Talented Martial Arts System

"Shame!" "Despicable!"

Seeing Ren Woxing using such a trick to injure Master Fangzheng, all the masters of the righteous way couldn't help yelling, and even Daoist Chongxu, who had always been as stable as Mount Tai, couldn't help but frowned slightly at Ren Woxing.

But Ren Woxing just laughed, and said: "Master Fangzhang, I've offended you!" With a forceful spat out of his hand, a stream of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Master Fangzheng's mouth, and he leaned back.

Everyone knew that Master Fangzheng must have suffered a serious internal injury at this moment, and the leaders of the righteous way couldn't help but look worried.

At this moment, Master Fangzheng showed a peaceful smile on his benevolent face, clasped his hands together, and recited a Buddha's name. [

"Amitabha."

All of a sudden, his left shoulder suddenly moved forward, and a neutral and peaceful force came out from his chest, followed Ren Woxing's palm and penetrated into his arm.

"Yi Jin Jing!"

Ren Woxing's complexion suddenly changed, he really didn't expect that the great monk's internal strength had reached such a high level, he was able to counterattack himself under serious injury after being slapped by himself.

"bump!"

A circle of energy spread from Master Fangzheng's feet, and the ground was instantly covered with cracks like spider webs. A few feet away, an ancient locust tree was blown automatically, and many fallen leaves were scattered.

"Internal power fluctuations, seven thousand six hundred and seventy two points!"

As Master Fangzheng's counterattack began, the internal force fluctuation data graph in Ling Jing's eyes suddenly jumped, directly from more than 6000 points to more than 600 points.

"Shaolin Kung Fu is really broad and profound. I never thought that in this era, there are still people who can cultivate their internal strength to more than seven thousand points."

A hint of astonishment flashed in Ling Jing's eyes. In the Ming Dynasty, an era of low-level martial arts, if one could cultivate one's inner strength to a level above that of an intermediate master, one would already be considered a heavenly genius. To be able to cultivate the "Yi Jin Jing" to such an astonishing level.

In today's world, if you only compare internal strength, I'm afraid that people can surpass it.

Ren Woxing was shocked by Master Fangzheng's "Yi Jin Jing", his complexion changed drastically, he retreated six steps in a row, each step left a footprint two or three inches deep on the stone brick .

His complexion suddenly became a little pale, and his right arm was slightly raised, looking very stiff.

"Shaolin Temple's "Yi Jin Jing"! Hehe, I have learned the lesson today." Ren Woxing looked at Master Fangzheng's emaciated body and said in a deep voice.

"Cough cough!" Master Fang Zheng coughed violently while covering his chest, and said in a harmonious voice, "Master Ren is both wise and brave, and Fang Zheng has also been taught." His words were sincere, without any pretentiousness.

If someone else said this, Ren Woxing would probably think that the other party was mocking him, but Master Fangzheng was open-minded and ignorant of affairs, so Ren Woxing couldn't help but feel apologetic when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "The abbot has praised me."

The internal strength of both of them has reached the peak, and they are among the few peak figures in the world. They were hit by each other before, but at this time they both had to stop for a while, and took the opportunity to adjust their breath to stabilize their injuries.

Outside the side hall, there was a sudden sound, but there was another wave of pressure entrenched in everyone's hearts.

The cup of tea was over, but Master Fangzheng and Ren Woxing didn't make any moves. It seemed that the injuries were not serious. Daoist Chongxu suddenly walked between the two of them and asked, "Master, Master Ren, you two Do you still have the strength to do it?" [

Master Fangzheng said: "Master Ren's internal energy is profound, the old man has received Master Ren's slap for more than a month, I'm afraid the injury will not heal well." He didn't say whether he could still do it, but said that his injury was very serious.

Chongxu nodded, and looked at Ren Woxing again.

Ren Woxing changed his expression, and said with a smile: "How about this? This contest between me and Master Fang Zheng will be considered a draw, and there will be no winner. If the competition continues, I'm afraid it will be me and Master Fang Zheng. Desperate."

He was previously shocked by Master Fangzheng's "Yi Jin Jing" internal force, his right arm has not been felt until now, his internal breath is running stagnantly, and he knows that if he continues to beat, the road down the mountain will be a bit difficult.

"The teacher Ren's words are very appropriate, and this old monk has exactly the intention." Master Fang Zheng said with his hands clasped together.

"Okay! Since both of you agree to count it as a draw, then this first match will be considered a tie between us." Daoist Chongxu glanced at Ling Jing and Xiang Wentian, and asked, "I don't know if the second match will be a draw." Which of you will play?"

Master Fangzheng and Ren Woxing were helped down respectively. Ren Yingying supported Ren Woxing and asked in a low voice.

Xiang Wentian suddenly sneered, took a few steps forward, pointed at Zuo Lengchan and said, "Master Zuo, you didn't pick this bargain, but you are very disappointed? Haha, I will pick you up for the second round trick."

Zuo Lengchan's expression darkened, and he said, "I've heard about the name of "Tianwang Laozi" Xiang Wentian for a long time, and I'm going to learn your excellency's tricks today." I don't know what he was thinking at this moment.

Ling Jing frowned and glanced at Xiang Wentian, not at all surprised that this person took the initiative to ask for a fight.He and Xiang Wentian didn't say that their enmity was as deep as the sea, but the grudge was not small. It's not surprising that this person made a move without asking himself first.

"Ask for trouble!" Ling Jing didn't say anything to stop him, even though he knew Xiang Wentian would be defeated, but it would still be useful for this super master to consume a little bit of Zuo Lengchan's internal energy.

Daoist Chongxu saw that Ling Jing had no objection, so he backed away.

Xiang Wentian was about to slash his long saber, and rushed towards Zuo Lengchan with a solemn expression. In fact, in terms of martial arts, he was also a well-known figure in the Sun Moon God Sect, but for Zuo Lengchan, the three great masters of the right way, One of the top figures of the Grandmaster, he still dare not act carelessly.

With a flash of silver light, Xiang Wentian slashed directly at Zuo Lengchan's left shoulder with a rumbling sound.

Zuo Lengchan didn't change his face, suddenly he slanted to the right, and at the same time he raised his left hand to grab Xiang Wentian's wrist.

"How could it be so easy!" Xiang Wentian was also a battle-hardened person, at this moment, he held the handle of the knife calmly, poked it back, and tapped Lengchan's two fingers to the left.

Zuo Lengchan hurriedly withdrew his move, and when there was no time to move, he kicked Xiang Wentian's waist again.

These two people changed their moves very quickly, and they had obviously mastered their moves to the point where they could do whatever they wanted. The heads of several sects around looked at the two of them in the field and couldn't help secretly praising them in their hearts.

The two were fighting in the arena, Xiang Wentian's saber skills were exquisite, and his martial arts skills were no longer inferior to those of some great sect leaders, but Zuo Lengchan fought with them, after ten or twenty moves, he still seemed to be able to handle them with ease, all relying on palm skills, It seems that he doesn't want to consume too much internal energy in fingering to receive moves and attack.

Xiang Wentian's face became more and more ugly as he beat him, he could naturally see what Zuo Lengchan was thinking at the moment, suddenly, with a loud shout, his feet slammed on the ground, his figure was like the wind Sweeping out, he slashed vertically, facing Zuo Lengchan's middle gate.

Zuo Lengchan narrowed his eyes slightly, this knife was much faster than the previous moves, but he just sneered, when the blade struck, he suddenly pinched his palms.

"Snapped!"[

Zuo Lengchan clamped Xiang Wentian's long knife with a pair of fleshy palms, no matter how hard Xiang Wentian tried afterwards, he couldn't pull it out.

Xiang Wentian panicked, he raised his left foot and kicked him coldly to the left.

This kind of low-level trick is naturally nothing in the eyes of the people in the Demon Cult, but many people present are the top figures in the righteous way. Seeing Xiang Wentian's despicable trick, they can't help but secretly frown.

"shame!"

Zuo Lengchan cursed angrily, raised his foot to shift gears, and at the same time, his right hand quickly passed Xiang Wentian's knife.

"Crash crash!"

A layer of transparent ice crystals instantly formed on the body of the knife, under the ice crystals, all the places where Zuo Lengchan's palm slid over were cracked.

A burst of bone-chilling cold air penetrated from the knife body into Xiang Wentian's palm, and then followed the meridians in his hand, directly hitting the lungs.

"As soon as the Zuo Sect's "Ice True Qi" comes out, Xiang Wentian will probably be defeated." The people present are all masters, and their eyesight is naturally not weak. Zuo Lengchan cultivated this kind of extremely cold Internal force, already faintly restraining all kinds of internal skills, Xiang Wentian got this move, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue fighting.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong stood in the middle of the crowd, watching Zuo Lengchan perform this miraculous martial art, his eyes could not help shrinking slightly.

"Give me back!"

Following Zuo Lengchan's shout, the long knife in Xiang Wentian's hand shattered inch by inch, and the fragmented blade turned into more than ten fragments, scattered all over the ground.

Xiang Wentian's face turned blue, and his lips turned purple. It was obvious that the cold air had entered his body, and he had been poisoned by the cold.

A ruthless look flashed across Zuo Lengchan's face, his left palm passed under his right arm, and he hit Xiang Wentian's chest, sending him flying.

"To brother!"

Ren Woxing glanced coldly at Zuo Lengchan, flew up, took Xiang Wentian with his left hand, folded his body in mid-air, and fell back to the place where he was before like a wild goose.

"Uncle Xiang, are you okay?" Seeing that Xiang Wentian's face was blue, his whole body was trembling, and even his breath was faintly white, Ren Yingying couldn't help asking anxiously.

"It's okay, this dog thief's icy internal energy is really good!" Xiang Wentian laughed, and felt his inner breath stagnate, as if he had been frozen into ice, his whole body was stiff.

"Don't talk yet, we'll talk about everything after I help you dissolve the cold air in your body." Ren Woxing could see that Xiang Wentian's situation was not very good at this time, if he allowed this cold energy to entangle in Xiang Wentian's body, he would definitely die Seriously hurt at all.

Putting a palm on Xiang Wentian's heart, the internal force penetrated into his body, and he operated the "Star Absorbing Insect", trying to absorb and dissolve Zuo Lengchan's "Ice True Qi".

Suddenly, a layer of faint white air began to spread along Ren Woxing's left palm to his wrist.

"Daddy!" Ren Yingying exclaimed in a low voice.

"It seems that this old man Zuo has really practiced a great martial art." Ren Woxing sneered, his left arm trembled, and all the cold air in his hand was "forced" out.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan said indifferently in the field: "This match, it can be regarded as our victory."

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