In the forest, a middle-aged man wearing a robe with a Tai Chi Pisces pattern came out of the forest and looked at Qin Lang with approval: "Zhang Qitian of Wudang Sect has met Grandmaster Qin."
Qin Lang looked at Zhang Qitian with his hands behind his back. Zhang Qitian had developed a deep internal strength, which was comparable to that of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. He was considered a stronger cultivator that Qin Lang had ever seen.
However, in front of Qin Lang, who now has seven virtual pills in his body, Zhang Qitian is a little disappointed.
"Are you here to avenge your disciple?"
Qin Lang looked at Zhang Qitian calmly with his hands behind his back.
He killed Wudang sect Zhang Yangxu at the Xue family, and Zhang Yangxu's master should be Zhang Qitian.
"No, no, the Wudang Clan has many disciples, and vendettas are just natural. I will definitely not take action personally for a disciple!"
Zhang Qitian stretched out his hand and pointed behind Qin Lang: "I'm here for him. This zombie is a disaster, so naturally I have to eliminate it for the people."
"Screw you, uncle, you are killing harm for the people. Why are you pretending to be hypocritical in front of me? You just said that you want to occupy this zombie and serve yourself. Why are you pretending to be noble?"
Qin Lang hated such duplicitous people the most, so he directly cursed.
"Grandmaster Qin, if you continue to help the tyrants do evil, don't blame me for killing you too!"
Zhang Qitian said with a look of compassion.
"Don't be a good boy in front of me. If you have any skills, show them to me. If you beat me, you can say anything. If you can't win, just wait and pay the price for offending me!"
Qin Lang looked at Zhang Qitian with disdain.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, since Master Qin is so stubborn, I will let you know what it means to have someone outside of others, so that you will not be arrogant when you are young!"
With that said, Zhang Qitian took out a silver charm from his arms, recited a spell, and threw it towards Qin Lang.
"The leader of a powerful martial arts family actually relies on talismans to earn a living. Your Wudang Clan has been completely disgraced by you!"
Qin Lang said disdainfully, and before the silver talisman could get close to him, he stretched out his hand and smashed the silver talisman in the air.
Zhang Qitian was quite surprised when he saw Qin Lang crushing his silver talisman with one easy movement!
You know, there are four types of this charm, yellow, blue, silver and gold!
The golden talisman is a talisman that can only be used by god-level powers, while the silver talisman is the talisman that he can currently use. The silver talisman just now is an explosive and lethal flame talisman.
However, before the flame of the spell was generated, Qin Lang grabbed it to pieces like a chicken. With just this hand, Zhang Qitian felt that he was a little weaker.
"Haha, this is just an appetizer."
When Zhang Qitian saw that the talisman could not defeat the opponent at all, he simply gave up this idea, and instead moved forward and used Wudang Neijia Fist.
It should be said that Zhang Qitian's Wudang secrets are really worth learning. The internal martial arts are used to fight against each other. Qin Lang watched Zhang Qitian approaching with his hands behind his back, and then started to use his footwork to fight with Zhang Qitian.
Zhang Qitian is a master master. Before this, Qin Lang had only met one and a half master masters.
Xue Zhanpeng is the real master, and Yu Zhanhai is the remaining half.
Today I met another martial arts master. Qin Lang cherished this opportunity very much and kept testing and observing Zhang Qitian.
Zhang Qitian is like an old man doing health-preserving boxing. His movements seem to be extremely gentle, but he is very powerful. If anyone else had stood in front of him, he would have been slapped to death long ago.
"Well done!"
Qin Lang jumped up and fought with Zhang Qitian.
‘Bah, bah, bah…’
The two of them put their fists together, and Qin Lang felt that the force of his fists would be caught by Zhang Qitian. After turning around to release the force, Qin Lang would use the force to rebound to Qin Lang.
After Qin Lang tried a few moves, he found them boring.
The reason is that he has understood the secret of Wudang's unique skills, and then he feels bored.
The prerequisite for this so-called leveraging strength is that you must have a certain strength foundation.
This is just like Archimedes' lever principle. The prerequisite is that your lever must be long enough and you must have a certain amount of strength to leverage this huge force.
Assuming that Qin Lang's punch at this time had a force of 50,000 kilograms, if Zhang Qitian used the force to rebound, even Qin Lang himself would not be able to bear it.
But what if Zhang Qitian wants to use force? Then he must have at least five thousand kilograms of strength to leverage an external force that is ten times his own.
The most admirable founder of Wu-Tang Clan is truly talented.
It is already quite difficult to develop such a unique Wudang skill on a planet as spiritually exhausted as Earth.
Understanding the reason, Qin Lang stopped holding back, suddenly increased his strength, and punched Zhang Qitian hard.
"In his own way!"
Zhang Qitian is still the same as before. As long as he can remove Qin Lang's power and push it back, Zhang Qitian will always be in an invincible position.
Unfortunately, this time, Zhang Qitian's hands were not as magical as before. His hands felt as if they were grasping an extremely powerful snake instead of an arm.
The giant snake flicked its tail slightly, and the huge destructive force knocked Zhang Qitian back several steps before he could stand still.
"What kind of kung fu is this? How come I can't do anything to him even if I use his method or apply it to him!"
Zhang Qitian was inexplicably surprised, but it was too late to think about it because Qin Lang punched him hard again.
This punch directly hit Zhang Qitian like a rolling gourd, and the scene was extremely funny.
"You, what kind of skill are you doing?"
The more Zhang Qitian fought, the more frightened he became. The opponent only had one punch, one kick, one elbow, and one knee, but the changes were endless, and Zhang Qitian was overwhelmed.
"Kung Fu? Haha, it's useless for you to be called a master. You don't even know such a simple Kung Fu. No wonder the Wudang Clan is so lonely."
Qin Lang punched Zhang Qitian hard again, and then chased Zhang Qitian's figure with his hands behind his back for hundreds of meters. The distance between the two people always remained less than half a meter, and they were just face to face.
"Do you want to know what kind of kung fu this is? Then let me tell you, this is the absolute advantage of speed and strength!"
"To deal with you, I just took advantage of my maximum speed and strength. My strength is much greater than yours. Your strength cannot even withstand one tenth or even one percent of my strength. What's more,
How can I use the principle of leverage to transfer the lethality of my fist?"
"It's extremely embarrassing for you, a majestic Wudang sect, to rely on the magic of talismans to enter Taoism!"
Qin Lang put his hands behind his back and stretched out his hand to pinch the air hard.
"Let me show you what real power is!"
"Heaven and Earth Martial Arts, the first move, Destruction Hand!"
Qin Lang condensed seven virtual pills, and his power was superimposed and increased hundreds of times compared to before.
A master like Zhang Qitian who relies on talismans to enter Taoism is only a mere ounce compared to Xue Zhanpeng. Qin Lang only killed Xue Zhanpeng once before, but now he kills Zhang Qitian like a chicken, and with the first move of Heaven and Earth Martial Art, Zhang Qitian will
Can't bear it.
'Bang...'
Zhang Qitian's body was grabbed by Qin Lang, and a piece of his heart collapsed, and his whole face was extremely distorted.
"No, this is impossible. We are both masters. Why are you so strong?"
Zhang Qitian was wearing a yin-yang Pisces Taoist robe that was not stirred by the wind, and blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Even if I die, I will fight you!"
Then Zhang Qitian tore open his robe, revealing a long trace of a spell on his chest.
"I have worked hard for fifty years and used my body as a talisman. What I draw is the destiny of this life!"
On Zhang Qitian's chest, the originally long brown talisman became extremely vivid with the flow of blood.
"Trying your best?"
Qin Lang squinted at the Talisman of Destiny and finally became interested.
"The only thing you're better than Xue Zhanpeng is that you have a desperate trick for yourself!"
Qin Lang continued to stand with his hands behind his back: "Come, let me see how powerful your destiny talisman is."
"Qin, the last thing you should do is give me time to recite the curse. Now, go die!"
Zhang Qitian stretched out his sword finger, muttered more than ten curse words, and then shouted loudly.
Qin Lang smiled lightly. Zhang Qitian's spell was too complicated to operate. If Xue Zhanpeng had faced him, he would have passed by with one blow, and there would be no time for him to recite the spell!
But Qin Lang gave Zhang Qitian time!
"open……"
As Zhang Qitian roared and passed his sword forward, the complicated talisman of fate on Zhang Qitian's chest suddenly left his body and rushed towards Qin Lang to engrave it! (To be continued)