When all the righteous masters saw Ren Woxing using such a cunning trick to injure Master Fang Zheng, they couldn't help but curse. Even Taoist Master Chongxu, who had always been as stable as a mountain, couldn't help looking at Ren Woxing and frowning slightly.
But Ren Woxing just laughed and said: "Master Abbot, I'm offended!" He spat out his hand vigorously, and a wisp of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Master Fang Zheng's mouth, and he leaned back.
Everyone knew that Master Fang Zheng must have suffered serious internal injuries at this moment, and all the leaders of the righteous path could not help but look worried.
At this moment, I saw Master Fangzheng's kind-hearted face showing a peaceful smile, clasping his hands together, and reciting a Buddha's name.
"Amitabha."
In an instant, his left shoulder suddenly shook forward, and a moderate and peaceful force came out of his chest and penetrated into his arm along Ren Woxing's palm.
"Yi Jin Jing!"
Ren Woxing's expression suddenly changed. He really didn't expect that this great monk's internal strength had reached such a high level that he could even fight back despite being seriously injured after being slapped by himself.
"bump!"
A circle of energy spread out from the feet of Master Fang Zheng, and the ground was instantly covered with cracks like spider webs. A few feet away, an ancient locust tree automatically dropped many fallen leaves without wind.
"The internal energy fluctuates, seven thousand six hundred and seventy-two points!"
As Master Fang Zheng's counterattack began, the internal force fluctuation data chart in Ling Jing's eyes suddenly jumped from more than 6,000 points to more than 7,600 points.
"Shaolin martial arts is indeed extensive and profound. I never expected that in this era, there would be people who could cultivate their internal strength to more than 7,000 points."
A trace of surprise flashed in Ling Jing's eyes. In the Ming Dynasty, which was already considered a low-level martial arts era, anyone who could cultivate their internal strength to the level of an intermediate master was already a genius. However, he didn't expect that Master Fang Zheng could actually
The "Yi Jin Jing" has been practiced to such a shocking level.
In this world, if one were to compare internal strength alone, I'm afraid no one could beat him.
Ren Woxing was shocked by Master Fang Zheng's "Yi Jin Jing" magical power. His expression changed drastically and he took six steps back with "dong dong dong". Each step left a footprint two or three inches deep on the stone bricks.
His complexion suddenly became a little pale, and his right arm was slightly raised, looking very stiff.
"Shaolin Temple's "Yi Jin Jing"! Hehe, I have learned a lesson today." Ren Woxing looked at Master Fang Zheng's skinny body and said in a deep voice.
"Ahem!" Master Fang Zheng covered his chest and coughed violently several times, and said harmoniously: "Master Ren is both wise and brave, and Fang Zheng has also learned from it." His words were sincere and there was no pretense at all.
If someone else said this, Ren Woxing would probably think that the other person was ridiculing him. However, Master Fang Zheng was open-minded and ignorant of affairs. Ren Woxing couldn't help but feel a little apologetic when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Abbott, thank you."
The internal strength of both of them has reached the state of perfection, and they are among the top figures in the world. They had taken a blow from the other before, but now they had to stop temporarily and take the opportunity to adjust their breath to stabilize their injuries.
Outside the side hall, there was silence for a moment, but there was an invisible pressure lingering in the hearts of everyone.
The tea time had passed, but neither Master Fang Zheng nor Ren Woxing made any move. It seemed that they were both seriously injured. Taoist Master Chongxu suddenly walked between the two of them and asked: "Master, Master Ren, what are you two doing?"
Do you still have the energy to take action?"
Master Fang Zheng said: "Master Ren has profound internal skills. I received the palm of Master Ren for more than a month. I'm afraid I won't be able to recover from the injury." He didn't say whether he could still do it, but he just said that his injuries were extremely serious.
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Chongxu nodded and looked at Ren Woxing again.
Ren Woxing's expression changed, and he said with a smile: "How about this? This competition between me and Master Fang Zheng will be considered a draw, with no winner or loser. If the competition continues, I am afraid that Master Fang Zheng and I will have to fight to the death."
Dead."
He was previously shocked by Master Fang Zheng's "Yi Jin Jing" internal force. Until now, he still had no feeling in his right arm, and his inner breath was stagnant. He knew that if he continued to be beaten, the road down the mountain would be difficult.
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"Master Ren's words are very appropriate. I have exactly what I meant." Master Fang Zheng said with his hands clasped together.
"Okay! Since both of you agree to count it as a draw, then this first game will be regarded as a deadlock between us." Taoist Chongxu glanced at Ling Jing and Xiang Wentian and asked, "I don't know about the second game.
Which one of you will take part in the battle?"
Master Fang Zheng and Ren Woxing were helped down respectively. Ren Yingying supported Ren Woxing and was asking in a low voice.
Xiang Wentian suddenly sneered, took a few steps forward, pointed at Zuo Lengchan and said: "Master Zuo, you didn't take this advantage, but you are very disappointed? Haha, I will pick you up for this second game.
trick."
Zuo Lengchan's face darkened, and he said: "I have long heard of Xiang Wentian's name, and today I am going to learn from you about your brilliant move." His expression was cold, making it impossible to tell a single clue, and no one knew what was going on in his heart at this moment.
What are you thinking about.
Ling Jing frowned and glanced at Xiang Wentian. He was not surprised at all that this person took the initiative to ask for a fight. He and Xiang Wentian didn't say that their hatred was as deep as the sea, but the grudge was also not small. This person did it without asking him first.
There is nothing surprising about taking action.
"You're asking for trouble!" Ling Jing didn't say anything to stop him. Even though he knew that Xiang Wentian was bound to lose, it was still useful for this top-notch master to consume some of Zuo Lengchan's internal energy.
Seeing that Ling Jing had no objection, Taoist Chongxu retreated.
Xiang Wentian was about to slash his long sword and pounced on Zuo Lengchan with a solemn expression. In fact, in terms of martial arts, he was also a well-known figure in the Sun and Moon Sect, but against Zuo Lengchan, one of the three great masters of the right path,
As a top person, he still dare not act without caution.
With a flash of silver light and a roaring sound, Xiang Wentian struck Zuo Lengchan's left shoulder with his sword.
Zuo Lengchan's expression didn't change, and he suddenly swiped diagonally to the right. At the same time, he raised his left hand to catch Xiang Wentian's wrist.
"How can it be so easy!" Xiang Wentian is also a veteran of many battles. At this moment, he calmly held the handle of the knife, poked it back, and tapped Zuo Lengchan's two fingers.
Zuo Lengchan quickly withdrew his attack, and when he had no time to react, he flew up with another kick and kicked Xiang Wentian in the waist.
These two people changed their moves very quickly, and they had obviously mastered the moves to the point where they could use them at will. The leaders of several sects around them couldn't help but secretly praise them when they looked at the two people in the field.
The two were fighting in the field. Xiang Wentian's sword skills were superb, and his martial arts skills were actually not inferior to those of some sect leaders. But Zuo Lengchan fought with them, and after ten or twenty moves, he still seemed to be able to do it with ease, all relying on his palm skills.
Fingering to receive moves and attack seems to be a way of not consuming too much internal energy.
The more Xiang Wentian beat him, the harder he looked. He could clearly see what Zuo Lengchan was thinking at this moment. Suddenly, he shouted loudly, slammed his feet on the ground, and flew out like the wind.
, slashed vertically with the sword, facing Zuo Lengchan's middle door.
Zuo Lengchan's eyes narrowed slightly, this sword was much faster than the previous attacks, but he just sneered, and when the sword struck, he suddenly pinched it with both palms.
"Crack!"
Xiang Wentian's long knife was clamped by Zuo Lengchan's fleshy palms. No matter how hard Xiang Wentian tried, he couldn't pull it out.
Xiang Wentian felt anxious and raised his left foot to kick Zuo Lengchan in the vagina.
This kind of despicable trick is naturally nothing in the eyes of people in the Demon Cult, but many of the people present are the top figures in the righteous path. When they see the angel asking for such a despicable and shameless trick, they can't help but frown secretly.
"Shameless!"
Zuo Lengchan cursed angrily, raised his foot to shift gears, and at the same time, his right hand quickly passed over Xiang Wentian's sword.
"Bang bang bang!"
A layer of transparent ice crystals instantly formed on the blade. Under the ice crystals, cracks appeared wherever Zuo Lengchan's fleshy palm slid over.
A burst of icy cold air penetrated from the blade into Xiang Wentian's palm, followed the meridians on his hand, and penetrated into his lungs.
"As soon as Master Zuo's "Ice Qi" comes out, Xiang Wentian will probably be defeated." The people present are all masters, and their eyesight is naturally not weak. Zuo Lengchan has cultivated this extremely cold energy.
The internal strength is already vaguely restrained in all kinds of internal skills. If Xiang Wentian was hit by this move, it would be difficult for him to continue fighting.
Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong stood in the middle of the crowd, watching Zuo Lengchan perform this magical martial arts, his eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.
"Refund!"
Following Zuo Lengchan's loud shout, the long knife in Xiang Wentian's hand shattered inch by inch, and the fragmented blade turned into more than ten pieces and scattered on the ground.
Xiang Wentian's face turned blue and his lips turned purple. It was obvious that cold air had entered his body and he was poisoned by the cold.
A ruthless expression flashed across Zuo Lengchan's face, his left palm passed under his right arm, and he hit Xiang Wentian on the chest, knocking him away.
"To brother!"
Ren Woxing glanced at Zuo Lengchan with a cold look, flew up, took Xiang Wentian with his left hand, folded his body in mid-air, and then fell back to where he was before like a wild goose.
"Uncle Xiang, are you okay?" Ren Yingying asked anxiously when she saw that Xiang Wentian's face turned blue, his whole body was trembling, and even his breath was faintly white.
"It's okay, this bitch's inner strength of ice is really amazing!" Xiang Wentian laughed forcefully, feeling his breath stagnant, as if it had been frozen into ice, and his whole body was stiff.
"Don't talk for now. Wait until I help you resolve the cold in your body." Ren Woxing could tell that Xiang Wentian was not in a good condition at this time. If this cold was allowed to linger in Xiang Wentian's body, he would definitely
Serious damage to the foundation.
A palm was pressed against Xiang Wentian's heart, and the inner energy penetrated into his body, running the "Star Absorbing **", trying to absorb and dissolve all of Zuo Lengchan's "Ice Qi".
Suddenly, a faint layer of white air began to spread along Ren Woxing's left palm and gradually towards his wrist.
"Daddy!" Ren Yingying exclaimed in a low voice.
"It seems that Mr. Zuo has really mastered an incredible martial arts." Ren Woxing sneered and shook his left arm, forcing all the cold air out of his hand.
At this moment, Zuo Lengchan was heard saying calmly in the field: "We have won this battle."
