Above the White Jade Square, the true energy and strength were mixed and soaring, and the strong wind stirred up swept more than ten feet away, causing the roof tiles of the various halls of the Taoist sect to rustle and shake the dust.
Look again at the young leader with his hand raised to the sky standing in the center of the airflow, his body standing like a mountain, withstanding Li Jianzhou's powerful blow, his feet didn't even move at all.
"Junior Brother Head!"
Song Yu and others exclaimed:
"When did he achieve the level of Grandmaster?"
As we all know, there are twelve levels of martial arts practitioners in this world.
The martial arts practitioners of the lower 9th tier, from the 9th tier to the 1st tier, are all about external skills. No matter how advanced they are, it is just a variety of changes in muscle strength, or hitting a tree with force, and the force can be divided into light and dark.
It seems that at this ninth level, even if the skill reaches the first level in the world, it is still mediocre.
This is because no matter how strong the physical body is, it is just a reckless man who suffers from physical hardship.
Only by building on this first-rate foundation, we can take another step forward and turn the physical essence of the lower-level ninth-rate into "qi", and cultivate a breath of true energy in the body...
It is better to train your muscles and bones externally than to train your muscles internally.
The emergence of a grandmaster requires the creation of a powerful spirit of one's own within one's heart.
If you turn your own grand spirit into true energy, then your true energy will be as powerful as your own courage!
Among this generation, even the most talented Li Jianzhou had to go down the mountain and hone his character for several years before he developed the proud and innate spirit of a master.
However, Chen Sha has almost never traveled down the mountain since he was brought back to the mountain by the master, and he was actually able to develop a master-level spirit and generate powerful Qi in his body.
"How could it be? You secretly became a master! You've hidden it so deeply!"
Li Jianzhou and Chen Sha faced each other with their palms facing each other, feeling the billowing energy coming from in front of them, like a dragon swimming in the sea, setting off a huge wave of energy, and shouted:
"Where does the 'dragon-shaped palm intention' in this Daoyi Seal come from? Isn't it the martial arts of our Daoyi Sect?"
"Self-enlightenment!"
Chen Sha said calmly and was shocked in all directions. At the same time, he stepped on his feet, took Li Jianzhou's palm and took the initiative to take action. He slapped his palm again, and a surge of power that was the most masculine in the world poured out crazily.
Within one palm, there are exactly the changes of Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
He entered the Zhouguang fragment and witnessed Hong Qigong's teaching of Guo Jing's martial arts again and again. He even had thousands of fights with Hong Qigong, the great master of the generation, and witnessed every move and every move of Hong Qigong's full set of palm techniques.
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It can be said that Chen Sha has become extremely familiar with the various changes and essences of the Beggar Clan's most powerful palm technique in the world.
Therefore, not only did he secretly learn every change of Qi in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but he was also able to cut out the complex and simplify it, using the "Daoyi Seal" to control the entire set of palm techniques, and create terrifying changes including the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in one palm.
power.
Therefore, when this palm was taken, the palm prints suddenly filled the sky.
"Self-enlightenment?"
Li Jianzhou laughed loudly, surprised by Chen Sha's master skills, but not afraid at all.
But he saw the shadows of palms roaring towards him from all over the sky, and in an instant they covered most of his body, including his heart, neck, knees, heavenly spirit, dantian and other vital parts.
He counterattacked subconsciously, shooting dozens of palm shadows in succession, but was shocked to find that the palm prints all over the sky seemed to be numerous, but in fact they were just one strike of the extremely masculine "Daoyi Seal".
In a sudden moment, a palm that was truly overwhelming like an overwhelming mountain came over.
boom!
As soon as Li Jianzhou took over, his chest was rolling and his throat felt sweet, as if he had endured a heavy blow like the weight of Mount Tai.
"What a powerful palm technique. Is this something he realized on his own?"
"impossible!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he forced himself to increase his strength. He stamped his feet without retreating, fluttering his sleeves and robes, and the roaring Qi gathered in his palms, trying to force it back.
Either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind.
Li Jianzhou didn't believe that Chen Sha's skills were deeper than his own!
"It's just that he didn't know where he learned the strong palm technique. In terms of martial arts, everything is easy to break at the first pass. His palm technique is extremely masculine, which means that after a palm, it is the weakest moment..."
Li Jianzhou has been traveling down the mountain for more than ten years and has competed countless rounds with masters all over the world. He has a deep understanding of the martial arts of various sects and even the principles of martial arts.
Otherwise, you will never be able to become a Grandmaster.
However, with this palm strike back, Chen Sha not only did not feel that Chen Sha's palm had become weaker, but the force of his palm was stronger than three points. It was like a divine dragon rising high in the sky. It was supposed to be exhausted and fall into the sky, but it was actually still there.
The great momentum of the flying dragon returning to the sea is endless...
The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon has been passed down by many Beggar Clan leaders.
Especially in the hands of a certain gang leader, the original twenty-eight palms were deleted and simplified into eighteen palms. These eighteen palms were refined and refined by his brother, the master of Lingjiu Palace.
This set of palm techniques, which are the most rigid and most yang in the world, is not only strong and fierce, but also symbolizes Yili.
The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms are not just past the point of breaking easily, but mainly reflect the changes of a dragon!
Nine-five is in the sky, and then the dragon has regrets...
boom!
Li Jianzhou's single sleeve was instantly exploded by Chen Sha's palm, and the rags of his clothes flew like confetti.
"Ahem..."
He looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood, and took seven steps back.
"Master!"
The pair of boys and girls at the entrance of the temple were shouting in panic. They were Cheng Lin and Zhao Yunkong, the pair of disciples that Li Jianzhou brought back to the mountain.
Especially the girl Cheng Lin, whose eyes were filled with concern, and her heart was unbelievable:
"Master, didn't you say that the martial arts of your classmates are not as good as yours?"
Why, it was his master who was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by this "young leader".
In Baiyu Square, Li Jianzhou, who was slapped and flew seven steps away, shouted:
"Change the sword!"
Ever since he shouted out in front of everyone why Chen Sha should be the leader, he had already been prepared to succeed or become a benevolent person. He wanted to be arrogant and arrogant, and he would be the so-called ""
Elder", he might as well die.
If the purpose of returning to the mountain this time was not to take charge of the Taoist sect, why would he rather be accused of being unfilial and compete for position in front of his master...
Therefore, we will never give up and admit defeat until we are at the end of our rope!
Buzz~~
With the sound of "sword change", Li Jianzhou's back shook, and a slender sword was unsheathed and held in his hand. The surface of the sword flashed with cold streaks like water.
At this time, many elders of Daoyi Sect were stunned and speechless.
They simply could not have imagined that Chen Sha would not only break through to the Grandmaster early, but also be able to steadily suppress Li Jianzhou with his fists.
"this……"
Some elders who secretly supported Li Jianzhou were dumbfounded:
"Jian Zhou was beaten until he vomited blood!"
Within the Taoist sect, the elders were divided into two factions.
Now the elders of Li Jianzhou's faction are shocked and inexplicable.
Wei Dashan also looked stunned.
Some other elders have already guessed in their minds:
"Could it be that Chen Sha has always been the number one disciple among his generation just because he is the son of the sect leader and has been hiding his clumsiness..."
Otherwise, there is no way to explain the current scene.
Li Jianzhou, who had high hopes from both the outside world and the sect, came back from a long journey to the funeral, but was defeated by the young leader.
At this moment, I saw him draw his sword and come out.
Xue Xiuxin thought to herself: "It's a pity that his edge has been dampened by Chen Sha's domineering force. Even if his swordsmanship was better than fists and palms, he can't perform at 70% now."
A person who had confidently decided to seize the throne with one move was the final move, but was unexpectedly slapped with a backhand and made him vomit blood.
The sudden blow to my heart was extremely serious.
Xue Xiuxin looked at Chen Sha again, her eyes twinkling: "As expected of Shenxuan's son, it seems that what I came here to do is worth it."
However, when she saw Chen Sha drawing his sword against Li Jianzhou again, she saw...
"What, a mourning stick? It's just a willow stick..."
Suddenly there was an uproar at the entrance of the hall.
I saw Chen Sha casually inhaling, and his true energy swept into one of the many mourning sticks prepared for today at the entrance of the hall.
"You?" Li Jianzhou saw that Chen Sha had only sucked up a stick, his eyes were filled with anger, and he drew out his sword with a roar, and the tip of the sword spurted sword energy, as if a dragon came to life.
Chen Sha's eyes were indifferent as he walked out step by step, holding a willow stick in his hand. He used the wooden stick to the sword, hitting it left and right, sweeping...
"That is……"
"How can a mere wooden stick perform such exquisite tricks?"
"This is not the Taoist martial arts!"
The elders looked at Chen Sha using his willow stick to easily and freely fight against his enemy Li Jianzhou's sword, and they all felt helpless and sighing.
"Wrong, we were all wrong."
Then look at Li Jianzhou facing a wooden stick and using a master-level swordsmanship, but he couldn't hurt Chen Sha at all. The light in his eyes became darker and darker, and a sad smile gradually appeared on his face.
He was already suppressed by his fists and his energy was dampened. Now he was faced with a wooden stick and he couldn't break it.
My mood suddenly dropped greatly.
There was a slight sluggishness in the movement of the true energy, and just when he woke up, he felt that his fingers were chopped off, and he was hit by a Chensha wooden stick, and the sword fell down.
Danglang~
Li Jianzhou raised his head in panic.
Woohoo~~
The wooden stick with overwhelming force had already been struck on his body, knocking Li Jianzhou to the ground. In an instant, he could not straighten up and was half-kneeling on the ground.
"How could it be, how could it be so!"
Li Jianzhou's inner emotions were overwhelming.
He traveled thousands of miles to come back, just to teach this incompetent junior brother a lesson, and then to use martial arts to regain his position as the head of the clan.
But, I don't want to...
The only one who is useless is himself!
What are the martial arts and talents that I have been proud of for so many years?
A clown on the stage?
"Hiss..."
Li Jianzhou still wanted to get up, but found that the true energy behind the stick had locked all the energy and blood in his body, making him stiff and half-kneeling there, facing Chen Shenxuan's mourning hall, as if he was being forced to repent.
An unfilial son who kneels.
"Hahaha..."
Li Jianzhou's complexion turned red, and then turned pale again. He suffered a severe blow, and his mind was a little crazy.
He suddenly laughed out loud and looked at the coffin with endless frustration:
"What a set of varied stick techniques."
He looked at Chen Sha and said, "What's the name of this stick technique?"
Chen Sha threw the willow stick aside and said softly: "Dog-beating stick."
"Hit...the dog with a stick."
Li Jianzhou gritted his teeth, his face turned green and white, and he looked up to the sky and laughed:
"Is this the martial arts master taught you personally to deal with me?"
He could only guess so.
Many elders present and even senior brothers such as Song Yu also thought so.
Even Zhou Tong muttered in a low voice: "I know all the martial arts of senior brother, but he has never taught me these two."
Chen Sha said: "You misunderstood. My father didn't leave me anything to deal with you."
I have experienced other people's martial arts in more than a thousand battles. Each battle lasted more than half an hour. It seemed like I had been sitting there for half a month, but in fact I had been fighting day and night for several years. How could others understand the boredom and rewards.
As soon as he said this, the whole audience was shocked.
"The two martial arts were not secretly passed down to his only son by Chen Shenxuan?"
"Impossible!" Li Jianzhou said: "I don't believe it!"
"What do you believe, so what if you don't believe it?"
Chen Sha said quietly.
"Since my father didn't pass the position of head to you, but to me, you shouldn't think about it again."
He walked towards the main hall, turned his back to Li Jianzhou, and said coldly:
"I won't give you this position, you can't take it."