Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

Zhang Sanfeng has not answered yet, but another person answered.

"Yes, I think you are young, you should be walking around the world for the first time, and it is normal to worship such great heroes as Guo Daxia. But Guo Daxia is busy with business, I am afraid that you will not be able to find time to see the little Taoist priest."

"Little Taoist priest, you are waiting quietly in the city for the martial arts conference to be held. At that time, you will be able to meet Guo Daxia."

"Who is Zhang Sanfeng? I've never heard of this name. An unknown junior, also wants to meet Guo Daxia?"

"Yes, there are tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners in the city. If anyone comes, Guo Daxia has to meet them, shouldn't they be exhausted?"

……

Zhang Sanfeng just turned a deaf ear to what these people said, just smiled and looked at the two disciples of the beggar gang in front.

"Whether the two of you can communicate, say Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, came to visit Guo Daxia."

The two beggar gang disciples shook their heads.

"Brother, I'm afraid this will not work. Guo Daxia is dealing with all kinds of opportunities..."

"You just have to report to your gang leader Yeluqi, let him tell Guo Daxia, and say that I, Zhang Sanfeng, can make the barbarians retire."

Zhang Sanfeng said it decisively.

When the two beggar gang disciples heard him speak so arrogantly, and even called the beggar gang leader Yeluqi's name, their expressions suddenly changed.

The people in the rivers and lakes next to them also talked a lot.

"It's crazy, where is this little Taoist priest coming from?"

"A guy who doesn't know how high the sky is, how dare he call Yelu Gang Master's name!"

"A little Taoist priest without even hair, actually said that he could retreat from the barbarian army?"

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but he doesn't understand etiquette, so he should be taught a lesson."

……

Of course Zhang Sanfeng was too lazy to care about these people.

He is the head of Wudang, and he doesn't even look down on the position of the head of the Five Sacred Mountains. It is really disgraceful to care about these little fish and shrimp.

However, he didn't want to deal with it, but others wanted to come to the door.

"Yellow-haired boy, let the lord see how capable you are?"

A man wearing a mino hat and a trench coat stopped in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

"This is Hei Jiu of the Tiesha Gang. His five dragon claws are very good. This little Taoist will suffer."

"Hei Jiu is a famous figure in the rivers and lakes. It would be a loss of identity to attack a young boy."

"This young man is so arrogant, it's better to teach him a lesson."

"This time, this little Taoist priest is going to suffer a lot."

……

Everyone was laughing, waiting to see Zhang Sanfeng being taught by Hei Jiu.

"You want to challenge me?"

A very strange expression appeared on Zhang Sanfeng's face.

"challenge?"

Hei Jiu sneered.

"Master is here to teach you a lesson."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly jumped, his five fingers turned into claws, and attacked Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng gently avoided him, stretched out his hand around his shoulder, followed his approach, and used his strength to fight.

This is the effort of four or two thousand pounds.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't even use any internal strength.

Just like this, Hei Jiu's body suddenly choked, and with a thud, he fell to the ground ruthlessly.

There was silence all around.

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe what was in front of them.

After a while, it suddenly became lively again.

"What's going on here, am I right?"

"Hei Jiu actually lost?"

"Is the little Taoist so powerful?"

"I see that the little Taoist shot, the moves are ordinary, the speed of the shot is neither fast nor slow, and there is no internal strength..."

"The trick of the little Taoist is very clever."

"The little Taoist should be lucky, Hei Jiu has capsized in the gutter."

"Yes, it's just luck, I can see it clearly."

"It's not wrong at all, it's just luck, it's purely a fluke to win the Black Nine."

"I have to admire, the luck of the little Taoist is really against the sky."

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Chapter 58

How did these people know that Zhang Sanfeng was using the most superior martial art—Tai Chi.

It looks simple and unpretentious, the shot is not fast, and it doesn't even use a bit of strength, but it hides the way of unity between heaven and man.

As the so-called "turning rotten into magic".

Ingeniously not working.

Hei Jiu got up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just now, the fall was not light, and the teeth fell out a few times.

In the eyes he looked at Zhang Sanfeng, he suddenly had a bit of killing intent.

The muscles on his face were slightly contorted by excessive anger.

"Boy, you are courting death."

After Hei Jiu finished speaking, the five dragon claws of luck again grabbed towards Zhang Sanfeng.

He felt that he was careless just now and accidentally hit the opponent's trick.

This time, Hei Jiu used his famous stunt "Five Capture God Transformation".

The seemingly simple claw actually contains five to twenty-five changes. No matter how the opponent responds, it cannot escape the shadow of the claw.

Relying on this move, Hei Jiu has defeated many opponents.

This is his unique trick and will not be used easily.

But now Hei Jiu is furious.

I just want to take Zhang Sanfeng down and restore the lost face.

A look of contempt flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's eyes.

Hei Jiu's martial arts may be considered very clever by ordinary people in the arena.

In his eyes, it was really not enough.

Zhang Sanfeng still shot calmly.

"Pfft!"

Hei Jiu fell out again.

His head hit the ground hard.

This time, it fell even harder.

The crowd around, suddenly sounded the sound of gasping for breath.

If the first time was luck, then this time, I am afraid that the word luck cannot be explained.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's shot was unpretentious, and on the surface, there was nothing outstanding about it.

Still haven't even seen him use any inner strength.

Even the speed of the shot is neither fast nor slow, neither fast nor slow.

However, it is just right.

Not a little more, a little less, just right.

It was as if everything was in his foreknowledge.

Just like rehearsing.

"How is this going?"

"Hei Jiu missed again?"

"The luck of this little Taoist is too good, right?"

"This little Taoist, shouldn't he pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?"

"The little Taoist really doesn't look like a master?"

"Whether it is the speed of the shot or the skill used, the little Taoist is not like a master."

……

These people in the arena are actually just the bottom.

But the most in martial arts are people like them.

True masters are always in the minority.