gaps, Zhang Cuishan smiled bitterly, and his heart became more and more shocked, so he said: "Young man, please come here, I will lead the horse for you." ”

Kou Hao and the others were about to leave, but when they heard a loud noise, the two-foot-diameter pine tree that was slapped by Kou Hao and Zhang Cuishan just now exploded directly, and the wooden blocks flew one after another.

The more than two dozen Taoist priests present were stunned and speechless.

The wide-faced Taoist priest and the cross-eyed Taoist priest who had just arrived were trembling, and they regretted offending Kou Hao so much.

However, Kou Hao didn't bother to pay attention to them, and strode up the mountain, enjoying the aura of Wudang Mountain.

The clouds are green and green, and the water is surging and smoking.

Cangsong strange stones, flowing springs and waterfalls, clouds have no intention to go out, birds are tired of flying and know how to return.

"Indeed, it is necessary to climb more famous mountain resorts to feel the magnificence of this natural scenery and open people's hearts. Kou Hao said.

"That's right, my master Zhang Zhenren is about to become an immortal, why don't you be recommended by me and let you come to Wudang to apprentice?" Zhang Cuishan said.

"How embarrassing is this, if the Wudang Seven Heroes add one more to me, won't they become the Wudang Eight Heroes, this name doesn't seem to be very good. Kou Hao said.

"Then you can worship any of our Wudang Seven Heroes as a teacher, no problem at all, I can call the shots in this matter, and I don't have to ask my master. Zhang Cuishan suggested.

Kou Hao was speechless and didn't dwell on this question anymore.

When he arrived at the Taoist temple of Wudang Mountain, he was guided by Zhang Cuishan and met Zhang Sanfeng, who was listening to Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan in the main hall to report the thieves who had recently appeared in the nearby area, and discussed how to do chivalrous deeds.

Zhang Cuishan whispered in his ear about Kou Hao's martial arts competition with him, and told Zhang Sanfeng in detail.

At this time, Kou Hao looked at Zhang Sanfeng, but saw that he was more than 1.85 meters tall, with crane hair and a childish face, and his cheeks were red, just like a big apple. The beard is white, the beard is very long, the eyes are deep and bright, full of fairy wind and bones. However, Zhang Sanfeng's robe is very dirty, and it seems that he has not been washed for a long time.

"Legend has it that Zhang Sanfeng is keen on a casual and free life, and is a bit sloppy. But it's nothing, it's a unique style. Kou Hao said in his heart.

Zhang Sanfeng attaches great importance to Zhang Cuishan's qualifications, and he likes this five apprentices the most, of course Zhang Sanfeng believes Zhang Cuishan's words.

"Young man, old man Zhang Sanfeng, I don't know who you are, what are you doing?" Zhang Sanfeng smiled and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Kou Hao.

"In Xia Kou Hao, this time I came here, and I plan to ask Zhang Zhenren for martial arts, I expect that a well-informed person like Zhang Zhenren will not have too stubborn views. Kou Hao said.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled kindly: "My disciple Cuishan said that your internal strength is of the same origin as him, and it is far better than him. Can you give it a try?"

Kou Hao said: "Actually, I can talk to Zhang Zhenren about the origin of this martial art, but ......" He glanced at Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Cuishan and the others.

"Cuishan, how many of you should go down?" Zhang Sanfeng said.

As a result, these disciples hurriedly retreated, leaving only Zhang Sanfeng and Kou Hao in the main hall.

Kou Hao felt that it made sense, and said: "I practice Jiuyang Divine Skill, if Zhang Zhenren thinks this Divine Skill is good, I can exchange it with Zhang Zhenren for a martial art." ”

Zhang Sanfeng was a little surprised, and said: "In the past, this Jiuyang Divine Skill was recorded in the cracks of the "Lenga Sutra", and only my teacher Jueyuan remembered the full version. Later, when he died, Guo Xiang and I and the Shaolin monks each got one-third of the scriptures. To tell you the truth, over the years, I have gone to the Emei faction and the Shaolin Temple, wanting everyone to piece together the Jiuyang Divine Skill completely, but their views on the portal are too heavy, and they also say that I have sinister intentions. ”

Back then, Monk Jueyuan was the librarian of the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, and he didn't know any martial arts, but he was a guy who loved books and was obsessed with books, and he had to memorize any scriptures he caught. He memorized the Lenga Sutra and the Jiuyang Sutra in the cracks, and inadvertently practiced a profound Jiuyang Divine Skill.

However, at that time, Jueyuan only felt that this scripture was very special, and only taught Zhang Sanfeng a little, and later when he was dying, he recited the scriptures in the middle of the night, which were also mixed with the Lenga scriptures. At that time, Zhang Sanfeng was still young, and his comprehension ability was not high enough, so he only remembered part of it.

It can be seen that Zhang Sanfeng is indeed qualified to have the Jiuyang True Scripture, but he has never had the opportunity. Kou Hao believes that with Zhang Sanfeng's current internal cultivation and attainments, there is no need for Jiuyang Divine Skill, but it is also very good to make up for a regret of the old man.

"This is indeed the full version, and I can lend it to Zhang Zhenren for reference. "Kou Hao respects this eternal martial arts master very much, so his attitude is very respectful and sincere.

What's more, pay first, and then reap, otherwise Kou Hao directly asks for the Taijiquan sword, how can he succeed?

Zhang Sanfeng is not a person with ill intentions, he is very calm, and said: "So far, although the martial arts of the old way are already very good, if you ask yourself if there is any martial arts that can compare with this Jiuyang divine skill, it seems that there is not." Therefore, in exchange for martial arts, it is very difficult for the old way!"

"Don't be embarrassed, Zhang Zhenren and read this "Detailed Explanation of Yang's Taijiquan Sword Spectrum". Kou Hao said as he took out a thick book from his trench coat.

Zhang Sanfeng took it with both hands, only feeling heavy, and this was completely different from a thread-bound book. After opening it, there are pictures of people in it, the ink is too small, Zhang Sanfeng has never seen such a strange book.

After a while, he only felt that although the martial arts in this book looked soft and superficial, they were in the same vein as the Wudang School's style of overcoming rigidity, and if you looked closely, there were many mysteries in it.

Half an hour later, Zhang Sanfeng said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, there is such a treasure book, and some of the ideas in it coincide with what I have thought over the years. However, there are few explanations of the meaning of the fist and sword and the operation of internal forces, and there are fallacies. May I ask Kou Shaoxia, who did it?"