Xiaoyao sect's martial arts emphasizes lightness and elegance, elegance and purity. Under the stimulation of Jiuyin Sutra, Huang Shang is also free and agile, and looks like a god. But I saw one with a childish face and white hair, and the other with as calm as the wind. Both of them were instantly touched.

Walking, really just like a pair of butterflies among the flowers, dancing unsteadily.

Xiao Feng couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a 'Xiaoyao'!"

The heroes all nodded in agreement. The scene at this time was so wonderful that even the most pedantic people could not care about the difference between Hu and Han and could only admire it.

But then I started to wonder again, although the Xiaoyao sect is free and easy, and the Wudang sect is also elegant, is it possible that this martial arts is so informal? From this point of view, the Buddhist martial arts seems too strong and heavy.

Unknowingly, the balance in people's hearts began to tilt. Those who participated in the battle at Juxianzhuang remembered what Xiao Feng said when he used Taizu Changquan to fight Xuannan, and couldn't help but nod secretly. Sure enough, the Hu religion in the Western Regions is still inferior.

Our own Taoism in China can be seen in its martial arts.

But in the final analysis, Huang Shang's path has not gone very far. In essence, although the martial arts of Peach Blossom Island, Tomb Sect, and Jiuyin Xiajuan are superb, they are far inferior to the martial arts of Xiaoyao Sect. The styles of their moves

Similarly, it is easy to tell who is strong and who is weak.

After only fighting for more than half an hour, Huang Shang's dejection showed. After all, Huang Shang was only in his early twenties, how could he defeat Wu Yazi who was in his nineties?

Wu Yazi used "Yangge Tianjun" to break up the fist of "Big Demon Subduing Fist" and pressed it on Huang Shang's chest. Huang Shang lowered his head and looked at Wu Yazi's palm and said: "

It was the juniors who lost."

Wu Yazi stroked his beard and smiled: "Little Taoist Brother Huang has profound skills. In time, his achievements will definitely be considerable. But let's look at it now. If we still have to divide the Western Region and the Middle Earth, then I am afraid that our Western Region Dao Sect will be better than the Middle Earth Dao Sect.

Already."

His original intention was that everyone was a Taoist sect and there was no distinction between regions. It was okay to let Murong Fu preside over this matter, but a lazy voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

"Ah, really?"

Hearing this voice, Murong Fu looked discouraged and had given up on his original plan. Wu Yazi looked into the crowd and saw a young Taoist priest in ragged clothes, holding on to his broken straw sandals with only the bottom left, walking slowly and leisurely.

came out.

"Master!"

Huang Shang and Li Shouning quickly bowed down.

The young Taoist cosplaying Jigong is naturally Zhang Sanfeng. Since he understood the divine book and regained his youth, his mind has gradually returned to his youth. He no longer sits in Wudang like an old immortal statue made of iron and clay. Instead, he is full of the same spirit as in his early years.

Got a bad taste.

He did not walk with the two disciples, but walked slowly and leisurely towards Shaoshi Mountain. His slovenly appearance was dragged away by the Beggar Clan disciples on the road, thinking that he was from their own gang, for fear that he would fall behind.

Zhang Sanfeng thanked the little beggar who dragged him over cheerfully, "You are quite a nice person."

On the road, the little beggar shot a pheasant and wrapped it in lotus leaves and soil to make a beggar's chicken. At this time, the helmsman called and asked Zhang Sanfeng to help him look at it and ran over to do it.

Zhang Sanfeng picked up the little beggar's chicken and ran away.

When the little beggar came back and saw that there were no chickens and no people, he burst into tears. After crying, he found a piece of silver and a map of cotton palm hidden under the ashes, and he became happy again.

Zhang Sanfeng was still holding the chicken stand and gnawing at it. He handed it to his two apprentices and asked, "Do you want to eat it? I stole this from a beggar in the Beggar Clan. It is an authentic beggar's chicken."

The two disciples' faces were twitching. You are almost 130 years old and you are stealing chicken from a little beggar?

Seeing that the two apprentices had no intention of eating, Zhang Sanfeng took it back to his mouth and continued to chew it, complaining: "Look at you two, you are separated from me. If it were Lao Yang, he would have to come and snatch it away."

Murong Fu looked at Zhang Sanfeng with disdain, "Pull him down, if it were Senior Yang, he would secretly stuff a belly full of ash and slag on your chicken and knock out two of your teeth."

Wu Yazi greeted Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Brother Zhang, long time no see!"

"Hey, easy to say, easy to say." Zhang Sanfeng finished chewing the last bit of meat and threw the chicken rack away without any sense of ethics, "You just said that the Taoism of the Western Regions is better than the Taoism of the Central Plains, right?"

Wu Yazi spread his hands: "Obviously."
Chapter completed!