The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 407 Vigorous Vajra Palm

An abrupt voice sounded, which was extremely harsh in the crowd.

Hearing this, Ma Yu nodded and said: "This friend is right, then we will compete in martial arts, and whoever has the highest martial arts will be the leader of the martial arts alliance. What do you think?"

"Okay, that's exactly what it should be!"

"agree!"

"What Taoist Ma said is true!"

Everyone agreed with Ma Yu's proposal.

At this time, Ma Yu also had a hard time. He knew that those masters in the stands were not willing to take up the position. This was different from the result of their previous discussion. down.

After Ma Yu finished speaking, he glanced sideways at the people on the stage. When he saw that the masters were all looking at their noses and hearts, the corners of their mouths twitched. Only Master Yideng smiled slightly, looking Looking at himself, he frowned slightly.

"Which friend will go on stage first?"

Ma Yu's anger sank to his dantian, and he drank it to the audience, immediately suppressing all the noise from the audience.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, then a muscular, muscular man jumped up and stood on the ring.

The big man clasped his fists at Ma Yu, and then shouted to the audience: "In Xialu East Iron Fist Hall, Zhang Qi, is there any friend who came up and did a few tricks with me?"

"I come!"

As soon as Zhang Qi finished speaking, a thin young man with a spear in his hand jumped onto the ring, similarly cupped his fists at Ma Yu, and then said to Zhang Qi: "I'm using the Overlord Spear, Song Yuchang, and I'm here to ask the masters of the Tekken Hall about their tricks."

"Two, click as soon as possible!"

Ma Yu gave the two of them a word and retreated to a corner of the ring.

"The overlord raises the tripod!"

Song Yuchang took the lead and stabbed Zhang Qi with a long spear about Zhang Xu.

"Humph!"

Zhang Qi snorted coldly and slammed his fists in front of his chest. He didn't dodge, but went forward, hitting the gun with an iron fist.

"Clanging"

The sound of gold and iron crossing sounded, and the spear was slightly deflected, but it still pierced through.

Zhang Qi was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect the spear in the thin Song Yuchang's hand to have such great strength, but he was still not afraid, a pair of iron fists fought with Song Yuchang's Overlord spear.

The two had a great time fighting with fists and guns. Song Yuchang was good at long-distance attack, while Zhang Qi was good at close combat. Both of them had their strengths and weaknesses.

After fifty moves, neither of them could do anything to the other. After sixty moves, Song Yuchang suddenly used a move to return the carbine, and the spear pierced Zhang Qi's lower abdomen. Zhang Qi's abdomen was bleeding profusely, and he staggered back After a dozen steps, he stood on the edge of the ring.

Zhang Qi's face was pale, he looked at the wound on his lower abdomen, and secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, it's a skin trauma, otherwise..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi cupped his fists at Song Yuchang, and said in a deep voice, "I admit defeat!"

After speaking, Zhang Qi turned around and jumped off the ring, and walked away through the crowd.

Song Yuchang gasped for a moment, and said loudly: "Which friend will come up to compete?"

"whoosh"

After Song Yu's long words, a young man with a nine-section whip and a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek jumped onto the high platform, clasped his fists at Song Yuchang and said, "I'm here to ask you for your advice!"

"Stop talking nonsense, and see the real chapter under your hands!"

Impatiently, Song Yuchang waved his spear, and suddenly several spear shadows shot out, all of which enveloped Yun Zhongyan's body.

Yun Zhongyan tapped her toes, and her body flew up at a high speed, as if there was no resistance in the air. At the same time, the nine-section whip danced in her hand, and the tip of the whip seemed to spit out a poisonous tongue. The shadows shattered.

Immediately afterwards, the nine-section whip was danced into a circle by Yun Zhongyan, wrapping around Song Yuchang's neck.

Song Yuchang took his time, stretched out his long spear, and instantly inserted it into the circle of the nine-section whip. Then the long spear vibrated and shattered the nine-section whip immediately. The long spear kept stabbing Yun Zhongyan's face.

Yun Zhongyan's eyes narrowed, her feet crossed violently in the air, and she forced her body to rise again by about ten feet. Immediately after she raised her right hand, three willow-leaf flying knives were shot out, aiming at Song Yuchang's eyebrows, chest and lower abdomen.

"Humph!"

Song Yuchang sneered, and shouted in a low voice: "Small tricks!"

Song Yuchang said hurry up with the long spear, and the three spear shadows missed all the three flying knives.

Just when Song Yuchang's spear was about to continue stabbing at Yun Zhongyan, a cold light came suddenly, piercing into Song Yuchang's arm in an instant, and the spear fell to the ground with a "bang".

Song Yuchang covered his injured arm with one hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Your Excellency is brilliant, I admit defeat!"

After Song Yuchang finished speaking, he walked away.

"Back-stabbing, despicable and obscene!"

At this time, a muffled shout sounded, and a young monk wearing a blue monk's robe stepped onto the ring.

"Amitabha"

The young monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and said, "Almsgiver, your methods are too low-handed!"

Hearing this, Yun Zhongyan's complexion suddenly changed, and she said in a deep voice: "In a martial arts competition, it is inevitable to get hurt, and besides, as long as you can defeat your opponent, it is good martial arts."

"Just now Song Yuchang hurt Zhang Qi and didn't see what you said!"

The young monk breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Since the benefactor said so, let the little monk learn from your master's brilliant moves."

A cold light flashed in Yun Zhongyan's eyes, and she said, "Of course I can't ask for it, but Master, shouldn't he report himself as his master?"

The young monk raised his palms up and said: "Young monk Kongming is the eldest disciple of the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple, please help me."

Yun Zhongyan didn't wait for Monk Kongming to finish speaking, and danced the nine-section whip, and suddenly the shadows of the whip appeared, and at the same time, the body flashed and moved, flashing on the ring, making people dazzled.

Monk Kong Ming looked at Yun Zhongyan's dazzling whip shadow and figure, and stood still.

"The golden body of Arhat is as motionless as a clock!"

Monk Kong Ming said a few words, then closed his eyes, and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures silently.

Immediately, a layer of pale golden Buddha's light enveloped the monk Kongming's body, and the treasure was solemn, as if it was really an Arhat who came to the world.

"Dangdang"

Numerous whip shadows hit Monk Kongming, all of which were blocked by a layer of faint Buddha light on his body, unable to hurt him in the slightest.

After more than a dozen attacks, Yun Zhongyan became impatient, and said in a deep voice, "Then monk, are you going to die in a tortoise shell without hitting?"

Yun Zhongyan yelled violently, and kept hitting the monk Kongming with the nine-section whip.

Suddenly, the monk Kongming opened his eyes, chanted the Buddha's name, and shouted: "As you wish, when Vajra is angry, powerful Vajra Palm!"

As monk Kongming said, he stretched out his palm, and with a "dong", he grabbed Yun Zhongyan's nine-section whip, and Yun Zhongyan's pupils shrank sharply.

He knows how powerful his own nine-section whip is. It is full of barbs. No matter who it hits, it will bring up a large piece of flesh and blood. Now I didn't expect that this monk Kong Ming dared to grab it with his hands, and he didn't see any damage. The color of pain.

But this thought flashed in Yun Zhongyan's mind for a moment and then disappeared.

(End of this chapter)