Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 315 Ye Ziqiong vs Monk Huike
Xue Chang didn't answer, walked up to Zhou Qiao and sat cross-legged, said in a deep voice, "Help me help Senior Zhou to sit up."

Ye San and Luo Dachui immediately followed the instructions.

Xue Chang placed both palms on the back of Zhou Qiao's heart, mobilized the nine yin zhenqi, and slowly channeled it in.

At this time, the Jiuyin Zhenqi in Xue Chang's body was not as weak and embarrassing as it was when he was healing with Gu Shijing, it was much purer and stronger. Although the Zhenqi in Zhou Qiao's body was almost completely disordered, the Jiuyin Zhenqi was blocked like water It will circle around, seep out when blocked, and soon flow to Zhou Qiao's heart, where it expels the alien force and restores the heart...

Under the anxious and concerned eyes of Ye San and the others, Zhou Qiao's hemoptysis became less and less, until it finally stopped...

Ye San saw Zhou Qiao's breathing gradually became steady, and finally a big stone fell to the ground in his heart.

"Is there any pill for nourishing blood and Qi?" Xue Chang asked.

"Yes! Yes!" Ye San responded repeatedly.

"Give Senior Zhou two pills first."

Ye Ziqiong, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately handed the elixir to Ye San.

Zhou Qiao, who had already woken up, took advantage of Ye San's hand to feed the medicine, kissed Ye San's palm, and said, "Brother Ye... since I'm still alive...don't forget your promise!"

Ye San's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Take care of your injury first."

The two respected seniors showed their love in public, and all the iron-blooded Changhemen disciples were a little embarrassed, but they couldn't avoid it, otherwise they would be exposed to the public, so the astute Ye Ziqiong secretly instructed others to keep the circle The crowd got bigger and denser, and only Luo Dahammer walked out of the crowd silently.

"Is it Boy Xue?" Zhou Qiao said again, at this time she had already recognized Xue Chang's voice.

"It's me, Senior Zhou." Xue Chang said, "Please concentrate on adjusting your breath, and put all your internal energy back into your dantian."

Zhou Qiao didn't do it right away, but said: "If you hadn't saved my life... I would have scolded you when I saw you today... What's wrong with my sect master... But you have to go Marry that princess."

As soon as these words came out, both Xue Chang and Ye Ziqiong felt embarrassed.

"Xiao Zhou, what crazy words are you talking about? Hurry up and heal your wounds!" Ye San said in a deep voice.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qiao stared at him instead: "Am I not right?... You shouldn't have sworn to the sect master at the beginning... As a result, you see... you scared kid Xue away... now people get married It's almost over... How about this, kid Xue, you might as well marry both of them."

Although Ye Ziqiong is not an ordinary woman, Xiafei couldn't help but dimple after hearing this.

Xue Chang almost lost his breath and coughed repeatedly.

"Xiao Zhou, you're not finished yet!" Ye San's face was completely darkened, and he glared at Zhou Qiao angrily.

Zhou Qiao felt a little guilty, and hurriedly said: "It's over, I'll just say so much... You two think about it... By the way, don't block me... A group of friends came to see my martial arts competition... If you can't see I'm still alive... I'm afraid something will happen."

Zhou Qiao's premonition was correct, in fact something happened.In the auditorium opposite Zhou Qiao, some spectators shouted to jump into the arena, but they were stopped by soldiers of the imperial army, and the two sides pushed and shoved each other.

Zhou Qiao waved his arm to that side in time.

"Great, Miss Zhou is still alive, she's fine!" A sharp-eyed audience shouted, and then the audience cheered in unison before returning to their seats one after another.

Xue Chang was a little stunned by this situation, he didn't expect Zhou Qiao to gain a group of fans in just a few days.

But he didn't know that after Zhou Qiao recognized the middle-aged woman who shouted her name on the sidelines on the first day of the tournament as the little girl she knew back then, as long as it wasn't her turn to play, she would use lightness kung fu, She went to the auditorium to chat with her acquaintances, and then met a group of Luoyang audiences.

Because Zhou Qiao's life and death were uncertain before, the officer in charge of the martial arts patrol had not announced the result. Seeing that she seemed to be fine at this moment, he shouted loudly: "The third martial arts competition, Master Wu Chi of Shaolin Temple wins!"

Monk Wu Chi, who had been standing on the wooden platform in a daze, suddenly came to his senses when he heard this, and hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No! No! The poor monk lost, and the benefactor Zhou won!"

"Master Wu Chi, don't be modest, I can see clearly that you have won!" the officer of the patrol division said seriously.

"No, you didn't see it clearly. Benefactor Zhou let me go. In the end, she was merciful and didn't pierce my eyes with a knife, but I...but I repayed my kindness. When she was slow, I gave her a heavy blow." One punch... Amitabha, please forgive me, the poor monk should go to hell, he should go to hell..." Monk Wuchi, with a face of remorse, pestered the officials of the patrolling military division, chattering non-stop.

The officers of the Martial Inspection Division were helpless, and cast a helping eye to Zen Master Wunu in the audience.

Zen Master Wu Nu leaped to the side of Monk Wu Chi, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, are you sure you want to admit defeat?! Do you know that if you admit defeat, Shaolin will lose to Iron Blood Changhe Gate, and lose to the Great Zhou Wulin?" No. -!"

Zen Master Wu Nu's voice contained a heart-awakening mantra, and Monk Wu Chi fell silent, but then he said firmly again: "Senior brother, the truth cannot be faked, I lost this martial arts competition! After returning to Shaolin, I would like to face the wall ten thousand times." year, to atone for my sins!"

Zen Master Wu Nu stared at him, and finally sighed: "Just as you said, brother, this time our Shaolin--"

"Shaolin didn't lose this time!" A voice sounded, but it was Ye San who swept up the wooden platform: "Master Wu Chi, even if Zhou Qiao didn't stop, the short blade pierced your eyes, the hundred steps you accumulated The Divine Fist will also hit her body, and then both sides will be hurt, so I think it's a tie?"

"This..." Monk Wuzhi was still hesitating, and Ye San said again: "You just said that the truth cannot be false, if what I just said is the truth, you should speak according to the truth."

"Okay, it's a tie." Monk Wuzhi put his palms together toward Ye San: "Please also allow the poor monk to visit King Zhou Shi and repent to him."

"It's okay to visit, but there's no need to confess. It's normal for you to have some pain in a fair fight with her," Ye San said.

"Thank you, Lord Ye! But if this is not the case, the poor monk will feel uneasy!" Monk Wu Chi said seriously, turned around and walked off the wooden platform, and walked towards Zhou Qiao who was sitting on the ground healing his wounds.

"No madness." A voice came from the side.

Monk Wu Chi turned his head to look, but saw that it was Luo Dahammer from the Iron-Blooded Changhe Gate, he immediately stood up and called out respectfully: "Senior Brother Wu'an."

"As I said in the martial arts competition just now, there is no anger in the world, only Luo Dahammer." Luo Dahammer said indifferently, and then said comfortingly: "You did a good job just now, don't blame yourself too much!"

Monk Wu Chi didn't speak, he saluted Luo Sledgehammer and continued walking towards Zhou Qiao.

On the stage, Ye San said calmly: "Zen Master Wu Nu, now only two wins and one tie, Shaolin still has a chance."

Zen Master Wu Nu stared at him: "Old hero Ye just makes a move, and I, Shaolin, will follow."

After the officials of the Martial Arts Tournament loudly announced that "the fourth martial arts competition begins", Ye Ziqiong, who was paying attention to Zhou Qiao's recovery, stood up, straightened her clothes, and walked forward.

"Master, Master Xue is here, you have to be careful—" Zhou Qiao hadn't finished speaking when the Jiuyin Zhenqi that protected her heart suddenly burst out, causing her chest to hurt, and she pushed the back Words choked.

Xue Chang cast an encouraging look at Ye Ziqiong.

Ye Ziqiong nodded slightly, and walked lightly onto the stage amidst the cheers of the crowd.

In this martial arts conference, all the sects secretly implemented an unwritten rule: both sides in the martial arts contest should be arranged to be of the same age group as far as possible, so as to show the strength of their sect.

Ye Ziqiong is only twenty years old, so it is reasonable that the Ming Dynasty generation in Shaolin Temple corresponds to her, but through the previous martial arts competition, Shaolin Temple already knows that this young granddaughter of Ye Wenbo is very strong, maybe Mingzhen and Mingshi can match her Unfortunately, last year one was disabled and the other died, but now is the most critical contest, Zen Master Wunu didn't want to lose, so he sent Huike.

"Hui Ke is one of the youngest disciples of Shaolin Hui Zi's generation, but he is neither in the Arhat Hall nor in the Bodhidharma Academy, but a deacon in the Huogongfang. According to the records of the Shaolin Temple in the Wusi file, he is good at the stick technique, and he claims to be the number one stick technique in the Shaolin Temple.” The words of Bian Jinlin, the commander of the Jinghu Wusi Division, surprised the disciples of Iron Blood Changhemen: Shaolin Temple claims to be the best in the world in terms of fist and foot, but in fact, the stick technique is also the best. The best in the world, because as a Buddhist disciple, almost everyone in Shaolin Temple is good at stick skills. Under such circumstances, this monk Huicheng can still stand out, which shows that his stick skills are amazing.

"There is nothing to worry about." Shangguan Yi said confidently: "He is the best in stick skills, and my master Yemen's sword skills are unmatched in the sect. He will know how powerful he is in a short while."

Shangguan Yi's words were unanimously approved by the disciples of the Jagged Changhe Sect.

Monk Huike is in his early 30s, with a mature face and a strong figure. Perhaps he has been in the fire workshop all year round. His skin is copper-colored, and he holds a cooked copper stick the size of his wrist.

Ye Ziqiong's green silk wraps around her shoulders, and her white dress flutters, as if the person in the painting is reappearing, but she is full of heroism.The audience on the sidelines cheered like thunder, and most of them were sent by her, but she didn't realize it. She stared at the opponent in front of her with a pair of bright eyes. With a long steel sword, she nodded to Monk Huike and said, "Master, please give me a move!"

It's not that Ye Ziqiong doesn't know the etiquette of the world. Although she is much younger than Monk Huike, as the head of the Jagged Changhe Gate, she can't lower her status, which makes people look down on her.

Monk Huike obviously understood this, and saluted with a stick in a calm expression: "Master Yemen, the poor monk has offended you!" The trick - Zhongping stabs.

(End of this chapter)