Fragrance Stealer

But no matter how magnanimous he was, he couldn't help Shaolin ridiculed him over and over again. Now Xuan Cheng pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, he couldn't help being a little angry, and replied lightly: "Although Shaolin 72 stunts are not understood, they are martial arts. A different path leads to the same goal, Pindao has created a set of boxing techniques of his own in recent years, if the master is interested, the two schools of yours and mine can discuss with each other, and we should be able to learn from each other and gain something."

Xuan Cheng was slightly taken aback. He originally wanted to test how high Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were, but he didn't dare to accept Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts. Although he was conceited, he was known as the No. After all, Zhang Sanfeng is a half-immortal figure in the martial arts world, and he is not sure of winning. If he loses, wouldn't it be a drag on Shaolin's prestige?

However, Xuan Cheng is not stupid to be able to practice the thirteen unique skills of Shaolin at the same time. He soon had an idea and said loudly: "It's good for Shaolin Wudang to communicate with each other, but Zhenren Zhang is a senior of martial arts. If the juniors go to battle alone, It would damage the real person's reputation, and it would be difficult to achieve the purpose of communication, I think it would be better for me, senior brother Fang Zheng, and Xu Zhu to ask the real person for advice..."

Xuan Cheng has always been proud and arrogant, for other people, he would never bother to join hands with others to fight against the enemy, but Zhang Sanfeng's reputation is too great.Although he thinks that with his own martial arts, he may not lose to the opponent alone, but it is related to Shaolin's reputation, so he still intends to be on the safe side.

Fang Zheng pondered slightly, although he felt that it would be disgraceful to fight more and less, but all these years the monks in Shaolin Temple have been curious about the extent of Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation, but Zhang Sanfeng usually does not go out of the mountains, and what happens in the rivers and lakes is handled by a group of disciples. To deal with it, there is no chance for Shaolin Temple to investigate, and now this opportunity is once in a thousand years, Fang Zheng naturally does not want to miss it.

As for Xu Zhu, he was too happy to be able to compete with such a martial arts legend like Zhang Sanfeng, how could he refuse?

Seeing the tacit understanding among the three monks, Song Qingshu couldn't help being furious: "What a Shaolin Temple, do you intend to bully the few with more people? Since it is counted by seniority, the two masters are also my seniors. I will help Master Zhang. There is nothing to say."

In Song Qingshu's view, whether it is Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng or Xu Zhu, they are all the top experts in the arena. With his current cultivation, it is of course no problem to deal with one, but he can only deal with two at the same time. Self-protection, against the combination of the three, the only way is to escape.Although Zhang Sanfeng has a good fortune and supernatural power, he is already a hundred years old after all, in case there is a mistake in the middle...

Xuan Cheng sneered, "What is Zhang Zhenren's status in the martial arts world? How could he join hands with others to fight against the enemy?"

What Song Qingshu wanted to say, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly: "Thank you little brother for your kindness, but it is not so easy for the three of them to win against the poor."

Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback. Hearing his tone, he didn't seem to take the three of them into consideration. He couldn't help but be surprised: "It's the boy Meng Lang. Please, Mr. Zhang."

Xuan Cheng also felt that he was underestimated, so he couldn't help being secretly annoyed, and said in a deep voice: "In this case, the poor monk offended." After speaking, the monk's robe drummed up, and his whole body turned into a red light and hit Zhang Sanfeng.

Fang Zheng and Xu Zhu looked at each other, but they didn't follow suit, after all they were very assured of Xuan Cheng's cultivation, so it's better to let him test each other's details first.

Halfway through Xuan Cheng's palm extension, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the arena, and the yellow sand on the ground was blown up all over the sky. Even though they were not the target of the opponent's attack, other people in the arena were forced to retreat step by step by the aftermath of the palm force.

Ren Yingying yelled, then closed her eyes and gently buried the gnat on Song Qingshu's chest to avoid the wind and sand all over the sky. Smelling the faint fragrance of her body, Song Qingshu had a crush on Xuan Cheng for the first time: This great monk is good at assists!

Suddenly Wu Yunzhu's exclamation came from next to his ear, Song Qingshu looked back and saw her staggering and falling backwards, of course he didn't want to see the other party's delicate skin and fleshy face bruised on the ground, leaving her With the other hand, the ape's arm was extended, and it grabbed Wu Yunzhu's slender waist and hugged her back.

"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu blushed slightly, and she rested her head on his arm like a scholar Ren Yingying.

As for AhZi, You TanZhi had appeared in front of her a long time ago, blocking the wind and sand for her, naturally Song QingShu didn't need to worry about it.It's a pity that Ah Zi didn't show any gratitude at all, and secretly complained in her heart: Huh, this dead iron ugly has no eyesight, he originally wanted to lie in his master's arms, but you made it easier for that little boy. girl.

Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the thoughts of the girls, but instead focused on the two in the field. Although he was very assured of Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuan Cheng was not an ordinary master.

Seeing Xuan Cheng's terrifying attack, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. He let the opponent's palm strike, and only when the opponent's palm was about to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to rest on the opponent's wrist. go.

Perhaps because he was about to attack the opponent soon, Xuan Cheng inevitably leaked his palm power, and the wind and sand in the field suddenly became much smaller.Everyone present, even Wu Yunzhu, who doesn't know martial arts, could see Zhang Sanfeng's movements clearly—his movements were so slow, even Wu Yunzhu felt that she raised her hand much faster than him.

But what surprised everyone was that Zhang Sanfeng was surprisingly slow in raising his hand, but he arrived first, supported Xuan Cheng's wrist in time and pushed it aside, Xuan Cheng suddenly felt a soft force coming from his wrist, and the whole body The person was a little unsteady and staggered to the side.

Ren Yingying subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the man behind her, thinking to herself: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems slow but fast, and it is quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Could it be that this man's cultivation has reached Zhang Sanfeng's level? Is it?

Xuan Cheng was startled, jumped back hastily, opened the distance from the opponent, Zhang Sanfeng didn't pursue, glanced at the leaves that were shattered by his palm wind, and couldn't help but praise: "Prajna Palm, indeed it is worthy of being the tallest palm in Shaolin Temple. Deep palm."

Xuan Cheng snorted, the first move made such a mess, Zhang Sanfeng's praise certainly sounded very harsh.However, he didn't take the failure of this move too seriously. After all, this move was mostly a test, and he only used [-]% of his skills, and most of them were false moves.

Fang Zheng coughed lightly: "The younger generation has practiced Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm for many years, and I would like to ask the real person for advice." After speaking, he slapped lightly.

Chapter 629

Fang Zheng's palm move is normal, but in the middle of the palm, he suddenly shakes slightly, one palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, four palms become eight palms.Ranwen≯≮≧≮Fiction. www.ranwen.org ≯

Zuo Lengchan was silent as he watched, thinking that Master Fangzheng's every palm strike had changed into several directions in the middle of it, the palm technique is so fantastic, it has never been seen in his life, hey, it seems that the Songshan School and the Compared with Shaolin's background, it is really far behind.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng still had a smile on his face, and he didn't intend to evade parrying at all, Fang Zheng couldn't help but let out a little gasp. His set of palms changes one into two, two into four, and four into eight. If the enemy doesn't interrupt it in time, just In an instant, he was able to turn eight palms into sixteen palms, and then transform into 32 palms. The more palms, the stronger the deceptiveness and the greater the power.If the legendary thousand palms were really used, the enemy would already be dazzled, and before he could react, he would already have countless palms in his body.

Since Zhang Sanfeng didn't make a move, Fang Zheng was also happy to use it calmly, and gradually transformed to 120 eight palms, which is already the limit he can do. It is said that the highest level of the thousand-hand Tathagata Palm has been practiced to 24 palms, but Shaolin Temple has hundreds of years. In the past, no one could reach that state, and Fang Zheng's illusion of 120 eight palms was unprecedented.

Seeing the palm shadows all over the sky rushing towards him, Zhang Sanfeng raised his hands slightly, and calmly drew a few times in front of him, a Tai Chi pattern appeared faintly, when the palm shadows all over the sky touched the Tai Chi pattern, it was like winter snow meeting the scorching sun. In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.

Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and then looked into the field, and saw that Master Fang Zheng's palms had been locked by Zhang Sanfeng's hands, and Fang Zheng's hands might not be able to keep them with just a little effort.

"Acceptance." Zhang Sanfeng smiled at the other party, and when he raised his hands, Fang Zheng felt a soft force, and he flew back to his camp all at once.

Seeing that the two masters of Shaolin were defeated by every move, everyone in the arena was amazed, Xu Zhu remained silent, thinking to himself: In terms of moves, I definitely can't beat him with a hundred years of experience, but if it is a competition of internal strength, with my strength There may not be no chance for Beiming Divine Art.

Having made up his mind, Xu Zhu bowed slightly and saluted: "This junior ask Zhenren Zhang about his internal strength." After speaking, slowly push two palms towards Zhang Sanfeng.

The people around couldn't help but secretly slander when they saw it, compared to Xuan Cheng's and Fang Zheng's attacks before, Xu Zhu's move is as ordinary as his appearance, even some men in black booed in the arena.

Song Qingshu hastily reminded: "Master Zhang, be careful, he is the Beiming magic skill, which is designed to absorb people's internal energy!"

Looking at the martial arts in the entire Jinshu system, martial arts such as Beiming Shengong and Xingxing Da.fa are the easiest to overwhelm the top masters in the gutter. Jiumozhi in "Dragon Babu" does not know that he is full of martial arts. How many levels is higher than Duan Yu, but when he became mad, he accidentally hit Duan Yu's Beiming magic skill, and his shocking internal energy was completely absorbed; in the later period of "Swordsman", Yue Buqun practiced the evil sword After making the spectrum, he was already a top player in the arena, and after he had already restrained Linghu Chong, he accidentally fell for his star-absorbing magic, and all his internal energy was also sucked out.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation is astonishing as the past, but if he is not prepared, he may capsize in the gutter.

"Beiming Divine Art?" Zhang Sanfeng was startled, the word seemed to bring back some memories in him.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was defenseless, Xu Zhu couldn't help being secretly happy, he stretched out his hand and pressed on his palm, urging Beiming Shengong to suck up wildly, unexpectedly he exhausted all his efforts, but he couldn't suck a single bit of internal energy.

It turns out that Zhang Sanfeng has practiced for a hundred years, and his internal energy is endless, and the cycle goes back and forth. The true energy in the dantian is like cigarette smoke, and it is leisurely. .

Zhang Sanfeng has come to his senses, looked at Xu Zhu quietly: "Little Master, what is your relationship with Xiaoyao Sect?"

Xu Zhu saw that Beiming's magical power had failed, he was panicking, he subconsciously replied: "What Xiaoyao sect? I've never heard of it."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, spat out his palm force slightly, and shook him back, without speaking, just groaning there, as if he was worried about something.

Although Xuan Cheng was still a little unconvinced and knew that he hadn't used all his strength, Zhang Sanfeng played it lightly. Every time he used one move to force the three of them back, obviously he didn't use his full strength. : "Today I saw Master Zhang's miraculous skills, and the poor monk really admired it. It's just that the "Yi Jin Jing" in our temple was taken as his own by this benefactor, and I still hope Master Zhang to be the master."

""Yi Jin Jing"?" Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, and looked at Song Qingshu suspiciously.

Song Qingshu hastily explained the ins and outs of the future, Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, and said: "What the masters did just now is inherently inappropriate, but the "Yi Jin Jing" is indeed a Shaolin thing, and you refuse to return it, which is somewhat unreasonable."

"Since Master Zhang has spoken, how dare this junior refuse to listen." Song Qingshu smiled slightly, turned to Azi and said, "Azi, go to You Shaoxia and get the "Yi Jin Jing"."

"Yes." AhZi murmured, walking in front of You TanZhi with some reluctance.

Although You Tanzhi was very upset seeing the little fairy listening to Song Qingshu like this, but thinking that returning this secret book to Shaolin Temple would be better than Ah Zi taking it to Song Qingshu, he didn't think there was anything wrong, so he simply took out the secret book and gave it to her .

Ah Zi took the secret book of "Yi Jin Jing" and walked up to Song Qingshu, blocked the eyes of the people around her with her body, and put the "Yi Jin Jing" in her arms without showing any trace, Shun Bian took out another secret book of unknown origin and handed it to Song Qing. When he got it in his hand, he deliberately said loudly: "Master, these smelly monks seem to be merciful, but they are actually the same as this Songshan sect. Just now, on the surface, they looked at the fire from the other side, but in fact they were pulling sideways and secretly helping each other. Those assassins sent by Songshan, are you really going to return this secret book to them?"

Noticing Ah Zi's movements, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he said with a tacit understanding: "After all, this "Yi Jin Jing" belongs to Shaolin, and we have no reason to occupy it and not return it, but you are right, these stinky The monk always has to pay the price for the actions just now. Here, great monk, continue." After speaking, he threw the scriptures in the direction where Xuan Cheng was standing.

Hearing his words, Xuan Chengzheng faintly felt that something was wrong, but when he saw the scriptures flying towards him, he subconsciously flew into the air and stretched out his hands to grab them. Who knew that he could sense a dark energy hidden in the scriptures as soon as he got his hands on them.

"Oops!" Xuan Cheng exclaimed.

boom!

The scriptures in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into dust all over the sky and scattered all over the ground.

"You!" Looking at the powder on the ground, who couldn't even reassemble it, Xuan Cheng couldn't help being furious, and stared fiercely at Song Qingshu.

"Hey, great monk, have you practiced too much fierce kung fu, why are you so careless? How can such a fragile scripture be able to withstand such a strong grab from you?" Song Qingshu subconsciously exclaimed, as if everything had nothing to do with him Average relationship.