The Wudang Junior Master

Competition field number three.

Zhang Wuling looked at the red-haired man opposite him. He never thought that he would actually fight with "Five Hundred".

By the way, if I take care of Jia Zhengliang here, he won't be able to meet Feng Shayan later. Wouldn't that mean there will be one less famous scene?

Um......

Forget it, why think so much, fate will tell—if these two people are really destined to be together.

"Hey, yes, I'm playing right now."

"Mom, don't worry about me. This isn't a private fight. We're all very sensible."

"I've already told you, this is a formal occasion, and the seniors from the Ten Lords are all here."

Across the street, Red-haired Jia Zhengliang was talking to his mother on the phone.

Zhang Wuling waited for a while, only to find that the guy had no intention of hanging up the phone.

Mommy boy?

I don't know why, but it feels like if I keep waiting like this, even if I wait another hour, I won't be able to fight.

In the stands, the Taoist priest from the Tianshi Mansion who was acting as referee could no longer bear to watch and shouted, "Hey, the game has begun!"

"Okay, Mom, I want to compete. My opponent in this match is very strong."

"What? His name is Zhang Wuling, he's from Wudang, I heard he's very powerful."

"Mom, don't worry, I'll just talk to him. He has no grudge against me and won't do anything ruthless."

"What's more, my Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is not to be trifled with. If I can win the championship, I will become the object of competition among all major forces. Will you still worry that I won't be able to find a satisfactory wife by then?"

Jia Zhengliang chatted with his mother for a few more words before finally putting down his phone.

"Master Zhang, I'm sorry. My mother was worried about me, so we chatted for a while longer."

Zhang Wuling was very graceful and said, "It's okay. A mother worries about her child even when he's thousands of miles away. I understand."

Jia Zhengliang immediately felt a liking for him: "Master, you are indeed very reasonable. Thank you for your guidance in this match!"

"polite."

After saying that, Jia Zhengliang took out a few small knives from behind his back, and with a flick of his hand, several flying knives immediately chopped towards Zhang Wuling.

Knife, very quickly.

But Zhang Wuling's hands were faster. He raised his right hand and easily grabbed a flying knife in his hand.

Ding Ding Ding!

With a casual wave of his hand, he blocked the flying knife attacks from all around without moving a step.

"I heard that the knife-cut noodles in the northwest are delicious?"

Jia Zhengliang was startled by Zhang Wuling's move and was a little slow to react. "Wha...what?"

What a dear mother!

This guy actually caught his throwing knife with just two fingers? !

Zhang Wuling didn't even look at the knives flying around him, appearing calm and composed. "Your knife is so fast, if you can cut noodles, your business will definitely be very good. Can you make knife-cut noodles?"

Jia Zhengliang's face twitched: "No...I can't."

"That's a shame."

As he spoke, Zhang Wuling's two hands moved at the same time, turning into an afterimage.

When everyone could see clearly, they discovered that all the flying knives around them had been caught between Zhang Wuling's fingers.

"Your ability to control objects is good, but it's probably not enough to win the competition. If you have any trump cards, you'd better use them now."

Jia Zhengliang was silent for a moment, then blushed and scratched his head awkwardly: "Master, I do have a trump card, but could you please return my flying knife to me first?"

In fact, he didn't want to say this, but the flying knife was held in Zhang Wuling's hand and he couldn't take it back.

Zhang Wuling smiled when he heard this, released the strength from his fingers, and the six flying knives flew back immediately.

This time, Jia Zhengliang became much more serious and took out all of his twelve flying knives.

The flying knife was attached with true Qi, making it look more threatening.

"Master, be careful! The power of the twelve flying knives is different from before!"

Zhang Wuling nodded: "Come on without worry."

"Go!" Jia Zhengliang waved his hand.

The twelve flying knives were indeed much faster than before, and it was almost impossible to detect them with the naked eye.

Zhang Wuling grinned, releasing his majestic true energy. The Tai Chi power was like wind and fog, forming a chaotic area around him.

"Yes, it's really powerful, but when it comes to killing immortals... it's still far from it."

When the twelve flying knives that could slay immortals flew into this chaotic land where the Yin and Yang forces of Tai Chi intertwined, the Qi that Jia Zhengliang had attached to the knives was instantly dissipated.

At the same time, the invisible force, like a net, binds all the "prey" that fall into it.

Just like a fallen leaf floating on the water, the iron enters the magnetic field and cannot escape the interference.

Seeing that something was wrong, Jia Zhengliang immediately wanted to retract the flying knife.

But when he tried to control his knife, he clearly felt the outrageous and even terrifying stickiness.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be Tai Chi Yin Hand, or soft power.

At this moment, Jia Zhengliang felt like he was grabbing an oil-coated iron rod with his hands.

I clearly caught it, but it was so slippery that I couldn't control it at all.

Twelve flying knives that beheaded immortals were shaking and flying around in the chaotic area created by the Tai Chi force, but they did not get close to Zhang Wuling who was inside it.

"Wrapping my own Qi around the flying knife reduces friction and greatly enhances its power, especially its speed. It's really good."

Zhang Wuling first praised him, then said, "But—in the end it's just a kind of strength."

After saying this, Zhang Wuling slowly raised his hand, and a pure yang force visible to the naked eye rose up like fire.

The extremely strong and masculine force suddenly invaded the flying knife and took the dominant position.

Of course, this is not refining, it is just simply controlling it with force.

It’s a bit like, this car is not mine and I don’t have the key, but I can still drive away by using some violent means. It’s about the same idea.

Tai Chi turns the world upside down!

Zhang Wuling flicked his wrist and pushed Jia Zhengliang, and the twelve flying knives wrapped in pure Yang energy immediately flew back.

"what!"

Jia Zhengliang opened his eyes wide and wanted to hide, but the sound of the wind in his ears told him that it was too late.

The scene was silent, and everyone in the stands stood up, as if wanting to see the scene more clearly.

Finally, they saw the twelve flying knives neatly lined up in a row on the wall behind Jia Zhengliang.

Zhang Wuling put down his hand and withdrew his excited energy.

"Accepted."

After clasping his fists and saluting, Zhang Wuling moved his feet and prepared to leave the venue.

The winner has been decided, and others still have to compete, so try not to delay.

But when he turned halfway, he found that Jia Zhengliang opposite him suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Huh?" Zhang Wuling turned around and found that Jia Zhengliang's eyes were dull, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

What's wrong with you, little brother?

"I've been practicing for so many years... and it's just one move... No, it's not even one move."

Jia Zhengliang knelt on the ground with his head lowered, muttering to himself, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Zhang Wuling had excellent hearing, and he could hear Jia Zhengliang even though his voice was very low.

Oh, it turns out that I was hit.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Wuling came to Jia Zhengliang, extended his hand and said, "Your flying knife is quite good. Keep practicing, and you will definitely become a top-notch master in the future."

"Master, you don't need to comfort me..."

Hey, this kid who has never left the village is so fragile. By the way, he is still a virgin now.

Chicks are trouble.

"I'm not trying to comfort you," Zhang Wuling said. "I was completely focused on catching your twelve flying knives just now. If you were any faster, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy for me."

"Really?" Jia Zhengliang was skeptical.

"of course."

Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, Jia Zhengliang's despair and loss were finally reduced a little.

Grabbing Zhang Wuling's hand and standing up, Jia Zhengliang said seriously, "It seems that my strength is still too weak, but next time, I will definitely impress the Taoist priest!"

"I am waiting."

Seeing that Jia Zhengliang had regained some of his spirit, Zhang Wuling smiled slightly and then turned around to leave the venue.

In the stands, Lu Linglong, one of the spectators, looked at Zhang Wuling's back and sighed:

"Master Zhang's strength has become even more terrifying. How can a person be so perverted?"