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In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already fought.

In the original novel, Zhang Junbao was able to fight He Zudao for ten moves with the incomplete Nine Yang Manual. Under the blessing of the Nine Yang Manual, He Zudao was not sure of defeating Zhang Junbao.

It is not to say that He Zudao's internal strength in the original novel is not as good as Zhang Junbao. On the contrary, He Zudao's internal strength is actually more than one level better than Zhang Junbao.

According to the records in the original novel, in the eighth and ninth moves, Zhang Junbao was repelled by He Zudao by three steps and five steps respectively.

Zhang Junbao is indeed a martial arts prodigy that only appears once in a century, and he practices the peerless magic skill of the Nine Yang Manual.

But He Zudao is not an ordinary master either. His martial arts have long reached perfection. He can even subdue Shaolin Temple with his internal strength alone, so that the monks of Shaolin Temple dare not take action.

However, in a battle between masters of internal strength, unless both of them are determined to fight to the death and use their whole body internal strength to fight, or the difference in their skills is too big, it is difficult to determine the winner in just a few moves.

He Zudao was not sure that he could defeat Zhang Junbao within ten moves, so he chose to admit defeat in the end.

However, the current situation is different from the past. At this time, Zhang Junbao has already become a super plus version strengthened by the chat group.

He is much stronger than the young version of Zhang Junbao in the original book.

In the original book, He Zudao's internal strength is stronger than Zhang Junbao.

But now, Zhang Junbao's internal strength is three points better than He Zudao.

With the help of the basic body-building skills of the Star Domain Alliance and the hundred-year-old ginseng given by Han Li as a gift, in just ten days, our cheating player Zhang Junbao has practiced the Nine Yang Manual to the state of great success.

His internal strength is one of the best in the entire martial arts world.

As soon as they fought, He Zudao was shocked by Zhang Junbao's strong internal strength.

Why is this young man so strong at such a young age?

If He Zudao were a modern man, he would probably be complaining in his heart.

Which decent teenager can develop such a skill in his teens?

This level of martial arts reminded He Zudao of a legendary figure a hundred years ago, the master of Lingjiu Palace, Xu Zhu, the son-in-law of Xixia.

Both of them were born in Shaolin Temple, and they were also young and strong.

Okay, that's how you play it, right?

It's still an ancestral cheat, turn it off, it's really boring.

He Zudao has begun to doubt his life, whether he has lived like a dog for decades.

As the two continued to fight, He Zudao felt a wave of soreness and numbness in his arms, and his body involuntarily wanted to retreat to relieve Zhang Junbao's punch.

In order to make his face look better, He Zudao used his clever strength to transfer the power to the soles of his feet, so that he was not beaten back by Zhang Junbao.

Fortunately, the material of their feet was thick bluestone. If it was ordinary mud, He Zudao would have stepped on it and left footprints, making a fool of himself.

Only the abbot Kongming and the Zen Master Wuxiang of Shaolin Temple had very high vision. They could see at a glance that the dust next to He Zudao's feet was slightly vibrating.

This was obviously caused by the power of Zhang Junbao's fist being unable to withstand it and the power was transmitted to the ground.

Abbot Kongming and the Zen Master Wuxiang looked at each other with horror.

"This young man's boxing style is rigorous, which is fine, but his internal strength is weird!"

In a moment, the two had fought for more than a hundred moves.

He Zudao's expression also changed from being casual at the beginning to being serious.

Fortunately, the young man in front of me gave me a way out, so I didn't make a ten-move agreement with him, otherwise I would lose face this time.

He Zudao, He Zudao, I told you to be arrogant and look down on me, now you have learned your lesson.

Shaolin Temple has a thousand-year-old reputation, and there is no false reputation.

In He Zudao's opinion, if he had not learned from many schools and his martial arts were a hundred times better than the young man in front of him, and Zhang Junbao only knew the basic boxing of Shaolin Temple, he would probably have admitted defeat at the 30th move.

Every monk of Shaolin Temple who was watching this game was very excited.

Not every monk of Shaolin Temple had the same broad mind as Abbot Tianming, who simply admitted defeat if he felt that his skills were not as good as others.

Just now, watching He Zudao show off his power in Shaolin Temple, these people felt very uncomfortable.

As monks of Shaolin Temple, they have heard a saying since childhood that all martial arts in the world come from Shaolin.

In their hearts, Shaolin Temple is the authentic martial arts, the world's largest sect.

As a result, they were trampled under the feet of a Westerner, how could the monks of Shaolin Temple accept it.

But they didn't have the ability to teach He Zudao a lesson in person.

Even Master Wuxiang and Master Wuse felt inferior, and they would only be embarrassed if they went up.

Now a young monk from Shaolin Temple suddenly appeared, and he could fight He Zudao without losing at the age of twenty. This made them instantly proud and regained their confidence in being the first major sect in the martial arts world.

At this time, in the eyes of the monks of Shaolin Temple, Zhang Junbao had become a well-deserved hero of Shaolin Temple.

Master Wuxiang and Master Wuse gathered together and whispered.

"Junior brother, this young man has profound boxing skills and deep internal strength. It can be seen that he is from a famous master. Congratulations to junior brother for accepting a good disciple."

Master Wuse's face changed when he heard Master Wuxiang say this.

"Brother, isn't this your disciple? Could it be that this young man is the last disciple secretly cultivated by the abbot so that he can inherit his mantle in the future?"

The two looked at Kong Mingfang standing aside.

"Congratulations to the abbot for secretly accepting a proud disciple."

And the abbot Kongming was confused: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

The three of them were in a mess. Such an excellent disciple would never come out of a crack in the stone. Even the firework monk of the year might not have had one tenth of Zhang Junbao's strength at his age.

The old monk Xinchanqi heard all this, but his face did not show the slightest expression.

One of the old monks raised his eyebrows and his face became very fierce, but then he shook his head, suppressed his anger, and did not speak.

In their view, the face of Shaolin Temple is more important than the sky, above everything else, and solving external problems first and then solving internal problems is the right way.

After a hundred moves, Zhang Junbao and He Zudao faced each other with a palm and stopped.

He Zudao laughed loudly: "Good boy! Good boy! This trip to the Central Plains really opened my eyes. I used to be a person who only saw the world from a narrow perspective. I never thought there would be a boy as gifted as you, Junbao. Your internal strength is three points better than mine, and my moves are three points better than yours. Even if we fight for a thousand moves, I'm afraid we can't tell who will win. Let's call it a draw this time."

Zhang Junbao nodded. He Zudao's fight was just an appetizer for today's drama. He didn't show his full strength.