Ten days later, news came out from Qingtian Temple, which shocked the entire martial arts world.
After killing Tiangang Fist Xie Ying with three punches in the Chongyang Mausoleum, Jade Taoist Wang Teng made a war pact with Southern Fist Song Tianming.
A year later, at the top of Mount Tai, there was a battle between high and low, as well as life and death.
The entire martial arts world in the Southern Region is in a state of excitement! Who is Song Tianming? One of the six bests in the world! The strongest in boxing! The ultimate warrior who has conquered an era!
Now, he has made a war pact with a junior to decide life and death, which has shocked many masters, and the name of Taoist Jade is once again resounding throughout the world.
Yuhuang Mountain, inside Qingtian Temple.
"He really wants to fight to the death with Nanquan and doesn't want us to interfere?"
Under the statue of Gao Miao, incense was lit, and a purple-robed Taoist stood among the clouds and mist; staring at the green-robed Taoist in front of him.
"Indeed, Wang Teng's talent is extraordinary, and even I am no match for him; plus the inheritance of Master Chongyang, he may not be able to fight with Nanquan in a year's time."
Elder Qi lowered his head slightly, his expression was respectful, and he was very optimistic about Wang Teng in his words.
"I believe what you said, so just wait; one year from now, at the top of Mount Tai, haha..."
The purple-robed Taoist nodded, revealing a pair of deep and distant eyes in the mist.
Capital, military camp.
Huang Long, the man in the raincoat, was holding a letter, his face was heavy, and his fine iron spear was lying sideways.
After entering the realm of a second-rate master, he followed his second uncle to practice, and his status in the military camp also increased. However, he suddenly heard the news about his friend Taoist Yu's life-and-death battle with Nanquan, which made him a little unable to control himself.
"Brother Wang, I hope you are really sure."
He sighed softly, and the candlelight beside the table flickered, reflecting the traces on the letter; the word "Wang Teng" means neutrality and peace.
One month later, in the land of three mountains and four rivers, inside the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
Wang Teng raised his palms to the sky and put on the show of practicing Hunyuan Gong. Wisps of white mist poured out from his mouth and nose; the Qi and blood in his body surged through the twelve main meridians, leading to the two meridians of Ren and Du, and they were as red as red jade.
He sat quietly, with a light blue light curtain in front of him.
Host: Wang Teng (human race/male)
Life span: one hundred years
Realm: second-rate master
Evolver level: Not advanced
Kung Fu: Yu Zhen Kung {Entering the Hall (Jade Skin Level 3/Hunyuan Kung Fu Bonus, Reverse Shock Level 1)}
Hunyuan Gong {Xiao Cheng (Hunyuan Qi and blood are being nurtured, the five senses are strengthened by two levels, the Taoist true skills are strengthened by two levels, and the understanding is strengthened by one level)}
Magical combat skills: Seven Star Steps, Broken Jade Fist
Flesh body: flesh and blood sublimated once (jade skin)
Soul: Essence sublimated once (eye of the sky)
Evolution points: 165
"Southern Fist Song Tianming..."
Wang Teng's eyes were slightly cold, and his entire upper body was shrouded in a jade-white color. With the increase in Hunyuan Gong, his jade skin was able to attach to his upper body, and his head was no longer a weak point.
"System, strengthen Yu Zhen Gong to great success!"
[Hey, it takes fifty evolution points to strengthen the Jade True Skill to Dacheng, which will transform the host's body. Are you sure? 】
"confirm!"
As soon as the words fell, the evolution point column on the light screen flashed suddenly, falling from 165 to 115 in an instant.
What followed was bursts of pain like tearing flesh and blood, and the muscles on the body's surface piled up like cramps and trembled.
Wang Teng's face was distorted, and the jade-white color on his skin slowly spread down his lower abdomen, gradually covering his entire body.
Accompanied by severe pain, Wang Teng's body twisted crazily on the snow, and his eyes were stunning, like sparks of fire.
"Nanquan Song Tianming... One year from now, you will be waiting for me on the top of Mount Tai!"
His face was distorted and he was laughing, and his whole body was covered in jade-white color. He was like a naturally raised beauty, transcendent from the ordinary world!
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A year passed in anticipation of the entire martial arts world. Warriors rushed to Mount Tai in a frantic manner to witness that battle.
Is it the Southern Fist Song Tianming who overpowers the contemporary generation and kills the Jade Taoist, or is the Jade Taoist going against the Six Ultimates and killing the Southern Fist Song Tianming?
Everyone has their own answer in their hearts, heading towards the top of Mount Tai, and even many martial arts celebrities show up to witness this battle.
At the foot of Mount Tai, the sound of horse hooves rumbled, and dozens of cavalrymen were lined up neatly with spears in hand.
In front, Huang Long, a man in raincoat, is dressed in battle armor and carries a fine iron spear on his back; his eyes looking towards the top of the mountain are full of hope and worry.
In front of half a stick of incense, with his green robe slightly fluttering, the Taoist stood in front of his horse and said goodbye to his old friend with a smile.
"Brother Wang, do we have to fight when we go here?"
The war horses neighed, and Huang Long looked bitter, unable to imagine the consequences of this battle.
"We have to fight. Song Tianming has held the title of Nanquan for too long. It's time for someone else."
The Taoist was very calm, he had a winning chance, and he was sure to win this battle.
"Brother Wang, your martial arts fortune is prosperous!"
Huang Long took a deep breath and said goodbye.
As the morning sun rises, a man dressed in a green robe climbs the stairs. The clouds and clouds move around, making him look like a celestial being.
On the top of Mount Tai, a middle-aged man stood early. His face was cold and hard; his fists were covered with calluses. Just standing like that, a great momentum gathered.
"Nanquan, Song Tianming."
On the top of the mountain, Qingpao was hunting, and the Taoist spoke coldly.
"Jade Taoist, Wang Teng."
The middle-aged man's eyes were dull as he looked at this young man who was famous for a while. It was he who stepped on the bones of his apprentice and made his name.
"You killed Xie Ying, so you deserve this disaster."
He slowly clenched his fists, and strong air flow burst out, rolling up the dead leaves.
"If you are not as skilled as others, you deserve to die."
The Taoist sneered, and the jade-white color shone, reflecting the rays of the sun, which was particularly bright.
"Well said, I'll beat you to death today!"
Song Tianming shouted loudly, the strong wind roared under his feet, and he took nine steps in a row and punched him in the head.
Snap!
There was an explosion in the sky. He had used his true energy in this punch to tear Wang Teng into pieces.
"Okay! It's a matter of life and death!"
Wang Teng laughed, and his whole body was instantly covered with a layer of jade-white color, like a stone man raised by nature; he punched out his fists, the strong wind howled, and his muscles and bones rang together.
"Dacheng's Yu Zhen Gong, is this your confidence? Do you think it is enough to withstand my Zhen Qi!"
Song Tianming's black hair danced wildly, and the air around him roared with great strength; his fist attached to the true energy slammed down, colliding with the jade-white iron fist, making a clanging sound.
"You are too naive. You don't know how powerful it is. The power of Dantian Qi Hai is beyond your imagination!"
He was not forgiving, and the wind was generated under his feet, and his punches were like dragons. In an instant, he punched ten times on Wang Teng's jade body. The strong wind howled, and the Taoist fell back with a groan.
"Nao Nao, if you have the ability, come and try to beat me to death!"
Wang Teng was not afraid, the jade body was extremely hard, and the opponent's fist that was wrapped with true energy could only give him a slight stinging sensation.
He sneered, and used the five-style Shattering Jade Fist, which was large and skillful, steady and powerful; like an ancient sacred mountain, thick and vicissitudes of life.
Thirty feet away, the warriors watching the battle were shocked. The Taoist Jade actually fought to a close with Nanquan!
You know, that is the first-class peak that has opened up the Dantian Qi sea!
Once the true energy is released, it is enough to increase the damage several times. If it is not the best, it will be difficult to compete!
Now, the Jade Taoist who came out of the Qingtian Temple actually relied on his great achievements in the Jade True Skill to challenge the true Qi! He did not lose even half a stick of incense during the fight.
"Is this Jade True Skill really so mysterious?"
Some warriors were stunned and murmured.
"It's hard to say, even in Qingtian Temple, no one has ever practiced this Jade True Kung Fu to great perfection; this Jade Taoist is the first in history."
A famous martial arts master spoke in deep thought, causing a chorus of exclamations. He is the first person in history to have mastered Yuzhen Kung Fu! No wonder he can conquer the true energy and rival Nanquan.