At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor strode up the mountain with purple clouds rising.
Two people were confronting each other at the top of the stone steps. Hsu Fengnian was holding a talisman knife that was glowing.
The Saint of the Zhang family was still calm. His hands were hanging down and he gently shook his sleeves. "You're really stubborn."
After a long period of silence, Xu Fengnian did not launch a thunderous charge. Instead, he appeared in front of the Saint of the Zhang family in the blink of an eye. He leaped high, twisted his body, and slashed down diagonally.
His sleeves fluttered, and he looked like an immortal.
The Saint of the Zhang family raised his arm and stretched out a finger. He smiled and said, "Benevolent Le Shan."
Hsu Fengnian's blade that contained a lot of Gang Qi stopped moving. It didn't even touch the old monk's finger.
Between the two, there seemed to be hundreds of thousands of undulating mountains. They were separated by a thin line.
Hsu Fengnian, who was in the air, almost said at the same time, "Open the Mountain!"
His spirit was Li Chungang's "If the mountain doesn't come to me, I'll open the mountain with my sword". His move was Jian Jiuhuang's "Six Thousand Miles".
The tip of the blade continued to press down. It was not overwhelming, but it was slow and firm.
The Saint of the Zhang family, with one hand behind his back, didn't seem to want to touch the talisman knife with a dragon hidden in it. Seeing that the tip of the blade was only an inch away from his finger, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "Wise Le Shan!"
The hand behind his back quietly shook his wrist. In the middle of the mountain, there seemed to be a green dragon drinking water. A magnificent water column that was as thick as a well was quickly pulled up and went straight to the top of the mountain.
At the same time, the Saint of the Zhang family didn't give the young king a chance to withdraw his blade. He changed from holding the blade with one finger to holding it with two fingers. "I'd like to see if you're qualified to be the leader of the Beiliang cavalry!"
Hsu Fengnian, who was holding the blade in his left hand, looked calm. He raised his right hand and slapped down.
The wind and thunder of the palm shook.
The immortal touched the head and broke the longevity!
The Saint of the Zhang family, who was driving the long dragon in the pool to hit Hsu Fengnian's chest, had to slightly change its course to respond to the young king's palm.
Previously, the old monk used one palm to disperse the green snake in his sleeves.
Hsu Fengnian's palm was not inferior to the old monk. The Saint of the Zhang family's hand was the Saint of the Zhang family.. the Saint of the Zhang family.
. of the Saint of the Zhang family.............
The two of them changed their Qi at the same time. The water column stopped, and the Saint of the Zhang family slid back a few steps. Xu Fengnian held the talisman knife and landed on the ground.
It just so happened that the statue of Zhenwu had already approached the top of the mountain and was about to attack the old Confucian.
The Saint of the Zhang family didn't turn around. Instead, he looked directly at the young vassal king with purple gold between his eyebrows and laughed, "I'll teach you what it means to cultivate one's body and mind, and what it means to resonate with heaven and earth with the Great Spirit!"
. The old monk gently stomped his foot.
Ordinary martial artists, especially grandmasters of external martial arts, paid attention to penetrating the earth and killing snakes and rats. They meant that if they stomped on the ground, the snakes and rats hidden deep underground would be shocked to death on the spot.
But the Saint of the Zhang family did not have any momentum. Instead, it was like an old farmer casually stepping on his own crops.
When the Saint of the Zhang family was about to reach the top, a clay statue suddenly appeared behind the Saint of the Zhang family. It was dozens of feet tall. It sat upright and was level with the top of the Big Lotus Peak.
The clay statue holding a scroll was far more familiar to the world than the Xuanwu Great Emperor of the North who only enjoyed the incense in Beiliang.
It was everywhere in the ancestral hall of the Zhang family, the imperial palace of the capital, the Headmaster's Temple, the school, and the Academy.
The Saint of the Zhang family flipped his palm casually and laughed loudly. "The vicissitudes of life are like watching the palm lines!"
The clay statue behind him slapped the Saint of the Zhang family's statue with the scroll.
The scroll was shattered, and so was the Zhen Wu statue.
Hsu Fengnian softly shouted, "Rise!"
A huge statue with golden armor and hair stood up majestically from the mud and wood chips.
One was standing and the other was sitting.
One was the Taoist Demon-rinsing Primogenitor in the North, and the other was the Saint Ancestor who was worshipped by scholars like a god.
A battle between civil and military!
The Saint of the Zhang family laughed. "Is this the first-grade Celestial State proposed by Gao Shulu, the Law of Heaven and Earth? I didn't expect you to be able to support such a scene with your remaining destiny. It's a pity that you're a poor family! "
The old monk's smile deepened. "A scholar can't reason with a soldier? That doesn't make sense! "
The clay statue of the Saint raised an arm and pointed lightly.
The fingers of the Zhen Wu statue clenched into a fist and smashed down heavily!
The old monk said indifferently, "I also have some insights in my heart, and I want to share them with the world. Scholars study, and help the world when they're successful. They point out the country when they're in the imperial court, and they take care of themselves when they're poor. They don't forget their original intention when they pick up the brush and flip through the book. "
Wherever the clay statue of the Saint pointed, snow-white and thick Gang Qi as big as the pillars of the palace would constantly appear. The arms of the Zhen Wu statue were shot through, and pitch-black holes appeared everywhere.
When the two fists finally succeeded in hammering the head of the clay statue, they were already powerless.
The two arms of the Zhen Wu statue were broken and dissipated in the air.
The clay statue of the Saint only shook slightly, and it was far from hurting the foundation of its will.
Therefore, the purple-gold Qi between the young feudal lord's eyebrows gradually faded, and the Saint of the Zhang family's aura did not diminish. The clay statue of the Saint was also safe and sound.
But what happened next caught the old monk off guard.
The Zhen Wu statue that had lost its arms raised its head, stepped on the stone steps, leaned forward, and hammered the head of the Saint statue!
The entire Mount Wudang trembled.
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