Flower Stealing Master

Rao is Zhang Sanfeng who has cultivated people, and he couldn't help being a little moved. Although he had served Master Jueyuan at Shaolin Temple, he was a handyman sweeping the floor and cooking tea. He had neither shavedness nor apprenticeship, and he could not say that he was a Shaolin disciple. The martial arts of the Wudang Sect were all created by him later with great concentration. As a result, the Shaolin Temple always claimed to the public that he had learned Shaolin's martial arts stealthily.

However, Zhang Sanfeng had an easygoing temperament, and at the same time he thought that if it hadn't been for Master Jueyuan to pass his own "Nine Suns Scripture", then all martial arts would have no basis. It is not an exaggeration to say that his martial arts came from Shaolin.

But no matter how magnanimous he was, he couldn’t help Shaolin being ridiculed again and again. At this moment, Xuan Cheng pointed at Sang Huai and couldn’t help being a little angry. He replied indifferently, “Although he doesn’t understand Shaolin’s 72 stunts, However, martial arts have different paths to the same goal. In recent years, the poor road has created a set of boxing techniques. If the master is interested, the two schools can discuss each other, and they should be able to comprehend by analogy and gain something."

Xuan Cheng was stunned for a moment. He intended to test how high Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts was, but the other party raised everything to the level of martial arts, but he did not dare to accept it. Although he was arrogant, he was known as the first person in Shaolin in more than two hundred years. , But Zhang Sanfeng is a half-celestial figure in the martial arts after all, and he is not sure that he will win. If he loses, wouldn't it hurt Shaolin's reputation?

However, Xuan Cheng is not a stupid person who can also study the thirteen Shaolin skills. He soon had an idea, and said loudly, "It's okay for Shaolin Wudang to communicate with each other. It's just that Zhang Zhen is a senior in martial arts. It will damage the reputation of the real person, and it is difficult to achieve the purpose of communication. I can't as well let Brother Fang Zheng, and Xu Zhu, ask the real person for advice..."

Xuan Cheng had always been arrogant and arrogant. When he changed to someone else, he would never disdain to join hands with others, but Zhang Sanfeng was too famous. Although he thinks of his own martial arts, he may not lose to the opponent alone, but it is about Shaolin's reputation, so he still intends to be safe.

Fang Zheng groaned slightly. Although he felt it was disgraceful to fight with more and less, the monks of Shaolin Temple have been curious about Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation level over the years. However, Zhang Sanfeng does not go out of the mountains on weekdays. What matters in the rivers and lakes is also caused by a bunch of disciples. To deal with it, Shaolin Temple didn't have a chance to investigate it. Now this opportunity is rare in a lifetime, and Fang Zheng naturally doesn't want to miss it.

As for Xu Zhu, if he can fight against martial arts myths like Zhang Sanfeng, he is too happy to have time, so how can he refuse?

Seeing the unanimous tacit understanding of the three monks, Song Qingshu couldn't help furious: "What a Shaolin Temple, do you plan to have more people and less people? Since they are counted by seniority, the two masters are also my predecessors, and they will help Zhang Zhenren. There is nothing to say."

In Song Qingshu's view, whether it is Xuancheng, Fangzheng or Xuzhu, they are among the top masters in the arena. With their current cultivation base, it is of course no problem to deal with one, but it can only deal with two at the same time. Protect yourself and deal with the three people joining forces, only to escape from a distance. Although Zhang Sanfeng is a master of good fortune, he is a hundred years old after all, in case there is a mistake in the middle...

Xuan Cheng sneered and said, "Who is Zhen Zhang in the martial arts, how can he join forces with others to fight the enemy?"

Song Qingshu wanted to say something, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and said: "Thank you for your kindness, little brother, but it is not so easy for the three of them to beat the poor way."

Song Qingshu was startled slightly. Listening to his tone, he didn't seem to put the three of them together in his heart. He couldn't help being surprised: "It's the boy Meng Lang, please, Zhang Zhenren please."

Xuan Cheng also felt contempt, and couldn't help secretly being angry, and said in a deep voice: "In this case, the poor monk is offended." After speaking, the whole person turned into a red light and struck Zhang Sanfeng.

Fang Zheng and Xuzhu glanced at each other, and did not follow suit. After all, they were extremely relieved of Xuan Cheng's cultivation base, so let him test each other's details first.

Halfway through Xuan Cheng's palm, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground was swept up all over the sky. Even though it was not the opponent's target, the rest of the field was forced to step back by the aftermath of the palm.

Ren Yingying yelled, she closed her eyes and gently buried her head in Song Qingshu's chest to avoid the wind and sand. Smelling the faint fragrance of her body, Song Qingshu had an unprecedented affection for Xuan Cheng: this great monk is so good at assisting!

Suddenly, the exclamation of Wu Yunzhu came in his ears. Song Qingshu looked back and saw that she staggered and fell back. Of course he didn't want to see the other side's delicate cheeks smashed on the ground and freed up. With the other hand, the ape's arm was long and comfortable, and he took Wu Yunzhu's slender waist and hugged her back.

"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu's face was reddened, and the scholar Ren Yingying put his head on his arm.

As for Azi, one of You Tan had appeared in front of her a long time ago, blocking the wind and sand for her, so Song Qingshu didn't have to worry about it. It's a pity that Azi didn't look at the slightest gratitude, and he secretly complained: Huh, this dead iron ugly doesn't have any eyesight. People originally wanted to lie in the arms of the owner, but if you did it, it made the little one cheaper. Nizi.

Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the minds of the women, but instead focused on the two people in the field. Although he was extremely assured of Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuan Cheng was no ordinary expert.

Seeing Xuan Cheng's horrifying attack, Zhang Sanfeng smiled on his face and did not have the slightest intention of evasiveness. He allowed the opponent to slash it. Only when the opponent's palm was about to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to the opponent's wrist. go with.

Perhaps it was about to attack the opponent, Xuan Cheng would leak his palm strength, and the wind on the court suddenly became much smaller. Everyone present, even Wu Yunzhu who does not know martial arts can see Zhang Sanfeng's movements clearly. His movements are too slow, and even Wu Yunzhu feels that his movements of raising his hands are much faster than him.

What shocked everyone was that Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand surprisingly slowly, but he moved and sent first, and promptly held Xuan Cheng’s wrist and pushed it aside. Xuan Cheng suddenly felt a soft force coming from his wrist. The whole person was a little unstable, and he staggered aside.

Ren Yingying subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the man behind him, thinking inwardly: Zhang Sanfeng's move seemed slow but fast, and was quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Could it be that this man's cultivation has reached Zhang Sanfeng's realm. Is it?

Xuan Cheng leaped back in a hurry, and opened the distance with the opponent. Zhang Sanfeng didn't pursue it. He glanced at the leaves shattered by his palm and couldn't help but praised: "Prajna palm is indeed the tallest in Shaolin Temple. Deep palm."

Xuan Cheng snorted, making the first move so embarrassed. Of course Zhang Sanfeng's compliment sounded very harsh. However, he didn't pay much attention to the failure of this move. After all, this move was mostly probing. He only used 50% of his skill and used false moves in the majority.

Fang Zheng coughed lightly: "The younger generation has practiced the Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm for many years, and I would like to ask a real person for advice."