Little Monk Baoli is the hope for the Shaolin Sect to rise again, and Mr. Woodcutter is also the hope for the Xiaoyao Sect to come back again.
The difference is that Little Monk Baoli is already well-known in the world, but Mr. Woodcutter has only appeared in the world recently. Even though some people say that his martial arts are extremely high, no one has ever seen him.
Everyone believes that seeing is believing. Without seeing it in person, not many people would truly believe it, no matter how powerful the rumors are.
Huang Jishan's answer was exactly what he meant by Xiaoyao Sect: "Yes, he is Huang Jishan, the only son of my young disciple Huang Yuefeng. He is an authentic third-generation disciple of Xiaoyao Sect."
"Could it be that the donor is Mr. Woodcutter in the rumors? Even if you are really a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, the young monk has never fought with the unknown people. Even if he had to compete with the people of the Xiaoyao Sect, the young monk could only compete with the Tianming donor." Baoli Monk said. The words contained a strong sense of ridicule, directly referring to Mr. Huang Jishan, a woodcutter, as a "nobody". How could this be the words of a Buddhist?
Just now, the young monk Baoli had already seen that the martial arts of Mr. Huang Jishan, a woodcutter, was by no means inferior to his, and he had been disrupted by Ren Xiaoyao's hypnotic magic before. Now, there must be something wrong with Huang Jishan. Defeat without victory. Even when he was not injured, he was not sure of winning against a master like Huang Jishan.
As any fool knows, pick the soft persimmons. Monk Baoli has sharp eyes. He has already seen that although Huang Jishan's junior brother Tianming is famous, his behavior is frivolous and he is not as stable as Huang Jishan, and his skills are also much inferior. Baoli didn't want to lose to Huang Jishan, but he also didn't want to show his timidity, so he had to avoid Huang Jishan and challenge the weaker Tianming.
It is said that hard work can make up for weakness, and this is certainly true. But although diligence can make up for clumsiness, it cannot make up for talent.
Comparing people with others is infuriating, so comparing goods with others should be thrown away.
Goods are good and bad; people's abilities are indeed good and bad. In other words, there is a huge gap in people's talents. This gap cannot be bridged even by hard work. This can also explain why some people reach a certain high level without any effort; while some people spend their entire lives but are still unable to break through their bottlenecks. Sometimes, hard work alone is not enough. You have to be down-to-earth and do what you can. Blindly demanding things that are beyond your ability will most likely lead to a futile journey.
"Compared, am I still afraid of you?" Tianming is young and energetic, and is far less stable than Huang Jishan.
"Ming'er, don't be impulsive, his skills are superior to yours." Ren Xiaoyao was a little worried when he saw Tian Ming being agitated, so he had to remind him in a low voice.
"Don't worry! Master, disciples and grandsons have their own sense of proportion." Although Tianming said it politely, he was actually angry with Huang Jishan. He did not believe that his martial arts skills were inferior to those of Baoli Monk and Huang Jishan.
"Junior brother, beware of this little monk's dirty tricks. His intentions are not right." Huang Jishan saw that his master acquiesced in Tianming's battle, so he couldn't stop him.
"I understand, thank you, senior brother, for reminding me." Tianming said, and walked to the young monk Baoli.
"You want to compete with me? Just come over here." Tianming said.
"Young Master Tianming of Xiaoyao Sect is indeed extraordinary." His compliments were just to smooth over his previous words.
"You, a monk, can actually flatter me. Is it possible that this is what the abbot taught you?" Tianming asked with a smile.
Tianming's words immediately made everyone burst into laughter, but the little monk Baoli remained calm.
"The young monk is just telling the truth and has no intention of flattery..."
"Stop talking about useless things with me, don't you think I'm easy to bully? Why are you farting like that? Let's fight as soon as possible." Although Tianming is not as stable as Huang Jishan, his thinking is lively and quick, compared to the dull one Huangji Mountain is much more cheerful and lively.
Tian Ming had already explained what he had said. No matter how much Baoli Monk said, he was afraid that Tian Ming would make another sarcastic comment, so he had to clasp his palms together, secretly channeling his true energy, and be ready to take action at any time.
"Hey! Trouble." Tian Ming was already impatient. He moved his palms early and already fired his thunderbolt palms.
Xiaoyaomen's Thunder Palm and Baoli Monk's Dragon Phase Prajna Kung Fu are both supreme martial arts with great opening and closing, extremely strong and fierce. These two miraculous skills were fighting together, and strong winds blew up, blowing them away and causing pain to everyone's faces.
"What two powerful martial arts skills!" Someone couldn't help but praise them.
"Of course! The Xiaoyao Sect's Thunder Palm has always been famous for its strength, and the Dragon Phase Prajna Kung Fu is even more of a Tibetan magical skill. The competition between these two magical skills is naturally extraordinary." Someone else said in response.
Although Baoli's martial arts was slightly better than Tianming's, he was injured after all and could not show any advantage for a while.
Although Tianming is not weak in martial arts, his talent is limited after all. Even with the guidance of a famous teacher, it is difficult to achieve advanced martial arts, which is very similar to his father Tian Shilie. Of course, since the decline of Xiaoyao Sect, Tianming has indeed become the leader among the three generations of Xiaoyao Sect disciples. But this also shows from the side that after the Xiaoyao Sect's vitality is severely damaged, it will be difficult for a long time to return to its previous prosperity. Tianming's martial arts is indeed good, but compared to the second master of the temple, Sheng Moming, the silly young master Tang Zhong of the Tang Sect, and the evil ghost Guixue of the Poisonous Beast Gorge, it is still far behind. The martial arts of the little monk Baoli were naturally superior to Tianming. It was only because Baoli was injured at this time that it was difficult to defeat Tianming.
Not only was Bao Li's martial arts superior to Tian Ming's, his intelligence and reflexes were also slightly better. Seeing that he was no match for Tian Ming, he instantly thought of a way to outwit him.
Bao Li deliberately used a flaw, but Tianming was fooled and attacked with another palm. Bao Li did not take the move, but instead sided to avoid Tianming's attack. When he had a chance, he waved his left hand, and five hidden weapons were fired at the same time. One of them was shot at Ren Xiaoyao, the other was shot at Huang Jishan, and the remaining three were all shot at Ren Hailuan, who was the weakest in martial arts.
Bao Li did this just to keep Ren Xiaoyao and Huang Jishan busy taking care of themselves, and Ren Hailuan had no ability to protect himself, thus leading Tianming to rescue him personally.
His calculation was very accurate. Although Ren Xiaoyao and Huang Jishan easily caught the hidden weapon shot at them, they did not expect that Bao Li would attack Ren Hailuan at the same time, who was unable to restrain a chicken.
Tianming didn't expect Bao Li to have such a move, so he had to abandon Bao Li and turned around to save Ren Hailuan. Tian Ming was not slow in his movements, and with a single movement, he had already caught the three hidden weapons that were shot at his junior sister. However, when Baoli saw that Tianming had fallen into the trap, he smiled proudly and waved his hand. When Tianming came to rescue his junior sister, he already expected that Baoli would take the opportunity to sneak attack on him. However, he still ignored his own safety and tried his best to help his junior sister out of the siege. Then he turned around to fight the young monk Baoli, but he was already too late. He was hit by a palm in the chest, and three of his ribs were broken. He fell heavily to the ground and vomited blood.
"Monk Thief, you actually resorted to such despicable means. Who do you think you are from the Buddhist sect? How shameless!" Seeing that his senior brother was injured, Ren Hailuan cursed.
