Even with Zhang SanFeng's self-restraint, he couldn't help but be slightly angered. Although he had served Reverend Jueyuan in the Shaolin Temple, he was only a servant who swept the floor and brewed tea. He didn't shave his head, nor did he take a master, so he couldn't be considered a Shaolin disciple. The martial arts of the Wu Dang Sect were all created by him. The result was that the Shaolin Temple always claimed that he secretly learned the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple, causing the martial arts of the Wu Dang Sect to be covered in dust.
However, Zhang SanFeng was an easy-going person. At the same time, he thought that if Reverend Jueyuan hadn't taught him the "Nine Yang Manual", then he would have had nothing to rely on. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that his martial arts came from the Shaolin Temple.
But no matter how magnanimous he was, he couldn't stand being ridiculed by the Shaolin Temple over and over again. Now that he was being scolded by Xuan Cheng, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He calmly replied, "Although I don't understand the 72 Ultimate Skills of the Shaolin Temple, but martial arts are different paths to the same goal. In recent years, I have created a set of fist techniques. If Reverend is interested, our two sects can discuss it.
We should be able to learn something by analogy and gain something from it. "Xuan Cheng was slightly taken aback. His original intention was to test the level of Zhang SanFeng's martial arts. But since the other party had brought everything up to the level of the sect, he didn't dare to accept. Although he was conceited and claimed to be the number one in the Shaolin Temple in the last two hundred years, Zhang SanFeng was after all a half-immortal in the martial arts world. He didn't have the confidence to win. If he lost, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the reputation of the Shaolin Temple?
However, Xuan Cheng was able to practice the 13 Ultimate Skills of the Shaolin Temple, so he was no fool. Very quickly, he had an idea. He said in a clear voice, "It's good that Shaolin Temple and Wu Dang Sect can exchange pointers with each other. But Reverend Zhang is a senior in the martial arts world. If I go up against him alone, it will damage the reputation of the Shaolin Temple.
Xuan Cheng had always been proud and arrogant. If it were anyone else, he would never join hands with them. But Zhang SanFeng's reputation was too great. Although he knew that with his martial arts, he might not lose to the opponent in a one-on-one fight, but this was related to the reputation of Shaolin, so he wanted to play it safe.
Fang Zheng slightly muttered to himself. Although he felt that it was somewhat dishonorable for them to outnumber Zhang Sanfeng, all these years, the monks of the Shaolin Temple had always been curious about the extent of Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation. However, Zhang Sanfeng usually did not take a single step out of the mountain. Anything that happened in Jianghu was handled by a group of disciples. Even if the Shaolin Temple wanted to investigate, they did not have the opportunity to do so. Now that this opportunity had presented itself once in a blue moon, Fang Zheng naturally did not want to miss it.
As for Xuzhu, he was more than happy to be able to exchange blows with a martial arts legend like Zhang Sanfeng. How could he refuse?
Seeing the three monks' tacit understanding, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be furious: "Good Shaolin Temple, are you planning to bully us with numbers? Since we are going to count according to seniority, then the two masters are also my seniors. I will lend Daoist Zhang a hand. I believe the two of you have nothing to say. "
In Song Qingshu's view, whether it was Xuan Cheng, Fang Zheng, or Xuzhu, they were all top masters in Jianghu. With his current cultivation, of course, it would not be a problem to deal with one of them, but to deal with two at the same time, he could only protect himself. Although Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation was divine, he was, after all, a hundred years old. If something happened to him in the middle …
Xuan Cheng sneered: "What is your status in Jianghu? Why would you join forces with others to fight the enemy?"
Song Qingshu still wanted to say something, but Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and said: "Thank you for your kindness, little brother, but if the three of them want to defeat me, it will not be so easy."
Song Qingshu was slightly startled. Listening to his tone, it seemed that he did not take the three of them seriously. He couldn't help but feel surprised: "I was too impulsive. Daoist Zhang, please."
Xuan Cheng also felt that he was being despised, and couldn't help but be secretly angry. He said in a deep voice: "In that case, this poor monk will offend you." After saying that, his robe swelled up, and his whole body turned into a red light and attacked Zhang Sanfeng.
Fang Zheng and Xuzhu looked at each other, but did not follow up. After all, they were extremely confident in Xuan Cheng's cultivation, and it was good to let him test the opponent first.
Halfway through Xuan Cheng's palm, a strong wind suddenly blew in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground was also swept up into the sky. Although they were not the opponent's target, the other people in the field were still forced back step by step by the aftermath of the palm.
Ren Yingying let out a cry of surprise, then closed her eyes and gently buried her head in Song Qingshu's chest to avoid the sand that filled the sky. Smelling the faint fragrance on her body, Song Qingshu had a good impression of Xuan Cheng for the first time in his life: "This big monk has a good hand!"
Suddenly, he heard Wu Yunzhu's scream. When Song Qingshu looked back, he saw that her whole body was staggering backwards. Of course, he didn't want to see her soft and tender face hurt on the ground, so he freed his other hand and stretched out his arm to grab Wu Yunzhu's slender waist, pulling her back.
"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu's face was slightly red, and she also copied Ren Yingying's action and rested her head on his arm.
As for Ah Zi, You Tanzhi had already appeared in front of her, blocking the sand that filled the sky for her, so there was no need for Song Qingshu to worry about her. It was a pity that Ah Zi didn't even have the slightest bit of gratitude. In her heart, she was secretly complaining: "Humph, this damn iron ugly doesn't even have a bit of eyesight. I originally wanted to lie down in master's arms, but because of you, I ended up letting that little girl take advantage of me."
Song Qingshu naturally didn't have the time to care about the thoughts of these girls. Instead, he focused his attention on the two people in the field. Although he was extremely confident in Zhang SanFeng's martial arts, Xuan Cheng was also not an ordinary martial arts master.
Seeing Xuan Cheng's frightening attack, Zhang SanFeng's face was full of smiles, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. He let the opponent's palm strike come, and only when the opponent's palm was about to reach his body did he slowly raise his hand to block the opponent's wrist.
Perhaps because he was about to attack the opponent, Xuan Cheng didn't want to leak the power of his palm, and the sand in the field suddenly became much smaller. Everyone in the field, including Wu Yunzhu who didn't know martial arts, could clearly see Zhang SanFeng's movements. His movements were really too slow, and even Wu Yunzhu felt that the movement of his hand was much faster than Zhang SanFeng's.
But what made everyone's jaws drop was that Zhang SanFeng's hand was obviously very slow, but it unexpectedly reached Xuan Cheng's wrist in time and pushed it to the side. Xuan Cheng suddenly felt a soft force on his wrist, and his whole body became somewhat unsteady as he staggered to the side.
Ren Yingying subconsciously raised her head to look at the man behind her, and in her heart she secretly thought: "This move of Zhang SanFeng's seems slow, but it's actually very fast. It's quite similar to the effect of his previous sword strike. Could it be that this man's cultivation has already reached Zhang SanFeng's level?"
Xuan Cheng was aghast, and he hastily leapt backwards to increase the distance between him and the opponent. Zhang SanFeng also didn't chase after him. Looking at the surrounding leaves that had been shattered by the wind of his palm, he couldn't help but praise, "Prajna Palm, it really deserves to be called the most profound palm technique in the Shaolin Temple."
Xuan Cheng snorted. His first move had already left him in such a difficult situation, and Zhang SanFeng's words of praise certainly sounded very grating. However, he didn't take the failure of this move too seriously. After all, this move was more of a test, and he had only used 50% of his power. Moreover, it was mostly a feint.
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