Ren Woxing said: "With your reputation, status and martial arts, how can you compare with the two masters of Shaolin and Wudang?" Zuo Lengchan snorted and said, "I dare not compare with the two masters of Shaolin and Wudang." I'm on par with the master, but I can barely compete with you."
Ren Woxing laughed loudly and said: "Master Fang Zheng, I am asking you to teach me the Shaolin magic boxing, are you worthy of it?" Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, my kung fu has been neglected for a long time, and I am no match for the donor. But I am eager to surrender. If I stay in Dajia, I can only use a few old bones to endure the fists and kicks of the donor."
Everyone took a few steps back to clear the battlefield in the middle. Ren Woxing said: "Master Abbot, please." He waved his sleeves and cupped his fists in salute. Fang Zheng returned the gift with his hands together and said: "Donor, please strike first." Ren Woxing said: "What I use is the authentic Kung Fu of the Sun Moon God Sect, and what the master uses is the authentic Kung Fu of the Shaolin Temple. Our orthodox vs. orthodox, this fight It was supposed to be a fight." Fang Zheng said: "I would rather not fight this fight in my old age."
Ren Woxing laughed loudly and said: "The matter has come to this, why say more. Abbot, take the move!" He slapped Fang Zheng with his palm. Fang Zheng also greeted him with a palm. Fang Zheng's palm movements were normal, but in the middle of the palm, he suddenly shook slightly. One palm suddenly turned into two palms, two palms turned into four palms, and four palms turned into eight palms. Ren Woxing blurted out: "Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm!"
Xiang Yan looked carefully and saw that Master Fang Zheng's palm technique was unpredictable. Each palm strike had already changed into several directions in the middle of the strike. Ren Woxing's palm technique is simple and simple, and his palm movements are unremarkable. But no matter how bizarre and unpredictable Fang Zheng's palm skills are, once Ren Woxing's palm power is sent to him, he will change his moves accordingly and will never fight Ren Woxing's palms.
After playing for a while, Ren Woxing suddenly pushed out his palms flatly, and Fang Zheng also waved his palms to greet him. There was a "pop" sound, and the two palms met. Ren Woxing's body swayed, but Fang Zheng took three steps back. Ren Woxing immediately struck with several palms, and with a whip-like swing of his arm, he hit Fang Zheng on the waist. He shouted: "Fall down."
Fang Zheng took eight or nine steps back with a thud, each step leaving an inch-deep footprint on the ground. After eight or nine steps, his body swayed from side to side like a roly-poly, and every time he seemed to be about to lie down on the ground, he failed to lie down.
Ren Woxing said "Eh" and said: "Master, what a superb internal skill, the 'Yi Jin Jing' is indeed well-deserved." Fang Zheng took a long breath and said: "'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill' is the best in ancient and modern times, I admire it. , I am convinced that I have lost."
Lin Zhennan took two steps forward and said, "Zuo, let's give it a try!" Zuo Lengchan shouted, "Okay, I'll teach you your brilliant move." He flew up and pounced towards Lin Zhennan.
Zuo Lengchan flicked his fists and palms, pointed and clawed, and had already executed more than ten attacks in a matter of seconds. Lin Zhennan was attacked by him and could only rely on his body skills to dodge and did not dare to take a direct hit. Zuo Lengchan attacked twenty or thirty vigorously, and his speed slowed down.
Lin Zhennan took the opportunity to switch from defense to offense, forcing himself forward. His movement was like a ghost, silent and unpredictable, sometimes moving forward and sometimes backward, which was dizzying. For a time, the whole place was filled with Lin Zhennan's shadow, as if there were more than a dozen Lin Zhennan besieging Zuo Lengchan.
Xiang Yan was secretly worried: "The only martial arts in the world is fast. With Lin Zhennan's speed and the current situation, it can be said that he is sure of defeating Zuo Lengchan. Ren Woxing defeated Fang Zheng, and Lin Zhennan defeated Zuo Lengchan. According to both sides, As promised, you can go down the mountain while you wait for others."
"What are you doing just going down the mountain? At least you won't be in danger if you stay in the Shaolin Temple. Based on previous experience, you should ascend in a few months. Stay in the Shaolin Temple for a few months and wait quietly for your ascension. How great it would be. But it's different to go down the mountain with Lin Zhennan, who always wants my head. How about I say when they go down the mountain that I don't want to go down the mountain and stay as a monk in the Shaolin Temple? "
Lin Zhennan attacked Zuo Lengchan like a violent storm, but Zuo Lengchan was as steady as a mountain. He remained unchanged in response to all changes, slowly pushing out one palm after another. The sound of "bang bang" gas explosions continued continuously, and a cloud of white mist rose above their heads. It seemed that they had used all their strength.
Xiang Yan originally thought that Lin Zhennan would be able to defeat Zuo Lengchan quickly, but he felt a chill on his neck and felt extremely depressed. Unexpectedly, the two fought for a long time without a winner. Taking a closer look, Lin Zhennan appeared to be attacking Zuo Lengchan, as fast as a ghost, but he did not dare to make real contact with Zuo Lengchan, and occasionally tried his best to avoid Zuo Lengchan's sudden palm force. Xiang Yan's hope rekindled and he secretly prayed in his heart: "Zuo Lengchan, you have to work hard!"
Suddenly hearing a "bang" sound, Lin Zhennan flew out like a kite with a broken string. He sat down on the ground, his face turned blue, his whole body was trembling, and he kept shivering. His hair and clothes were covered with a layer of Hoarfrost.
Ren Woxing said: "Master Zuo, is this also the Kung Fu of the Songshan Sect?" Zuo Lengchan slowly backed away, leaned against the pillar and said, "Yes, this is my own Kung Fu."
