Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"But Rong'er, you're pregnant. What if you harm the fetus?!"

Guo Jing looked grave, his face filled with worry.

"At this point, there's no better way; we can't afford to lose again!"

"Don't worry, Brother Jing, I will be careful."

Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing firmly and said comfortingly.

"Chief Huang, let me do it!"

At this moment, Wu Santong stepped out from the crowd and volunteered to speak.

"Senior Wu, we absolutely cannot lose this battle. Can you handle it?"

Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, looking slightly worried.

Wu Santong nodded firmly and said, "Don't worry! We absolutely cannot let you take any risks while you're pregnant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Santong walked directly up to the high platform and declared loudly, "I will challenge you in this next battle..."

Just as Wu Santong was about to step onto the platform, a figure suddenly swept through the air and landed on the platform ahead of Wu Santong.

"Master Yin?!"

"Master Yin is about to make his move!"

Immediately afterwards, gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd below the stage, and everyone's face lit up with excitement.

The martial arts heroes present had all heard of Duan Zhengchun's strength. If Duan Zhengchun were to make a move, they would surely win this round!

In fact, Duan Zhengchun had already decided to make a move when Huang Rong was about to go on stage to challenge him, not for any other reason than that he didn't want Huang Rong to lose.

Moreover, he knew that Wu Santong was no match for Darba. If he lost another match, the leader of the martial arts alliance would be the Golden Wheel Monk. He would never allow Huo Du's treacherous scheme to succeed.

At that time, the martial arts world of the Central Plains will lose all face. He is also a member of the martial arts world of the Central Plains, so how can he stand idly by?

He originally had no interest in becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance, but now he had no choice but to step forward.

When Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw Duan Zhengchun finally appear, a look of joy flashed across their faces, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

"Master Yin, are you going to participate in this round?"

Wu Santong froze on the spot, then looked at Duan Zhengchun hesitantly and asked.

Duan Zhengchun coldly looked at the Golden Wheel Monk sitting in the chair opposite him and said loudly, "Since this is a duel between the martial arts world of the Central Plains and the martial arts world of the Western Regions, how can I be absent?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that old monk must be from the Vajrayana sect of the Western Regions. I never expected to meet him here. But I wonder if you were in that ancient temple when I caused such a ruckus at Zixia Peak last time?"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, the Golden Wheel Monk, who had been sitting calmly in his chair, instantly turned grim, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Duan Zhengchun.

Darba, who was standing next to the Golden Wheel Dharma King, hurriedly lowered his head and whispered a few words in the Golden Wheel Dharma King's ear. Then he saw the Golden Wheel Dharma King's face become more and more gloomy.

Although the two never clashed directly, the Golden Wheel Monk's desire to kill Duan Zhengchun had been brewing for quite some time.

When Huo Du saw Duan Zhengchun suddenly appear, his previous confidence and smugness vanished, and his expression kept changing. He clearly hadn't expected Duan Zhengchun to be in the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

The humiliation he had suffered on Zhongnan Mountain was still vivid in his mind. Now, seeing him again, he was filled with hatred and wanted his master to kill Duan Zhengchun immediately!

"Brother Guo, why don't you leave Darba to me, and let me witness the skills of the Great Mongol Kingdom's First Protector of the Nation?"

Duan Zhengchun, with one hand behind his back, asked loudly without turning his head.

Guo Jing stepped forward and said loudly, "Since Brother Yin is willing to help, then you can decide everything!"

To be honest, he didn't expect Duan Zhengchun to make a move, but since Duan Zhengchun was willing to take the initiative to fight Jinlun Fawang, their chances of winning were much greater!

Duan Zhengchun looked coldly at the Golden Wheel Monk and said in a deep voice, "Old monk, do you want to fight in this round, or the last round?"

"I'm ready anytime!"

The Golden Wheel Monk narrowed his eyes, instantly stood up, and in the blink of an eye, he was already five steps away from Duan Zhengchun. He said coldly, "So you are Duan Feng! Very well, since you want to compete with this old monk, then let this old monk experience your superior skills!"

As the words fell, everyone stepped back. Wu Santong also stepped down from the platform and stood beside Guo Jing and Huang Rong, intently watching Duan Zhengchun and Jinlun Fawang facing off on the platform.

Standing in the crowd, Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun on the stage, and a trace of worry involuntarily appeared between her brows.

"Let's take action!"

The Golden Wheel Monk coldly stared at Duan Zhengchun, raised his hand in a gesture, and then said loudly that he intended to settle both the old and new grudges on this high platform today.

"If I strike first, you will have no chance to fight back."

"I'll give you three moves first."

Duan Zhengchun pursed his lips, and as he spoke, he untied the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back, and took a sip.

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, the many martial arts heroes below the stage were stunned. Although they did not know how skilled the Golden Wheel Monk was, since he was Huo Du's master, his power was not to be underestimated.

Some people have already begun to resent Duan Zhengchun for being too arrogant, after all, this battle concerns the face of the Central Plains martial arts world.

When Wanyan Ping, who was standing far away from the crowd, heard that Duan Zhengchun was going to give the other party three moves, she was also filled with worry. She tightly gripped the hem of her clothes and didn't dare to blink.

"Hmph, ignorant madman, since that's how it is, then don't blame this old monk for being ruthless!"

The Golden Wheel Monk snorted coldly, holding the golden wheel in his left hand, and instantly struck out with his right palm, directly attacking Duan Zhengchun's face!

Such a powerful and heavy palm strike instantly stunned everyone below the stage, and everyone was sweating for Duan Zhengchun!

As the Golden Wheel Monk approached, Duan Zhengchun remained standing still, still holding a gourd and drinking wine with his head tilted back!

"careful!"

Seeing this, Huang Rong, who was standing below the stage, couldn't help but shout a reminder.

Just as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun, who was about to be struck in the face by a palm, suddenly disappeared from the sight of the Golden Wheel Monk, turning into a blur and instantly circling to the other side of the Golden Wheel Monk!

Such a ghostly movement left everyone present completely stunned!

They barely saw how Duan Zhengchun did it!

However, the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world finally breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Duan Zhengchun had not underestimated his opponent.

As Guo Jing and Huang Rong, standing in the crowd, subtly changed their expressions, they almost simultaneously turned to look at each other, their eyes revealing the same look.

When the Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed drastically, he did not stop walking. Before the palm strike could reach its limit, he turned around and swung the golden wheel in his left hand with all his might to strike Duan Zhengchun's chest!

If you were hit by that whistling golden wheel, even if you weren't cut in two, you would be instantly disemboweled!

However, Duan Zhengchun remained leisurely, holding his wine gourd high. As the golden wheel attacked him like lightning, he suddenly leaped up, his toes swiftly touching the golden wheel, and floated lightly into the air, once again easily dodging the Golden Wheel King's attack!

This is the second move!

Having missed twice in a row, the Golden Wheel Monk was already losing face. Hearing the cheers from below the stage, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. Before Duan Zhengchun could land, he stepped up and launched his Golden Wheel and right palm at the same time, attacking Duan Zhengchun's lower body!

While in mid-air, Duan Zhengchun looked down at the relentlessly pursuing Golden Wheel Monk, a cold smile flashing across his lips. He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist, then put his hands behind his back, and with a flash, he had already firmly stepped onto the Golden Wheel!

Immediately afterwards, everyone present saw the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who had originally taken the initiative, suddenly plummet down, landing heavily on the high platform as if he had been crushed by Mount Tai!

With a loud bang, countless cracks appeared on the newly built platform!

The Golden Wheel Monk gritted his teeth, supporting the golden wheel in his hand with all his might. He looked up at Duan Zhengchun standing on the golden wheel, his face gradually turning red.

He never expected that Duan Zhengchun possessed such profound internal strength!

"Three moves have passed, isn't it my turn?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled slightly and spoke calmly, each word filled with boundless killing intent that instantly enveloped the high platform.

"What is your background?! The lightness skill you just displayed is definitely not a Quanzhen Sect martial art!"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King gritted his teeth and pressed on with another question, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and the golden wheel in his hand began to tremble slightly, emitting a series of golden ringing sounds!