The Wudang Junior Master

Not right.

Ding Shimaan took a stance, his eyes moving back and forth over Zhang Wuling.

Just now, he suddenly discovered that Zhang Wuling's strength was becoming stronger and stronger, his speed was getting faster and faster, and his momentum was also soaring.

The most obvious manifestation is the invisible and transparent "qi" emanating from the opponent's body at this moment.

This kind of energy is not true qi, it is invisible and colorless, pure and transparent, but it just floats on Zhang Wuling's body.

The method of inner cultivation: Observation!

In order to understand what was going on, Ding Shiman used the "Observation Method", which allowed him to see some things and mysteries more clearly.

"Sure enough, it's not Qi, and there's no sign of any magic working. The layer of transparent Qi floating outside the body seems to be pure power emitted by the flesh." Ding Shimaan thought to himself.

Try again!

Ding Shimaan's chest swelled up, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large ball of fire.

"You also know acrobatic tricks?"

Zhang Wuling was a little surprised. Ding Shimaan was indeed a man who had learned from many people. He really knew a little bit of everything and his fighting ability was indeed not weak.

But it was just a fireball and couldn't hurt him at all. It was obvious that he had some backup plan.

Zhang Wuling became alert and used one hand to send out a burst of energy to disperse the fireball.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several thin needles broke through the air and, under the cover of the fireball, instantly arrived in front of Zhang Wuling.

If an ordinary person faced this move, he would have to be alert to deal with it, but Zhang Wuling had the time to glance across and found the missing Ding Shimaan.

He moved his body, leaving behind three or two afterimages, and the ghost needle was unable to touch him at all.

Bang!

The ground broke open, and two arms emerged from the ground and grabbed Zhang Wuling's ankles.

Hiding underground...

Zhang Wuling exerted force from his Dantian, and the true Qi flowed to the meridians of his legs, suddenly bursting out.

For a moment, the ground shook, the grass flew, and the air waves swept out layer by layer. Xia Liuqing, who was lying on the ground in the distance, was splashed in the face. He felt like he was hit by a flood and almost fainted.

Ding Shimaan was forced out by the shock wave, leaped up, twisted his waist and swung his fist, attacking Zhang Wuling's back of the head.

Tai Chi

Two dragons go out to sea!

With the arms raised, the wind and clouds moved, and the world turned into black and white in an instant.

Ding Shimaan's heart was filled with alarm, and a sense of danger filled his whole body.

His instinct told him that this move probably couldn't be taken head-on at close range.

Then he suddenly skimmed the air with one foot, stopped the attack, and quickly retreated.

However, two divine dragons suddenly flew out from the black and white Tai Chi sea.

One black and one white, they flew into the air and pounced towards him swiftly.

Ding Shimaan wanted to hide, but found himself affected by the Qi and trapped in a quagmire. The black and white dragons also locked onto him, making it almost impossible for him to avoid them completely.

There was no other way, Ding Shimaan could only activate his body protection skills and prepare to withstand this attack.

But he soon realized that this decision was extremely wrong.

The black dragon was like an invisible dragon, piercing through his body. In an instant, Ding Shimaan felt that the circulation of his qi and blood was obstructed, and he had a trance-like feeling as if his soul was knocked out.

The white dragon followed closely behind, with terrifying power, like the water of the Yellow River carrying the rocks of Mount Tai, pouring down and continuously impacting the body.

The roar of two dragons shook the sky.

"puff!"

Ding Shimaan's body was carried away by the Yin and Yang dragons and landed on the lawn more than ten meters away. He was unable to get up for a long time.

After feeling it carefully, Ding Shimaan found that he was in a state of confusion and had no strength in his body. Even breathing felt like suffocation, as if he had been holding his breath in the water for a whole day.

In addition to this, there is muscle soreness, as if the whole body has been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

How many years has it been since I felt this way?

No, to be precise, this was probably the first time I was beaten so badly.

While thinking about this, Ding Shimaan practiced a special breathing method and began to recover his physical condition.

After a while, he was able to move a little more and struggled to stand up.

As soon as I sat up, a hand reached out in front of me.

Looking up, it was Zhang Wuling. He was still surrounded by black and white mysterious energy. When he got closer, he seemed to be able to hear the blood and energy in his body roaring like a dragon and a tiger, boiling and flowing without stopping.

Ding Shimaan didn't mind that he had been knocked down just now. He stretched out his hand and stood up with the help of the force.

"That move just now was Tai Chi?"

Zhang Wuling nodded: "Tai Chi."

"What's the move?"

"Two dragons go out to sea."

"The power of Tai Chi is one of hardness and softness, one yin and one yang," Ding Shimaan said. "The Taoist priest's move just now was a perfect blend of hardness and softness, a fusion of yin and yang. In terms of Tai Chi attainments alone, it can be said to have reached the pinnacle."

Ding Shimaan has been learning martial arts since he was a child, eating at many houses, and seeing all kinds of masters of unique skills.

Tai Chi is not unfamiliar to Ding Shimaan, and he has also met some Tai Chi masters.

However, most people who practice Tai Chi use more soft and flexible strength and less hard and fierce power, and they take the approach of using a little force to achieve a great effect.

But Zhang Wuling was different. His attacks were extremely powerful, with wide swings and sometimes mixed with a feminine force, catching the opponent off guard.

Of course, the most outrageous thing is that Ding Shiman discovered that Zhang Wuling would actually continue to improve his strength during the battle, and he was the type who became stronger and stronger as the battle went on.

This 'characteristic' is not a secret method, but more like a talent.

There are many people with this talent in history, especially those brave generals who have left their names in history.

It's probably similar to the numbers in the game. Once they enter a battle, the numbers of these people will soar as time goes on.

Then it will happen that the more you hit, the more outrageous the numbers become, and in the end they will crush you, leaving you helpless.

Ding Shimaan has met many capable fighters since he was a child, but Zhang Wuling is the first one he has met who has such talent.

He was able to handle it with ease at the beginning, but when he felt the pressure and the force that erupted in the end was so strong that even he couldn't withstand it. It was outrageous.

People like this were called "Ten Thousand Enemies" in ancient times.

Zhang Wuling didn't take Ding Shimaan's praise seriously. He looked at Tu Junfang who was standing not far away and said, "I'll take the person away."

Ding Shimaan smiled and said, "It's up to you. Anyway, I've accomplished what I wanted. I'm very happy to have another opponent from now on."

"Me too." Zhang Wuling took out his phone and said, "Add me. We can play again if there's a chance."

"Okay." Ding Shimaan also took out his mobile phone, and the two added each other's contact information.

Putting the phone away, Zhang Wuling came to Tu Junfang. Before he could speak, the other party raised his hand and said, "Master, there is no need to say more. I will go with you."

"Oh, you don't plan to resist?" Zhang Wuling teased.

Tu Junfang shrugged and said helplessly, "I know my own worth very well. I don't think I'm going to fight with you, Taoist priest? Forget it. I don't have the confidence."

Although Zhang Wuling's last move just now was not aimed directly at him, he did feel the power.

After weighing it over, he decided that if he were in Ding Shimaan's position, he would probably be killed even more miserably in an instant. In this situation, taking action was definitely not a good idea.

Damn it, if he knew who was causing trouble in the name of the Three Demon Sect, he would cut that person into pieces!

Seeing that Tu Junfang was willing to go with him, Zhang Wuling relaxed. The task given to him by his master was finally completed.

Next, all we have to do is bring Tu Junfang back to Wudang Mountain.