Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 76 The Great Wheel Ming King Challenges Shaolin (4K small chapters)

"I'll admit defeat."

Feng Bo clenched his fists angrily, feeling extremely aggrieved.

In front of Wu Qunxiong, this time he was ashamed.

But he is not a sore loser.

Soon he recovered his look.

"Isn't Yiyang Finger the Duan royal family's non-inherited martial arts? How can this person know it?"

"He is one of the four guards of the Duan family in Dali, Zhu Danchen, the 'Bi Yansheng'!"

"Presumably, Gang Leader Duan took Yu, Qiao, Geng, and Du as apprentices, and taught them the Yiyang Finger."

"So that's the case, no wonder the four of them met Master Duan and performed the Master-Apprentice Ceremony."

"The Dali Duan family is so good? I want to join!"

"Yeah, that's a yang finger! It's much better than my humble martial art!"

"The four great guards of Dali are much stronger than the four of the Murong family!"

"Who says it's not! It's a world of difference!"

Hearing such comments from the people nearby, the trouble made them feel bitter!
First of all, I didn’t offend any of you!

But then again.

What people say makes sense.

The same four great ministers, why did they learn the secrets of the Duan family's family?
As for our Murong family, if you don’t tell us about the passing of time, at least tell us about the joining of fingers!
Or Dragon City swordsmanship or something.

"My lord...look at him!" Feng Bo'e raised his mouth boldly.

Faced with this low-emotional smuggling, Murong Fu felt dizzy for a while, held his head high, and ignored him.

Next.

Zhu Danchen, Gu Ducheng, Fu Sigui, and Chu Wanli took turns on stage.

On behalf of the Dali Duan Clan, they killed all directions and defeated thirty masters in a row.

It once pushed the martial arts conference to a small climax.

"Why are the four of them so powerful in martial arts?"

"The so-called master teacher produces a master apprentice!"

"It can be seen that their master Duan Gangzhu's martial arts is so high."

"No wonder Chief Duan's ability overwhelms Bei Qiaofeng and Nan Murong!"

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Several martial arts commentators analyzed.

Chu Wanli clasped his fists at everyone: "Who else is on stage to teach?"

Amidst the buzzing discussions, no one came up to challenge.

The scene suddenly became much quieter.

"This Chu Wanli's skill is at least ten times stronger! He can't beat him!"

"Master Duan of Dali is a master, but isn't there a master of Shaolin?"

The Beggars' Gang and the Duan Clan belong to one family, so naturally they won't come up to spoil the atmosphere, and everyone pins their hopes on Shaolin.

"Brother Fang Zhang, why not let Xu Zhu go up?" Master Xuan Sheng said.

Xuanci shook his head quickly: "No! Never!"

Losing will bring shame on Shaolin.

If you win, you will lose the face of Duan family in Dali.

Is Donor Duan still sitting there?How dare Shaolin offend him again?

Are you afraid that he will find an excuse to demolish Shaolin Temple?

Abbot Xuanci knew very well that for this martial arts conference, the position of leader is already in Duan Yu's pocket, Shaolin only needs to run this martial arts conference well, and there must be no fuss!
While speaking, a figure flew onto the empty arena.

But I saw a middle-aged foreign monk standing outstandingly, his treasured face was solemn, his face was shining, and he had the demeanor of an eminent monk.

It is Tubo national teacher, Great Minglun King Jiumozhi.

"You Tubo monk, are you here to compete with me?" Chu Wanli raised his voice.

Asking seemingly carelessly, but actually quite cautious.

He knew that Jiumozhi was a highly skilled martial artist and he was no match for him.

"The benefactor misunderstood, the young monk's coming to power this time is not challenging Dali Duan."

Jiumozhi made a tithe, with a humble attitude.

"Oh?" Chu Wanli was puzzled.

I said in my heart that if you don't fight with me, what are you doing here?scare me?

Jiumozhi smiled slightly: "The benefactor has repeatedly fought with others, why don't you step back and rest for a while, and let the little monk settle your personal grievances."

"it is good!"

Seeing that the other party was not provocative, Chu Wanli nodded, borrowed the donkey from the slope, and jumped off the ring.

"I don't know who the national teacher wants to challenge?"

Duan Yu's voice was like a thunderclap, spreading throughout the audience.

When Jiumozhi talked about personal grievances, there is a high probability that it is himself.

He seriously injured Jiumozhi twice.

And every time Jiumozhi said harshly and said he would come again next time.

In front of everyone today, Duan Yu would not be polite to Xiao Zhi's blatant challenge.

Seeing that Duan Yu was about to get up, Jiumozhi's expression changed, and he immediately shouted: "Young monk wants to challenge Shaolin!"

Challenge Shaolin?

The audience exclaimed.

"Could it be that this Tubo monk wants to compare himself with the Central Plains monk?"

"Competing in martial arts? Shouldn't monks compete in chanting sutras?" Someone laughed.

Duan Yu was quite surprised by Jiumozhi's words.

He was ready to perform on stage, but Xiao Zhi made such a big turn.

"The young monk came to China alone and wanted to see the style of Shaolin Temple."

"That day, the young monk went to Shaolin Temple full of joy, but they trapped the young monk with a formation of eighteen arhats. Twenty eminent monks from the Xuan family of Shaolin teamed up to beat up the young monk. It is really shameless!"

In front of the heroes of the world, Jiumozhi loudly denounced all kinds of injustices in Shaolin.

Seeing him so angry, Duan Yu laughed.

It must be that he disabled Shaolin last time, and Jiumozhi went to challenge Shaolin not long after.

The old bald donkeys in Shaolin didn't dare to be careless, so they started another group fight, just in case, all the monks of the Xuan generation were pulled out.

Maybe he was worried, so he called the Eighteen Arhats to wait on him.

I guess it was quite a big scene.

Facing Jiumozhi's accusation, the Shaolin monks just proclaimed the Buddha's name without refuting it.

Seeing them like this, Jiumozhi became even more furious.

"The behavior of the masters of Shaolin Temple is not half as good as that of Tianlong Temple in Southern Xinjiang! I am very disappointed!"

Abbot Xuanci closed his eyes and meditated, calm as water, still did not reply.

Jiumozhi immediately turned his head up, and said loudly with a sullen face: "Please forgive me for being so bold, to use the so-called Shaolin 72 unique skills to meet all the eminent monks of Shaolin, which master please come up and give me some advice?"

In the arena of the martial arts conference, it is a one-on-one fight.

Shaolin can't do gang fights in front of the heroes of the world, can it?
This is Jiumozhi's revenge.

In front of everyone, he will use Shaolin 72 unique skills to defeat the six great monks of Shaolin one by one, and slap Shaolin in the face!

Master Xuan Sheng stared at Jiumozhi on the stage, and shouted: "Jumozhi, don't be too arrogant, this is not Tubo!"

Familiar regional blackness and moral kidnapping.

"Master Xuansheng, why don't you come up and teach me?" Jiumozhi said modestly and proudly.

Master Xuan Sheng was eager to try, but was firmly held back by Xuan Ci beside him.

You are a scourge, because you insisted on challenging Duan Yu last time, things got serious, and Shaolin Temple was closed for a hundred years!
Want to make trouble now?

You can't make Shaolin pornographic, right?
My junior brother Xuansheng?

In front of the heroes of the world, being challenged by a foreign monk, but not daring to respond, the situation of Shaolin Temple at this time is not to mention how embarrassing it is.

"It turns out that King Dalun Ming was beaten by Shaolin gang?"

"I'm just saying that Dalun Mingwang is so powerful, how could he be defeated?" someone said.He was the sidekick who was eliminated by Jiumozhi with one move.

Speaking of Jiumozhi, wouldn't it be better if he lost to Jiumozhi?
Only by exalting Jiumozhi, can he set off that he is also very strong.

"Shaolin Temple is so big, no one dares to challenge the little monk?"

Jiumozhi said loudly, amplified his voice with his internal strength so that the audience could hear it, and slapped Shaolin fiercely in the face.

"Master wants to challenge Shaolin, how about having a few moves with Qiao Feng first?"

Seeing the distressed expressions on the faces of the Shaolin monks, Qiao Feng jumped up onto the ring.

He was taught martial arts by Master Xuanku of Shaolin since he was a child, and learned Shaolin Neigong and Dragon Capture skills.

However, his mentor, Master Xuanku, was beaten to death by his biological father, Xiao Yuanshan.

Qiao Feng felt ashamed of Shaolin.

So help out.

"Are you Beiqiao Feng?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and titheed, looking at Qiao Feng with excitement in his eyes.

From the moment he stepped into the Central Plains, he had heard of the great names of "North Qiaofeng and South Murong" in the martial arts world.

He had seen Nan Murong before, and had secretly competed with him before, and he was simply vulnerable!
But North Qiaofeng has not encountered it for a long time.

A few months ago, Jiumozhi heard that Juxian Village was holding a heroes conference to crusade Qiao Feng, and he happily went there.

But on the way, he saw Duan Yu rushing away with the Beggar Clan's troops.

So he secretly returned to avoid Duan Yu.

After that, Qiao Feng seemed to have disappeared from the world, and there was no news of him.

Jiumozhi was very sorry.

Unexpectedly, Bei Qiaofeng took the initiative to invite him to fight today!
that is really good!
Jiumozhi was full of fighting spirit and eager to try.

"This is Qiao Feng! You can also call me Xiao Feng!"

Qiao Feng's eyes were shining brightly, like cold electricity across the sky, and his demeanor was mighty and intimidating, like a lion.

"Okay! Then the young monk will teach you your clever tricks!"

"Okay! Master, please take action!"

The two of them set up their battles and responded seriously.

Jiumozhi raised his right hand, put his middle finger on his thumb, flicked it twice, and then two finger forces shot out, straight towards Qiao Feng.

"Boom! Boom!" Two crisp sounds came.

Qiao Feng kept moving his hands, using the Shaolin Demon Subduing Palm to break two of Jiumozhi's fingers.

Both of them are using Shaolin's unique skills, but their power is more powerful than that of Shaolin eminent monks.

Jiumozhi's face darkened, his brows were filled with solemnity, and the serene smile disappeared.

He erected his palm like a knife, standing upright in front of his chest, suddenly raised his palm, slashed down, and went towards the void.

Qiao Feng was still standing there, drawing a circular arc with his palms.

With a fierce push of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the wind roared, like a strong wind blowing in. The clothes in the audience were fluttering, and they were about to retreat.

The strong palm hit the knife light, and there was a "boom", like the sound of drums.

In this wave of probing, both of them felt that the other party was strong and dared not underestimate the enemy.

Qiao Feng didn't seem to have a stereo today.

I don't know if it's because I didn't drink, or the stereo was out of battery, or because I was squeezed by A Zhu for a long time, I didn't have enough energy, and my momentum didn't come up at all.

On the other hand, Jiumozhi's battle was exciting and extremely exciting.

He raised his right palm up, the palm was like a knife, and he chopped down with one palm at a time, as if he could split everything.

The Flaming Saber was invisible and matterless, hissing in front of the two of them, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms came in front of Jiumozhi, and they were all chopped off by the Flaming Saber.

Jiumozhi has been practicing the Little Formless Kungfu hard recently, and the internal energy he cultivated is extremely pure, even better than ordinary internal energy.

Besides, he was not much worse than Qiao Feng, but his studies were too complicated.

"Little Wuxianggong?"

Wang Yuyan saw the doorway, and Liu Mei frowned slightly: "How can he know the little Wuxiang Gong?"

Duan Yu smiled: "I stole the Langhuan Jade Cave from your house."

"Yu Yan, why don't you go up and practice your skills?"

She has extensive theoretical experience.

What is lacking is actual combat.

"No, I don't like fighting and killing."

Wang Yuyan shook her head, she thought the martial arts competition was very boring.

Every time she fights with someone, she can almost predict the opponent's next move, which is really boring.

"Beiqiao Peak is truly worthy of its reputation!"

Jiumozhi laughed loudly: "Besides His Royal Highness Dali Duan, the one who can persist in twenty moves undefeated in the hands of this little monk is you Beiqiao Peak!"

Duan Yu is a little speechless, Xiao Zhi really knows how to pretend to be aggressive, and puts gold on his face
"Master has such deep internal strength!"

Qiao Feng praised, his face serious.

But who is he, Qiao Feng?

Drinking and stacking buffs, the more you fight, the braver you are!
If you are strong, you will be strong, and you can open [-]-[-] with anyone!

With a vigorous mention all over his body, Qiao Feng said loudly: "Master, please take another palm from Qiao!"

As he spoke, he flew up and twirled his palms, like he was setting up a bow to shoot an arrow, ready to go.

His movements are vigorous, and the strength of his palm has not yet been fully formed, but the people around him can feel a fierce momentum rushing towards their faces.

Knowing that Qiao Feng was about to unleash his power, Jiumozhi did not dare to neglect and was also unleashing his strongest attack.

He clasped his hands together, raised them high above his head, his face was serious, and his posture was as if he were prostrating to Buddha!

Both palms were faintly surrounded by flames, and a phantom of a Buddha statue appeared faintly behind him.

Ru held up a big sword, Jiumozhi used the flaming knife and slashed at Qiao Feng with all his strength!
"Hiss!" The sound of saber energy cutting through the void suddenly sounded,

At the same time, Qiao Feng has already played a flying dragon in the sky!
"Roar!" A roar of an angry dragon shot straight into the sky, condensing and lingering in the ears for a long time.

Everyone's hearts were shaking, everything in front of them was shaking, and they couldn't stand firmly on their feet, as if the earth was trembling and an earthquake had occurred.

Jiumozhi was the first to bear the brunt, he felt a strong palm force coming in the air, with great momentum and indomitable momentum, as if thousands of troops rushed forward together.

He was resolute in mind, but he couldn't help being timid at this time.

His body suddenly moved and moved a foot away.

Jiumozhi's face was pale, and everyone around him saw that something was wrong, knowing that he must have suffered a dark loss.

Murong Fu's eyelids twitched in the crowd, and he was secretly startled: Why are they all better than me?
He once fought against Jiumozhi, but was defeated miserably and was deeply despised by the monk.

Jiumozhi's face returned to normal, and he clasped his palms together: "It's a great honor for me to be able to learn Qiao's master tricks!"

After all, he still lost to Qiao Feng.

He was not discouraged, let alone resentful.

Some just feel like they haven't tried hard enough.

Jiumozhi learned a lot from this battle.

Just as Duan Yu said, if he can master the unique skill of the flame knife, he probably won't lose to the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon.

Since Qiao Feng stood up for Shaolin, Jiumozhi didn't continue to entangle, and quickly retreated and got off the ring.

There is no rush for revenge.

Let's take a look at the situation first. Maybe there will be a chance to slap Shaolin in the face later.

"People in the world call it 'Northern Qiao Nan Duan'. Why don't you let Master Qiao compete with Gang Leader Duan to open our eyes?"

Someone suggested that Qiao Feng fight Duan Yu.

They all wanted to see the scene of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the number one palm in the world, facing each other.

Qiao Feng clasped his fists and said, "Master Duan's martial arts are far superior to Qiao's. Qiao Feng knows that he is invincible, so he is willing to bow down!"

After speaking, he jumped off the stage.

He never liked the limelight.

And I know I really can't beat it.

No use for speakers.

In Qiao Feng's mind, Duan Yu's martial arts has gone beyond the scope of martial arts and cannot be defeated by humans.
When everyone was disappointed, a discordant voice entered the Shaolin Temple:
"Central Plains martial arts, a group of people with wine bags and rice bags, what kind of world martial arts conference is held, it is ridiculous!"

(End of this chapter)