I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Master Fang Zheng, please!"

Lin Xuan let go of Yao Yue and looked at Fang Zheng quietly.

From the perspective of a serious opponent, this old monk was considered the strongest master Lin Xuan had ever seen.

But for some reason, Lin Xuan didn't feel any nervousness in his heart.

It seemed that the old monk in front of him was just an insignificant opponent.

"Amitabha!"

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together, exhaled and said, "Donor Lin, please."

The four-character mantra, word for word, is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, beating in the hearts of everyone.

Fang Zheng was quite happy to see Lin Xuan taking the initiative to challenge.

Lin Xuan has good martial arts skills and a pretty good record.

It makes sense to fight him on his own.

If it were Yao Yue...

Well, no matter how good the reason is, you can still control your speech later...

It was somewhat unjustifiable for him to attack a seriously injured woman.

As the abbot of Shaolin and the first person in the martial arts world, you still have to pay attention to the influence.

Just let Chongxu take the blame for this kind of thing.

A dead Taoist friend will not die a monk.

"Easy to say."

Lin Xuan smiled and slowly extended his right hand.

The green shirt rolled, exuding a majestic and boundless atmosphere, which completely neutralized Fang Zheng's sudden burst of momentum.

This is the artistic conception contained in the dragon fighting in the wild.

The dragon fights in the wild, and the yin is connected to the ground.

The terrain is kun, and a gentleman carries his wealth with kindness!

"It seems that Lao Na just underestimated Donor Lin."

Fang Zheng was slightly startled and said with a smile, "I'm offended."

While speaking, Fang Zheng took a step forward and clapped his palm lightly.

Before his palm power was fully exhausted, Fang Zheng waved his palm slightly again.

Suddenly one palm turned into two palms, two palms turned into four palms...

Then it transformed into thirty-two palms.

Every time a palm is struck, it has changed into several directions in the middle of the strike, and it is unpredictable.

In an instant, Fang Zheng had already walked halfway through the more than ten meters of mountain road separated from Lin Xuan.

If the remaining half is completed, Fang Zheng's palm power will naturally climb to its peak.

"What a Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm."

Lin Xuan's figure rushed forward and shot Long Zhan Yuye, who had completed his momentum.

Amidst the roar of the dragon, Lin Xuan's right palm broke through several afterimages, making a sound of thunder.

The wind in his palm gathered the ground, like a wind dragon, sweeping towards Fang Zheng.

If it weren't for Yao Yue, Lin Xuan really planned to avoid the edge temporarily and see how many palm shadows this thing could produce.

But in this situation, a tough girl like Yao Yue probably has no intention of avoiding the fight.

If Fang Zheng is allowed to continue to perform, it will obviously be much more troublesome when palm shadows fill the sky.

"Huh? This..."

Fang Zheng's brows slightly twitched, his palm movements changed, he struck several times with his right palm, and used the wind of his palm to turn the wind dragon away.

The next moment, Lin Xuan raised his two fingers and pushed Fang Zheng's waist flatly with half a fist and half a palm.

With each breath, Lin Xuan had transformed Long Zhan Yuye's palm power into Hidden Dragon's intention not to use it, and turned it into Zhiyin's palm technique.

Don’t use Qianlong, Yang Qi is hidden!

"This palm technique is neither hard nor soft. It looks ordinary. Why is it so powerful? What kind of martial arts is it?"

Fang Zheng was confused and couldn't figure it out.

In terms of pure palm skills, Fang Zheng is almost the best in the world.

Even Zuo Lengchan's Great Songyang Divine Palm is far inferior to his Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm.

But his ever-changing palm techniques could not gain the slightest advantage against Lin Xuan's mediocre palms.

This kind of thing is very uncomfortable!

Is it possible that martial arts moves are updated so quickly now?

Have you accidentally been eliminated from this world?

Fang Zheng felt strange in his heart and gave up on the ever-changing palm gestures, turning the complex into simple with his right palm and moving forward.

There was a "pop" sound, their palms met, and they both hummed at the same time, each taking a step back.

"..., could this man be a wild boar that became a spirit?"

Fang Zheng stopped, let out a breath of turbid air, and his expression became extremely solemn.

The young man in front of him had indeed very mysterious palm skills, but his internal strength was only comparable to innate ability.

His internal strength can't be said to be great, it's much worse than his Yi Jin Jing.

But, this slap comes...

In addition to internal strength, his own strength is at least thousands of kilograms.

Fang Zheng used his eight successful powers and received such a palm, he actually felt a little tight in the chest and breathless.

This was the first time he encountered such an evil thing, and he was a little confused.

These days, there are actually masters of the inner family who train their bodies and muscles all day long?

So..., eclectic and knowledgeable?

"It seems... I can fight!"

Lin Xuan perked up and struck out with another palm.

His internal strength was sluggish, and with the help of space rewards and external training to subdue the dragon, he finally entered the realm of innateness.

Even if he is not as good as Gang Leader Qiao, he is more or less a master in the Swordsman plane.

Fang Zheng is awesome, but he is not a big shot like Bodhidharma or Sweeper Monk...

It's not like he can crush himself to death just by relying on his internal strength.

Since the internal force cannot suppress oneself...

In terms of strength and stamina, a hexagonal martial artist like Lin Xuan would probably be better than this old monk.

At least, the old monk shouldn't be able to defeat him until his internal strength and physical strength are exhausted.

This is also because Fang Zheng's palm technique happens to be what Lin Xuan is best at.

If you face Dugu Nine Swords, it will probably be a lot of trouble.

"Old Dao, you should take action too."

Yaoyue took a few glances and realized that even if Lin Xuan couldn't win against Fang Zheng, he wouldn't be defeated.

Yao Yue's heart relaxed a little, and she pulled out the "Blue Blood Illuminating Painting" dagger and looked at Chongxu: "This sword is a natural magic sword. You will see blood when you draw the sword."

"Haha! I'm an old man, I never thought I could die under such a famous weapon."

Chongxu gave a long smile, slowly turned his body to the right, and raised the sword in his left hand.

He didn't really want to take action either.

He planned to stall for time and ask Yao Yue to give up when Lin Xuan lost.

But now it seems that Lin Xuan will not be able to lose for a while...

Now that Yao Yue has invited a fight, the dignified Wudang leader has no intention of avoiding the fight.

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, several white circles of light appeared in front of Chongxu.

Large circles, small circles, positive circles and diagonal circles, flashing endlessly.

The long sword of Chongxu shook again, and more and more haloes appeared on the sword.

Countless circles, big or small, bright or dark. Hide his whole body in it.

One of the apertures did not disappear, but the other one regenerated. There was no flaw in his swordsmanship at all. It felt like there were thousands of long swords protecting his whole body.

The sword power is continuous, only defending but not attacking, rising and falling one after another, without any gaps.

Tai Chi is impossible, movement is the law!

"In terms of pure moves, it is indeed a swordsmanship that puts defense first."

"...I wonder what it would be like if Master Zhang used this set of swordsmanship with his own hands."

Yao Yue stared at the countless circles created by the sword light, and a strange idea suddenly came to her mind.

Most of her cultivation is now spent on suppressing the ice energy. After helping Lin Xuan open up the Rendu Second Meridian, her physical strength has also been extremely exhausted.

With her current energy, she is not even able to see through the flaws in this sword technique.

But, it doesn’t matter anymore…

Yao Yue let out a sigh of relief and stabbed the center of the main circle with her sword.

The sword light is like clear water!

A sword came out, the sword roared, and countless sword circles were shattered at the same time!

There was a flash of blood, and a sword hit Chongxu's wrist.

Although not fatal, it was bloody.

"you!"

Chongxu groaned, endured the pain, shook out another sword circle, and retreated hurriedly.

The sword light flashed again.

Chongxu received another blow on his hand. The inner energy of the bright jade attached to the dagger invaded his meridians, and he grimaced in pain.

"How...possible!"

It’s hard to say how Zhang Sanfeng uses the Tai Chi Sword...

But at least, Chongxu still can't do it without any flaws.

However, Chongxu is also an extremely skilled person. After thinking about it, he felt that the center of the sword circle was the most dangerous place, and most people would avoid it.

If I hide the flaw in the center of the sword circle...

It’s sure to be foolproof!

Well, the strongest point is also the weakest point.

Originally there was nothing wrong with this psychological warfare idea.

Chongxu used this Tai Chi sword and was indeed not defeated.

But now, I just started using the Tai Chi Sword, and I got hit twice...

Chongxu felt the urge to vomit blood.

"..."

Yaoyue snorted, turned her dagger and turned into countless light spots, chasing Chongxu.

The sound of intensive clashes of long swords sounded like rain hitting a lotus pond.

The sword's power was exhausted, Chongxu grunted, and was stabbed twice by Yao Yue, causing blood to spurt out.

With Chongxu's martial arts, the long sword could not help but tremble violently, and it was almost impossible to hold it.

He has practiced this set of Tai Chi sword for decades, and it has become so deep into his bones.

Although Chongxu knew that Yaoyue knew about his flaw, he couldn't move the flaw to another place for a while.

Besides, Chongxu's mentality is about to collapse.

He had begun to suspect that his swordsmanship was a piece of shit.

Even if the flaw is replaced...

It's probably of no use.

"Amitabha, please give me the gift of the moon to receive my palm!"

Fang Zheng's face was as sinking as water, and as he turned his palms, they turned into countless palm shadows, photographing towards Yaoyue.

"Master, don't leave."

The roar of the dragon sounded, and a palm force that seemed to be mixed with the power of thunder, like the power of a river, slapped Fang Zheng on the back of the head from above.

The flying dragon is in the sky!

"Why."

Fang Zheng sighed softly and had no choice but to withdraw his palm strength and use all his strength to resolve Lin Xuan's palm.

He had already overestimated Yao Yue and Lin Xuan's martial arts as much as possible.

That's why I arrived with Chongxu and the other two, planning to attack and defend with no chance of failure.

But he didn't expect that Yao Yue's martial arts was much stronger than he imagined.

Chongxu's Tai Chi swordsmanship is said to be defensive but not offensive, attacking without attacking.

In terms of pure defensive power, it can be said to be the best swordsmanship in the world.

As a result, even though the girl was seriously injured, she still stabbed Chongxu with a few swords until blood spurted everywhere.

Even if Fang Zheng exerts his full strength, facing Lin Xuan, a young man with a rising reputation, he can only have a slight upper hand at most, and there is no hope of victory at all.

Could it be that the young people in the world are already so involved?

Are we, Shaolin Wudang, still considered leaders of the White Way?

For a moment, Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel that the hero was lonely.

***

"Seniors, it's bad! Something big happened on the mountain."

Several disciples ran up to the Songshan main hall in a panic, looking anxious.

"Be cautious in everything. With so many experts here, what else could happen?"

Tang Ying'e, deputy head of the Songshan Sect, scolded with a low face.

Zuo Lengchan died so suddenly that he didn't have time to share his last words and divide the cake.

Ding Mian, Lu Bai and others were not polite and robbed them randomly.

As a result, the power in his hands now decreased instead of increasing, which made him very angry.

"The patrolling disciples informed me that Shaolin Master Fang Zheng and Wudang Master Chongxu are both here..."

"Hurry up and invite me! No, all junior brothers, follow me to greet the distinguished guests."

Ding Mian was startled and said with great joy.

Fang Zheng and Chongxu's status in the world was one level higher than Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance.

However, these two people relied on their status and rarely appeared in the world.

Even though Zuo Lengchan served as the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, they only sent gifts to others and did not come in person.

Although this martial arts competition was also a major event that shocked the world, these two people had no plans to attend.

Otherwise, it would not be Jie Feng's turn to serve as a notary.

Now, no matter why they come, as long as I receive them on behalf of the Songshan Sect...

Many things seem to fall into place!

"But..., for some reason, they met Yao Yue... Alliance Leader Yao Yue and Deputy Alliance Leader Lin, and the two sides started fighting."

"According to reports from the disciples who patrolled the mountain, Taoist Master Chongxu has been injured by the leader of the Yaoyue Alliance. We still don't know what the outcome will be."

"What!"

Ding Mian turned pale with shock, and his mind was buzzing.

Without thinking much, Ding Mian suddenly took a breath and rushed out of the hall.

Almost at the same time, Jie Feng, Yue Buqun, Master Dingxian and others also hurriedly rushed up.

It's like a group of rabbits who have been hungry for several days and suddenly find a pile of carrots in front of them...

A swarm of bees rushed down the mountain.