Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 889 King Conferring Conference (7)

Zambigan said: "Since your master was poisoned, why didn't you explain it to Marandi?"

Meng De said: "What kind of person is the family teacher? If you explain it, wouldn't it be a self-deprecation? Back then, he also consulted Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School, and a great master of martial arts. One breath, and will not show weakness to others."

When the heroes heard this, they were all taken aback.They don't know who Meng De is, and they don't know who Meng De's master, Meng Bingliang, is, but Zhang Sanfeng is famous all over the world.Those who can ask Zhang Sanfeng for advice, their own martial arts are absolutely extraordinary, no matter how many moves they lose, even if it is just one move, if they are placed in the Jianghu, stomping their feet, they are still characters that can shake the martial arts world.

After Zhang Daqian got acquainted with Meng De, he once heard him briefly say that his master Meng Bingliang used to be a general under Han Wang Chen Youliang's command, and later saw that Chen Youliang was headstrong, and for no reason, he joined forces with several other masters to fight Zhang Sanfeng. After defeat, withdraw from the battle of the world.As for the future, Meng De didn't say anything, so he didn't know about Meng Bingliang and Marandi, the tenth-ranked king of the Persian holy religion, 20 years ago.

Zambigan said: "That happened many years ago. Today, the holy religion of Persia is stronger than ever. Not to mention the teacher is still alive, even though Zhang Sanfeng is still alive, once the pope of this religion takes action, no one in the world can be him opponent."

Suddenly a voice said: "You ignorant juniors, if Master Zhang hears what you say, he will definitely spank your butt three times."

Zangambi's complexion darkened, he looked around, and said with a sneer: "Which expert is joking with this Dharma King, please come out and see."

The voice said: "If you are really capable, no matter what kung fu I use, you can find me. You rolled your eyes for a long time, but you still haven't found me? It can be seen that your Persian holy religion is just a vain name."

All the Persians on the field were looking for someone to speak, but firstly, there were too many people on the field, and secondly, the voice was erratic, obviously it was a master with deep inner strength who performed the splitting technique to confuse everyone.Therefore, after looking around, I still haven't found out who it is.

This voice was naturally made by Fang Jianming. His disguise technique has been passed down by Tantai Bi, and his inner strength is terribly deep. He didn't open his mouth, but he secretly forced out a breath, forming a human voice. The man sitting next to him Ren Guzhou also lied to him.Ren Guzhou didn't notice it, so don't talk about it.

However, performing this kind of kung fu under the eyes of everyone, and there was a master beside him, after Fang Jianming said the last sentence, he didn't stop talking, let Zambigan provoke him, he looked at the scene like a clown superior.

Meng De said: "King Zambigan, how does this master's martial arts compare with yours?"

Zangbi Gan said: "Small skills, if he really has the ability, why doesn't he come out and compete with this Dharma King? What kind of expert is he who hides his head and shows his tail?"

Meng De said with a smile: "This expert disdains to fight with you. Since you want to stand up for Ma Landi, I will meet you. Let's see if your skills are as good as your skills."

Zambigan couldn't find Fang Jianming, so he vented all his anger on Meng De, and said coldly: "Ma Landi is the one with the highest martial arts among the Dharma kings of this teaching. If you want to compete with him, you must first pass me. If you If you can't even pass my test, the Dharma King advises you to leave the Western Regions as soon as possible."

Meng De smiled lightly and said: "Although I don't live in the Western Regions, but this time I came to participate in the King Conferring Conference, I have already regarded myself as a person from the Western Regions. Is this how your religion treats guests?"

Zangbi Gan said: "My Dharma king is too lazy to talk nonsense with you, so please tell me how you want to compare."

Meng De rolled his eyes and said, "What are you best at?"

Zambigan asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Meng De smiled and said, "I will defeat you at what you are best at."

Zambigan's face was livid with anger, and he said, "Do you dare to compete your internal strength with this Dharma King?"

Without even thinking about it, Meng De said: "I'm afraid you won't succeed." Stretching out his palms, he said: "This kind of comparison is not only interesting, but also the most exciting. I believe people outside the field will like to watch it."

This is indeed true. In martial arts competitions, at the last moment, the outcome is mostly determined by the strength of internal strength. If the internal strength is strong, you can support more, and the chance of winning will be much greater.Therefore, most people want to see who will fall first.Of course, internal strength cannot determine everything. As long as the martial arts are high enough and the internal strength is sufficient, one can defeat someone with deeper internal strength than oneself.

Seeing Meng De stretching out his palms, Zambigan hummed slightly and walked forward. When he was still a foot away from Meng De, he stopped and said, "Since we want to compare, we should compare better. Compare." After saying that, he slowly pushed his palms out from his chest, and a burst of true energy gushed out.

Meng De smiled and said, "Your respect is yours." He forced out a burst of true energy from his palm, and greeted him.The people outside the arena watched intently, and they didn't dare to speak out loudly, for fear that if they made a big mistake, it would affect the result of the competition between the two.

The two men had strong inner strength. After working hard on a bag of cigarettes, Meng De's complexion was like jade, with a hint of yellow; Zambigan's complexion was deep, with a faint brown.

Not long after, air waves like water ripples swayed around the two of them. Fortunately, the two of them could control the air waves within seven feet.The air wave became more and more intense, and at the end, it finally formed two halos, covering the two of them.

Suddenly, the two feet left the ground and rose out of nowhere, the suction generated by the soles of the feet actually sucked the carpet.As the two continued to rise, the carpet drew closer to the center of the field, and two peaks formed where they were attracted.

Suddenly hearing a "bang", the two fell from the air, and the carpet slid down immediately.After Mengde landed, he turned his hands ten times in front of his chest, his face was very pale.After Zambigan landed, his complexion was as red as if he was drunk, his figure swayed, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.If he held back the blood, he would naturally win, but since he spit it out, the winning side should belong to Meng De.

Zhang Daqian knew about this contest, and no matter who wins or loses, the two of them will never have a good time.Therefore, after seeing the two of them give up, he turned around, approached Meng De, and called out with concern: "Brother Meng, how do you feel?"

Meng De opened his mouth and smiled, "I'm still young, so it's okay."

Zambigan gave him a cold look, gritted his teeth and said, "You win."

Meng De said: "What do you mean I won? Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, let's come again. I have enough strength, and the weapon in my hand has not yet been used."

Zambigan shouted loudly: "You have weapons, don't I?"

"His Holiness Zambigan, what made you so angry? Everyone here is a distinguished guest of our sect, have you forgotten?" A voice came over, and in an instant, there was a white-clothed man beside Zambigan. Old Persian woman.

"Meet the Messenger of Water Purification!"

Except for Zambigan, all the Persians on the field shouted in unison.

(End of this chapter)