Starting from evil spirits to challenge comprehensive martial arts

Chapter 178 The Great Victory Pass Hero Club Five

Xiao Wu said angrily: "This man is so arrogant, does he really regard the heroes of the world as nothing?"

"Shut up, what do you know!"

Guo Fu gave him a disgusted look and said,

"This man is obviously very masculine. If you have such strength, you can go up and challenge the heroes of the world."

Big and small Wu: ...

Huang Rong was a little surprised, and then looked a little anxious, and said, "Brother Jing, this kid really dares! Is he so confident that he can win against that little bald guy in Shaolin Temple?"

Guo Jing said: "If he retreats just because his cultivation base is slightly inferior, he will not be able to climb to the peak of martial arts. If he can't defeat all opponents, how can he convince everyone? So, you do the default set , is not going to work."

Huang Rong said coquettishly, "Understood, Marshal Guo. The little girl will never do this again."

Although she said so, a trace of grievance involuntarily rose in her heart.

She did this not for Guo Jing's career.

The monks in Shaolin Temple seem to be kind-hearted, but they hide a lot of dirty things behind their backs.

Let such a sect be the leader of the righteous way, to be honest, she is not at ease.

Guo Jing saw his wife's delicate, dazzling, and charming appearance, and immediately recalled the days when they were young and went hand in hand.

It seems that the weird side of the past has not been shown for a long time because of himself.

For her own ambitions, the wife really sacrificed a lot.

Guo Jing's heart moved, he held Huang Rong's Rou Yi lightly, and said, "It's been so hard for you these years."

With his temperament, such words are often only hidden in his heart, but he will silently express the love in his heart with actions.

Suddenly, hearing Guo Jing's words, even though they were plain and without any embellishments, Huang Rong felt a rush of heat in her heart, as if all the grievances she had carried in the past had disappeared into nothingness.

All the efforts are worth it.

She smiled to hide the surging heart, but her eyes were slightly moist.

Even if that kid loses to that young monk, she still has to find a way to prevent Shaolin Temple from being the leader of the alliance.

In front of the martial arts hall in the manor, Han Ling stood on the stage with his hands behind his back.

His reputation has already spread throughout the rivers and lakes.

But there are always people in this world who take chances and think that what Han Ling did is all good things are exaggerating.

After all, Han Ling seemed to be just a very ordinary young man, and the Ten Realm was so far away from them that they forgot the other name of the Ten Realm, also known as Back to Basics.

Han Ling couldn't help laughing at the people around who were eager to move, but refused to be the first on stage.

"No one dares to come up?"

Han Ling laughed loudly,

"Since you doubt my martial arts, why don't you come up and try it yourself?"

While he was speaking, he looked towards the side of Shaolin Temple, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

The group of heroes immediately talked a lot, didn't they question each other?

Why did people dare not do anything after taking the stage to accept the challenge?

Seeing this situation, Wei Xiaobao laughed loudly: "If you don't dare to fight, you're here to fight for some vice leader, go home and rest."

"Brother Abbot, let me meet that kid for a while and see his martial arts."

Seeing the jubilation around, Xuan Cheng couldn't help saying.

Xuan Ci pondered for a moment, then said: "Since that's the case, junior brother be careful."

"Amitabha, Master Han's martial arts is very strong, and the old monk is very happy to see that he is hunting, so I let the old monk throw bricks to attract jade, come and see your master's brilliant moves for a while."

Xuan Cheng walked onto the stage slowly, his face was flat and emotionless, but his eyes were burning with flames eager to try.

"Han benefactor, there is an arrogance!"

Xuan Cheng opened his mouth with the roar of a Buddhist lion, the sound was not loud, but in the noisy scene, it was poured into everyone's ears at once.

His power was controlled so finely that the others could only hear his voice clearly, but did not suffer any harm.

But the whole manor trembled under his lion's roar, showing his terrifying strength.

Someone among the heroes praised: "It is said that Master Xuancheng has practiced thirteen unique Shaolin skills, and has been publicly recommended as the No. 200 Shaolin Temple for more than 1 years. Looking at it now, it is indeed a well-deserved reputation."

Shui Che saw that Monk Xuan Cheng was as powerful as an angry King Kong, so he couldn't help asking Shui Dai: "Daddy, this monk is so powerful, can Hero Han handle it?"

"Father doesn't know either, these two are peerless masters. No matter who wins, it's not surprising. But after all, Daxia Han is young, so he may not be able to match the sophistication of Master Xuan Cheng."

Since Shuidai started learning martial arts, he had never come to see such a level of master duel, so he couldn't help but get excited.

After Xuan Cheng used the lion's roar, he immediately stepped forward and punched Han Ling with the Great Vajra Fist.

There were ripples in the air, as if this space was distorted by Xuan Cheng's punch.

The sky above the entire Martial Arts Hall was blocked by a layer of golden true energy, and countless Buddha images appeared, chanting Buddhist words lingering around, as if it was a life-threatening Sanskrit sound.

Affected by the solemn and solemn Buddha statue, the heroes suddenly felt a sense of insignificance and wanted to kneel down.

The Shaolin monks were all overjoyed to see Xuan Cheng's great display of supernatural power, and the use of the Vajra Fist to a level that they had never imagined.

Xuanci kept nodding his head: "Junior brother's body is astonishing, it is really a blessing for this temple."

Huang Rong said in shock: "What a great monk, this Shaolin Temple is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

She was faintly worried that Han Ling would not be able to fight against him.

But obviously her worries were unnecessary.

Han Lingyun looked at Xuan Cheng calmly. Before the terrifying sound wave of the lion's roar approached him, he was protected by the real essence, and he was instantly strangled to pieces.

The terrifying Great Vajra Fist pressed over from the front, but Han Ling was also surrounded by strong forces encroaching on his space, squeezing from all directions, as if to crush Han Ling into a meatloaf.

Facing such terrifying power, Han Ling just smiled slightly, and a lavender halo spread from his body.

The disturbing voice disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the dazzling golden light covering the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.

With a light wave of Han Ling's fist, the surrounding visions caused by Xuan Cheng were completely dispelled.

Xuan Cheng's heart surged, and the punch full of his own will was broken in this way, which really made him feel incredible.

But Han Ling didn't give him time to express his emotions. The old monk Xuan Cheng didn't hesitate at all when he started his move just now.

The two fists wrapped in the huge true essence collided violently, Xuan Cheng let out a scream and flew upside down.

With just one punch, Xuan Cheng's entire right arm was broken by Han Ling.

The whole audience fell into dead silence, just now Xuan Cheng looked like a god, which made people silently feel reverence.

As if no one in this world could stop him.

But Han Ling knocked him down with just a light punch.

This is clearly unacceptable.

"Extreme Intent Fist!"

Wang Yuyan said proudly that as the assistant who created this set of boxing techniques, she recognized the martial arts performed by Han Ling at a glance.

This terrifying power even surprised her.

Ultimate Fist?
It was the first time Hu Fei, Yang Guo and others heard the name of this martial art.

"This is a set of boxing techniques created by the master by intercepting the masters of Baijia. Even I didn't expect it to be so powerful!"

Wang Yuyan explained.

Everyone was envious for a while, Yang Guo couldn't help but said: "One day, I will create my own martial arts."

Of course, Han Ling didn't hear what he said, otherwise he would have told him, disciple, Desolate Ecstasy Palm is no longer with you.

The Shaolin monks rushed to check Xuan Cheng's injuries, Xuan Nan said angrily, "Boy! How can you be so vicious and hit such a heavy hand!"

Hearing that Han Ling rolled his eyes, Xuan Cheng's aura just now was like swallowing mountains and rivers with anger. In other people's words, he would either be killed or disabled with one blow. Could this be the compassionate heart of Buddhism?
However, double standards have always been the usual means of this group of people.

Han Ling smiled slightly, and said, "I'm sorry, master, I'm not good at learning, so I'll confiscate it for a while and stop."

The implication is that Xuan Cheng is not even as good as a person who has not yet mastered the arts.

Many people present heard Han Ling's meaning and couldn't help sniggering.

But there are some people who are simple-minded and don't understand what it means.

Xu Zhu stood up and said: "Since you are not good at learning art, go down there."

This is okay for other people, but it happens to be a Shaolin monk.

The heroes were even more delighted, even people like Guo Jing couldn't help but smile.

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Is this a talent carefully cultivated by Shaolin Temple? Why do you slap your own face when you speak?"

Wei Xiaobao's stomach hurt from laughing, and he said loudly: "Little monk, since your master uncle can't even beat someone who hasn't learned the art, isn't he even worse than the untrained!"

His provocation made people laugh even more.

Only then did Xu Zhu understand what everyone was laughing at, he didn't expect that he accidentally offended his master and uncle, he couldn't help feeling ashamed and anxious, he said in a panic: "I'm sorry, Master Xuancheng, this disciple didn't mean it."

Xuan Cheng knew Xu Zhu's heart, endured the severe pain, and said: "It's okay, Xu Zhu, Master Uncle knows you have good intentions."

"Uncle Master, don't worry. This disciple will avenge you immediately!"

Xuzhu said angrily.

Xuanci sighed, said: "Xu Zhu, be careful."

"Don't worry, Uncle Master. The disciple understands."

Xu Zhuling emptied himself, stepped onto the martial stage, pointed at Han Ling and said,

"You villain, you dare to hurt my master uncle. I will teach you a lesson today, little monk!"

Han Ling smiled, although this Xu Zhu is dull, but his temperament is more fierce than in the original book.

But it's better this way, lest at the critical moment, this guy can't show his true strength because of his soft hands.

In this way, I won't be able to win by force, and I won't have fun playing.

Han Ling smiled and said, "Little monk, use whatever skills you have."

Seeing that the competition was finally about to start, Huang Rong couldn't help asking, "Brother Jing, who do you think will win between the two?"

"The little monk is naturally better in terms of cultivation, but if we really want to fight, I'm more optimistic about Han Daxia."

Seeing that Huang Rong was puzzled, Guo Jing explained,
"Although the little monk's martial arts are high, there must be masters in the temple to give him moves, but in the end it is his own people who dismantle the moves. When he makes a move, it is inevitable that he will be a little restrained and unable to show his true level. But Han Daxia is stepping on the corpses of masters from all walks of life. , all the way here. Actual combat experience and reaction to the enemy should be more advantageous!"

Hearing what he said, Huang Rong immediately felt relieved, and said, "Then let me see what Marshal Guo looks like?"

(End of this chapter)