Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 301 Ye San VS Qingsong Zhenren
"Is it because Xiaomin won against the real Dugu?"

"At the palace banquet a few days ago, I made an agreement with you, do you remember?"

"remember."

"I really didn't expect you to complete the agreement so soon. I have a good word, and of course I have to fulfill the promise." Emperor Taixiang smiled, and said tempting words: "Tell me, what do you want? It can be practiced to a high level. Martial arts secrets? Or owning gold, silver and jewelry that can rival a country? Or becoming a general who commands thousands of troops?...As long as you say it, I can satisfy you."

"Your Majesty, Xiaomin only asks to marry Princess Wei Guochang!" Xue Chang responded immediately with a firm expression.

"Princess Wei..." Emperor Taixiang frowned.

Luo Lanmeng, who was originally overjoyed by Xue Chang's words, became nervous again at this moment.

Emperor Taixiang looked back at her, and then smiled again: "I agree to marry the imperial sister to you. July 21st is an auspicious day for the auspicious day, so let's hold the big wedding on that day. By then, the martial arts conference will be over. It happens to be held at the same time as the knighting ceremony, what do you think?"

So fast? ! … Xue Chang panicked inexplicably, and subconsciously looked at Luo Lanmeng next to him.

At this moment, although Luo Lanmeng was full of shyness, she still secretly looked at Xue Chang, and there was a lot of affection in those extremely clear eyes.

"... Xiaomin obeys the emperor's arrangement!" Xue Chang said in a deep voice.

"Okay, okay, we will be a family from now on!" Emperor Taixiang said happily.

When Xue Chang turned to leave, he heard the congratulations and joking voices of the other two women behind him, Ye Ziqiong quietly appeared in his mind, and his footsteps became a little heavy...

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The contest is still going on, there are winners and there are losers, so joy and depression keep reappearing in this square.

After noon, all the martial arts people present had played once.After eating lunch and resting for more than half an hour, when the gate guard announced that the competition would continue, the spirits of all the martial arts people were lifted, because the four people who had already obtained the right to challenge the warriors of the country were walking towards the Changmu platform, " After Xiaoyao faction Xue Chang, who will become the new country protector" undoubtedly became the most concerned issue of everyone.

The lottery ended soon, and the Longwei official announced loudly: "Realist Qingsong vs. Iron-Blooded Changhemen Ye San, Su Mufan vs. Huiwu of Shaolin Temple, Zen Master Wubei vs. Si Jinyu of Excalibur Villa, real person Yang Tongping vs. Emei School Jingxin Master, four matches The contest begins!"

Since Dugu Changhui had already competed once, she was not included in the lottery draw this time, but the result of the lottery still surprised the martial arts people in the rest area. The point of the surprise was that Ye San actually got the real Qingsong. civil war in the region.

However, the Wulin people from Jinghu obviously had a very different complex mood from the previous Bashu Wulin people. Most of them expected Ye Shan to win.

Most of the martial arts people in other regions who knew the inside story of Jinghu martial arts also hoped that he would win out of sympathy for the various factions in Jinghu, or out of admiration for Ye San, the old hero of the Jagged River.

Therefore, the competition has not yet started, and the sidelines are almost one-sided to cheer for Ye San, which makes Qingsong Daoist suffocate, and after walking on the wooden platform, he said to Ye San with a proud expression: "Senior Ye, originally the emperor authorized you You don't need to participate in the martial arts conference to become a national defender, but you refused the emperor's kindness and wanted to compete in person in order to show off your iron-blooded Changhemen's strength. Pindao respects you as a hero, but it's a pity that time is not forgiving, and I'm afraid of you The fame of a lifetime will be in vain today!"

Ye San's expression was indifferent, and he didn't refute, but raised his hand and said, "You are a junior, so go ahead and recruit."

Immediately, Master Qingsong became enraged. Without saying a word, he drew out his sword and was about to make a move. Suddenly, he heard the voice of Zen Master Wunu from the square: "Xue Changxue is the master, poor monk Wunu, and I want to compete with you. We just Use fists and feet without using internal force, I wonder if it is possible?"

Xue Chang was sitting in the rest area, just about to watch the upcoming martial arts competition, when he suddenly heard Zen Master Wunu's shout, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then felt moved: Watching other people's martial arts competition, how can you enjoy fighting against yourself, let alone the opponent is still known as "" Zen Master Wunu, who is the first in boxing and kicking, how many martial arts people want to have such an opportunity to exchange ideas and exchange ideas, but they can't get it.

He immediately shouted: "I will stick to my wish, but I dare not ask you."

Emperor Taixiang was a little surprised when he heard the two shouting on the tower: "Zen Master Wunu didn't have a martial arts competition, so it seems that he can't sit still. This Xue Chang is also a martial arts fanatic. You have to compete with Zen Master Wunu again, can your body hold it up?"

"That's why Zen Master Wubei chose not to use internal strength, but just to learn fists and kicks. He must have seen the exquisite martial arts of Master Xue and was touched in his heart, so he took the initiative to send out the invitation. The main purpose is to prove martial arts and improve the realm. It's also good to be the head of the sect, they won't fight with all their strength." Cao Zhong comforted him with a calm expression.

Luo Lanmeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Emperor Taixiang also nodded and said: "So that's the case, let me know and arrange a wooden platform for the two of them."

After a while, Xue Chang and Zen Master Wu Nu stood on the wooden platform.

"Zen Master Wu Nu." Xue Chang saluted respectfully and said, "I visited Shaolin some time ago, but it's a pity that Zen Master is not in the temple. Fortunately, I can still fight with Zen Master today. This junior will have no regrets."

"Master Xue, you will also be a national protector now, so you don't have to be so polite." Chan Master Wu Nu said very directly: "The poor monk has already heard about your going to Shaolin, and learned that you defeated Huitong. At that time, the poor monk I'm still surprised. After seeing your performance in the field these days, his defeat is a matter of course. To be honest, your father's martial arts qualifications are average, and it took a lot of effort for the poor monk to learn the Bodhidharma sword technique. So at the beginning of last year, when Huiming returned to Songshan from Bashu, when he talked about your outstanding aptitude and that you are a rare talent in martial arts, the poor monk still didn't think so.

However, the poor monk was very wrong. Not only did your Arhat boxing capture the essence, but it was also able to simplify the complicated and use it freely. However, the other boxing method you used also had the shadow of Shaolin boxing, but it came out of its own accord and appeared repeatedly. The novelty really makes the poor monk admire.As the saying goes, blue comes from blue and is better than blue, so today the poor monk is not standing here as an elder or a senior, but as an equal to compete with Master Xue, hoping to give you some advice. "

The words of Zen Master Wu Nu made Xue Chang feel respect for this majestic monk, and he said immediately: "I understand, Zen Master Wu Nu, please!"

"Master Xue, please!"

The two of them lowered their heads and folded their chests at the same time, clasped their palms together, and unexpectedly performed the Luohan fist at the same time.

On another wooden platform, Master Qingsong and Ye San were fighting fiercely.

The hot-tempered real Qingsong used the Big Dipper Sword as soon as he came up. This is one of the unique swordsmanship of the Wudang School, which is exactly the opposite of another set of unique swordsmanship, Taiji Swordsmanship.

Taiji swordsmanship pays attention to using slowness to control fastness, and the sword strokes are continuous, so as to respond to all changes with the same.But the Big Dipper Sword is known as the seven-star foot, the sword out of the gods, it pays attention to the gods before the sword, and the sword is guided by Qi, so it is unpredictable and unstoppable.

I saw Master Qingsong walking across the edge of the wooden platform, stabbing out a sword from time to time, this sword was radiant and rustling, it seemed to have sword energy, the sword did not reach the ground, but sawdust flew.

Ye Sanyi was not afraid, no matter what angle the opponent stabbed at with a sword, he would not dodge or dodge it, and only greeted it with both palms.I saw that the palms of his hands were as bright red as blood, and the palms came out like the wind, without any tricks, they went straight, using the palms to harden the opponent's sharp sword, unexpectedly he was able to avoid losing the wind.

But the more the battle went on, Ye San's aura became stronger. His face was red, his white beard fluttered, and the aura surrounded his body, causing his sleeves to swell.

"Old Cao, is this the iron-blooded alchemy that the Duke Protector used to rule the world and frighten the Beiman?!" Emperor Taixiang asked excitedly, pointing to the city.

"Exactly!" Cao Zhong looked at Ye San, who was displaying his majesty on the wooden platform, with a slightly excited expression: "The Iron Blood Alchemy Palm created by the masters of a hundred schools of thought, together with the mighty righteousness, can be used when encountering an enemy." Come out, you can't dodge, you can only fight recklessly, the fighting spirit will become more and more powerful, the power will become stronger as you fight, the more enemies there are, the more tyrannical it will be, until all opponents are defeated. Only those with great perseverance and courage cannot cultivate the martial arts created by him. He taught many people, but in the end only Fan Yanghou managed it."

Emperor Taixiang was fascinated when he heard it, and he couldn't help sighing: "Excellent! Seeing the power of Marquis Fan Yang today, I can truly feel the spirit of Lord Protector back then!"

He sighed for a moment, then asked again: "So Fan Yanghou has already won?"

Cao Zhong said cautiously: "If Fan Yanghou was more than ten years younger, the veteran would dare to make such an assertion. But now that he is old and his vitality has weakened, I don't know if he can persevere to the end, and the real Qingsong still has untapped skills. .”

"Oh?" Emperor Taixiang cast his eyes on the field again.

All the seven-star sword energy wielded by Master Qingsong was blocked by Ye San and he couldn't advance an inch, but Ye San's originally thin figure was like a god descending from the earth at this moment, shocking his mind invisibly.At this moment, Master Qingsong has realized that he has been fooled by Ye San. He was irritated by the opponent's words and rashly chose to attack, but he hit the opponent's arms. Obviously, being tough is Ye San's strong point. If he uses Taiji swordsmanship Dealing with it and slowly killing the opponent's energy will undoubtedly have a greater chance of winning.

But as soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Master Qingsong threw it to the back of his mind, not to mention that Tai Chi swordsmanship was rarely used by him because it was incompatible with him, and who was Qingsong, how could he be overwhelmed by this little setback? scare!
If you want to fight recklessly, then I will fight recklessly for you, to see who can persevere till the end! ...Thinking of this, Master Qingsong let out a loud roar, cheered up his spirits, closed his left hand with his right hand, and held the hilt of the sword at the same time, with a sudden split, he pulled out another dagger from the long sword.

(End of this chapter)