Wang Chongyang and Xinming fought each other for an hour, and both of them tried their best to use what they had learned in their lives, but they couldn't take advantage of it. The top of Wang Chongyang's head was like a steamer, and wisps of clear air rose out from the top of his head, while Xinming's face on the other side was ruddy, and fine sweat covered his forehead. I only saw that Zhou Botong was excited, and he couldn't help himself.

At this moment, a little monk gradually walked up from the bottom of the mountain, he was carrying a lunch box in his hand, obviously bringing food to Xinming. As soon as the little monk walked to the top of the mountain, he saw Xinming and Wang Chongyang fighting, and couldn't help but be startled: "Ah! Come on, someone has broken into the temple to fight with his uncle and ancestor!" As he spoke, the little monk ran down the mountain.

Wang Chongyang and Xinming naturally had no time to pay attention to him, but Zhou Botong obviously didn't want people to disturb his mood of "watching the play", so they jumped behind the little monk and grabbed the little monk's neck. This little monk didn't know any martial arts at all, and was carried to the top of the mountain by Zhou Botong without resistance at all.

"Ah, help! come on!" the little monk fluttered his limbs, trying to struggle out of Zhou Botong's hands, but this was obviously impossible.

Zhou Botong was annoyed by the little monk, so he simply clicked on his acupoint. The little monk was stunned for a moment, and found that he could no longer move, and said in horror: "You, what kind of demon magic are you making, let me go!"

Zhou Botong was about to be defeated by his ignorance, and said: "This is a point, little monk! Didn't your master teach you, do you want to learn from me! Oh, by the way, your uncle is learning martial arts with my senior brother, the competition between two peerless masters, this is a rare scene in a hundred years, but I can't let you mess with it! If you stop shouting and running, I'll let you go, how about it?"

"Aren't you evildoers, aren't you here to harm my uncle and ancestor?"

"Of course not! Look at my dignified appearance, how can I be a villain!" Zhou Botong puffed up his chest, but with his dignity, I am afraid that he is not dignified.

"Well, the donor is really surprised. The little monk hurriedly agreed, and then asked, "Who are you, why do you want to find Uncle Zu Che and learn martial arts?"

"My senior brother is the number one master in the world, Wang Chongyang is also, my name is Zhou Botong, and I am the number one master in the world in the future! Looking for your uncle to compete in martial arts, naturally because he is strong in martial arts, not worse than my senior brother!"

"It turned out to be Lord Wang and Lord Zhou, please let me go. The little monk hadn't heard of Wang Chongyang's name at all, but just replied heartlessly. The little monk didn't know martial arts, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, your senior brother is the best in the world, how can anyone not be under him?

Zhou Botong untied the little monk's acupoint, handed over the baby in his arms, and danced with his hands.

The little monk saw the two people flying up and down in the field, and he had a unique charm in it, although he didn't know the subtlety of the two people's martial arts, but he also felt that it seemed to be very powerful. But then he was worried about Xinming again, and said: "Master Zhou, although Uncle Shi knows some kung fu, but Shaolin Temple is mainly based on Buddhism, I think Uncle Ancestor is definitely not the opponent of Lord Wang, so please ask Lord Wang to stop!"

"What! Your uncle and ancestor only know fist and foot kung fu, so what am I practicing? Three-legged cat, two-legged cat, or no foot cat's kung fu!" Zhou Bo held down the little monk's shoulder and shook it, waking up the child in the little monk's arms.

The little monk hurriedly persuaded: "Master Zhou Shi be careful, don't hurt the little baby! I'm just worried that Uncle Shi will be injured, don't be angry." ”

Zhou Botong just wanted to "criticize and educate" the little monk for a few words, but he saw that the two people in the competition had done their best, and the fight was even more dangerous, and if they continued to fight, it would only be the result of losing both! However, it was obviously impossible for Zhou Botong to go up to stop the two, after all, the level gap was too big, and it was not a level at all.

Zhou Botong rolled his eyes, looked at the stone table, and had a plan in his heart: "Little monk, hold the children well, I'll go and persuade them to leave!"

At this time, Wang Chongyang and Xinming had already fought each other's internal strength, and the two of them were far apart, and they slowly struck out one palm after another, without the slightest sound, only seeing the air between the two, sending out ripples in sections, obviously the skill was extremely profound!

Suddenly, Zhou Botong shouted: "Senior brother, master, stop it, don't hurt the harmony!"

After that, the stone table was thrown high, just falling between the two, both of them couldn't help but stagnate, all the palm power was transmitted to the stone table, only to hear the "click" doctor loud sound, the stone table actually cracked under the palm power of the two! And both of them involuntarily took a few steps back, and the competition was over!

Xinming stood up, let out a long breath, and turned into a white arrow in the middle of summer. Wang Chongyang was determined, but he coughed violently!

Xinming frowned slightly, came to Wang Chongyang's side, and said, "Senior Brother Wang, are you feeling a little unwell?"

"I'm sick, and I'm about to trouble the master. Wang Chongyang did not hide it, but handed his hand to Xinming.

Xinming didn't speak, grabbed Wang Chongyang's wrist and took his pulse. Xinming only felt that Wang Chongyang's pulse was vigorous and powerful, which was exactly what a master of internal strength should have. Suddenly, Wang Chongyang's pulse stagnated, and he disappeared! However, the time for disappearance was very short, and he regained his vitality in an instant.

Xin Ming knew that the situation was serious, and his face couldn't help but change: "Senior Brother Wang, your pulse is ......."

Although Wang Chongyang knew that his time was short, he couldn't help but look forward to it at this moment: "Does the master have a way?"

Xinming said dejectedly: "The poor monk has no choice!"

Wang Chongyang was disappointed in his heart, but he still smiled indifferently: "Then forget it, since the master can't do it, it's really no way." ”

Zhou Botong finally felt something, and hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, what kind of illness do you have?"

"Your brother, he ......"

Wang Chongyang didn't wait for Xinming to speak, and hurriedly interrupted: "It's okay, it's just that Huashan suffered a little internal injury when he was discussing the sword, although the master can't treat it, as long as it is carefully conditioned, it is not a big problem." ”

Zhou Botong was still a little worried, but thinking of Wang Chongyang's profound skills, the competition just now was still majestic, and few people in the rivers and lakes dared to do anything with him, Zhou Botong's heart was a little relieved. How did he know that Wang Chongyang's vitality was about to be broken, and his life was not long in coming!

Xinming was still very happy about Wang Chongyang's visit, and the two of them had a fight, which made him feel hearty, who knew that Wang Chongyang's strong practice of "innate skills" actually left a great hidden danger, and now it is difficult to treat the medicine stone, which makes Xinming a little heavy. However, Wang Chongyang is quite free and easy, and there is no color of a critically ill person between talking and laughing.

"After all, the master is better than the master in the competition just now, so leave this scripture to the master!" Wang Chongyang took out two thin scriptures from his arms, which were actually "Nine Yin True Scripture"!

Xinming shook his head and excused himself: "Where did I win you, I don't want this scripture!"

Wang Chongyang was a little surprised, in order to seize the scriptures, Xinming also fought with Wang Chongyang, but he didn't want it today, "Oh?

"The cheats that everyone fights for in the martial arts, I naturally want to see it, but I can't take advantage of you. ”

"Then let's try again, and if you can beat me, how about giving you this scripture?"

"Than what?"

"Drink!"

"No, then you're not my opponent!"

Wang Chongyang sighed and said in a low voice: "Brother Xue, you can accept this scripture! I am already dying for a short time, and it is useless to obtain this scripture; Botong and my seven disciples are too weak in martial arts, and passing it on to them is only a crime! Only by completely destroying this scripture can we avoid the bloody wind and rain on the rivers and lakes, but this is the life's work of my predecessors, how can future generations be disgraceful. After I die, I will ask Botong to hide the scriptures in other secret places to divert the attention of martial arts people, and Brother Xue, you will pass on the scriptures secretly, okay?"

Xin Ming was silent for a while, Wang Chongyang's heartfelt words made it difficult for him to refuse, and after a while, he nodded and said: "In this case, I will see what subtleties there are in this scripture, and it may also help me summarize the master's mastery." ”

Wang Chongyang was overjoyed in his heart and said, "Thank you, Master Gaoyi!"

Xin Mingchang let out a long breath, turned to the little monk who had just come up the mountain and said, "Jueyuan, bring the wine quickly, I want to have a good drink with Brother Wang and Brother Zhou!"

The little monk, the original name was "Jueyuan", his face collapsed: "Uncle Shi, why do you want to drink again!"

"Hahaha, as long as you don't tell the abbot no, it's fine!"