Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 314 Zhou Qiao VS Wuzhi Monk
"Senior Brother Shangguan, Uncle Zhou is only eager to compete with Shaolin Temple for a while, so he didn't say anything about revenge!" Ye Ziqiong corrected with a slightly stern tone.

"The sect master is right, I remember wrongly." Shangguan Yi quickly changed his words.

This is just an act of deception, but Ye Ziqiong, as the master of a sect, needs to be cautious at all times, and cannot give others a handle.

Xue Chang took a deep look at Ye Ziqiong: The girl who was still childish when I first met her is now more and more like a master!

Xue Chang sighed in his heart, and turned his eyes to the wooden platform: "So this martial arts competition is very important for Shaolin Temple, if you lose again, Shaolin Temple will lose the title of 'No. [-] sect in the world' to you .”

"Just these few contests can't decide who is the number one sect in the world, but if we win this one, at least it means that I am not weak in Iron Blood Changhe Sect." Ye Ziqiong said seriously.

Xue Chang nodded approvingly: Ye Ziqiong is still clear-headed.

Then he asked again: "What is the background of this master Wuzhi on the stage?"

"I heard from Master Bian Jinlin that Master Wu Chi is of the same generation as Chan Master Wu Bei and Wu Nu, but he entered the monastery later and at a younger age. He has been studying martial arts at the Bodhidharma Academy and has never traveled in the rivers and lakes. "Shangguan Yi answered: "I think he lacks fighting experience."

"But... one force will drop ten times!" Xue Chang looked at the stage and said worriedly.

On the wooden stage, Master Wu Chi stood in the center, seldom attacking, most of the time he was defending, but his occasional straight punches could force Zhou Qiao, who was far away, to dodge.

Xue Chang was so far away, yet he could still feel the turbulence caused by the force of the fist breaking the wind. He couldn't help being surprised: "What kind of boxing technique is this?"

Ye Ziqiong and Shangguan Yi were equally unaware, but a voice came later to answer the question: "This is the Hundred Steps Divine Fist. I never thought that there are people in Shaolin Temple who know this kind of fist."

Xue Chang clasped his fists in salute, and said respectfully, "Senior Ye."

Ye San did not rely on his status like the previous two meetings, he also clasped his fists in return, and when he saw the other party coming in disguise, he specially lowered his voice and said, "Master Xue, congratulations."

Xue Chang didn't want to talk about his happy event here, so he hurriedly asked, "Senior Ye, why haven't I heard of the Hundred Steps Fist from Shaolin Temple?"

"This hundred-step magic fist was created by Shenxiu, the second abbot of Shaolin Temple. It is said that if you practice it to a great height, you can kill the enemy with only the strength of the fist from a hundred steps away. But this boxing method is simple and easy to be dodged, and it needs to be practiced. To do it well requires extremely deep internal strength, and it is difficult to learn, master, and hurt others, so few monks in Shaolin Temple have practiced it throughout the ages.

However, among the martial arts heroes who followed the master to the south when the northern barbarians invaded, there was one person who knew this boxing technique. Every time he encountered northern barbarian soldiers chasing him, he would always take the initiative to ask for a break. He killed and injured many northern barbarians with this boxing technique —”

"Third Grandfather, why haven't I heard you mention this person?" Ye Ziqiong asked in surprise.

"Master died in Jinghu Lake before he entered Sichuan—" Ye San sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "In those days, many martial arts people died to kill barbarians, many of whom I don't even have names. I remember, why tell you so much. Besides, your Master Luo has a good relationship with him. The two of them were dissatisfied with Shaolin Temple's cowardly way of ignoring the northern barbarians who burned, killed and looted in the Gyeonggi area and hid in the mountains. They left together angrily. , Your grandfather who followed later.

After this person died, your Uncle Luo was sad for a long time. He fell in love with drinking at that time... So I never mentioned this person's name to you before, just because I was afraid that you would accidentally say it because you were young. , let your Uncle Luo hear it and arouse his sadness..." When he said this, Ye San's eyes were always on Luo Dahammer who was not far away, who was concentrating on the stage.

"Third Grandpa, can you tell me that person's name now?" Ye Ziqiong asked.

"Of course, you are now the master of my Iron-Blooded River Sect, so you should know the names of these heroes who followed your grandfather and died in battle." Ye San said solemnly: "I have forgotten his legal name, I only remember him His lay name, his name is Zhang Xiaoqing."

"Zhang Xiaoqing?"

"It sounds like a girl's name, and she looks pretty, but who knew he was as fierce as a tiger when facing the northern barbarians..." Ye San sighed again, and then quickly drew his attention away from his memories Looking back, looking at the wooden platform, he said worriedly: "This Wu Chi has not only practiced the Hundred Steps Divine Fist, he has also practiced the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art to a high level, so even if he lacks experience in fighting the enemy, Xiao It is also difficult for Zhou to cause harm to him, if you continue to fight, it will only be Xiao Zhou who loses."

"Indeed." Xue Chang, who was also just promoted to protect the country, could of course see the mystery of this battle.

Don't look at Qi Ao flying up and down around Monk Wuzhi on the stage, the silver light transformed by the short blade in his hand always enveloped his opponents, and even because of his fast speed, it seemed that many figures were transformed in the eyes of the audience, which caused bursts of exclamation , but in fact, even if she used false tricks to deceive the opponent into a gap, the short blade that slashed at the opponent's body still had difficulty breaking through the body-protecting qi formed by the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art. There is also a lack of ultimate moves that can really break through.

Monk Wuchi knows his shortcoming of lack of response, so he is firmly in the center, close to the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art for self-defense, and far away with the Hundred Steps Divine Fist to attack, so as to achieve the purpose of continuously consuming the opponent.

"Is there any way to increase the odds of winning?" Ye Ziqiong asked hastily.

"The best way is to admit defeat early and start the next match." Ye San said calmly, he knew Zhou Qiao's strength very well, unless the opponent's internal energy was consumed faster than her, but since this Wuzhi monk can learn The hundred-step magical fist and the magic skill of indestructible body, the internal strength is definitely far superior to Zhou Qiao, so he doesn't take any chances.

As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed suddenly, and he said anxiously: "Xiao Zhou actually used this trick, it's too risky!"

Zhou Qiao, who had floated to the corner of the stage, suddenly spun, turned faster and faster, and moved quickly towards the monk Wuchi in the center, like a small tornado.

Monk Wu Chi not only didn't panic, but was delighted, because it might be difficult for the opponent to change direction under such a strong rotation, which would be more conducive to the hit of the Hundred Steps Fist. Booming on the opponent who was one foot away, it didn't blow the opponent away. Instead, it fell into the sea like a mud cow without making any sound.

It's just that Zhou Qiao's forward route has deviated a bit, but he quickly corrected it.

Monk Wuzhi immediately punched again, and the situation remained the same.

Monk Wuchi was a little panicked, he used all his internal energy and was waiting for another punch.

Zhou Qiao had already turned in front of him, and the strength of the spinning all the way was poured on the piercing short blade, stabbing at Monk Wuchi's panicked eyes.

However, just when he was about to touch it, Zhou Qiao's hand stopped.

In this short moment, Monk Wu Chi's hundred-step magic fist blasted out, hitting Zhou Qiao right on the body, and she flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Xiao Zhou!"

"Old beggar!" Two figures flew up from the stage and caught him in mid-air. After landing, people from Iron Blood Changhemen surrounded him.

Zhou Qiao looked at the worried Luo Dahammer with blank eyes, and said in a weak tone: "Big Luo...I just remembered Xiaoqing...I didn't have the heart to do it...I...is too kind..."

"I know..." Luo Dachui's eyes turned red rarely.

Zhou Qiao looked at Ye San, who also had the same worried expression, with a smile on his face: "Brother Ye... it's the first time you've hugged me like this... I knew... I... should suffer as much as I do now Several injuries..."

"Don't talk, hurry up and heal your injuries!" Ye San said anxiously, completely out of his usual calmness: "Shangguan Yi, quickly bring Xueshen Huichun Wan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and then couldn't stop vomiting blood, instantly dyed the clothes on his chest red with blood, but his face was as pale as snow.

Everyone in the Iron Blood Changhe Sect exclaimed, and Ye San anxiously placed his hand on Zhou Qiao's back, trying to transfer his inner strength to help him stabilize his heart.

Unexpectedly, it ushered in Zhou Qiao's more intense bleeding, which made Ye San also panic.

Looking at Ye San who was at a loss, Zhou Qiao looked calm instead: "Brother Ye... go and help me get the Praying Mantis Knife back... it was made for me by the master... don't throw it away... I'm going to accompany the master It's over...you have to take care of yourself from now on..."

"No, you'll be fine, trust me, you'll be fine!" Ye San hastily took the Xueshen Huichun Pill from Shangguan Yi's hand: "Quick, eat this first!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qi sputtered The blood that came out stained the pill in his hand.

"It's useless... Brother Ye... Do you know when I was the happiest in these years..." Zhou Qiao's voice became weaker and weaker, his eyelids seemed to be heavy and were about to close, but his face But there was a smile on the face: "...that was how many years ago...the time when the master asked you...to teach me how to practice martial arts..."

"As long as you take this elixir and work hard to heal your injuries, I will... teach you... teach you how to practice martial arts!" Ye San said in a deep voice with an anxious expression on his face.

"Really?!..." Zhou Qiao's eyes suddenly opened, and there was surprise in his voice, but then the blood spewed out and drowned the brilliance on her face again.

"Let me come, I can stabilize Senior Zhou's injury!" Xue Chang stood up and said loudly, regardless of hiding his figure.

"You?" Ye San hesitated for a while, but the confidence and firmness on Xue Chang's face made him nod and said, "Okay, I'm sorry!"

"Who is it?" Zhou Qiao turned her head to the direction where Xue Chang was speaking, at this time she was in a daze due to excessive blood loss, and she couldn't hear Xue Chang's voice.

(End of this chapter)