Seeing that he couldn't get any advantage, Bai Shaofeng led his apprentice towards the mountain gate. Sima Zhen naturally refused and scolded loudly while trying to cheer up and chase him out, but he heard someone in the audience say: "Sima Protector, just let him go. What we have to do today is to choose the leader of the martial arts alliance, and we will confront Bai Shaofeng about the robbery and killing of the escorts at another time." The person who spoke was none other than the current leader of the martial arts alliance, Lan Yiming.
Hearing what Lan Yiming said, Sima Zhen suppressed her anger, jumped off the ring, stood aside, and watched Bai Shaofeng and Long Xiang Long Yu disappear at the mountain gate.
"Which hero is going to the ring to ask for a fight?" Zhao Zhou, the third guardian, turned around and scanned the heroes, and said loudly, but he said it three times in a row, but no one came to the ring to ask for a fight.
"If no one asks for a fight, the next leader of the martial arts alliance will still be the leader of the Tianlong Sect, Lan Yiming." Zhao Zhou glanced at the heroes again.
"Wait a minute, I, the Northern Shaolin, also want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance. I can't let your Tianlong sect take over it so cheaply." The person who spoke looked like he was in his fifties. His body was as slender as a bamboo pole, and his face was as slender as his body. A pair of eyes narrowed into a slit, and two rays of light emerged from the slit, which made people feel chilly.
The speaker was Master Zhu Fake of Northern Shaolin. Although Zhu Fake was not good-looking, he was a well-known figure in Northern Shaolin. This time, like Bai Shaofeng, he brought two disciples. At this moment, his two disciples, one on the left and one on the left, The right guard is on Zhu Foke's side, the fatter one on the left is called Zhu Foke, and the short and thin one on the right is called Zhu Sengke. Of course, the three of them were not originally named Zhu, but took the surname of the founder after entering Northern Shaolin.
What surprised everyone was that the three of them did not have any decent weapons, but each held a thin bamboo pole more than four feet long in their hands. Anyone who knew the inside story knew that there was nothing special about this thin bamboo pole. It’s just a symbol of Northern Shaolin, but speaking of it, it actually has a different origin.
More than 600 years ago, a monk named Yuan Jue came out of Shaolin. He practiced Shaolin martial arts assiduously for thirty years and eventually became the first Shaolin monk.
At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in chaos, Shaolin was destroyed by war, and monks took refuge everywhere. Yuanjue came to the north alone. Seeing the poverty and helplessness of the residents, he built a hut in Yanshan Mountain as a temple to educate people, and spent his whole life. The martial arts learned were passed down. Later, the temple became larger and larger. The monks called the temple in Yanshan the North Shaolin Temple because the ancestor came from Shaolin.
Since Yuanjue, Northern Shaolin monks have only practiced martial arts, not swordsmanship. Yuanjue believes that as long as the internal strength is deep enough, no matter how strong the enemy is, he can defeat it with the palm of his hand. However, when walking in the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable that he will encounter strongmen and thieves. , relying on internal strength to deal with these people will easily cause death or injury to the other party. Therefore, Yuanjue asked his disciples to bring a bamboo stick to defend themselves when they went out, and also created his own thirteen-position stick technique. So today, Zhu Fake and his disciple Zhu Seng Ke and Zhu Foke each only held a stick, which looked a bit funny.
After Zhu Fake finished speaking, he raised his bamboo stick to the ground, raised his breath, and instantly stood firmly in the middle of the ring, looking askance at the people in the audience.
Although Northern Shaolin prides itself on cultivating Buddhism, over the past hundred years, its successive abbots have been arrogant and extremely materialistic. They only focus on practicing martial arts and amassing money. They have long lost the pure and ascetic state of mind of a monk, and practicing Buddhism has become a cover. , because becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance is profitable, the abbot Yuanying sent Zhu Fake to take his disciples Zhu Sengke and Zhu Foke to Tianlong Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference. It can be said that he is bound to win the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.
All the masters present knew that Zhu Fake had great skills, but no one came on stage to challenge him. Zhu Fake couldn't help but feel proud and pointed at Lan Yiming with a bamboo stick. "Master Lan, why don't you come directly? If you win the martial arts leader, it will still be yours. If I win, the Central Plains martial arts will have to listen to my command in Northern Shaolin."
"Wait a minute!" A voice from the audience shouted: "Are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Central Plains Wulin?"
Everyone followed the sound and saw an old Taoist in his seventies standing majestically among the crowd. This old Taoist was five feet tall, wearing a green robe, with a square face and a wide mouth. Although he had an ordinary appearance, he had very bright eyes. He is a person with profound skills.
"I am Dao Shun of the Infinite Sect. This is my first time in the Central Plains. I have never met any heroes before and I have offended many of them." After Dao Shun finished speaking, he stood firmly on the ring.
The Wuliang Sect is famous for his Qinggong. His appearance on stage was smooth and fast, and there was a burst of cheers from the audience.
Zhu Fake had long heard that the Wuliang Sect was a major sect in the south. For hundreds of years, it had a place in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. However, in the past hundred years, for some unknown reason, the Wuliang Sect had hardly left the world. This time Daoshun suddenly came to heaven. Longshan must have some ideas about the position of leader of the martial arts alliance, so he was a little more defensive from the beginning.
"Master Zhu Fake, just take action!" Daoshun stood still on the stage. Knowing that Zhu Fa didn't use weapons, he didn't draw his sword. He just made a horse stance towards Zhu Fake and transferred the true energy to his hands. On the palm, just waiting for Zhu Fa to attack.
Zhu Fake smiled lightly: "Master Daoshun, you are older than me. I, the junior, will take action first. I'm afraid people will laugh at me because I don't respect my elders. You should go first!"
Daoshun listened to Zhu Fake's words and refused to give in. He pointed the tip of the index finger of his right palm toward the center of Zhu Fake's eyebrows. Zhu Fake's finger seemed ordinary, but it was one of the three major figures of the Wuliang Sect. One of the stunts is the Thunderbolt Finger, and the other two stunts are the Fire Cloud Palm and the Boomerang.
As the name suggests, the Thunderbolt Finger means that with one finger, it can bring the power of a thunderbolt and deliver a devastating blow to the opponent. However, it is not easy to master this fingering technique overnight, and the Thunderbolt Finger has a fixed training method and does not require internal strength. You can do it. The Fire Cloud Palm is similar to the Thunderbolt Finger. It also focuses on internal strength cultivation, while the boomerang is a hidden weapon of the outside world. It is a weapon used by the Wuliang Sect when hunting. Over the past few hundred years, due to its frequent use, the masters of the Wuliang Sect have concluded that A set of dart skills, if you add internal strength to the darts when facing the enemy, you will be even more unstoppable.
Zhu Fa could see Dao Shun pointing at him, and knew that Dao Shun had used thunderbolt fingering. He didn't dare to neglect it. He drew a circle with his palms in the air, transported the whole body's true energy to the palms of his hands, and pushed his right palm towards Dao Shun's point. Fingers, the left palm sinks down, hitting Daoshun's lower abdomen.
Daoshun originally thought that Zhu Fake would use his palms to catch his finger force, but he never thought that Zhu Fake's left hand would push Dao Shun's right finger, and his right hand would actually hit him. He couldn't help being surprised, and hurriedly used his left palm to attack Zhu Fa But right palm.
In the midst of the electric light and flint, the two men's fingers and palms collided. There was a "bang" sound, and both of them were shocked and flew off the ring.
Seeing the two men falling off the ring, Dao Shun's junior brothers Dao Zuo and Dao Cong and Zhu Fake's disciples Zhu Foke and Zhu Sengke hurriedly stepped forward to help the two men back to their own sect respectively. Dao Shun was slightly injured and was meditating on the spot. He guided his own Qi to heal the injury, and after a while he was back to normal. Zhu Fake's skill was slightly inferior to Dao Shun's. He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and then continued to meditate to heal the injury. It seemed that there was no serious problem. Everyone present focused their attention on the ring. .
Most of the decent sects in the Central Plains Wulin do not want to compete for the position of the leader of the Wulin. Each faction came to Tianlong Mountain. Some came to follow the leader's instructions, some just came to watch the fun, and some came to help Lan Yiming clear obstacles, like the Wuliang Sect. Dao Shun had such a purpose. If he really wanted him to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, he would definitely be unwilling. The Wuliang sect belongs to Taoism. Taoism emphasizes being light on everything and being happy and carefree.
At this moment, there was silence again in and out of the arena. No one came out to call for battle. The audience began to talk about it. Zhao Zhou then said loudly: "Since there is no one to challenge, the leader of the martial arts alliance should be succeeded by Lan Yiming, the head of the Tianlong Sect." Zhao Zhougang said. After that, someone in the audience shouted: "This is not fair. Since Dao Shunlao Dao won one round, he should compete with Lan Yiming again. Whoever wins will be the leader of the martial arts alliance."
Everyone followed the sound and looked over, and saw that the person speaking was Master Xuyun of the Emei Sect. Although Master Xuyun is a Buddhist practitioner, she has a weird personality and likes to fight against injustice. Everyone is not surprised when these words come out of her mouth.
"There is no need for this. I support Master Lan to continue to be the leader of the martial arts alliance." Dao Shun looked at Master Xuyun sideways and said without doubt.
"Amitabha, it seems that I am the only one competing with Master Lan." A harsh word rang out, and the speaker was Labu Tsering, a Buddhist monk who had come to live in seclusion in recent days.
"If you want to compete with the Blue Hero, you have to pass me first." Hearing this, everyone wanted to see who stood up to deal with Labu Tsering. They followed the sound and saw a black shadow crossing their heads. Landed steadily in the center of the ring.
The man standing in the middle of the ring was about ten feet tall, with a strong body and a broad face. His squinted eyes revealed a cold light, staring at Labu Tsering in the audience.
After seeing the people on the stage, there was a commotion in the audience. Someone actually shouted loudly: "Mr. Yan is so powerful, please teach Monk Fan a lesson." It turned out that the person on stage was Mr. Yan Kun, the head of the Diancang Sect, Dian Cang. The sect is famous for its palms, and its set of cloud-moving palms is unique in the martial arts world.
Seeing that Yan Kun was the first to jump onto the ring, Labu Tsering showed no sign of weakness. He held up the Zen staff in his right hand and held a corner of the broad monk's robe with his left hand. When he raised his breath, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, it fluttered to the ground. On the stage, most of the people present had never seen such a profound Qing Gong, and they couldn't help but marvel.
At this time, Zhu Yu and others in the audience could see Labu Tsering's face clearly. He was tall, with a long face and a high nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a fair complexion, but he was a handsome middle-aged man.
"This monk, please give me your name first, so that you don't die in my hands without knowing your name!" Yan Kun was full of momentum, looking like he was determined to win.
Labu Tsering didn't say anything, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was mocking Yan Kun. Yan Kun instantly became furious and slapped Labu Tsering in the face with his palm.
Cloud Popping Palm focuses on the word "quick". Although there are only twelve moves, each move is aggressive. It emphasizes being able to suppress the opponent with swiftness, gain the initiative, and finally defeat the opponent with powerful and heavy palm power.
Seeing Yan Kun's palm coming, Labu Tsering did not dodge, but gently raised his Zen staff, and pointed the head of the staff towards Yan Kun's palm. Yan Kun saw Labu Tsering's Zen staff coming towards the palm of his hand, and did not avoid it. Taking advantage of the situation, he hit the Zen staff with one palm, but the moment his palm came into contact with the Zen staff, Yan Kun felt a huge force coming towards his palm. He secretly screamed that he was not good and wanted to close his palm, but he was too late, but suddenly It was discovered that the huge force transmitted from the Zen staff suddenly disappeared. Looking at Labu Tsering again, he saw him gently retracting the Zen staff and looking at him with a smile.
"This, this..." Yan Kun maintained his profound internal strength. Among the masters from all the factions present, except for Lan Yiming, no one could be his opponent. He didn't expect that this monk, who looked about twenty years younger than him, would be so capable. The powerful internal force left him speechless in shock.
All the experts in the audience saw the two retreating at the first touch, thinking that the two sides were just testing each other, but little did they know that the winner had already been decided between the two.
Yan Kun was worthy of being the leader of the sect, and he was well-informed. After a moment of astonishment, he calmed down. He knew that no one among the people present, including Lan Yiming, could win over Fan Monk, so he had to stabilize him and try again. Make calculations.
"Master, your martial arts skills are extraordinary, but you are a high-ranking monk in Tibet. I'm afraid you don't have the time to be the leader of the Central Plains martial arts alliance, right?" Yan Kun's words were hidden. He expected that Monk Fan might have difficulty responding, but he heard Monk Fan say in a leisurely manner. : "Of course I, Labu Tsering, will not be the leader of this martial arts alliance. I am just entrusted by others to meet the martial arts masters from the Central Plains."
"Then who entrusted you to come here, and what is your ultimate goal?" Yan Kun started to be a little aggressive.
Labu Tsering smiled slightly, held the Zen staff with his right arm, clasped his hands together, stood at the moment, closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures, and ignored Yan Kun.
