Southern Shaolin monk Yuantong's shaved head is far less shiny than that of the old monk. His gray head is matched with a gray monk's robe. He is holding an iron rod to hold nine ring scars. He looks handsome. At this moment, he is staring solemnly at the white-faced Taoist priest opposite him.
Zhao Zhengli was pacing slowly with the Purple Yang Sword on his back and his hands in his sleeves. The soldiers hurriedly filled in several large holes and entered the competition again. The soft soil of the martial arts field had to be compacted urgently.
Monk Tongyuan in gray robes first bowed to Taoist Master Zhao and then bowed and raised his stick. Zhao Zhengli returned the salute and took out his sword. The purple stripes on the sword's body showed a faint light. The two of them attacked simultaneously at extremely fast speeds, leaving an afterimage behind them. The stick and the long sword were like magic weapons under the blessing of the true energy, making a "buzzing" sound. Dozens of moves were exchanged every time they met. It was so fast that it was dazzling. I could only see the true energy and afterimages all over the martial arts field, and my ears could hear it. "Clang, bang, bang," the sound of sharp weapons and legs and feet hitting.
Watching closely on and off the field, Fang Na from the Confucian Academy, Mingwu and Jueyan, the bitter monks from the Guoshi Palace, Song Maoling and Zhang Baishan from the Tianshi Palace did not blink for a moment, learning from their experiences in the fight between the two, and the Bi family sisters in the distance He looked worried, fearing that something might happen to Mr. Zhao.
Yu Xiaowei tensed up and asked Li Zhanyi: "Senior Zhanyi, who has a better chance of winning this time?"
Li Zhanyi twisted his eyebrows and shook his head: "It's too fast, I can't see the details!"
The old emperor and the two concubines also paid special attention to this game.
The prince and the city king also had their own thoughts and doubts.
At that time, hundreds of moves were exchanged in the field, and the stewards of the Zhuang Jia Le Hall were sweating. They prayed to all the gods and gods that they could think of, such as Taishang Laojun, the Jade Emperor, King Yama, ancestors, etc., and only hoped that the white man would be the best. The Taoist priest loses.
Among the crowd that everyone ignored, there was a beautiful woman wearing a white robe and cloak who was watching the game closely. That person was Ji Yanyu, the oiran of Miaoyin Pavilion. Her face was calm, and she could not see any emotion. She just followed the crowd and stared quietly. With.
When a golden finger force cuts through the void in the martial arts arena and faces Zhao Zhengli, this is the "One Finger Zen" of Southern Shaolin. The peak of its refining can penetrate mountains and cut rivers, and its powerful true energy distorts the surrounding air.
Zhao Zhengli also kneaded his fingers with one hand and struck out a zhenqi finger force. It was ordinary and without any ripples, without any zhenqi or dao charm. This was Cui Chengjiang's "One Finger Returns the Void" of the Five Taoists, returning all the power to the ruins.
Everyone agreed that his finger strength was weaker. When the two fingers collided with each other, there was no destructive wave. They disappeared in time and space like a mud cow entering the sea. Only the person involved, the monk Tongyuan, knew that this finger was terrifying, so he hurriedly waved the stick. Banging Zhao Zhengli, the huge iron rod condensed with true energy was like a heavenly stick, bright and vast!
The latter, Zhao Zhengli, greeted him with a sword and slashed out "One Way to Transform Ten Thousands". More than a thousand giant swords of true energy slashed at the huge heavenly stick. "Boom!" There was a loud noise. The martial arts arena was like a crater for hundreds of meters. The onlookers were stunned, even in the temple. The eyelids of the Grand Master of the Three Saints also twitched. This terrifying and destructive power was completely beyond the level of the Grand Master.
Before everyone could recover, the monks one after another used another powerful blow. The Southern Shaolin "Eighteen Arhat Stick" used by Monk Tongyuan, each stick had infinite Dharma and dense runes, like an innate formation, surrounding Zhao Zhengli in the center.
Zhao Zhengli closed his eyes and concentrated on the rune-filled sticks in the sky. Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, and then attacked eighteen sticks at the same time. This was the second time that everyone saw him use his true energy to transform, but this time the number was obviously better than yesterday. , making it difficult for the onlookers to tell the real thing from the fake. Dozens of figures swung their swords at the same time and unleashed vast sword energy, directly defeating the eighteen Arhat sticks in the sky, leaving eighteen large holes on the ground, causing Monk Tongyuan to fly backwards with blood.
He did not admit defeat. While flying upside down, he held a stick in both hands and recited the Buddha's Jue. The Buddha's light around him was overwhelming, like a golden Arhat coming to the world. His eyes burst into golden light, and a stick several feet thick appeared out of thin air. It was long and had no tail, and it stabbed directly. In the sky, Tongyuan shouted loudly: "Go over the river!"
The giant stick fell to the earth like a divine pillar from heaven, intending to pin Zhao Zhengli under the pillar.
The people present were shocked, frightened, worried, excited and expecting.
Look at Zhao Zhengli again. He is not afraid at all. He holds the sword in both hands and looks up at the divine pillar. His brows are solemn and entranced. He leaps into the air to form seals and shouts softly: "Purple Yang Initiation". The surrounding spiritual energy swarms towards his head. The spiritual energy gathered, the breath changed dramatically, the purple sword energy surged, and a peerless purple sword was condensed. He turned his body into a sword, raised the purple Yang sword in his hand and went up against the sky, facing the pressing pillar of the sky.
A purple sword rises from the ground. In the sword, a young man raises the sword and stands on the tip of the sword. It turns into the toughest part. A divine pillar reaches the sky and presses down infinitely. A bald monk stands in it with his hands folded. The magnificent scene is like two people. Many people's hearts are trembling and their knees are weak when they watch the battle between gods and immortals. This is the fear of the power of God.
"Hiss!"
The purple sword collided with the divine pillar, making a metal cutting sound. Visibly to the naked eye, it pierced the several-foot-thick pillar in half. The void was distorted, and the zhenqi waves exploded. The harsh sound made ordinary people and low-level monks' eardrums sting, and they couldn't help but cover their ears. Hold your ears and moan.
In the Purple Sword, Zhao Zhengli's hands are bleeding, but his expression is still determined. In the Divine Pillar, the monk Tongyuan is coughing up blood, holding his palms together and reciting the Buddha's Jue.
"Chichi"
The purple sword was getting closer and closer to Tongyuan in the Divine Pillar, and the blood in Zhao Zhengli's hands was dripping down his arms. Monk Tongyuan's body began to tremble, and the coughing of blood became more serious. At this moment, a vast Buddha's light defeated the two people's infinite energy. With magical powers, Monk Tongyuan was swept away from the martial arts arena by the Buddha's light, leaving an old voice spreading: "Tongyuan loses this round!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the Buddha's light and saw that the person who took action was Master Yuanyi, the great master of the National Preceptor's Office. He quickly waved his Qi with both hands to heal Monk Tongyuan, who was coughing blood, and complained: "Grandma, you are a bear! You ignorant Yumu, don't be brave if you can't win. It's not like you can't afford to lose in a game. You're just risking your life." What!"
When everything calmed down, Zhao Zhengli stood quietly in the martial arts field with his hair disheveled, his hands dripping with blood. Master Zhao flicked a pill at him from a distance. Zhao Zhengli reached out to grab it without hesitation and fed it into his mouth without any hesitation. His body was really exhausted. Qi grows rapidly.
He walked towards the gaming table in Changle Hall with a smile on his face. Several stewards twitched their mouths and forced out smiles that were uglier than tears to exchange for 450,000 taels of silver notes.
The old emperor on the stage glanced at the victorious Daochang Zhao, and slowly walked back to the camp. The prince and the city king had different expressions. Only the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were the most anxious, with some rolling their eyes and some approving. Grand Master Qi and Master Jing They were so angry that they bit their back teeth. They didn't expect this white-faced boy to be so terrifying.
The sisters from the Bi family were slapping their chests in fear in the distance. It was too scary just now. The two of them felt comfortable after a disaster. Li Zhanyi saw the corner of Miss Yu's mouth slightly raised from the corner of his eye, and seemed to understand something in his heart.
Ji Yanyu among the crowd continued to watch the battle with an expression of neither joy nor worry.
Zhao Zhengli returned to the stand, and the sisters from the Bi family rushed over immediately. The sisters with worried faces saw the disheveled bad Taoist priest counting banknotes with his eyes shining brightly. The money-obsessed look really made them angry.
Just as he was about to step forward and scold him a few times, he unexpectedly took out a wad of banknotes and said, "Use the rewards for cheering to buy candies!"
The two sisters laughed angrily at the way he dismissed the child, but they still reached out to catch it. For the sake of money, they didn't want to scold him for risking his life. The three of them sat in the stands and watched the rest of the game silently.
Fang Na from Confucian Academy fights against Zhang Baishan from Tianshi Mansion.
In the opening scene, both of them had to destroy the world. Fang Na used hundreds of tricks at her disposal to separate dozens of real and fake figures just like Zhao Zhengli. The level of realism and perfection made it impossible for the three great masters to see any flaws. Zhang Baishan couldn't do it. Unexpectedly defeated by her, Fang Na looked at Zhao Zhengli out of the corner of her eye and showed a bewildered smile, as if to say, "I can't learn from him, and I'm more perfect than you."
The happiest person in this scene was Mu Deqing, a Confucian scholar. He laughed loudly and regained his face after losing two games in a row. Zhao Tianshi and Imperial Master Yuanyi acted with him with their sympathizing eyes for the weak. Mu Fuzi's arrogant eyes did not follow suit. The two of them argued, and then quickly went to feel sorry for the heroine of their academy.
Then the bitter monk Mingwu of the Imperial Master's Palace fought against Song Maoling, the sixth prince of the Tianshi Palace.
The bitter monk didn't care about his status as a prince at all, let alone the old emperor watching the battle in the stands. He punched and slapped his palm once and for all. Song Maoling was also not willing to be outdone. The two fought for hundreds of rounds with both legs and feet, and their true energy exploded to pieces. For the tenth time, the martial arts arena was once again shaken into bumps and bumps. The heat wave of infuriating energy blew across my face, and I didn't feel that it was winter at all.
After Song Maoling retreated, he glanced at the old emperor. There was no emotion or anger in his deep eyes. The two concubines beside him also had fierce looks on their eyes. The prince and Prince Cheng had gloomy expressions. Song Maoling's head was spinning rapidly. This After all, the game cannot be too dazzling, otherwise it will definitely be involved in the temple and party disputes.
The bitter monk Mingwu, who was fighting to the point of madness, printed out the "Arhat's Heaven-shaking Seal" to break Song Maoling's "Dragon and Tiger Ten Thousand Spirits" in "Dragon and Tiger Fight". Song Maoling was bloody and lost half of the moves in a head-on collision.
The old emperor's face on the stage was a little more solemn, and the two concubines beside him were obviously relaxed and smiling. The prince and Prince Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
Only the three great masters, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, saw that he deliberately lost half a point at the critical moment. The three of them were surprisingly silent and did not discuss it. The only ones who suffered were the gamblers who bought the sixth prince to win.
Zhao Zhengli smiled, after all, it was the bitter monk who shouldered everything.
Zhao Zhengli will fight Northern Shaolin Jueyan again, and the winner will be ranked among the top three.
When he came on the stage, he walked to the gaming table again. Several stewards at the Zhuang Jia Lok Hall wanted to write a sign saying "Zhao Zhengli is prohibited from participating in gambling" and severely reduced the score to 0.2 to 1.
The odds clearly meant that the banker was squeezing him out, so Daochang Zhao was not annoyed and bet all 450,000 again, but Changle Hall still accepted it with grit.
The gamblers who understood all followed suit and invested tens of thousands in silver. King Cheng even invested 500,000 in silver. A wealthy businessman in the capital even spent 2 million betting on Zhao Zhengli to win. All this was because Zhao Daochang took the lead. Go broke and refer to the previous winning streak games.
The emperor did not stop him. Regardless of winning or losing, his treasury received money.
The monk in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was fuming with anger. It was obvious that he had lost in terms of momentum! Naihe just didn't dare to bet on the white-faced Taoist priest.
Jueyan has the strong and burly body of a northerner, and he is slightly taller than the eight-foot-tall Zhao Zhengli. In the snowy winter, he doesn't feel cold at all wearing a thin monk's robe. He holds a meteor hammer on his shoulder and looks at the white-faced Taoist priest: "The little Taoist priest is very capable. Defeated the Yumu monk from Southern Shaolin."
Zhao Zhengli didn't answer because the guy's eyes were extremely contemptuous of him. He pulled out his sword and stared at the strong bald monk: "Noisy!"
Jueyan waved the meteor hammer and shouted softly: "Look at the hammer!"
Zhao Zhengli gathered all his true energy and disappeared out of thin air like lightning. Jueyan looked around and found no trace. Everyone outside was also looking for the missing Taoist Zhao. The three great masters raised their eyelids and looked at the sky. Grand Master Yuan Yi predicted About to open his mouth, Zhao Tianshi interrupted: "Bald Donkey, do you remember the rules?"
Mu Fuzi hurriedly intervened: "It's just a competition, don't hurt the harmony."
The old monk groaned and stopped talking.
On the field, Monk Jueyan noticed the infuriating energy coming from above his head. He decisively threw the meteor hammer upwards, and was knocked down by a huge force that had been building up for a long time and fell into the ground, leaving a pit more than ten meters deep.
Jueyan wiped the sweat from his bald head. If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, he would probably have been lying in the pit. Zhao Zhengli didn't give him any chance to breathe. He swung his sword diagonally, brought tens of meters of sword energy and slashed towards the missing person. Awakened by the meteor hammer, he lost any contempt and concentrated on fighting. He understood that the outside world was not bragging. This white-faced Taoist priest did not rely on his face to make a living as he seemed on the surface.
A palm of Buddha's seal dissolved the sword energy. The two of them fought hand-to-hand for hundreds of times. Rune Buddha's seals, sword energy, meteor hammers, etc. emerged one after another. Zhao Zhengli tried his best to resist the palm of Buddha's seal and cut through the meteor hammer in Jueyan's hand. The sword energy It landed directly on the head of Monk Jueyan, frightening the three great masters to take action. If he had been slower, Jueyan's round head would have been shot.
Imperial Master Yuanyi was eager to protect the monks and shouted angrily at Master Tian: "You are risking your lives!"
Zhao Tianshi understood his mistake and said with a smile: "It is inevitable that things will go wrong in the game. Otherwise, why should the three of us maintain order? Isn't it just to decide the winner or loser at the critical moment?"
The old monk stopped talking and looked at the white-faced Taoist priest who had defeated two monks from the National Master's Office in the martial arts field. He was speechless.
This time, the banker's club suffered a huge loss of blood, and the gamblers reveled, shouting "Master Zhao is mighty!"
The top three have been decided.
The bitter monk Mingwu in the Guoshi Mansion, Fang Na in the Confucian Academy, and Zhao Zhengli in the Tianshi Mansion.
As for the ranking of the top three, there is naturally the most traditional way.
"Melee!"
It tests the flexibility of the three people and is also the most direct and effective screening.
