Martial arts are not entirely used to kill people, especially internal skills and mental methods. Most Shaolin Temples are old men. If these things were trained to kill people, wouldn’t these Shaolin Temple monks have died long ago?

It is not unreasonable that people in the martial arts world say that boxing is afraid of being strong at a young age. If people reach a certain age, they will avoid anger and anger, and will not easily deal with others. This has led to the so-called saying that boxing is afraid of being strong at a young age among the martial arts world.

People who have reached a certain age will endure if they can. If they can, try not to take action. After all, so many years of vicissitudes have passed, so how many things can be kept in their hearts.

Master Kongzhi looked at Ying Wugui who nodded slightly from the other side. He knew that the Grand Master Ying Wugui was in front of him. After he came, he was in total different states from the Beggars' Sect before he came.

Even though the Palm Bowl Dragon Head is much older than Ying Wugui, the Palm Bowl Dragon Head cannot suppress the scene among the leaders of various sects. Ying Wugui just stood there and gave people the feeling of being like a mountain, and the words of the Beggars' Sect were also loud and loud.

At this time, we saw the scene. Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Jiuji fought with four palms and fought with internal force on the field. Sweat beads appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's forehead and were rolling down drop by drop. Zhang Wuji on the opposite side had a red face but was strong afterwards. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's face in front of him, Zhang Wuji slightly stopped his efforts. The two of them vibrated with a bang, and everyone felt a storm coming, and the smoke and dust in the field were blown away a little.

But at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo rolled her body and suddenly slapped Zhang Wuji with a palm. Zhang Wuji was unaware of it and was hit on her left chest with her palm. She flipped her entire body three times in the air and fell heavily to the ground, smashing a copper incense burner into pieces, and vomiting blood from her mouth.

Zhou Zhiruo rushed towards Zhang Wuji's throat with her backhand, and Zhu'er was shocked by the side and had already rubbed her hands towards the Xingtie Order on her waist.

Zeng Yunfeng reached out to stop Zhu'er's movements, "The Beggars' Sect cannot interfere in the matter between the Emei Sect and the Ming Cult. Even if one of them is really dead, he cannot interfere."

"The rules set are rules. Since the Lion Slaughter Conference said that life and death are not discussed, then life and death are not discussed!"

As for the persuasion outside the venue, whether the people in the venue listen or not, that is two different things.

But just as the sharp claws reached Zhang Wuji's throat, Zhou Zhiruo gasped for a moment, staring at Zhang Wuji tightly.

Zhang Wuji lay on his back and looked up at Zhou Zhiruo. He suddenly felt that the sunlight was so dazzling at this moment.

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly withdrew her left hand and said slowly: "Master Zhang!"

Zhang Wuji stood up and said, "Thank you for the leader Zhou to keep my life and save my life. Thank you, I lost."

However, his words showed that he felt a little unwilling.

Zhou Zhiruo was slightly stunned when she heard Zhang Wuji's words. It was the first time since she and Zhang Wuji saw that Zhang Wuji had lost. Even though he was hit by Ying Wugu's palm with one of the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing, Zhang Wuji was not convinced to lose.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to exhale a mouthful of resentment in her heart.

Du Juntai answered at this time, "Sir, look."

Zeng Yunfeng looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the buildings around Shaolin Temple were in a mess, and many of the original elegant pavilions had collapsed.

This destructive power is not worse than those giant pythons. A real martial arts master is really like a beast, with dozens or even hundreds of people unable to stop them at all.

Ordinary people basically have no power to unite in front of them, which is why the court must wipe out the martial arts people. After all, no emperor hopes that a knife will always hang above his head.

"Brother Wuji, are you okay?" Zhao Min stepped forward and said with concern.

"I'm fine!" Zhang Wuji said weakly.

Zhou Zhiruo said with a high head: "Who else does anyone want to come out to give me advice?"

Master Kongzhi stood in front of him and said, "Mrs. Song, the head of Emei, overwhelmed all the heroes. Who else is unwilling to accept it?"

"I, Zhou Dian, don't accept it!" Zhou Dian stood up with his head raised and his hands wrapped around his chest.

"If Donor Zhou is dissatisfied, he will come to the competition." Kong Zhi stretched out his hand and pointed to the venue.

"Hmph, I know I can't beat her, but I just don't accept it. Can't?" Zhou Dian said that, and then he turned back with his head raised.

Zeng Yunfeng laughed silently, and he found it very interesting to Zhou Dian as a scattered person.

Master Kongzhi looked at the goods and said a few words, ran back, sighed, shook his head and said, "If no one came up to continue the competition, as the host, I, Shaolin, will take Mrs. Song to the top of the mountain behind the temple tomorrow to meet the three monks of the temple."

"At the same time, she will take over the Dragon Slaying Sword!"

Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward, walked to the wrinkled wall of Shaolin Temple, pulled out the dragon-slaying sword, slowly walked to Zeng Yunfeng and said, "Gang Ying!"

Zeng Yunfeng smiled and stretched out his hand. Fang Dongbai, the eight-armed Divine Sword, reached out and took out the Yitian Sword behind him and placed it in Zeng Yunfeng's hand.

Zeng Yunfeng raised the Yitian Sword to Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhou Zhiruo held the Dragon Slaying Sword to Zeng Yunfeng.

"President Zhou asked me to wait and see a good show."

Zhou Zhiruo didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and said, "Gang Ying is polite. Gang Ying said ahead that if you want the Dragon Slaying Sword, you can exchange it for something. I wonder if you can use this Dragon Slaying Sword to exchange it for the Yitian Sword."

"It is certainly natural that the Dragon Slaying Sword is replaced with the Yitian Sword. The Yitian Sword returns to the hands of the Emei Sect, congratulations!"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "It's better for Gang Ying to give it to the Dragon Slaying Sword generously, otherwise Zhou Zhiruo will never be able to get the Yitian Sword in this life!"

"I wonder if I have the honor to let all my martial arts fellow martial artists see the magical skills of Gang Ying!"

Ying Wugui smiled and waved his hand, "Forget it, forgot, I'm old now!"

The people in the martial arts world have turned their eyes white, he is old? Ying Wugui is in his thirties and is in his prime.

Everyone in the martial arts world can say that they are old, but Ying Wugui can't say that. In comparison, Ying Wugui is too young.

Zeng Yunfeng took the Dragon Slaying Sword and handed it to Fang Dongbai. When Zhou Zhiruo took the Yitian Sword wrapped in black cloth strips, her hands trembled slightly. She finally took the Yitian Sword back in front of her fellow martial arts masters.

As for how the Yitian Sword was lost, all the reasons and roots were destroyed in front of Zeng Yunfeng, no one in the world dared to ask Ying Wugui how he got his Yitian Sword?

Unless he is bold and not afraid of death.

Zhou Zhiruo raised the Yitian Sword in his hand and shook violently. The black cloth strips torn and splashed out. The Yitian Sword's sheath shone brightly under the sunlight.

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly pulled out the Yitian Sword, and everyone could hear a sword roar, like a phoenix sounding in the sky.

"What a sword of the Heavenly Sword!" He Taichong praised.

As Zhou Zhiruo rose up, she held the Yitian Sword in her right hand and swept it horizontally. She saw a thousand-year-old branch of Shaolin Temple hit the ground and the leaves flew.

Zhou Zhiruo excitedly touched the Yitian Sword in her hand and exclaimed: "What a clever trick!"

Of course, he and her words were not to praise the original caster of the Yitian Sword, but to praise the training methods of the Beggar Gang Qianjitang. Their craftsmanship could actually recast the broken Yitian Sword, and its power was even greater than the past.

Zhao Min frowned, "This Yitian Sword seems different!"

Zhang Wuji touched his chest and said, "Is it different?"

Zhao Min nodded, "I also held the Yitian Sword at the time, but the Yitian Sword at that time did not have such power."

Zhou Dian interrupted, "Oh, Miss Zhao, are your skills not as good as those of the other leader Zhou? They are now the top master. Just wave it, as for you, forget it." Zhou Dian spoke very straightforwardly, and Zhao Min rolled her eyes when she was so angry that she was so angry that she glared at him.

Master Kongzhi looked at the big branches of the Shaolin Sect that had fallen to the ground, folded his hands together, and sighed: "Amitabha, good, good!"

But he cursed in his heart that the thousand-year-old treasure tree in their temple was actually cut off by Zhou Zhiruo with a sword, which was as thick as a pair of people's arms, which really made him heartbroken.
Chapter completed!