Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"Luo Xiaodao of Erxian Mountain, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, you've grown old too!"

Looking at the figure in the Taoist robe before him, Zhou Tong noticed that although he had aged, he was gradually resembling the young Taoist priest he had been back then.

"Brother Zhou, you are too. But Brother Zhou, this is the first time I have seen you in armor. You truly deserve the title of the Martial Saint of our time."

Master Luo was also very emotional. In the blink of an eye, decades had passed. Those who had fought side by side with him back then were either old or dead, and for many, that parting was forever.

Upon seeing Zhou Tong again, Luo Zhenren's once calm and composed heart was indeed stirred once more.

"Did you fight that person?"

Zhou Tong didn't start by reminiscing; instead, he went straight to the point.

"Is Zhou Tong referring to a wandering monk, or someone else?"

Master Luo asked.

"The ascetic? Who's that? Isn't he that old bastard, what's his name, Tuoba? Didn't I just say that your sword missed its mark back then?"

Zhou Tong said, "Didn't I tell you when I had your apprentice call you here? Didn't you hear me?"

"Tuoba? Zhou Tong is talking about Tuoba... Tuoba Cang? The one with three bone spurs on his head, right?"

Upon hearing Zhou Tong mention the man's surname, Master Luo thought carefully for a moment and finally found a name in his memory.

"Tuoba Cang? Tuoba Cang? Ah, yes, it's Tuoba Cang."

Well, it's clear that Zhou Tong has probably forgotten what the other person's name is.

"Impossible, Tuoba Cang. If I remember correctly, that sword strike went very deep, from here to here, didn't it?"

Master Luo thought for a moment and thought, "That can't be right. My sword strike back then must have been very solid. How could it not have killed anyone?"

"I'm not dead, why would I lie to you?"

Zhou Tong rolled his eyes at Luo Zhenren. He's an old man in his seventies, why is he lying to people?

"Interesting, let me calculate..."

Master Luo was still somewhat incredulous, and he couldn't help but start counting on his fingers, preparing to do some calculations.

"What do you mean? Do you know anything about how people are born with their birth chart or something?"

Zhou Tong said, "Stop calculating that useless stuff."

"It's been so many years, let me see if your martial arts skills have declined!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Tong suddenly stomped his foot and appeared in front of Luo Zhenren in a flash. He stepped forward, twisted his waist and turned around, and threw a punch at Luo Zhenren!

The sound of that punch echoed through the air!

Cannonball! Twenty shots still!

"Brother Zhou, it's been decades since we last met! Your punches are even more powerful than before!"

Facing Zhou Tong's punch, Master Luo did not retreat. Instead, he laughed loudly, stepped forward, and thrust out a palm to meet Zhou Tong's fist!

"Boom!!"

This punch was very solid. Although palms usually counter fists, Zhou Tong's punch was very powerful. Even Luo Zhenren, who had Taoist skills, could not completely neutralize Zhou Tong's power!

"Thump, thump."

Master Luo took two steps back, and when he finally stomped down, he even shattered a brick on the city wall.

"Hey, not bad! Let's do it again!"

Seeing that his punch had only knocked Luo Zhenren back two steps, Zhou Tong was secretly pleased. It seemed that the Taoists truly possessed amazing abilities! He took another step forward, his left fist spiraling out from his waist, the force of the punch tearing through the air, aiming straight for Luo Zhenren's abdomen! This punch used eight or nine tenths of his strength; even before the fist arrived, the airflow it created had already whipped Luo Zhenren's beard and hair to the side!

"Come!"

Master Luo also shouted loudly, advancing instead of retreating. He placed his right palm in front of his chest, drew a semicircle in the air like pushing a millstone, and then pushed it out. His palm blocked the fierce fist. It was clear that Master Luo was prepared to carry out the palm-to-fist technique to the end.

However, unlike the previous strike, this time the fist and palm collided without making a sound! But the sleeves of his Taoist robe rippled several times, and the city bricks beneath his feet had been shattered into dust at some point!

"What a trick!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Tong saw the bricks shattered into powder beneath Luo Zhenren's feet. He was filled with admiration; this Taoist method was indeed wondrous, managing to channel all of his incredibly powerful fist energy into the city bricks beneath his feet.

"Brother Zhou, being distracted is not a good habit!"

Master Luo laughed, and his left palm, like a serpent, emerged from under his armpit, his five fingers slightly hooked, shaped like a crane's beak, and struck Zhou Tong's elbow with lightning speed!

Zhou Tong reacted quickly, immediately blocking with his right arm to deflect Luo Zhenren's Crane Beak Hand while simultaneously hooking his elbow with his other hand. At the same time, his left fist transformed into a claw, grabbing Luo Zhenren's right wrist. After controlling both of Luo Zhenren's hands, Zhou Tong lowered his waist and twisted his body, preparing to throw Luo Zhenren backward!

"Excellent grappling skills, brother. No wonder your grappling techniques are so amazing."

At this moment, everyone was below the city, looking up at the sparring between Zhou Tong and Luo Zhenren. These two were both reclusive masters of the world, and watching their sparring was of great benefit to everyone.

Gongsun Sheng even said, "Brother, you truly deserve to be called a disciple of a famous teacher."

"Yiqing, your master's Taoist skills are unfathomable. Why don't you ask him to teach you more later?"

Ren Yuan also said, "Gongsun Sheng, if you can learn all of your master's skills, you will definitely be no worse than Li Zhu."

“If my brother says so, I will definitely follow his instructions.”

Gongsun Sheng said that he will definitely work hard in the future.

At this moment, on the city wall, Zhou Tong had already tossed Luo Zhenren above his head. Unexpectedly, his left palm suddenly lost control of Luo Zhenren's right wrist, which instantly slipped free from Zhou Tong's grasp as if coated with oil. Luo Zhenren used the momentum to spin in mid-air, his left arm jerking, also breaking free from Zhou Tong's control. Then, Luo Zhenren launched himself into the air, unleashing seven consecutive kicks in mid-air, each kick aimed precisely at Zhou Tong's vital points!

"Good good!"

Zhou Tong was overjoyed. He changed his fist into a palm, abandoning his fierce fist technique. His palm shadows were as light as willow catkins, blocking all of Luo Zhenren's seven consecutive kicks in mid-air!

Just as Luo Zhenren's toes touched the ground, Zhou Tong suddenly shouted, twisted his waist and hips, and raised his right leg with the force of wind and thunder, like a steel whip, fiercely sweeping towards Luo Zhenren's lower body!

This was meant to catch Master Luo off guard. If Master Luo couldn't withstand this attack, he would surely fall off the city wall.

Upon seeing this, Master Luo raised an eyebrow, but he did not dodge. He quickly made circles with both hands in front of his chest, and then pressed down with his left palm in a smooth motion, meeting the whip kick from above!

"Bang"!!

With a muffled thud, the impact forced both men back. Zhou Tong retreated three steps, while Luo Zhenren retreated four, their final step shattering a brick in the city wall!

"Good, good, Luo Xiaodao, the Dao of Erxian Mountain has opened my eyes. This time, we will fight side by side and be invincible."

Zhou Tong was the first to withdraw his stance. His right leg trembled slightly, and he had to stomp his right foot to dissipate the remaining force.

"Brother Zhou truly lives up to his reputation as the Martial Saint of today. His fists and feet are worthy of the legacy of Senior Jin, and even stronger. With Brother Zhou here, Tuoba Cang should not be able to escape this time."

Master Luo also withdrew his stance and bowed to Zhou Tong. However, it could be seen from his waist that his wide sleeves were now torn by half an inch, revealing a glimpse of his slightly reddened skin.

The two men exchanged a glance and smiled. Their smiles reflected not only reminiscing about the past but also the joy of reuniting with an old friend. But before their laughter could finish, Ren Yuan's booming voice echoed from below the city walls:

"Master! Master Luo! Everyone's watching! Please stop fighting!"

"If we're going to fight, let's go to the Jin army's camp!"