Daming: I'm Invincible if I'm Not Careful

　　The powerful momentum was pressing in all directions, causing some weaker people on Zhenwu Square to feel difficulty breathing for a while, and the True Qi in their bodies became stagnant.

　　On the side of Zhenwu Square, looking at the three monks and three paths in the middle of Zhenwu Square, who are fighting each other with momentum, Zhong Ling rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Zhu, do you think the monk will win this time, or the Taoist priest will win? "

　　Zhu Houzhao glanced at the six people, shook his head slightly, and said, "If there is no accident, I'm afraid Wudang will lose this time."

　　"Ah? How could this be?" Hearing Zhu Houzhao's words, Qu Feiyan frowned and said unwillingly, "Brother Zhu, why don't you remind them and let the Wudang faction replace them."

　　Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "Let's not say that the competition between the two sides has already begun. Even if the Wudang faction is really replaced, except for Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang, there will be no one else to replace. Moreover, we have no reason. Let others change at will."

　　"Let's watch first. In fact, I can tell the winner, and Zhang Sanfeng can also see it. Since he's not worried, why should we be anxious?"

　　"Okay," Qu Feiyan heard the words, nodded, and then looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a bit of confusion.

　　Zhang Sanfeng also seemed to sense the gaze here, and also looked towards the position of Zhu Houzhao and his group, nodded at them with a smile, and then continued to look at the six people in the middle of the square.

　　Zhu Houzhao raised his brows slightly, and in the mood of watching the live broadcast, he also looked at the three monks and three paths in the middle of the square, who had already started fighting.

　　The battle between the two sides this time was much more peaceful than the previous scene where Daoist Mu and Shizhui Shi Taijian were raging.

　　However, behind the seemingly peaceful fighting style, the power is not weak at all.

　　The stunts of Shaolin Temple, such as dragon claw hand, vigorous diamond palm, cassock Buddha magic art, etc., are used in the hands of the three great monks, and the power is amazing!

　　However, the attack methods of the three Taoist Ziyang were also endless, and the two sides fought in one place for a while.

　　Only the sound of "bang bang bang" was heard. If it wasn't for the obvious top of the monk's head, everyone would not be able to distinguish the two sides of the battle at all.

　　"Dengdengdeng..."

　　After half an hour, the two sides of the battle suddenly dispersed.

　　Daoist Ziyang, Daoist Qingsong, and Daoist Xuyun took seven or eight steps back each to stabilize their bodies. The faces of the three of them were alternately blue and red, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries.

　　On the other side, Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, and Kong Xing took three steps back each, and then stabilized their bodies.

　　"Amitabha! It is accepted!"

　　After stabilizing his body, Master Kong Wen clasped his hands together and made a light voice towards the three of Ziyang.

　　"it is good!"

　　Seeing the victory of Shaolin Temple, all the factions in the rivers and lakes immediately cheered loudly, sweeping away the previous depression.

　　On the contrary, on the Wudang faction side, the original joy on his face disappeared suddenly, and his mood became depressed for a while.

　　"It was the three of them who lost." Taoist Ziyang gave a slight salute to the three of Kong Wen, sighed, and then returned to the position on the side of the Wudang faction.

　　The three of Kong Wen glanced in the direction of Zhang Sanfeng, then turned around and returned to the Shaolin Temple camp.

　　Seeing the three of Kongwen returning, the experts from all corners of the world around the Shaolin Temple congratulated the three of them and praised the Shaolin Temple.

　　"Oh, those three monks actually won. Brother Zhu, why do you guess so accurately every time? Now, the advantage of the Wudang faction is gone." , Qu Feiyan muttered a little unhappily.

　　Mu Wanqing glared at Qu Feiyan and said coldly, "This is because the three elders of Wudang are not strong enough. What are you complaining about to Zhu Ming?"

　　Hearing this, Qu Feiyan made a face at Mu Wanqing and stopped talking.

　　Seeing this, Zhu Houzhao smiled and shook his head, but did not speak.

　　In Zhenwu Square, Master Fang Zheng and Master Kong Wen said a few words, then turned to look in the direction of the Wudang people, and said lightly: "I don't know who the Wudang faction is going to send to fight in this third battle?"

　　Hearing Master Fang Zheng's words, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi looked solemn.

　　Compared with the Shaolin factions, the number of the masters of the Wudang faction is far less than that of the Shaolin faction. Now, four of the five Wudang elders have played, and only the last one has not yet played.

　　As for their brothers and sisters, it has not yet been determined whether they should play alone or at the same time.

　　"This third battle, let me do it!"

　　At this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from outside Zhenwu Square.

　　At the same time as the voice fell, a middle-aged man in his thirties with short hair appeared on Zhenwu Square while his figure flashed.

　　Although the man was young, his face was full of vicissitudes, and he was dressed like a woodcutter.

　　Seeing the figure that suddenly appeared, there was a burst of discussion on the square.

　　"Who is this man?"

　　"I haven't heard that there is such a person among the second-generation disciples of the Wudang School?"

　　"Looks like a woodcutter."

　　"..."

　　Not only the Shaolin faction did not know the man who suddenly appeared, but most of the Wudang faction were also confused.

　　In the voice of everyone's discussion, Master Fang Zheng said towards Song Yuanqiao: "Song Daxia, I don't know who this is?".

Chapter 154

　　Song Yuanqiao was about to answer when he saw the man kneeling on the ground towards Zhang Sanfeng, and said respectfully, "Yun Feiyang, I wish the Sect Master Boshou Bi Nanshan a blessing like the East Sea."

　　This man was Yun Feiyang, one of the second-generation disciples of the Wudang sect, and a disciple of Qingsong Daoist among the five elders of Wudang.

　　"Feiyang, good boy, get up quickly!" Zhang Sanfeng heard the words and nodded towards Yun Feiyang with a smile.

　　Yun Feiyang stood up after hearing the words, and then greeted Daoist Qingsong and the other four elders, and then stood behind Song Yuanqiao.

　　Song Yuanqiao bowed slightly to Master Fang Zheng at this time, and said with a smile: "I think everyone should have heard that this is Yun Feiyang, my uncle Qingsong's disciple."

　　"It turns out that he is Yun Feiyang!"

　　"It is said that Yun Feiyang's talent and strength are stronger than those of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly disappeared from the arena."

　　"Yeah, I didn't expect Yun Feiyang to come back at this time."

　　"I'm afraid Yun Feiyang has always been near Wudang Mountain, but others don't know about it."

　　"..."

　　Hearing the name of Yun Feiyang, the heroes in the arena couldn't help but talk again.

　　The Seven Heroes of Wudang are all direct disciples of Zhang Sanfeng, and are naturally famous in the arena.

　　But Yun Feiyang's reputation back then was not inferior to that of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

　　It is said that Yun Feiyang was only a handyman disciple of the Wudang faction. For some reason, he was suddenly valued by Daoist Qingsong. He worshipped Daoist Qingsong as his teacher.

　　In fact, Yun Feiyang's strength is already on par with Yu Lianzhou, the strongest among the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

　　However, because the Seven Heroes of Wudang are all disciples of Zhang Sanfeng, Yun Feiyang is a disciple of Taoist Qingsong, and the name of the Seven Heroes of Wudang is a little earlier than Yun Feiyang.

　　Therefore, the people of Jianghu did not call Yun Feiyang, Song Yuanqiao and others together as the Eight Heroes of Wudang, but listed him separately.

　　However, no one knew what happened. When Yun Feiyang became famous, he suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes.

　　Yun Feiyang ignored the changes in everyone's expressions, just looked at Master Fang Zheng, and said lightly: "Under Yun Feiyang, I don't know which hero is willing to teach me...〃?"

　　Hearing Yun Feiyang's words, everyone on the Shaolin Temple side looked at each other for a while.

　　Originally, they had made specific arrangements for the situation of the masters of the Wudang faction, but they did not expect that Yun Feiyang would suddenly appear and disrupt their arrangement.

　　After pondering for a while, Master Fang Zheng looked at Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan School, and folded his hands together and said, "Why don't we leave it to the Zuo head for this battle?"

　　Hearing this, Zuo Lengchan glanced at Yun Feiyang, and then said solemnly: "Since Master Fang Zheng has his life, Zuo must obey."

　　Immediately, Zuo Lengchan walked to the center of Zhenwu Square, clasped his fists towards Yun Feiyang, and said lightly, "Let's go to Zuo Lengchan, ask Yun Daxia for advice!"

　　Yun Feiyang also clenched his fists towards Zuo Lengchan and said lightly, "Zuo Sect Master, please!"

　　Hearing this, Zuo Lengchan was not polite, holding a long sword, directly using the Songshan swordsmanship, launched an attack towards Yun Feiyang.

　　With the attack of Zuo Lengchan's long sword, Dao Dao Jian Qi, with a cold chill, stabbed straight towards Yun Feiyang!

　　Yun Feiyang seemed to be unaware, his figure suddenly twisted, and he easily avoided all the sword qi, and the whole person rose slowly into the air, rising into the air.

　　In the shocked eyes of everyone in Zhenwu Square, from Yun Feiyang's hands, smooth silk threads suddenly shot out, like silkworms spinning silk, and quickly wrapped around Zuo Lengchan.

　　Zuo Lengchan saw this, his face changed slightly, and the long sword in his hand danced quickly, trying to cut the silk thread.

　　"Ding Ding Ding!"

　　However, when the long sword and the silk thread clashed, there was a series of sounds of gold and iron clashing.

　　The thin thread that looked soft and silky was extremely tough. Zuo Lengchan's long sword couldn't deal with the thread released by Yun Feiyang at all.

　　"Tian Silkworm Gong, interesting!"

　　On the side of Zhenwu Square, Zhu Houzhao looked at Yun Feiyang's attack method, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he whispered.

　　Hearing Zhu Houzhao's words, Zhong Ling asked curiously, "Brother Zhu, what is Tian Silkworm Gong? Why have I never heard of such a martial art?"

　　Zhu Houzhao said: "The martial arts used by Yun Feiyang is the Celestial Silkworm Art. It is said that the Celestial Silkworm Art was originally a kind of magic art formed by combining the inner strength of the magic sect with the magic tricks of the Miao people. The new exercises, however, are extremely difficult to cultivate and require a lot of chance and coincidence.”

　　Zhong Ling and the others heard Zhu Houzhao's words, but they also had little understanding of the silkworm art. With a little curiosity, they looked at Yun Feiyang and Zuo Lengchan at the center of the battle again.

　　Zhu Houzhao also watched with interest the battle between Yun Feiyang and Zuo Lengchan.

　　The two fought for a while, Zuo Lengchan found that his Songshan swordsmanship could not threaten Yun Feiyang at all, and immediately put away the long sword.

　　Just when everyone thought that Zuo Lengchan was about to admit defeat, a terrifying chill suddenly appeared on Zuo Lengchan, and the chill was even colder than Xuan Bing, who counted nine cold winters!

　　Because of the changes in Zuo Lengchan's body, the temperature of the entire Zhenwu Square seemed to have dropped by a few points.

　　"¨"Ice Palm!"

　　When the temperature around Zuo Lengchan's body dropped to a certain level, Zuo Lengchan shouted angrily, and his palms slammed towards Yun Feiyang with a cold chill!

　　Yun Feiyang originally used the silkworm art, and wrapped the silk in Zuo Lengchan in his hand. He himself had already arrived at Zuo Lengchan's side. At this time, it was too late to quickly avoid it.

　　Immediately, Yun Feiyang directly gathered all the True Qi in his body onto his palms, and his palms slammed towards Zuo Lengchan's palms.

　　"boom!"

　　"boom!"

　　Two dull voices, almost in no particular order, sounded above Zhenwu Square, but the four palms (Zhao Nuozhao) of Zuo Lengchan and Yun Feiyang collided at the same time.

　　After the two collided, they did not immediately shake off, but began to compete with each other.

　　At the same time, Zuo Lengchan wanted to use the infuriating energy of Frost Bing and Frozen Cloud Feiyang, so that he could take advantage of it.

　　Unfortunately, Zuo Lengchan's icy infuriating seemed to have no effect on Yun Feiyang, and he could only compete against Yun Feiyang's infuriating hard for a while.