Finally, several more people arrived one after another, some of whom Hua Buyi and Zhang Jun didn't recognize, but they didn't go into details. However, there was one person who made Hua Buyi's eyes spit out murderous intent.
"This man is nicknamed Killing Tathagata. He has a kind appearance but a cruel heart." He said to Zhang Jun, "When your great master was killed, this man was one of the accomplices. He appeared on behalf of that man."
That person was naturally the person who claimed to have half-step magical power and injured Ye Xian. He was an all-around wizard. Mr. Yang Ling died at the hands of that person.
Judging from the appearance of the Tathagata, he looked like a middle-aged man, but Zhang Jun knew that he must be over sixty years old, because he was a master of holding elixirs. This man indeed looked kind and smiled like a Buddha.
Tathagata Sasho walked up to Hua Buyi and said calmly: "Brother Hua, I haven't seen you for ten years, and you finally made a breakthrough."
Hua Buyi said coldly: "If I don't let him break through, how will I kill you in the future?"
The Killing Tathagata smiled "haha": "It's a shame to kill, we will discuss our grievances later." Then he looked at Zhang Jun, nodded and said, "Okay, you do have immortal veins, it seems that the sky will not stop you.
Shennongmen. But be careful, the higher the talent, the easier it is to die young."
Zhang Junyi raised his eyebrows and said very directly: "Tathagata Killer, within three years, I will definitely take your head!"
Killing Tathagata's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly: "I'm afraid that if you, the master and the disciple come together, you will be beaten to death by me!"
After all, it was not easy to cause a conflict in this kind of situation, so the Tathagata Killer left his words and went to the hall.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, all the guests had arrived, and Nan Bodhisattva announced the start of the ceremony as the host. Before officially becoming a disciple, Zhang Jun wanted to thank all the guests who came to watch the ceremony according to etiquette.
Several halls have an exit leading to Hall No. 1. At this moment, the hall is full of people, and everyone is looking at the focus of the scene, Zhang Jun and Hua Buyi.
Zhang Jun first paid tribute to his martial arts friends. As soon as he finished speaking his kind words, a man walked out of the crowd. This man was two meters tall, with a strong build, a beard like a steel needle on his face, and a loud voice.
"The Shennong sect is first in medical skills and second in martial arts. Yan Feihu of the Xingyi sect wants to learn the kung fu of the future leader of Shennong. I wonder if Brother Zhang will give him the honor?"
Zhang Jun showed no fear and said calmly: "Brother Yan is interested, of course he will accompany you to the end."
There are many branches of Xingyi sect, and Yan Feihu’s sect is unique. It is inherited from Li Luoneng, a master of Xingyi in the Qing Dynasty. He has the theory of five elements and twelve forms. The five elements are split fist, drill box, collapse box, cannon box and horizontal box.
In boxing, the twelve shapes are dragon, tiger, monkey, horse, turtle, etc.
Yan Feihu has a tall physique, long muscles and long bones, and amazing strength. He is a master of energy transformation and has tyrannical strength.
As soon as he stood up, there was a commotion in the crowd. Someone said dissatisfiedly: "Yan Feihu, you have been practicing boxing for thirty years and have been at the level of Huajin for ten years. Now you are fighting with a young man. Don't you think
Are you ashamed?"
The person who spoke was a woman with a graceful temperament. She was standing not far to the left of Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun smiled gratefully at her and turned to everyone: "My Shen Nong sect has always been very strict in selecting disciples.
It’s hard to be picked. Today Zhang Jun officially joins Shennongmen. It’s human nature for all my martial arts friends to come out and try out their moves.”
Yan Feihu laughed "haha" and said: "Okay! The descendants of Shenzhou Buyi should have such courage! Please!"
Zhang Jun said calmly: "Brother Yan is a guest, please come first."
Everyone started talking again. Could it be that this young man had too much trust? Yan Feihu's strength was at the top among Huajin masters. There were very few people who could defeat him. How dare he let the opponent take the first move?
Yan Feihu was sophisticated and experienced. He didn't say anything. He shouted softly and struck with a cannon fist. Among the five elements of Xingyi, the cannon fist was the most ferocious. When this punch came out, it sounded like thunder, which shocked the onlookers.
“‘Thunder Hand’ Yan Feihu is well-deserved!” someone exclaimed.
What Zhang Jun did was beyond everyone's expectations. He actually put on the Zhenwu Mother Fist stance and integrated the Tai Chi Hammer into it to create the unique Zhenwu Tai Chi Cannon Hammer. As soon as he made the move, there was a sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring all over him.
The sound, dragon's roaring iron shirt and tiger's roaring golden bell were displayed naturally.
As soon as the Zhenwu Tai Chi cannon hammer came out, both Lu Yunxiang and Yuxu Guanzhu who were watching the battle looked shocked.
"What a boy! He actually came out of Zhenwu Boxing Furnace! Although he is still immature, his potential is endless!" Lu Yunxiang praised.
"And he can integrate Tai Chi Mother Fist into the boxing furnace. He is going to be the grand master of the sect!" Master Yuxu said with a smile.
Sword God Situ Xing and Fairy Zhenru were also sitting nearby, both of them looking surprised. Liu Zhenru said: "You see he has the appearance of a dragon and a tiger. Did Uncle Yunhu really pass him the Tiger Stand?"
Situ Xing said calmly: "Dragon and tiger are in harmony, his achievements are probably even higher than those of fairies."
Fairy Zhenru smiled and said: "How about competing with the Sword God?"
"If you don't die young, you will definitely surpass me." Situ Xing concluded.
Everyone spoke slowly, but the two moved quickly. The Tai Chi cannon hammer and the Xingyi cannon fist collided together, making a thunderous roar. The entire hall shook violently, and the glassware on the nearby table exploded to pieces.
Zhang Jun's figure was like a big tree swaying in the wind, but his steps did not move and his expression remained as usual. However, Yan Feihu was blown away by a punch like a cannonball. When he landed on the ground, all his teeth fell off and blood flowed from all seven holes.
Zhang Jun's force was both hard and soft, not only knocking out Yan Feihu's teeth, but also injuring his internal organs.
Defeating the enemy with one move, the stage was completely silent. Lin Xian, Shen Rong and others in the distance all dropped their clenched hearts into their stomachs and looked happy.
"I agree." Zhang Jun said with his fists clasped.
The shock in Yan Feihu's heart was indescribable. You must know that he is extremely talented, and what he is best at is hard blows. He didn't expect that today he would be defeated by the enemy in this way.
Zhang Jun actually tried his best. Today was no different than usual. There were so many experts and so many guests. He not only wanted to win, but he also wanted to win beautifully, so that he could gain face for his master.
As for the injury to Yan Feihu, the opponent deserved it. A master of Huajin who had been practicing boxing for thirty years came out to challenge a newcomer in his early twenties who had only been practicing martial arts for a few years. He deserved the blame for his defeat, so there is no need to pity him.
Yan Feihu had no shame in staying any longer, so he bowed his hands to everyone, turned around and left, and was helped away by several fellow disciples.
Just as he defeated one person, another person came up. This person was stooped, with gray hair, and his face was always facing downwards, and his face could not be seen clearly. He walked up to the stage and said in a hoarse voice: "This little old man is proficient in martial arts and wants to teach me something."
Mr. Zhang’s tips for readers.”
Before Zhang Jun had time to respond, Sword God Situ Xing strode onto the stage and said coldly: "Fang Zhun, you were half-stepped twenty years ago and came out to challenge the younger generation. Don't you feel blushing? You want to fight?
I, Situ Xing, will accompany you!"
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the old man who called Fang Zhun to respond. Suddenly, a streak of sword light appeared in front of him. It was like light and electricity, and the chill was overwhelming. In one hundredth of a second, the sword light reached Fang Zhun's eyebrows.
Fang Zhun secretly hid his strength and wanted to take the opportunity to kill Zhang Jun in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, he was recognized by Sword God Situ Xing. At this moment, the sword energy was approaching. He roared, unleashed his full potential, and quickly dodged.
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It's a pity that the Sword God's sword light was too fast, too accurate, and too sharp. His body didn't move even one centimeter, and the sword light had already cut into the center of his eyebrows.
The center of the eyebrow is the most vulnerable and important place for a warrior. It is called the Xuanguan, Niwan Palace, and Upper Dantian, and is the center of the brain. If this place is injured, you will either die or go crazy.
The sword energy cut in accurately, Fang Zhun shouted, his face immediately showed a look of madness, he laughed and jumped up and down, and rushed out of the hall in an instant. This man was actually crazy!
The onlookers felt awe-inspiring and looked at Situ Xing with very fearful eyes. You must know that a master who holds the elixir in half a step can definitely kill a person who transforms energy in an instant. He is invincible below the elixir level, but he was stabbed between the eyebrows by a move of the sword god.
, leading to madness.
At this point, no one in the martial arts world dared to challenge him.
However, a few people walked out of the crowd on the other side. These people looked weak, but they were all masters of medicine and well-known in the medical world. One of them, Zhang Jun also knew, was the Dongling Medical King Gu Mosheng.
The last time Gu Mosheng was at the Wen family, he was humiliated by Zhang Jun and left in disgrace. He didn't expect to sneak into the apprenticeship ceremony. The other people all looked unfamiliar and Zhang Jun didn't recognize them.
A long-faced man, about fifty or sixty years old, said with a smile: "I, Xinglin He Shiren, have heard about the name of the Shennong Sect for a long time. Today is the time to meet and I want to discuss medicine with the newly banned disciples of the Shen Nong Sect."
Among the celebrities in the medical field, Zhang Shiqi, Jin Sanyou and others reprimanded: "He Shiren, Brother Zhang has just become a disciple, so how do you know any medical skills? Aren't you deliberately causing trouble?"
Gu Mosheng immediately turned around and sneered: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense! Who in our medical practice doesn't know that we should learn medicine as early as possible. I learned the names of medicines when I was two years old, knew the properties of medicines and memorized soup soups when I was three years old, and memorized the Huangdi Neijing at the age of four.
, he was already able to treat minor illnesses at the age of six. This Zhang Jun, is he already in his twenties this year? What achievements can he make in the future if he goes out to study Chinese medicine at such an old age?"
As soon as this statement came out, people in the medical field agreed one after another. Indeed, as Gu Mosheng said, traditional Chinese medicine should start from elementary school. Those who study traditional Chinese medicine in universities often do it half-heartedly, and in the end they have to follow the path of Western medicine.
Zhang Jun laughed "haha" at this time and said: "You guys are right! But I know a little bit about medicine, otherwise the master would not accept me."
Having said this, he glanced at Hua Buyi, who nodded slightly, indicating that he could handle it on his own.
The long-faced doctor looked coldly and said, "In that case, please enlighten me!" After saying this, he clapped his hands and two young men came over. One of these two young men was walking on one leg while the other had his left arm hanging down.
Swinging with every step like a pendulum.
The long-faced doctor said: "These two are my direct disciples. They have some inconveniences in their legs and feet. Please treat them."
The martial arts masters present could tell at once that these two people had injured their muscles and bones using special techniques, which was very difficult to treat. When people are injured by techniques, special techniques are often used to treat them, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand the reason.
Jin Sanyou frowned and said: "We doctors are most afraid of treating this kind of injury. Even if I encounter it, I will probably fail."
Zhang Shiqi said: "It doesn't matter, I think Brother Zhang is a man of real ability." After saying that, they looked at Ye Xian.
Ye Xiande was highly respected and had unparalleled medical skills, so his eyesight was naturally extraordinary. Without stepping forward to take a closer look, he said: "Both of these two people were injured by the technique of dividing the muscles and bones. The injuries are different. Let's take a look below.
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At this moment, Zhang Jun has walked in front of the two of them, and through the Buddha's eyes, he can clearly see the injuries of the other's muscles and bones. Generally speaking, when a husband has a bruise or a bone injury, traditional Chinese medicine often relies on the touch of his hands to feel the injury.
But he sees everything directly and clearly sees the pathology of the injury. Under this situation, no matter what special method is used to injure the muscles and bones, there is no secret to him.