The Wudang Junior Master

"I said."

Zhang Wuling kicked Zhang Lingyu away, took a few steps back, and said, "If you want to fight me, you're making a wrong calculation."

Zhang Lingyu was interested in fighting with him, so he didn't mind warming up with the other party.

But if Zhang Lingyu thinks that he can defeat him just by relying on boxing and kicking, then that is really wishful thinking.

The "Wu" of my Wudang is not only the Wu of Xuanwu, not only the Wu of Zhenwu, but also the Wu that can fight very well!

Zhang Lingyu heard this and said, "If that's the case, then it's as you wish!"

Afterwards, Zhang Lingyu's body just floated in the air, and the thunder and lightning became more and more violent, as if something was brewing.

Yang Wu Lei: Thunder, Lightning and Flying Fire!

Squeak!

Thunder and lightning are flying, and fire is surging.

In an instant, the entire venue was covered by dense thunder and lightning.

It's like a meteor falling from the sky, or like a thunderstorm descending on the earth.

Some people in the stands were caught off guard and were so frightened by the shocking scene that they even shrank back down from the stage.

At this moment, Zhang Lingyu's move fully demonstrated Yang Wulei's strength and ferocity.

On the other side, Zhang Chulan and Feng Xingtong, who had hurriedly finished the game, had just squeezed into the stands when they saw this scene.

"What the hell! Is this Yang Wu Lei?!" Zhang Chulan was so scared that his nose started to snot.

Compared with Zhang Lingyu's Yang Lei, his thunder method is really nothing compared to the big one.

Ten years of hiatus...

No matter how talented you are, it is extremely difficult to catch up with a group of geniuses who have practiced hard since childhood in a short period of time.

Even if I am not as talented, but the hard work and sweat of so many years, how can it be caught up in such a short time as so-called talent?

Feng Xingtong, who was standing by, wiped his sweat and asked worriedly, "Is Taoist Master Zhang okay?"

Something's wrong?

Zhang Wuling, who was in the center of the thunderstorm and thermal power plant, was furious, his Taoist robe fluttering, and he held up the Tai Chi diagram in one hand to dissolve the lightning and thermal power.

Zhang Lingyu's move was very powerful, with a range so wide that there was nowhere to hide. Moreover, thunder and fire came out at the same time, and the power was extremely great.

At this moment, this guy was like a little Thor, floating in the air and striking him hard.

It can be seen that Zhang Lingyu really wants to beat him to death.

Oh, really, it was just a slap in the face before, why do you still hold a grudge against me?

Careful person...

"Hey, you guys are pretty good at chopping, right?"

Zhang Wuling raised his hands, and the Tai Chi Yin and Yang rotated rapidly, defeating the thunder and lightning. Then he brought his hands back to his waist and pushed one palm towards the sky.

Tai Chi·Danfeng Chaoyang!

The pure Yang power transformed into a phoenix, which cried in the sky, spread its wings and flew through the thunder and fire arrows, crashing into Zhang Lingyu in the air at an extremely fast speed.

The attack was too fast. Although Zhang Lingyu was ready to dodge when he saw the phoenix, he did not expect that the phoenix could spread its wings and fly thousands of miles in an instant.

When he saw it and prepared to react, it was already too late.

The thunder and fire in the sky were scattered by the wings of the red phoenix, and the sky suddenly became clear, leaving only the remaining thunder and fire falling.

Zhang Lingyu's body fell from the air, rolled twice, and quickly turned over and stood up. His white Taoist robe looked a little disheveled.

After taking a breath, the people in the stands exclaimed and talked as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Oh my god, what was that just now? A phoenix?"

"That's too fierce! Both of them are too fierce!"

"Zhang Lingyu is already very strong, but the guy on the other side is called Zhang Wuling."

"Who says it's not? If it were anyone else, they would have been defeated long ago."

"Look, Zhang Wuling's clothes are still not dirty."

"Awesome! You're truly my lifelong idol!"

Feng Shayan stared at the two people in the audience in shock, recalling the scenes just now, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are these two people...really the same age as us?"

Feng Zhenghao, who was standing by, heard this and said, "Don't overthink it. One is a Wudang disciple, and the other is a Tianshi disciple. Their talents, resources, and backgrounds are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Comparing yourself with them is just asking for trouble. Think more positively."

Young people are all arrogant, and generally speaking, no one will submit to anyone else.

Especially for a girl like Feng Shayan who is a gifted girl, not only has she been living a life of luxury since childhood, but she is also a gifted person. Apart from practicing, she has suffered very little hardship.

But the more people like this, when they see someone they may never be able to surpass even if they work hard all their lives, the emotions in their hearts are indescribable to outsiders.

Feng Zhenghao looked at the two people off the court, then glanced towards the stands, paused at Sima Andao and Wang Ye, and finally stopped at Zhang Chulan.

"These two are truly the pride of heaven. Their skills are beyond the reach of many of the older generation. Don't you agree, President Feng?"

Feng Zhenghao averted his gaze and turned to the side, only to see Hong Wen, the president of the Yihe Society, talking to him with a smile.

Feng Zhenghao laughed and said, "President Hong is right. We are all old now. We can't even compare to these younger generations."

Hong Wen said, "President Feng, do you think God is fair? He created mortals and geniuses. In front of geniuses, mortals can never even begin to compare to them in their entire lives."

Feng Zhenghao glanced at Hong Wen before saying, "President Hong's words are too profound. I don't understand. I only know that mortals have mortal lives, and geniuses have genius responsibilities. If they are inherently different, then there's no point in comparing them, right?"

"Oh, President Feng is right. I was just obsessed." Hong Wen said with a smile.

After that, Hong Wen didn't say anything else, still with that amiable expression, like an old KFC grandfather.

But Feng Zhenghao will not be fooled by this appearance. In his heart, Hong Wen is a more terrifying existence than people like Wang Ai.

The Tianxiahui also does business, so naturally they are well-informed.

Although the Boxer Society abides by the law in China, the things they do abroad are extremely bloody and cruel.

How could the leader of such an organization look so kind and amiable?

"Pooh!"

Zhang Lingyu spat out the blood in his mouth and looked at the figure opposite him with a solemn expression.

It was this figure that often appeared in his dreams.

The oppressive feeling as strong as a mountain and the huge slap that covered the sky and the sun woke him up from his dreams many times.

Zhang Wuling......

This person is like a mountain, difficult to climb, but the more so, the more Zhang Lingyu wants to challenge him.

He had lost before.

Today, he might lose again.

But for him, winning or losing is not important. What is important is the presence of this person named Zhang Wuling.

As long as Zhang Wuling is there, he knows that he can still improve and become stronger!

"continue!"

Zhang Lingyu slammed his palms on the ground, and lightning shot out from his body, dancing wildly in the air.

Yang Wu Lei·Long Tan!

Thunder and lightning covered the earth, turning into a vast sea of ​​thunder.

Thunder and lightning are moving, like waves and deep sea.

Zhang Wuling looked at the thunder under his feet and the arcs of electricity climbing up.

It's such a large-scale move again, Zhang Lingyu. I'm afraid your current true Qi can't support it.

Stab it!

A thunder dragon emerged from the sea of ​​thunder, opened its huge mouth, roared and swooped down.

"Tsk, earning a few hundred a month? What's the point of playing with that..."

Zhang Wuling's hair was blown up by the strong wind brought by the thunder and lightning. He looked helplessly at the thunder dragon swooping down on his head, and his body turned into a shadow and quickly disappeared.

Tai Chi

It's hard to know.