Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

He Zudao is also a top expert, so he can naturally feel the amazing power in his fists.

He was shocked, and the movement of his hand suddenly slowed by half a minute.

Jueyuan seized the opportunity and avoided the sword dangerously and dangerously.

At this time, Zhang Junbao's fist had hit He Zudao's shoulder.

For a moment, He Zudao only felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, and he suddenly stood unsteadily.

Boom boom boom!

After taking a few steps back in a row, he barely stood still, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Unexpectedly, such a young boy could have such martial arts skills.

In front of the Shaolin Temple, many elders were also dumbfounded. .

Chapter 14

Wuxiang did not expect that just last night, Jueyuan brought this son to visit late at night, saying that he wanted to let him practice martial arts, and today, this son showed such amazing martial arts.

The punch just now seemed bland, but the timing, angle, strength, and moves were all just right.

There is a faint feeling of turning the rotten into a magical feeling.

Not to mention a young man, even a master like him who has been infested in martial arts for decades, could not think of a better way to face the situation just now.

This guy is so amazing!

The thought in Wuxiang's heart flashed by, and he was surprised at first, and then burned with anger.

How dare this son openly lie and conceal his martial arts training?

Wuxiang looked at Zhang Junbao's eyes, and a murderous intent loomed.

"The place where the crouching tiger hides the dragon in Shaolin Temple is really no trivial matter. Even a little boy has such skills."

"Good boy, let's make a gesture. You only need to take ten of my moves, and He Zudao will never walk in the middle of the earth for life."

He Zudao was kicked back by Zhang Junbao, and his face was a little uneasy.

I want him to be the three saints of Kunlun, who are superb in martial arts, and have been in the Western Regions for decades, and have never met an opponent.

If he was defeated by a teenage boy and spread to the rivers and lakes, how could he stand still?

Thinking of this, He Zudao showed the long sword in his hand and let out a neigh, the sword light flooded the sky like a tide.

Zhang Junbao knew for a long time that once he made a move, he would not be able to do anything good today.

After all, He Zudao is a top-notch expert. Although his martial arts have suddenly advanced in the past few days, after all, the time is short, how can he be his opponent?

But Zhang Junbao didn't regret it, he couldn't just watch Master Jueyuan die under the sword of He Zudao.

Seeing He Zudao's sword light coming, Zhang Junbao waved his fist to meet him.

In his hands, Arhat Fist is like a dragon flying for nine days, his movements are condensed like a mountain, and his palms are like the Yangtze River.

In the eyes of Wuxiang, there is all horror.

"His boxing technique is so rigorous, that's all, this kind of internal strength..."

Wu Xiang took a deep breath, but the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.

This son's martial arts is so high, but he is unwilling to stay in Shaolin and become a monk, so he can't be kept.

Before this, there were also examples of lay disciples in Shaolin Temple who were unwilling to ordination, but later turned against each other.

Not to mention, Wu has already held a grudge against Zhang Junbao.

He Zudao made eight consecutive moves, all of which were calmly resolved by Zhang Junbao.

"If I can't even deal with this yellow-mouthed young man, but dare to go to the Shaolin Temple to leave a book to challenge me, wouldn't I teach the heroes of the world and lose my teeth from laughing?"

As soon as he thought of this, the sword stance suddenly changed, and he no longer had any intention of temptation, and made a real killing move.

For a time, Zhang Junbao only felt that the sword light was all in front of him, like a mountain, it was tight and airtight, and there was no single flaw.

He is stronger than he is, and the breeze blows the hills.

He runs his side, and the bright moon shines on the river.

At this critical moment, Zhang Junbao suddenly remembered an essential part of Jiuyang Divine Art.

The moment he was calm, he just punched out flat.

This move seems to be plain, but in fact, it alludes to the essence of Jiuyang magic. On the surface, it is just an ordinary Arhat Fist, but it has its own infinite wonderfulness.

"it is good!"

In front of the Shaolin Temple, dozens of elders applauded in unison, admiring Zhang Junbao's move and praising him for resolving the most complicated enemy moves with the most bland and unremarkable moves in Arhat Fist.

Turn the ingenious into the magical, and the bland into the subtle.

Such a response has already shown the demeanor of a martial arts master.

You know, he is only a teenager.

He Zudao was also stunned. He never thought that his own killer move would be resolved by this young man like this.

Now that the nine moves have passed, if the tenth move doesn't win again, then it's really shameless to hang around in the arena.

Thinking of this, his sword light flashed, and he no longer had any hidden secrets, and showed his unique skills in his life.

In front of the Shaolin Temple, hundreds of people were silent, and everyone knew that this sword was the source of He Zudao's fame all his life, and he did his best.

Can Zhang Junbao take it?

Before the sword strike, Zhang Junbao felt that his whole body was enveloped by a murderous intent.

The feeling of death has never been so close.

He knew that at this point, if he didn't try his best to get that chance, he might die on the spot.

"The flying dragon is in the sky."

Zhang Junbao shouted angrily and displayed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Eighteen palms for subduing dragons, it turned out to be eighteen palms for subduing dragons, how could this son have eighteen palms for subduing dragons?"

After all, Wuxiang is the head of Bodhidharma. He has extensive knowledge and immediately saw the martial arts moves used by Zhang Junbao, and his heart suddenly set off a huge wave.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is a famous secret in the world. Looking at the whole world, only a few people can subdue the Dragon Eighteen Palms.

Shaolin Temple does not have this unique skill.

Zhang Junbao, a handyman disciple of Shaolin layman, where did he learn such a unique skill?

This thought flashed by, and I saw that the situation on the field had regenerated and changed.

The power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is indeed no trivial matter.

He Zudao was forced to withdraw his sword and retreated a few steps before barely standing.

He is a good player who has been famous for many years, and the other party is just a teenager.

After ten moves in a row, he did not take down his opponent, but was forced to retreat by one move.

He suddenly looked up and smiled.

"What's the way, what's the way, it's really crazy."

Immediately, he bowed his hands to Wuxiang.

"Shaolin Temple's martial arts have been famous for thousands of years, and it really is no trivial matter. Today, Kuangsheng's eyes have been opened, and it is known that under the reputation, there is no false person. Admiration, admiration!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and counted with his toes, and he floated away.

In front of the Shaolin Temple, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there are so many of them, once they start, He Zudao will definitely be defeated.

But if this is true, the Shaolin Temple will lose its prestige on the rivers and lakes.

Fortunately, a lay disciple took action and repelled the formidable enemy.

It seems that this son will definitely get a lot of awards.

The Shaolin disciples in front of the temple all thought so, and they were full of envy when they saw Zhang Junbao's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Wuxiang, who was standing above, raised his eyebrows suddenly, his face full of murderous intent.

"Zhang Junbao, let me ask you, who taught you this martial arts?".

Chapter 15

This angry shout immediately caused the surrounding Shaolin disciples to feel extremely shocked.

I thought that Zhang Junbao would definitely be rewarded, but I didn't expect that there was a hint of anger in Wuxiang's voice.

It seems to be blaming him?

Zhang Junbao took a deep look at Wuxiang, knowing that there was malice in his heart.

At this moment, the sound of the system sounded in his ear.

"Ding, it was detected that the host repelled the three saints of Kunlun He Zudao, and the chance reward is being distributed..."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the second level of Yi Jin Jing."

Hearing the sound of the system machinery, Zhang Junbao suddenly felt joy in his heart.

He felt that there was an inexplicable awareness in his mind, which was naturally the method of Yi Jin Jing.

Facing Wuxiang's questioning, Zhang Junbao knew very well that it would be difficult to pass the test today.

Wuxiang, this old bald donkey, has a grudge against himself.

He helped Shaolin defeat a strong enemy by himself. Not only was he not grateful, but he wanted to use the name of private martial arts training to destroy himself.

Shaolin has such ungrateful villains who take personal revenge to gain power, and they are determined not to stay any longer.