The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 94 Zhiping is so stable
Wu Zhai walked out of the palace gate and saw from a distance that Li Zhichang was gathering with his disciples and grandsons from Changchun Ziqiu Chuji's sect in a large area in the southwest corner of Chongyang Palace.

Originally, among the nineteen disciples of Qiu Chuji, Yin Zhiping was the head, but there was no news of Wu Zhai, and the contest was imminent, so everyone had to recommend Li Zhichang, Qiu Chuji's second disciple, to preside over the contest.

The fourth generation of disciples might perform boxing, or use knives and guns, or use concealed weapons, or show their internal strength. The other seventeen brothers and sisters commented face to face, and finally Li Zhichang decided on A and B.

At this time Yang Guo didn't learn swordsmanship, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji knew that he had excellent aptitude and didn't want to spoil him, so they only taught him Jinyan Kung Fu.

Although this Golden Wild Goose Kung Fu is a light skill, it can complement the Quanzhen Internal Kung Fu when practiced, and it can actually improve your cultivation, which is extremely extraordinary.

Therefore, Yang Guo was in the team that showed his internal strength.

He was the latest to join the class, he was young, and he usually just practiced hard behind closed doors. He didn't even recognize anyone among the nearly [-] people, so he had to stand silently at the end of the line.

Bored, looking around.

Seeing Wu Zhai approaching from a distance, he shouted in surprise:
"Master!"

Wu Zhai waved to him, Yang Guo grinned, left his fellow disciples behind, didn't say hello to Li Zhichang, and ran over together.

Wu Zhai touched his head and praised:

"It can be seen that you have practiced the Golden Goose Kung Fu well. If you can't beat the enemy in the future, you can run away..."

Yang Guo made a face, Wu Zhai smiled and led him over.

The Taoists stood up one after another, bowed to Wu Zhai, and said:

"Brother, you are finally back!"

Wu Zhai returned the gift, Li Zhichang raised his hand and said:

"Since senior brother is back, you will be the one to preside over the competition, right?"

Wu Zhai laughed and said:

"Junior brother Li is fine as a host. I'm too lazy on weekdays, and I can't even call these nephews by name. How can I host?"

So he sat down beside Li Zhichang, and the competition continued.

But Yang Guo didn't return to the team, he just stood beside Wu Zhai, seeing many young Taoist priests or laymen who were similar in age to him were proficient in martial arts, each had their own specialties, he couldn't help feeling envious.

Wu Zhai whispered:

"Martial arts in the world are extremely diverse, but they all lead to the same goal. If your internal strength is great, even the very ordinary sword and palm technique can also have great power. If your internal strength tends to be transformed, you will not be stagnant in objects. Plants, trees, bamboos and stones can all be swords. You Did Uncle Guo bring a weapon?"

Yang Guo shook his head blankly, feeling that what the master said was mysterious but unimaginable.

Wu Zhai smiled slightly and said:

"You don't understand now, but you will understand in the future. I will teach you a technique later, which will make practicing internal skills twice the result with half the effort. When the competition comes next year, they will no longer be your opponents!"

Yang Guo was overjoyed and immediately scratched his head and scratched his head impatiently.

Wu Zhai didn't say any more, just quietly watched the people on the field like jugglers, and couldn't help but feel very sorry, this Quanzhen sect is really not as good as the next generation...

By noon, except for Yang Guo, all four generations of disciples had completed their teaching examinations.

Li Zhichang turned his head and said:

"Yang Guo, why don't you give me a punch?"

Yang Guo looked at Wu Zhai, saw him smiling and nodding, and walked onto the campus.

This test of internal strength is an earthen wall about ten feet thick. It is covered with fist marks, large and small, deep and shallow, which are the traces left by Quanzhen disciples for decades.

Yang Guo walked along the earth wall once, then silently used his internal energy, and followed the Jin Yan Kung technique to catch up a few steps, and punched straight into an empty space with sparse punch marks.

Seeing dust flying, most of his small fist was sunk into the earth wall!

Li Zhichang clapped his hands and praised:
"Senior brother has got a good seedling. This kid has only practiced for more than half a year, but he has achieved such an achievement. It's really extraordinary. I think this group should use Yang Guo as the armor!"

In fact, the disciples of the fourth generation who have deeper inner strength than Yang Guo's don't know how many, but they started early and learned swordsmanship and palm skills after they have achieved their skills, so they are not in this group.

In the same group as Yang Guo, there are some children who started late and have not learned other martial arts. Even so, they have practiced more than Yang Guo for more than half a year.

But no one can punch their fist into the wall, and the qualifications can be judged.

After the small contest was over, everyone led their disciples to the big school field in front of the Sanqing Hall. At this time, the other six disciples had already lined up and waited in line. Qiu Chuji had the most disciples, and Ebi had the longest time.

When the six Quanzhen masters came to the Sanqing Hall, Ma Yu raised his voice and said:

"Let the competition begin!"

Everyone retreated one after another to make way for the school field, where the fourth-generation disciples sat in a circle, and more than 100 third-generation disciples stood on the school field.

The so-called Wen Wu first, Wu Wu second, everyone can see clearly.

Therefore, there are no rules in this competition, and the disciples of the three generations are fighting against each other and challenge freely.

Among the first disciples of the third generation of Quanzhen Sect, Zhao Zhijing is the strongest in martial arts, but his actions are too aggressive, and he is not as popular as Yin Zhiping.

Therefore, although the martial arts of the two are close to each other, the six Quanzhen sons have preferred Yin Zhiping in recent years, and secretly regarded him as the next generation's successor, so for a while, no one came to challenge Wu Zhai, but left him alone.

Wu Zhai didn't care. He stood with his hands behind his back and just ate the melon.

Suddenly someone sneered and said:

"Junior brother Yin, do you look down on all senior brothers with your expression?"

Wu Zhai frowned. I was eating well. Where did the toad come from? When he turned around, he saw a long-bearded Taoist, none other than Zhao Zhijing.

So he laughed and said:
"All senior brothers are my Quanzhen great talents, how dare I underestimate you, I just look down on the elderly Senior Brother Zhao a little bit!"

Zhao Zhijing was furious and shouted:

"Stop talking nonsense, see the real chapter under your hand!"

Before Wu Zhai could reply, he drew out his long sword with a bang and stabbed out.

This stance of "Great River Going East" is an extremely fierce stance in Quanzhen's swordsmanship, the blade pierces through the air, making a chichi sound, and points directly at Wu Zhai's lower abdomen.

Wu Zhai smiled slightly, but did not draw his sword.

He just stepped aside, pointing his fingers towards Zhao Zhijing's chest, Zhao Zhijing didn't pay attention to him, and swung his long sword slightly, slashing his fingers back.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhai's move was a false finger, when he returned the sword, he suddenly turned his wrist, and his finger hit the acupoint on Zhao Zhijing's wrist.

Zhao Zhijing's wrist went numb and his sword fell to the ground.

Wu Zhai took a step back, shook his head and said with a smile:

"Brother Zhao, you lost!"

Zhao Zhijing said angrily:

"You're just lucky, come again!"

As he spoke, he stretched forward with his left palm, made a stance of three flowers gathered on his palm, followed by stretching his right foot forward, and then went to hook the long sword on the ground, intending to take back the long sword in this instant.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhai had expected the enemy's attack before him, but he didn't meet him face to face, he suddenly got low, passed under his palm, took a step at the same time, kicked Zhao Zhijing's left leg, and shouted:

"Lie down!"

Zhao Zhijing was caught off guard, lost his center of gravity, and immediately fell to the sky.

The six Quanzhen sons stood on a high place, but their attention was all on Wu Zhai. Seeing that he did not bully Zhao Zhijing with his strong internal strength, but instead restrained and evaded everywhere, they all nodded in approval.

Seeing that he was always the last to arrive first, and defeated both Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Zhijing in an instant, Ma Yu couldn't help but look sideways, and Ma Yu sighed spontaneously:

"Zhipingzhai has a kind heart, so steady!"

(End of this chapter)