Monk Yuankong took out a small jade carved box from his arms, picked out some black paste-like things that emitted a strong herb smell from it, and applied it to his fingers. A cool feeling came from his hands instantly, and the pain decreased a little. After Monk Yuankong put away the box and then used internal force to his fingers to help the medicine evaporate. Soon, the swelling was reduced. Although there was still some pain, it did not affect the next competition.

Monk Yuankong waved his arm, moved his fingers a few times, jumped back to the circle, and clasped his palms and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, if I follow the rules of the martial arts world, I should have given up on the circle and applied medicine. However, this competition is related to the face of the master. I dare not weaken the reputation of the master and dare not give up easily. Moreover, this is the ring, and being hit from the ring is the king. Besides, you have already allowed me to heal my wounds just now, so let's compete again."

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she was stunned and said, "Master Yuankong, is this the legendary lotus flower in the tongue? I didn't let you admit defeat. Why did you say so many things? Even if the dead people are about to ask you to live."

Monk Yuankong was a little red, but his dark face was not visible. He didn't answer, but waved his fist and hit Zhang Xiaohua's face. This time he used the silk-wrapped hand or Wei Tuo's clutch, but the seventy-two-way crazy wand technique.

This stick technique should be used as weapons, but after all, this is a competition for low-level disciples, which limits the use of weapons. However, because of the internal force of Wei Tuo subduing the demon clutch, Yuan Kong didn't mind, so he used his arms as a stick, and his internal force was everywhere. Although he did not use the power of the stick technique, it was really effective against opponents like Zhang Xiaohua with shallow skills.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua had new martial arts, she was also happy. She waved her fist and danced the Beidou God Fist that had not changed for thousands of years, and fought with Yuan Kong again.

This time Yuan Kong learned a lesson and did not have to do all his strength. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and used the force to make preparations for a protracted battle.

This is also the conclusion that Yuan Kong came to think about when applying medicine just now. Zhang Xiaohua's boxing technique is extraordinary. His Wei Tuo's devilish clutches do not have all the advantages, and his acupointing hand is even more unsuccessful. However, Zhang Xiaohua himself has no internal strength. He fought with him in the frontcourt, only for pleasure, but he forgot that this pure physical strength cannot last long, and he cannot be regenerated and restored through the power of exercise like his own internal strength. Just competing with him is simply giving him the strengths. If he only uses the lightness of his internal strength to consume Zhang Xiaohua's strength and recover his internal strength on the side, even if Zhang Xiaohua's arms have tens of thousands of pounds of strength, there will always be a time when his internal strength is exhausted, although his internal strength will be exhausted, he can recover his power of exercise. In the end, he will always win.

So, Yuan Kong changed his tactics.

Zhang Xiaohua is not a newcomer at this time. Zhang Xiaohua quickly knew his intention when Yuan Kong changed his formation. This move was not a new creation by Yuan Kong. It had been used by the Piaomiao Sect disciples before. This was indeed Zhang Xiaohua's weakness. Moreover, the previous competitions were all time limits, so Zhang Xiaohua could save his energy before time was exhausted.

However, there was no time limit in this competition, so Zhang Xiaohua could not maintain her physical strength and persist until the end. So, Zhang Xiaohua also changed with it and no longer used the Beidou God Fist, but instead used the Piaomiao Step and Yuankong to guerrilla war.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua performing Piaomiao Step, Monk Changgeng said, "Gang Master Ou, who is this disciple? Why is he so young to teach Piaomiao Step? You really value him."

Ou Peng was thinking deeply about a question, but Monk Changgeng's words pulled his attention back and replied casually: "What? I value him?"

When he saw the ring carefully, he couldn't help but take a breath of air, and was shocked in his heart: "Isn't this the second level of Piaomiao Step? In just over a month, he has practiced the second level of Piaomiao Step. It may not be too magical for this young man who has no martial arts foundation. Moreover, He Tianshu is also a talented person. He can understand the first two levels of Piaomiao Step in such a short time. I really underestimated him before. Could he be the legendary talent buried?"

Not to mention how Ou Peng and the other two answered, Zhang Xiaohua's repeated tricks on the ring were useless this time. Although Zhang Xiaohua's Piaomiao step was magical, Monk Yuankong immediately used the secret light skills of Dalin Temple, crossing the river with a reed without a few attacks. His body was fast and his footwork was magical, but Zhang Xiaohua could not use the Beidou God Fist while performing the Piaomiao step, while Yuankong used the light skills while displaying the Crazy Wand. In half of the incense, Zhang Xiaohua was in danger and almost got hit several times. If Zhang Xiaohua had not had talent for footwork, he would have been anxious several times, and he had not recorded changes that had not been recorded in frequent use of Piaomiao step, so he had almost avoided it.

Seeing that Piaomiao Step could not control the enemy, Zhang Xiaohua gave up and picked up the Beidou God Fist and immediately regained the scene.

So, Zhang Xiaohua saw that Monk Yuankong had dug a hole here, but he couldn't bypass it. He could only walk over step by step without help. However, fortunately, he had already made the preparations for failure and was calm in his heart.

Zhang Xiaohua used the Beidou God Fist one by one, and fought against Yuan Kong's crazy wand.

The two fought for a long time, and Zhang Xiaohua's Beidou Shenfu played many moves, and Yuankong's internal strength did not know how many cycles of meridians in his body were circulating.

I only knew that Yuankong's internal force was consumed very seriously, and the recovery of the internal force was gradually unable to catch up with the consumption. However, Yuankong was not worried at all, because he felt that the fist wind between Zhang Xiaohua's moves became more and more slight, and during the physical contact, he also deeply felt the opponent's weakness. Yuankong knew that perhaps at most, after half of the incense stick, Zhang Xiaohua's strength would be exhausted, and his internal force in his body could at least support the time of the incense stick. After all, Zhang Xiaohua would lose in his hands.

Compared with Zhang Xiaohua's rapid decline in strength, Monk Yuankong's confidence quickly expanded, and the "heroic" cry under the ring became more and more high-pitched. Monk Changgeng's eyes became more and more intense, and the confusion in Ou Peng's eyes became clearer. Gradually, the clearness turned into surprise, surprise, horror and incredible!

Suddenly, Ou Peng stood up, as if he had thought of something, stared at Zhang Xiaohua, and then turned to look at his senior brother Hu Yunyi, who was sitting on his lower right hand.

Boss Hu seemed to understand something, with excitement and incredible faces, and was also looking up at Ou Peng.

A long childhood past awakened the memories of both of them.

It was a faraway past, so far away that Ou Peng was just a seven or eight-year-old child who had just started.

Although he had just practiced martial arts, Ou Peng's outstanding talent was appreciated by his master. He separated Ou Peng from other disciples of the Eagle Hall and let him practice martial arts with his eldest disciple Hu Yunyi. It was so convenient that if there was any problem, please help the senior brother to solve it at any time. That's right, Hu Yunyi is already an eighth-level disciple of the common man.

Hu Yunyi still remembers that it was a full moon night. The two of his brothers practiced a piece of fist and kick under the bright moonlight and sat down to rest.

Ou Peng looked at the extremely round and clear moon in the sky and couldn't help but ask Hu Yunyi: "Senior Brother, I want to have a question to ask you, I hope you don't laugh at me."

Hu Yunyi liked his extremely intelligent junior brother very much, and of course he agreed.

Ou Peng thought about it and asked embarrassedly: "Senior Brother, who did you think we were practicing boxing, palm techniques, internal skills, and mental techniques, who did you think they created them?"

Hu Yunyi smiled and said, "Of course it was created by the founder of my Piaomiao Sect and some later talented people and wise men."

Ou Peng asked again: "Then have they learned other martial arts?"

Hu Yunyi said: "It should be that he has other martial arts skills. Otherwise, how could a person who does not understand martial arts create martial arts for no reason?"

However, Ou Peng asked again: "Who created their martial arts? And who created the martial arts in the world?"

Hu Yunyi was stunned and smiled embarrassedly, "Hehe, I don't know this. Our Piaomiao Sect has been established for thousands of years. Where can I ask them? If you have time, you can ask our master."

As he was speaking, a voice came from a distance: "Xiaopeng, your thoughts are very special."

After hearing this, the two of them immediately stood up to salute. They saw a faint figure in the distance, stepping on the moonlight. They just heard the sound was still very far away. When they got up, they were already approaching.

When the figure fell, it was their master, Yunhui, the leader of the previous Piaomiao Sect.

After Hu Yunyi and Ou Peng finished their salutes, Yunhui touched Ou Peng's head and said with a smile: "For thousands of years, there have been countless martial arts practitioners in the Piaomiao Sect, but no one has ever asked this question. You can see the extraordinary thing when you think of this."

Ou Peng blushed and murmured: "Disciple, I'm just happy to practice, and then I realized where the martial arts came from."

Yunhui shook his head and said, "Seeing the cleverness in the details is the difference between you and others. Others are just practicing for the sake of cultivation, but you can think of the origin of cultivation. It is really valuable."

Hu Yunyi also blushed when he heard this.

Yunhui looked at the deep night sky and said infinitely: "The origin of martial arts in the world is complicated and involves a lot. We should not tell you now. However, the origin of martial arts such as boxing and palm techniques can be explained to you in the past so that you can gain a better understanding."

When Hu Yunyi and Ou Peng heard this, their eyes lit up and they said in unison: "Master, how did boxing come about? Tell me quickly."

Yunhui cleared his throat and said, "It was ancient legend. At the earliest, there was no martial arts in this world, nor the word "jianghu". It was just one day, an alien came to the peak of Dalin Temple. Under the peak was a great road that was connected to the east and west. There was a towering Bodhi tree next to the road. The alien sat cross-legged under the tree for a few days, and suddenly roared to the sky, attracting many people to stop. Then he saw that the man began to practice boxing, and he beat it over and over again, until he hit eighty-one times, and then he left. This strange action attracted the attention of bystanders. Among them, those with wise people remembered this way of boxing. From then on, there was a saying of boxing in this world."

"Ah, this is how boxing comes from? It's so magical." Hu Yunyi and Ou Peng were shocked and asked quickly: "Then, what's the name of this earliest boxing technique?"

Yunhui said thoughtfully: "The Great Zhoutian Star Fist."

"Big Zhoutian Star Fist?" Both of them asked, "Master, I have never heard of this boxing technique."

Yunhui smiled and said, "The origin of boxing in this world is naturally the Great Zhoutian Star Fist. However, if my master and apprentice teach it, it can naturally be passed down from generation to generation. The strange man was just practicing under the Bodhi tree, not word of mouth. Others only learned it based on their own understanding and memory. Everyone learned it. Everyone learned a lot. When they were combined, they were not right. No one could convince anyone. They thought that their memory was the most accurate, which formed different boxing techniques and sects."

Ou Peng thought about it again and asked, "Master, there are countless boxing techniques in this world and countless palm techniques. Are they all from the Great Zhoutian Star Fist?"

Yunhui said: "The Great Zhoutian Xingchen Fist is the origin of boxing, but it only has 360 moves. The boxing moves in the world are far more than this. What people in this world lack the least is intelligence. Since the beginning of martial arts, many smart people have started to inspire and have begun to innovate and develop their own in their original boxing techniques, which has formed the current boxing techniques in the world."

Ou Peng also thoughtfully: "In other words, no matter how many boxing techniques you create, they are all derived from the Great Zhoutian Star Fist."

Yunhui praised: "That's true. However, due to the age of time, even if it was originally passed down by word of mouth and later passed on by words and figures, there were inevitably some deviations and omissions when it was passed down. Nowadays, I have long known what the Great Zhoutian Star Fist looks like and what the entire set of boxing moves are. I only know that the entire set of boxing moves are hidden in the middle of the most common boxing and palm techniques circulating in the rivers and lakes."

Ou Peng said strangely again: "Why are there no secret martial arts of various sects?"

Yunhui said: "The secret martial arts of various schools are all in the long river of history. After being tempered by countless people and combined with their own unique internal skills and mental techniques, the martial arts created are derived from the Great Zhoutian Star Fist, but the moves are different, so naturally they will not be able to do the moves inside."

Speaking of this, Yunhui added: "Of course, it cannot be absolutely said that there are absolutely no moves of the Great Zhoutian Star Fist among the secret martial arts of various schools. However, I am afraid that no one knows what this specific move is now."

Hu Yunyi also asked, "Then, Master, has no one been able to restore this Great Zhoutian Star Fist over the years?"

Yunhui replied: "It is said that some people tried to do this a long time ago, but after all, no one knew what the specific moves were, whether the handed down covered these 360 ​​moves, and no one even knew whether the moves circulating in the world were correct, so no one had ever succeeded. So gradually, no one mentioned them again, and in nearly a thousand years, no one would have known them. If you hadn't mentioned them suddenly today, you wouldn't have remembered them at all."

Ou Peng thought of something and asked curiously: "Then, since no one knows about this Great Zhoutian Star Fist, how do you know?"

Yunhui smiled and said, "When I was young, I found an old half of the book on your master's bookshelf, and wrote some strange experiences. One of them was about this. I was very curious at the time and read it carefully. Only then can I answer your questions. If it were someone else, even the host of Dalin Temple would probably not be able to answer it."

After hearing this, Ou Peng was very eager and said, "Master, you have such profound knowledge, which is better than the host of Dalin Temple."

A little flattery made Yunhui feel very comfortable and said, "When talking about the profound knowledge of Taoist martial arts, the bald donkey in Dalin Temple may not be as good as a teacher. However, this is true. The cultivation of martial arts is unsatisfactory. You have to work harder and strive to overwhelm them."

After saying that, Yunhui took his misty steps and left like a light smoke.

This incredible experience has long been deeply imprinted into Hu Yunyi and Ou Peng's minds, but I have never thought of it for decades. Only at this moment, I saw that Zhang Xiaohua was all sceptical moves, each move came from the most basic boxing technique, and each move was different from their knowledge, which attracted Ou Peng's attention and led to Hu Yunyi's memories.

When Hu Yunyi saw Ou Peng, he also thought of what he thought and was about to speak.

Then he heard the monk Changgeng beside him ask in surprise: "Master Ou Gang, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Ou Peng realize his rudeness, so he quickly gave Hu Yunyi a look, barely suppressed his surging mood, turned his chair, and pretended to be calm and calm, "It's nothing. I saw Ling's disciples with such outstanding martial arts skills, and I couldn't help but want to stand up and applaud. After getting up, I felt rude and was afraid of affecting the competition between them, so I stopped this time."

Monk Changgeng didn't believe it, and looked at Hu Yunyi who was sitting back and said with a smile: "Hiss Hu is in tune with you, and he also wants to applaud my disciples in Dalin Temple."

Hu Yunyi smiled and said, "That's right, the disciples of the temple won several games in a row. How can we not applaud and cheer for it?"

Monk Chang Geng knew there was a problem, but he couldn't find out what the problem was, so he had to say, "Look at your little disciple, it's also good. He hasn't lost yet. It's a pleasure to congratulate him, but you should be careful, don't be exhausted in a while and damage your body."

Ou Peng and Hu Yunyi looked closely and found that Zhang Xiaohua was no longer able to punch, and her steps were a little tilted. It seemed that as long as Yuan Kong had a light finger, he could click him off the ring.
Chapter completed!