The Heavens Are Unlimited: Starting from One's Martial Arts

Chapter 239
Every major crime is too numerous to write down, which is heinous.

"Choose the leader of the martial arts alliance and destroy the demon sect!"

A Jianghu person raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, many casual cultivators on the rivers and lakes responded with a roar of voices.

"Choose the leader of the martial arts alliance and destroy the demon sect!"

"Choose the leader of the martial arts alliance and destroy the demon sect!"

Jiang Baihe pressed his hands again, motioning them to be quiet, and said with a smile: "Before the martial arts conference officially starts, Jiang will first introduce the martial arts masters sitting in the top four chairs."

"Being able to sit on these four grand master chairs not only represents the strongest and most prestigious four decent sects in the rivers and lakes, but they are also masters of a generation with high martial arts skills and great prestige."

Jiang Baihe paused for a moment, then continued: "The person sitting on the left is the eldest disciple of Master Zhang Zhenren of the Wudang School... Daoist Taiwei!"

"Taoist Master Taiwei's strength is unquestionable. When he was young, he often went down the mountain to kill monsters and eliminate harm for the people."

"Jiang heard that not long ago, Daoist Taiwei practiced in seclusion and broke through to the peak of the third rank. I don't know if he made the leap and became the second rank in the world."

Daoist Taiwei stood up, flicked Taiwei's whisk lightly, put it on his elbow, and replied calmly: "The poor do not disgrace the mission, fortunately the second rank in the world."

There was an uproar in the crowd, whispering and discussing.

"Taoist Priest Taiwei has broken through to the second level!"

"The second rank in the world, the existence I have been looking up to for the rest of my life."

"The Wudang Sect is indeed the number one sect in Zhongzhou."

“Isn’t the number one sect in Zhongzhou the Shaolin Temple?”

"Shaolin Temple is gone, Wudang Sect is in full swing now!"

Jiang Baihe went on to introduce: "Senior Hong, the leader of the beggar gang sitting on the right, probably doesn't need to be said by Jiang, everyone knows it."

"If Jiang remembers correctly, Mr. Hong is already at the second-level realm. In terms of age and seniority, he is one of the few masters in the world who can rival Zhang Zhenren."

Old Hong with white hair and childlike face and kind face sat on the grand teacher's chair and nodded his head.

"Then there is the famous sword villa. A sword god was born 200 years ago, breaking the void and shaking the rivers and lakes."

"Later, Famous Sword Villa also produced talents in large numbers, and the strong were like clouds."

"Well, it seems that the representative of Mingjian Villa hasn't come yet, so the grand teacher's chair is empty."

Under the arena, Yi Shuihan from Mingjian Villa raised his voice and replied: "Second Uncle is delayed by something on the way, I'll be there later."

Jiang Baihe's eyes brightened, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that Senior Yi is coming. He is also a second-rank peerless master in the world, and his cultivation has already surpassed the owner of the famous sword villa."

"Finally, no need for Jiang to say much, everyone knows that it is Shaolin Temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years and is known as the number one sect in the world!"

Jiang Baihe looked at the top chair in Shaolin Temple, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, there is a young monk that Jiang doesn't know sitting on the grand master's chair in Shaolin Temple."

"On the contrary, it's seniority, age, and the suffering monk who is similar to old senior Hong and Master Zhang, standing aside."

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering turned his blind eyes, folded his hands together, bowed and said, "Benefactor Jiang, he is the holy monk of our temple!"

Lu Ming stood up, raised his palm with one hand, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, poor monk Miaochen."

"Holy Monk!?"

"Hahaha, Jiang has just arrived, and I don't know when a holy monk will be born in Shaolin Temple. How offensive."

Jiang Baihe smiled and returned the gift.

"Okay, the introduction of the masters is over, let's officially start today's martial arts conference."

Jiang Baihe looked around and said loudly: "I don't know which hero is going to defend this ring first!"

Seeing that there was no sound from the arena, Jiang Baihe was about to say that he would come to defend, but a burly man jumped onto the ring.

"I come!"

The shirtless man with his back and waist shouted in a broken voice: "The hall in the lower black tiger hall advocates the three tigers and the fourth-rank realm, and wants to challenge the holy monks of Shaolin Temple!!"

His eyes glowed fiercely, like a wolf and a tiger, extremely arrogant, and pointed at Lu Ming:

"Do you dare to come up and fight with this hall master!"

For a moment, there was an uproar outside the stadium.

The challenge of the master of the Black Tiger Hall was like a blockbuster, which was thrown into the crowd and set off a huge wave.

What people in the rivers and lakes like most is undoubtedly to join in the fun.

This kind of fourth-rank masters challenged the monks of Shaolin Temple, they really loved it.

In particular, this holy monk shows mountains but not waters, like a cloud of fog, which makes people want to unveil his mystery even more.

Masters of all sects undoubtedly want to know the strength of the young and handsome holy monk who can make the divine monk who crosses the catastrophe so revered and respected.

Zhang Sanhu raised a middle finger and said provocatively: "Holy Monk, do you dare to accept the challenge from the Hall Master!"

Lu Ming sat on the grand teacher's chair in an even and stable manner, slightly closed his Buddha eyes, without even looking at him, and responded indifferently: "It's up to you, are you worthy?"

"What are you, dare to challenge the holy monk, this girl is here to accept your challenge!"

With a coquettish shout, the beautiful girl wearing a flowery skirt, with her true energy, lifted her delicate body and jumped onto the ring.

The beautiful girl pulled the scorpion tail whip in her hands with both hands, raised her chin, and said proudly: "My girl, Lan Yingying, the protector of the Five Poisons Sect, come to experience your skills!"

Zhang Sanhu glanced at Lan Yingying contemptuously, and shouted at Lu Ming, "Hey, monk, do you only hide behind women?"

Lan Yingying scolded coquettishly: "Zhang Sanhu, don't be too arrogant, you may not be my opponent yet."

Zhang Sanhu put his hands on his hips and laughed disdainfully.

Lu Ming frowned slightly, a hint of anger rising in his heart, and prepared to stand up.

The divine monk who crossed the catastrophe said in a low voice: "Holy monk, don't get angry. If you go up now, you have to guard the ring all the time. The gain outweighs the loss."

Lu Ming said indifferently: "So what if you keep guarding the ring? In the whole world, who but me!"

After saying that, Lu Mingteng stood up.

Jiang Baihe coughed dryly, and said to Lu Ming: "Holy Monk, the rules of the martial arts competition are first come, first served."

"Since this Protector Lan Yingying is the first to enter the ring, she will challenge Hall Master Zhang Sanhu."

"Regardless of winning or losing, you can only challenge the next game, holy monk."

Lu Mingfo's eyes were slightly cold, he glanced at Zhang Sanhu, and then slowly sat back in the teacher's chair, without speaking again.

Jiang Baihe said to Zhang Sanyu and Lan Yingying: "In this case, let the two fight."

"Jiang reminds me that the sword has no eyes, and life and death are impermanent, but if you can show mercy, try to be as merciful as possible. After all, we are all people of the same path."

After Jiang Baihe finished explaining, he immediately jumped off the ring and completely handed over the venue to the two on the ring.

Zhang Sanhu grinned grimly, and said eagerly: "Little girl, don't worry, I will love you very much."

He pinched the knuckles of his thick palm until they crackled, like fried soybeans.

Lan Yingying loosened the rolled up scorpion tail whip and scolded coldly: "You useless thing, you will never be as good as the holy monk!"

"What? A mere fifth rank, dare to provoke this uncle, it's just courting death!"

"I have changed my mind. I will destroy you first, and then I will humiliate you in front of the coward monk!"

Zhang Sanhu's eyes were fierce, he put on the stainless steel gloves on his hands, and then touched the middle with his two huge fists.

"The Mang Niu Black Tiger Kung Fu, the greatest kung fu!"

Zhang Sanhu let out a low growl, and purple-black true energy came out through his body, forming a blazing flame around his body.

The violent and powerful internal force surged crazily in Zhang Sanhu's body, buffing his flesh and blood, making his muscles swell up "bang bang", his muscles and muscles were ferocious, like a demonized violent ape.

Obviously, this is a technique that focuses on cultivating the physical body!

The blessing effect is very powerful.

Zhang Sanhu, whose physical body expanded by half and reached nearly three meters tall, kicked off the ring with the soles of his feet.

With a "bang", the whole arena trembled, and Zhang Sanhu shot out, like a ferocious and terrifying hungry tiger, pounced on Lan Yingying.

"Well done, I'm afraid you won't make it!"

Lan Yingying shook her arm, and the tail whip of the scorpion-tailed whip exploded the air with a "pop".

She raised her slender lotus root arms, and threw out the scorpion tail whip, and the five poisons in her body were all poured into the scorpion tail whip.

"Brush brush"

Lan Yingying swung the scorpion-tailed whip and displayed a delicate whip technique, intertwining complex and sharp whip shadows in mid-air.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sanhu didn't have any skills at all, he didn't dodge or dodge, and plunged headlong into the criss-crossing whip shadows.

"Crackling!"

Lan Yingying swung her arm, whips whipped heavily on Zhang Sanhu's body, making the continuous sound of firecrackers exploding.

Zhang Sanhu crossed his arms to protect his head, like a rhino charging.

"It's useless! It's useless! I have refined my iron cloth shirt to the point of perfection. I am invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire."

"Even if there are barbs on your scorpion tail whip, it won't be able to pierce my uncle's iron shirt!"

What Zhang Sanhu said was true.

Lan Yingying found that she could easily whip the scorpion tail whip that broke the stone and hit Zhang Sanhu without any scratches.

She stepped back quickly, and dodged nimbly, avoiding Zhang Sanhu's pounce.

"Hungry tiger rushes for food! Black tiger digs out its heart! Tiger goes down the mountain!"

Zhang Sanhu pressed on every step, bullying him, one move after another, fierce and fierce.

Lan Yingying's whip technique is ingenious, but it's useless if it can't break Zhang Sanhu's iron shirt.

What's more, Zhang Sanhu has the blessing of Mang Niu Black Tiger Kung Fu, and his brute strength has already broken through [-] catties, reaching an even more terrifying level.

Lan Yingying couldn't break through Zhang Sanhu's defense.

And Zhang Sanhu can defeat Lan Yingying with one blow.

This is the absolute gap between the fourth rank and the fifth rank!
"What's the matter, little girl! You have a sharp mouth, why are you hiding around?"

Zhang Sanhu spared no effort to taunt.

Lan Yingying was so angry that she clenched her silver teeth, but she was powerless.

If the poison powder is loose, when the wind blows, it will spread all over the place, and it will be everywhere.

What's more, the high-level powerhouses have more or less mastered the tortoise breathing technique, and it is difficult for poisonous powder to be effective in a short time.

The Five Poison Divine Palm was too vicious, and the cultivation was extremely demanding and difficult, so Lan Yingying failed to perfect it.

This caused Lan Yingying to feel completely helpless against Zhang Sanhu.

At this time, Lu Ming's lips moved slightly, and the sound transmission was secret, and he said to Lan Yingying, "The door of his iron shirt is under the armpit."

Lan Yingying's eyes lit up, she clenched the scorpion tail whip tightly in her hand, and her sleeves suddenly shook.

"hiss"

A slender blue shadow shot out and bit Zhang Sanhu.

Zhang Sanhu scooped up the green shadow with his big hand, and it turned out to be a green leaf snake.

"Hehehe, a long worm also wants to plot against me..."

Before the words finished, the Green Leaf Snake spit out a piece of venom and shot towards Zhang Sanhu's face.

Zhang Sanhu quickly closed his eyes, shielding his face with one palm, and at the same time, with a firm grip, he directly crushed the green leaf snake's head.

"good chance!"

A sly look flashed in Lan Yingying's eyes, she immediately flicked the scorpion tail whip in her hand, pulled it out at an extremely tricky angle, pierced the air, and hit Zhang Sanhu's armpit.

Suddenly, the piercing pain spread from the armpit to Zhang Sanhu's mind, which aroused his ferocity even more.

The armpit is indeed the cover of Zhang Sanhu's iron shirt.

But with Lan Yingying's strength alone, she couldn't break Zhang Sanhu's horizontal training method with just one cover.

After all, he also practiced the Mang Niu Black Tiger Kung Fu.

"Smelly bitch, you are courting death!"

Zhang Sanhu opened his mouth and roared loudly, the roar of a tiger burst out like a forest, deafening.

When Lan Yingying's eardrums were in severe pain and she was dizzy, Zhang Sanhu punched out his iron fist crazily, blasting the air.

"Puffy..."

A white wave exploded!

The strength like a reckless ox and a tiger, wrapped in true energy, turned into a fierce fist, and even hit Lan Yingying like a storm.

Lan Yingying stabilized her mind, her face turned pale immediately, and she couldn't avoid it in time.

"I surrender!"

Lan Yingying shouted in time.

"late!"

Zhang Sanhu's momentum remained undiminished, but his pair of iron fists became more ferocious, punching dense fists.

If it really hits Lan Yingying, a girl who is as beautiful as flowers and jade, the flowers will wither and the beautiful jade will be shattered.

"Oops, it's too late to save her! Brother Zhang, be merciful!!"

Jiang Baihe, who was the closest, yelled and stood there without moving.

On the contrary, Taiwei, the Taoist Priest on the four Taishi chairs, and Mr. Hong from the Beggar Clan were ready to take action.

A palm grabbed Taiwei Fuchen, trying to throw it out, entangled Lan Yingying, and dragged her out of the ring.

One is bent fingers, pinching the gravel, trying to force back Zhang Sanhu, who is fiercely attacking, with his supernatural powers.

However, the two second-level masters of Jianghu were not as fast as the monk in white.

Lu Mingteng stood up from the grand teacher's chair, took a step forward, and appeared behind Lan Yingying in an instant, with a palm on her fragrant back.

Lan Yingying, who thought she was going to die, suddenly felt warm all over her body, full of qi, like the ocean converging with all rivers, full and overflowing, and she couldn't spit out fast.

Lan Yingying subconsciously slapped her palms out, just wanting to vent out all the majestic zhenqi in her body.

"Die!"

Zhang Sanhu's eyes flashed fiercely, and his iron fist struck.

Everything happened between lightning and flint.

Just when the people outside the arena, the masters of the various sects, thought that a beautiful woman was about to die in front of their eyes, there was a loud "Peng" sound, and a large wave of white air exploded.

Lan Yingying, who was delicate and frail, stood where she was. Instead, Zhang Sanhu, who looked like half of an iron tower, flew backwards.

The arena is extremely spacious.

Zhang Sanhu, who was as strong as an ox, fell heavily to the ground and rolled around for several times before stopping and barely falling out of the ring.

Jiang Baihe raised his voice and said: "Holy Monk, the competition is not over yet, so you cannot interfere!"

"Donor Blue has admitted defeat and the competition is over."

Lu Ming, who was dressed in a white monk's robe, stood on the ring with his back to Jiang Baihe, and said in a cold voice.

Lan Yingying glanced at her own hands, turned her head in great surprise, and shouted happily: "I know you won't leave nothing to chance."

"Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but next, the poor monk is going to kill someone."

"Go down first, and leave the rest to the poor monk."

Lu Ming walked up to Lan Yingying, turned around and pushed her with his palm, sending her off the ring with an irresistible force.

Zhang Sanhu climbed up from the ring.

He spit thick phlegm on the ground, moved his limbs, twisted his neck and head, loosened his muscles and bones, and said with a grinning smile, "The slap just now was neither painful nor itchy."

Lu Ming replied indifferently: "Yes, but wait a moment and the poor monk will kill you."

"Pooh!"

Zhang Sanhu spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm, and his iron fists collided with each other, arching the strong back muscles behind his shoulder blades.

Like a bear accumulating energy, the tendons all over his body are tense, and his extremely strong muscles are about to explode.

Even because the iron cloth shirt was running to the limit, Zhang Sanhu's body showed a metallic color that was almost like that of steel.

There was no need for Jiang Baihe to announce the start, Zhang Sanhu stared at him, and he ran out like a cheetah, galloping like a cheetah.

With one breath, the distance of the entire ring was shortened, Zhang Sanhu raised his huge iron fist, and slammed towards Lu Ming.

Because the fist was wrapped with strong infuriating energy, it even made a sound like a cow mooing or a tiger roaring.

Indistinctly, a mighty and huge black tiger head appeared on Zhang Sanhu's fist.

Before the fist came, there was a terrible sense of oppression, and the madness was approaching. The wind was as strong as a knife, cutting the other person's face with pain.

"die--"

Zhang Sanhu opened his eyes angrily, and let out the most powerful roar in his life.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Lu Ming was as calm as usual, and took half a step forward. With one hand, he blocked Zhang Sanhu's black tiger fist, and with the other hand, he gently pressed Zhang Sanhu's chest.

"Pong"

Zhang Sanhu's upper body shook slightly, his heart exploded into blood mist in his chest cavity, but his internal organs and ribs remained intact.

It can only be said that the power of this palm is controlled to the extreme!
When Lu Ming moved his palm away, Zhang Sanhu's burly body immediately fell to the ground.

Jiang Baihe jumped onto the ring, checked Zhang Sanhu's breath and pulse, and then glanced at the palm print on Zhang Sanhu's heart. His face changed drastically, and he cried out, "Heartbreaker Palm? What a vicious martial artist!"
achievement! "

Jiang Baihe's words spread to the bottom of the ring, and immediately aroused criticism from everyone.

"Broken Heart Palm, how could the holy monk of Shaolin Temple use such a vicious palm technique?"

"That's the magic palm technique!"

"Did you see that the holy monk of Shaolin Temple actually killed someone?"

"You don't know, yesterday there was news that the holy monk of Shaolin Temple beat to death Li Kui of Black Tiger Hall."

"What? So it was the holy monk of Shaolin Temple who killed the first person!"

Many casual cultivators seemed to be dissatisfied with the holy monk.

Lu Ming gave Jiang Baihe a cold look and asked calmly: "If someone bullies you and insults your sect, how should you deal with it?"

Someone immediately shouted: "I drew my sword and cut him off immediately!"

Lu Ming asked again: "How is it different from a poor monk?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless for a while.

Jiang Baihe shook his head and said: "No, no, you are a holy monk from Shaolin Temple, but they are not."

"If it were Jiang X, Jiang X would definitely show affection to him, move him with reason, and never resort to violence."

"Oh, really?"

A playful look flashed across Lu Ming's eyes, and he cursed, "Jiang Baihe, you flat-haired birdman, a rotten thing, how did the ancestors of the Jiang family give birth to such a hypocrite with a false sense of affection and a good face?"

"Hey, if you are not a son of man, you are nothing!"

"you!"

Jiang Baihe was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and directly pulled out the sword behind his back.

I have seen people scolding people, but I have never seen a monk scolding people, and he scolded people so harshly.

Lu Ming raised his palm with one hand, and replied with a half-smile: "Benefactor Jiang, please don't get angry. You should show affection and reason to the poor monk. How can you use a knife or a gun?"

(End of this chapter)