Chapter 48 Hope, You Are No Longer Me
"Me?" The little novice was a little dazed, a little dazed, the old Taoist who could walk in the air actually chose him as his opponent.
This young monk who just became a monk couldn't understand it and couldn't believe it.
"Master?" The little novice looked at the master beside him begging for help. This old Taoist is too bullying. He has just learned a set of Shaolin Changquan. How could he be his opponent? As long as the master said that he disagreed, he immediately refused.
"Jun Bao, since that Taoist priest asked you to discuss a lesson, you can go up and fight him." The master of the little novice, with a simple and honest face, didn't think there was anything wrong. I don't know, I thought the white-haired Daoist above wanted to point out his disciples.
"Master, you?" The little novice had a look of grief and indignation, and the master actually pushed him into the fire pit.
Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the little novice turned his head every step of the way. As long as the master called him to go back, he turned his head and left immediately. However, until the stage of the competition, the little novice did not wait for the master's call.
"Did you see that when the little monk walked towards the competition stage just now, his legs swayed slightly, and he was doing a strange frequency. Is this a kind of magical footwork?"
"I feel the same, don't you see? That little monk, every time he takes a step forward, the vibration frequency of his legs is much faster."
"Yeah, it looks like Bodhidharma was either reincarnated, or an eminent monk showed Buddha's Nirvana and was reborn. It's amazing."
"Look at the little monk moving?" Someone in the crowd yelled, and everyone's eyes instantly shifted to the little monk under the competition stage.
I saw his feet stand on tiptoe slightly, his hands stretched out straight, in an upright position.
"What kind of lightness kung fu do I know?" In the crowd, a white-haired old man said excitedly, "I have heard that there is a peerless lightness kung fu in Jianghu, which is not for those who are not gifted. The young monk in front of me may have learned it. "
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
"Are you talking about it?" A young man in blue beside the white-haired old man urged with a face full of urging, half of what he said, isn't it tantalizing?
The people around all looked at the white-haired old man impatiently. The white-haired old man looked at the eyes attracted by him, and he was a little proud, "It is rumored that there was once a master in the world who watched the white clouds in the sky and created a set of supreme steps. The law, ten thousand miles of clear clouds step, within ten thousand miles of clear clouds is the step."
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he patted his head and remembered this footwork, as if he saw it from a novel.
However, regardless of these, anyway, no one knows the truth.
"Look quickly, the posture of the little novice has been prepared, he is going to use the Thousand Miles Cloud Walk." The blue-clothed youth beside the white-haired old man said excitedly.
Within ten thousand miles, white clouds are the steps. This is such a profound light kungfu martial arts, which is no less than the previous theory of sword moves without swords and moves.
The next moment, the little novice's feet were much higher again, and he stood there for a while, then turned to look at Zhou Yang, "I can't climb up, owner."
Zhou Yang's face twitched slightly, and with a light finger, the suspended martial arts platform slowly descended, and finally it was only one foot above the ground, and the little novice stepped up.
"What kind of walking is this?" Around the young man, a person glared at him. What kind of peerless light work is this?
"I didn't say it, he said it." The young man pointed, and the expressionless white-haired old man beside him said angrily. It was because he believed the old man's words that he lost face in front of so many people.
"Young people nowadays really have no sense of shame. Who would believe that you think of me as a three-year-old child?" The white-haired old man said with a look of contempt.
"That is, if something happens to the young people nowadays, they just blame the old people. You see how old they are, and you have the nerve to frame others." The martial arts people around who didn't know the situation said to the young people one after another, Verbal and written criticism, and rounds of moral rape.
"You go first!"
On the martial arts arena, Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist robe moved without wind, making a loud noise, his white beard was a foot long, but he didn't move a muscle.
Everyone in the audience felt a majestic momentum coming towards them, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, and their chests felt slightly tight, making it difficult to breathe.
On the other hand, the young novice novice just felt a gust of cool breeze blowing by, which made him feel a little bit cooler, and his mood was relieved a lot, and his nervousness was slightly relieved.
"Be careful." The little novice clasped his fist at Zhang Sanfeng, stepped forward, punched with a cross, and ran quickly in small steps, directly hitting Zhang Sanfeng's chest.
Zhang Sanfeng drew a strange arc with his left hand, blocking the little monk's fist.
boom!
There was a thunderous explosion in the sky.
An invisible force spread around the two of them, forming a slight whirlwind in Wanjie Building, blowing everyone's hair to dance with the wind.
"Fuck! I can assure you that this little monk has definitely become the golden bell cover of Shaolin Temple. If there is no terrible defense for the internal force just now, the viscera and six internal organs will definitely be shattered into powder."
"You didn't see the collision of inner strength between the little novice and Zhang Sanfeng. If there is no deep inner strength, how can they remain still? Shaolin Temple Yijinjing, the power is the most astonishing, what the young monk must practice is Yijinjing."
"You are all wrong. I can assure you that this little novice has definitely mastered the long-lost Shaolin Temple's marrow-washing sutra. Even the young monk in front of me is an eminent monk in Shaolin Temple. After mastering the marrow-washing sutra, he will wash his tendons and cut his marrow, and rejuvenate himself."
On the stage, the little novice slammed Zhang Sanfeng's palms with his fists, and the invisible vigor continued to spread around.
"What rhythm is this?" Zhou Yang was a little dazed. The little novice is the reincarnation of Bodhidharma. Don't talk nonsense, he is just an ordinary little novice. in front of you.
Those martial arts masters in the audience all had weird faces, they naturally felt that those gusts that kept blowing around were all created by Zhang Sanfeng, relying on his powerful true energy, and the little novice really didn't emit any internal energy out.
Could it be that some peerless eminent monk really rejuvenated his old age, his true energy has reached the level of returning to nature, and they can't feel it anymore?
"Okay, the little monk is mighty, hurry up and defeat that old Taoist priest." Hearing a crisp sound like pearls falling on a jade plate, a girl about the same age as the little monk looked excited. She was wearing an apricot yellow shirt and a pair of With big smart eyes, he stared closely at the majestic little novice above.
Hearing the melodious voice like a yellow warbler, the little novice couldn't help turning his head to look, and saw a girl with a weird appearance, who waved her hand at him, and suddenly, she couldn't help blushing, thinking in her heart that this girl seemed to be painting The fairy in the book, peerless and charming, made him unable to resist getting close to her.
hum!
Just as the girl in the yellow shirt cheered, a more violent momentum erupted from Zhang Sanfeng's body, forming an invisible yin-yang fish between him and the little monk.
The yin-yang fish kept spinning, Zhang Sanfeng and the little novice soared into the air, and while everyone was stunned, they shot from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the sky. The girl's applause, a set of Shaolin Changquan made it perfect, and on Zhang Sanfeng's forehead, bean-sized sweat kept rolling down.
"Little monk, come on!"
"Little monk, come on!"
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Under the competition stage, only the cheers of the girl in light yellow shirt remained.
And those martial arts practitioners under the martial arts competition stage were already stunned in shock. Ye Gucheng and Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was too fast, which made them unable to see clearly and felt a little unreal.
It's not like these two people, punching to the flesh, fighting from the sky to the bottom, and from the ground to the sky, this is the real master duel in their minds.
Finally, after two hundred rounds of the battle, Zhang Sanfeng's complexion turned pale, obviously his internal strength was exhausted too much. When Zhang Sanfeng saw the girl in the apricot-yellow shirt with her big eyes fixed on the little monk on the stage, the corner of his mouth could not help but smile. But there was a hint of bitterness.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Zhang Sanfeng's hands turned into countless palm images, and they patted the meridians all over the body of the little novice. The little novice felt his whole body tremble and refreshed. The next moment, he realized that he had fallen under the competition stage, thinking of the applause from the girl in yellow , I felt a little lost in my heart.
"Master, are you okay?" Zhang Sanfeng had just walked down the stage, Wudang master Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng nervously, in his mind, he was an invincible master, but he had never been so weak before, and at the same time, endless thoughts arose in his heart Confuse.
Zhang Sanfeng didn't reply, turned his head to look at the little novice monk and the girl in yellow shirt who were chatting happily, and couldn't help touching the pair of iron arhats who had been carrying them for nearly a hundred years. He had memories, blessings, and nostalgia, and whispered, "Hope You are no longer me."
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