Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are just cultivating immortality

Taoist priest Zhang Zhishun took a look at Kao Guai. After diagnosing his pulse, he looked at Guo Ming with satisfaction and praised: "You are much more ruthless than that kid. I am very satisfied."

Officer Jiang Dajiang came over. He looked at Kao Cai, who was also unconscious, and asked curiously: "Old Taoist Master, I know this. Can I use a silver needle to prick his laughing tiger's den to wake him up?"

"In the future, when Pindao treats diseases and saves people, you kid, stay away from me. I'm really afraid that I might stab you twice if I can't help myself."

"This guy was really hit in the heart and elbow. His heart stopped briefly and his internal organs were severely displaced. You actually said that you were poking at the tiger's den, are you still a human being?" Taoist priest Zhang Zhishun said angrily.

Just after he finished speaking, his voice changed: "However, although this guy is seriously injured, in my opinion, it is a minor injury! Still a minor injury!!"

"You help carry the person to a cool place, and then I will give him two injections, and then prescribe two courses of Chinese medicine. It will take a week at most, and the person will be fine."

The fans in the live broadcast room saw that Kaucai's chest was full of silver needles, and they couldn't help but complain.

"I wonder, is the injury like this still minor? Is there any justice?"

"Perhaps in Zhang Daozhang's mind, as long as he doesn't die at the same place, it's not considered a serious injury."

"Damn it, is Zhuangquan so much better than Muay Thai?"

"If I had those medical skills, I would be much more ruthless than Mr. Zhang when I brag."

"Muay Thai is the grandson of Zhuang Quan. Zhuang Quan has long taught the unique skills and mental techniques that should be called. Now the two boxing techniques have almost the same lethality. The main reason is that Guo Daxia is so good at fighting."

After Guo Ming saw Kaucai being carried away, he still stood there, with his hands clasped in his fists, and said: "Director Jiang, let us two handle the competition between your master and my uncle."

"Mangshan Guo family, Zhuangquan Guo Ming, please give me some advice."

"Tianyuan Taoist Temple, Tai Chi Jiang Yun, please!"

Jiang Yun clasped his fists in return and showed the starting hand posture of Tai Chi.

Guo Ming never liked to talk nonsense. He shouted loudly and without saying a word, he kicked his foot and crushed a piece of bluestone, and then he rushed over.

He is a martial arts fanatic. He has liked martial arts competitions since he was a child, and he likes to beat people and be beaten.

If it weren't for this reason, Uncle Guo wouldn't have sent him to Tianyuan Taoist Temple to fight... Alas, no, it was a martial arts competition.

Jiang Yun also wanted to test the limits of his physical body. He stepped forward, raised his hand and punched out.

The two fists clashed together, making a crisp sound.

They took several steps back at the same time, looking at each other in surprise.

"Director Jiang, I didn't expect that your strength is not inferior to mine."

"Both and each other, you are not bad either!" Jiang Yun rubbed his wrist and praised.

In a very short period of time, the two of them exchanged dozens of moves.

Guo Ming comes from a family of martial arts students. He has been practicing South Boxing and North Kung Fu since he was a child, and he also has some knowledge of various martial arts schools.

So when he used his moves, he scratched, chopped, hammered, lifted, pinched, and pecked. All kinds of moves, like flowing clouds and flowing water, directly attacked Jiang Yun's weak point.

Jiang Yun relied on his internal strength to protect himself and his top-level understanding of Tai Chi. He had no trouble dealing with Guo Ming's attack.

The onlookers were stunned, applauded and shouted that it was wonderful.

This is the kind of martial arts scene that should be seen in a kickhouse. What were the fights in the previous three games?

Taoist priest Chen Yunlong smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, these two are both unparalleled geniuses. There is no one else who can get together today."

"This should be the pinnacle of the current competition between Chinese physical cultivators and legal cultivators. Even if you and I play, we may not be able to take advantage of them at all."

Zhang Zhishun stroked his gray beard. He stared at the field and murmured to himself: "It's terrible, it's terrible. If we fight like this, one of us will definitely die and the other will be seriously injured!"

Taoist Master Chen Yunlong was stunned. He said in shock: "Mr. Zhang, didn't you say that as long as a person survives, they are all minor injuries in your eyes?"

"That's for ordinary people. Which of those two guys is an ordinary person?" Elder Zhang said very unhappily.

Every time at this time, he would feel that he was not a god, but just an ordinary mortal.

The water friends in the live broadcast room have had their eyes opened today.

"That hero Guo is so fierce. He was able to fight with the Taoist Priest for so long. It's amazing!"

"I can only give 94 points to their competition because I parked my car in the emergency lane to watch the live broadcast and was deducted 6 points by the traffic police."

"Suddenly I feel hurt by them, and I can't seem to bear it."

"Brother, be confident, you won't be able to handle it."

"Their boxing skills are not good, but my father's boxing skills are unparalleled in the world. If you ask me what boxing skills I have, the one of course is drinking and punching [dog head to save life]."

"If I had a chance and let either of them punch me, I feel like I would have enough food and clothing for the rest of my life."

The more Guo Ming fought, the crazier he became. He finally seized the opportunity, raised his elbow, and hit Jiang Yun's chest with a slap.

Jiang Yun's internal energy filled his legs. He touched the ground with his toes and floated back more than two meters, barely escaping Zhuang Fist's special move - Gong Da Ding.

Even if it was a tiger, if it had been stabbed just now, the tiger's life would definitely not be guaranteed.

Taking advantage of Guo Ming's opportunity to turn around and change his moves, Jiang Yun landed on his feet, his internal energy filling his whole body, his shoulders shaking, and he ran directly into Guo Ming's arms.

Click!

Everyone only heard a crisp sound, and then saw Guo Ming flying four or five steps backwards, with a wisp of black blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Yun clasped his hands in his fists and said with some shame: "Brother Guo, I accept the concession."

"You're welcome, Director Jiang. I am convinced that I lost this time. After the injury heals, we can continue the competition next time."

"When I came here, my uncle always told me to be careful, but I didn't take it seriously. Now it seems that I was hasty. Even if there is only one person left in Tianyuan Taoist Temple, it should not be underestimated!" Guo Ming sighed.

Taoist priest Zhang Zhishun led everyone to Guo Ming. After some inspection, he found that the two white eyebrows were gradually twisted together.

"Yunlong, the boy from the Guo family has two broken ribs and internal organs that were shocked. Based on my experience, he will have to recuperate for at least half a year."

"We don't know each other without fighting. You two elders are good friends who love each other and kill each other. You two are also very close."

"Come on, Guo boy, you can't go back. During this period, you can stay in Tianyuan Gym to recuperate." Elder Taoist Zhang said.

Guo Ming just wanted to retort, but when he moved, he pulled the internal injury on his chest. He immediately opened his mouth in pain and gasped.

He was carried into the Taoist temple, forced his upper body up, and asked: "Director Jiang, to be honest, I am a fan of your swordsmanship. Can you let me see with my own eyes how strong your swordsmanship is?"

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"Of course you can."

Jiang Yun took the eight-treasure sword, drew it and looked around. Everyone around him stepped back a lot.

He had no choice but to turn his attention to Taoist Master Chen Yunlong. After all, he was the leader of the Wudang Sect, and he was also a master of swordsmanship who could use sword energy.

"You kid, don't point the tip of your sword at anyone. Didn't your master teach you that?"

"You can find a handy prop and show off your swordsmanship. Don't take advantage of me. I'll help you control the situation today. Do you have the nerve to kill me?" Taoist priest Chen Yunlong said angrily.

Jiang Yun was helpless. His eyes looked around in front of the Taoist temple, and finally locked on a very familiar prop.

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