"Me?" The young novice monk was in a daze. The old Daoist priest who could walk in the air had chosen him as his opponent.
The young monk, who had just become a monk, could not understand what was going on.
"Master?" The young novice monk looked at his master for help. The old Daoist priest was too much of a bully. He had just learned the Shaolin Long Fist. How could he be his opponent? If his master said no, he would immediately reject him.
"Baby Jun, since that Daoist priest wants to spar with you, you should go up and spar with him." The young novice monk's master had a simple and honest look on his face. He did not think that there was anything wrong with it. He did not know anything about the Xiantian Realm. He thought that the white-haired Daoist priest was going to give his disciple some pointers.
"Master, you?" The young novice monk was filled with grief. His master was pushing him into the fire pit.
The young novice monk turned his head back and forth as he took a step. As long as his master called him back, he would immediately turn around and leave. However, the young novice monk did not receive his master's call even when he reached the bottom of the dueling ring.
"Did you see that? When the young monk walked to the dueling ring, his legs were swaying at a strange frequency. Could it be a mystical footwork?"
"I think so too. Didn't you see it? Every time the young monk took a step forward, his legs would vibrate at a faster frequency. "
"That's right. It looks like he's either the reincarnation of Bodhidharma or the reincarnation of an eminent monk. Impressive."
"Did you see the young monk move?" Someone in the crowd shouted. Everyone's gaze instantly shifted to the young monk below the dueling ring.
He stood on his tiptoes and stretched out his arms in an upright position.
"I know what kind of Qinggong is that?" A white-haired old man in the crowd said excitedly. "I've heard that there's a peerless Qinggong in the pugilistic world. Only those with outstanding talent can learn it. I'm afraid the young monk in front of me has already learned it."
The white-haired old man squinted his eyes and remained silent after he finished speaking.
"Why don't you say it?" A blue-robed youth beside the white-haired old man urged. Isn't he just keeping us in suspense?
The surrounding people all looked at the white-haired old man anxiously. When the white-haired old man saw the gazes he attracted, he felt somewhat proud. "Rumor has it that there was once an expert who looked at the white clouds in the sky and created a supreme movement technique, the Ten Thousand Mile Clear Cloud Steps. Within five thousand miles, the Clear Cloud Steps were the steps."
After saying that, the white-haired old man patted his head. Only then did he recall that he had seen this movement technique in a novel.
However, he did not care about all this. In any case, no one would know whether it was true or not.
"Quick, look. The young novice monk's posture is ready. He is going to execute the Ten Thousand Mile Azure Cloud Steps," the blue-clad youth beside the white-haired old man said excitedly.
Within five thousand kilometers, the white clouds were his footsteps. This was a profound Movement Technique. It was in no way inferior to the sword technique theory from before.
In the next moment, the young novice monk's feet rose a lot higher. He stood there in a daze for a long time before turning his head to look at Zhou Yang. "Shop owner, I can't climb up."
Zhou Yang pointed gently, and the floating dueling platform slowly descended. In the end, it was only a foot above the ground. The young novice monk walked up.
"What Ten Thousand Mile Azure Cloud Steps is this?" The people around the youth glared at him. What kind of supreme Movement Technique is this?
"I didn't say it. He said it." The youth pointed at the white-haired old man beside him and said angrily. It was because he believed the old man's words that he embarrassed himself in front of so many people.
"The youths nowadays are really shameless. Who would believe this Ten Thousand Mile Azure Cloud Steps? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" the white-haired old man said with a look of disdain.
"That's right. If something happens to the youths nowadays, they push the blame onto the old man. Look at him. He is already so old, and you still have the cheek to frame him?" The surrounding Pugilistic World people who did not know what was going on all criticized the youth, accusing him of morality.
"You make the first move!"
On the dueling platform, Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist robe fluttered even though there was no wind, making a loud sound. His long white beard did not move at all.
The people below the platform felt a majestic aura coming towards them. It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them. Their chests felt slightly stuffy, making it difficult for them to breathe.
As for the young novice monk opposite him, he only felt a cool breeze blowing past him. He felt much better, and his nervous emotions were slightly relieved.
"Be careful." The young novice monk cupped his fists at Zhang Sanfeng and took a step forward. He threw a Cross Forward Punch at Zhang Sanfeng's chest.
Zhang Sanfeng's left hand drew a strange arc and blocked the young novice monk's fist.
Bang!
There was a thunderous explosion in the sky.
An invisible force spread out from the two of them, forming a small whirlwind in the Wanjie Lou, causing everyone's hair to dance in the wind.
"F * ck! I can guarantee that this young monk has definitely mastered the Golden Bell Shield of the Shaolin Temple. That internal force just now, the aura of the collision, if he did not have a strong defense, his internal organs would definitely be shaken into powder. "
"Didn't you see the collision between the young novice monk and Zhang Sanfeng's internal force? If he did not have a strong internal force, how could he not move? The Yijin Scripture of the Shaolin Temple is the most powerful. This young monk must have mastered the Yijin Scripture. "
"You are all wrong. I can guarantee that this young novice monk has definitely mastered the lost Marrow Cleansing Scripture of the Shaolin Temple. Even the young monk in front of him is an eminent monk of the Shaolin Temple. After mastering the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, he could cleanse his muscles and marrow, returning to his youth."
On the platform, the young novice monk's fist hit Zhang Sanfeng's palms. The invisible force continued to spread around.
"What's going on?" Zhou Yang was slightly dazed. The young novice monk was the reincarnation of Bodhidharma. Don't talk nonsense. He was just an ordinary young novice monk. If there was a time when he was comparable to Bodhidharma, it would be in the future, but definitely not now.
The martial arts experts below the platform all had a strange look on their faces. They could naturally feel that the wind that was constantly blowing in all directions was created by Zhang Sanfeng with his powerful qi. The young novice monk really did not emit any internal force at all.
Could it be that he was really an eminent monk who had returned to his youth? His qi had already reached the level of returning to its original state, and they could no longer feel it?
"Good, the young monk is mighty. Hurry up and defeat that old Taoist." There was a clear sound that sounded like pearls falling on a jade plate. Below the platform, a girl who was about the same age as the young novice monk had a face full of excitement. She was wearing an apricot yellow shirt, and a pair of bright eyes stared at the young novice monk who looked majestic.
When the young novice monk heard the voice that was as sweet as the chirping of an oriole, he could not help but turn his head to look. He saw a girl with a strange appearance waving at him. Suddenly, he could not help but blush. In his heart, he thought that this girl was like a fairy from a painting. She was so beautiful that he could not help but want to get close to her.
Buzz!
Just as the girl in the yellow shirt cheered, an even more violent aura erupted from Zhang Sanfeng's body. Between him and the young novice monk, an invisible Yin Yang Fish was formed.
The Yin Yang Fish continued to spin. Zhang Sanfeng and the young novice monk rose into the air. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the crowd, they fought from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the sky. The young novice monk had a confused look on his face. He did not know how he flew into the air. However, when he heard the girl in the yellow shirt cheering, his Shaolin Long Fist was used to perfection. Beads of sweat rolled down Zhang Sanfeng's forehead continuously.
"Little monk, do your best!"
"Little monk, do your best!"
… …
Below the platform, there was only the sound of the girl in the yellow shirt cheering.
As for the martial artists below the platform, they were already stunned. Ye Gu Cheng and Feng Qingyang's sword technique was too fast. They could not see it clearly and felt that it was a little unreal.
They were not like these two people. They fought from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the sky. This was the real battle between experts in their hearts.
Finally, after fighting for two hundred rounds, Zhang Sanfeng's face was a little pale. It was obvious that he had used up too much of his inner energy. When Zhang Sanfeng saw the girl in the yellow shirt staring at the young monk on the platform, he could not help but smile. However, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhang Sanfeng's hands turned into countless palm shadows, hitting all the meridians in the young novice monk's body. The young novice monk only felt his body tremble and comfortable. In the next moment, he realized that he had fallen off the platform. When he thought of the girl in the yellow shirt cheering, he felt a little disappointed.
"Master, are you alright?" Just as Zhang Sanfeng walked down the platform, the Wudang Sect Leader, Song Yuanqiao, looked at Zhang Sanfeng nervously. In his heart, his master was invincible. However, he had never felt so weak before. At the same time, his heart was filled with endless doubts.
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