The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 409
Juetian, who was in the stands, had an extremely ugly face, shouted violently, flew onto the ring, stretched out his claws, and grabbed Xiongwu's chest.

Seeing Juetian's claws grabbing him, Xiongwu felt a rush of wind rushing towards his face before he approached, making Xiongwu's breathing suddenly suffocated.

Xiongwu gritted his teeth and forcibly raised the sword, slashing at Juetian's claws.

"when"

The sound of metal and iron clanging sounded, and Xiongwu suddenly felt a huge force coming, and quickly rushed into Xiongwu's arm along the sword, and then blasted towards Xiongwu's chest.

"puff"

Xiong Wu felt a sweetness in his throat, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then his body flew backwards like autumn leaves, and hit the ring with a "bang".

"Amitabha!"

Jue Tian proclaimed the Buddha's name and said: "Your intention to kill is so serious, let the poor monk use Buddhism to dissolve the hostility in your body!"

As Juetian said, he stretched out his palm, his palm exuded a faint Buddha light, and slapped it down on Xiongwu's head.

"boom"

The moment Juetian's palm was about to slap Xiongwu's head, Ma Yu suddenly moved, and quickly came to Xiongwu's body, and slapped out the same palm, intersecting Juetian's palms, a muffled thunder sounded, and the two of them stepped back three steps .

"Uh"

Ma Yu suddenly felt the qi and blood in his body surging, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Fortunately, he quickly activated his internal energy and forcibly suppressed the old blood.

Ma Yu's face was flushed, and he looked at Juetian in surprise, but Juetian's expression was as usual, as if he was not the one who was facing Ma Yu's palm just now.

"Master Ma, what do you mean?"

Jue Tian's face was as sinking as water, looked at Ma Yu, and asked in a deep voice.

Ma Yu said: "Master Juetian, what you have done is too much."

"In the ring competition, injuries are inevitable. Why did the master intervene in the competition of the juniors?"

"Amitabha!"

Jue Tian proclaimed the Buddha's name and said: "This son's murder is too serious. The poor monk just wants to use Buddhism to dissolve the hostility in his body. Daoist Ma is too worried!"

Ma Yu ignored Juetian, but looked down at Xiongwu and asked, "How do you feel, little brother?"

Xiongwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned on the ground with a knife and forcefully stood up, and said, "I can't die."

"Shaolin Temple deserves to be the number one temple in the world. The young monk was beaten, and the old monk came. Today, I really have seen it!"

A cold light flashed in Juetian's eyes, and he said: "Benefactor, you are too hostile, you should go back to the temple with the poor monk and use Buddhism to resolve it, otherwise you will definitely go crazy and fall into boundless murder!"

"Hahaha"

Hearing this, Xiongwu laughed and said: "Old bald donkey, don't think that I don't know what you think, don't you just see that I defeated that little monk and want to avenge him and save your Shaolin Temple's face ?"

"I'm mighty, but I'm not afraid of you, if you have the guts!"

Xiongwu said holding a knife in his left hand and staring at Juetian, but his right arm was drooping and trembling, obviously seriously injured.

"why is it like this?"

"This Shaolin Temple is too shameless. If you hit the young one, you hit the one. Does that mean the old monk is about to jump out if you hit the one?"

"I think it's stabbed the monk's nest. Shaolin Temple is a bunch of scum with good looks!"

...............

Hearing Xiong Wu's words, the arena exploded immediately, with different opinions, Jue Tian heard it extremely harsh.

"evil creature!"

Juetian's face turned livid, and he shouted angrily: "Since you are stubborn, it's no wonder that the poor monk captured you himself!"

Juetian was about to strike as he said that, but Ma Yu stopped him again.

At this time, Ma Yu had recovered his breath, and he didn't expect that Juetian's martial arts progressed so fast, and he lost his fighting power with just one palm.

"Infinite Life Buddha!"

Ma Yu said: "Master Juetian, this little friend has already been injured, why don't you let the poor Taoist come to ask you for advice!"

Juetian glanced at Ma Yu, smiled contemptuously, and said, "Alright, we haven't sparred for a few years, let the poor monk come and try how much your skills have improved."

"After defeating you, it will be too late to catch him!"

In the stands, Zhou Botong suddenly jumped and shouted: "Old bald Wuna, my nephew is the host of this meeting, how can I compete with you?"

"If you want to learn from each other, I will accompany you!"

Everyone in the stands saw that Ma Yu was obviously not Juetian's opponent, especially Yang Chengye, who had noticed it early on, so Zhou Botong asked him to come forward to make a rescue.

Seeing that Zhou Botong wanted to fight him, Juetian was startled, why did he forget this?

Wouldn't it be courting death for him to fight Zhou Botong?

Juetian's face was ugly and he said: "Senior Zhou, you are an expert senior, how dare this little monk offend you?"

Since Juetian didn't dare to fight Zhou Botong, Zhou Botong didn't want to force his attack, so he stopped talking immediately.

"Master Juetian!"

At this time, Yang Chengye suddenly stood up and smiled, "Why don't I ask you for advice on your best moves, what do you think?"

Seeing that Yang Chengye wanted to fight him, Juetian was immediately overjoyed, he had long disliked Yang Chengye, he was obviously a young man, yet he was surrounded by those old guys.

Yang Chengye was smiling, but in fact he was furious inside. This f*cking bald thief is too shameless, no different from that Juexin, if I don't beat you today, you will find your teeth all over the place!

Juetian smiled and said to Yang Chengye: "Since little brother Yang wants to compete with the old monk, how can the old monk disappoint the little brother? Please!"

Hearing this, everyone in the stands widened their eyes, looked at Juetian in disbelief, and then at Yang Chengye.

"What's the situation?"

"Little brother? Still old?"

"This bald donkey is really capable! Isn't this looking for abuse?"

Hong Qigong and others immediately prayed for Juetian, hoping that Yang Chengye would show mercy.

Huang Rong at the side said with a smile, "This is going to be bad luck!"

At this time Guo Jing was also speechless, he agreed with Huang Rong's words very much, then Jue Tian was not only about to be in bad luck, it was simply about to be in bad luck.

Thinking of this, Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked pitifully at the smiling Juetian on the ring.

Yang Chengye walked down the stands with a slight smile, climbed onto the ring step by step, came to Ma Yu and Xiongwu, clapped his two palms on the shoulders of Ma Yu and Xiongwu respectively, and said, "Can you make room, or Master Juetian will show his strength?" Keep your hands and feet open."

Yang Chengye said that two lines of true energy were injected into the two of them respectively, to calm down their qi and blood, and dredge their meridians.

Ma Yu and Xiong Wu wanted to thank Yang Chengye as soon as their bodies relaxed, but when they saw Yang Chengye winking at them, they hurriedly shut up, nodded and left the ring.

After Ma Yu and Xiong Wu left, Yang Chengye turned to look at Juetian, said with a faint smile, "Master, let's start!"

Juetian felt something was wrong at this time, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Hearing Yang Chengye's words, Jue Tian proclaimed the Buddha's name and said, "Okay, little brother, please first!"

Yang Chengye nodded, and walked slowly towards Juetian, still looking calm and breezy.

(End of this chapter)