"As expected, he is a disciple of the True Immortal under Wudang Sect!" All the sect leaders in front of the Zixiao Palace sighed, feeling yearning, regret, and a deep sense of powerlessness.
But Zhen Zhibing, who was surrounded by sword-light waterfalls, felt clearer and more thorough.
Each of those scattered sword lights was so real, and they all pointed to the flaws in his swordsmanship.
This couldn't help but make Zhen Zhibing slightly panicked.
Don't doubt why Zhen Zhibing's swordsmanship has so many flaws.
If He Zudao were to fight Zhen Zhibing with a sword in hand, the size of his body, the length of his arms, the angle of the sword's blade, etc. would all limit the performance of the sword itself.
In this state, the flaws that appeared in front of He Zudao were actually quite limited...and could even be said to be fleeting.
However, when the sword is out of the hands, it becomes more free, and it can attack at 360 degrees without blind spots.
Then the originally qualitative moves became riddled with holes.
As for dealing with flying swords in the same way as concealed weapons, it is not feasible.
The more common methods of dealing with hidden weapons in the world are to use palm wind, sword wind, knife wind and other similar means to create a large area of aura twisting, which will render all covered hidden weapons ineffective.
After all, the more hidden weapons are spilled, the smaller their size will be, and the attachment force will not be too strong. As long as there is a slight obstruction, they can be easily swept away.
But the flying sword is different. Its own strength and overall size make it easy to use palm techniques and other methods, which will not have an effective effect on it.
To put it simply, Zhen Zhibing can’t keep up with the version!
Zhen Zhibing seemed to have also discovered this problem. Under the premise that he could not use sword moves to resist, he began to explode with strong internal power.
He has an internal strength of over 100. Although the upper limit of the world has been increased, so his internal strength attribute of over 100 can no longer be said to be 'breaking the boundary', but he still has certain characteristics of over 100.
Not only is it extraordinarily strong, but the internal force itself is full of spirituality. Even if it is shot out of the body, it can be recovered through the interaction between the human body and the outside world.
The powerful internal force exploded and immediately formed walls of air, firmly blocking the flying sword light.
Although He Zudao's flying sword skills are indeed amazing.
But the attached internal force itself will not change in intensity.
In a head-on collision, he was indeed no match for Zhen Zhibing.
The flying sword was intercepted, and the scattered sword light dissipated one after another. Only a green light sword continued to sharpen.
He Zudao pushed his palms through the air.
The one he used was the low-end version of Tuiyunshou before Cao Zhe modified it into the big Tuiyunshou.
Although it is a low configuration, its power is still impressive.
He exerted force in the air, pushing the green light sword nailed to the air wall, and kept thrusting forward.
The green light sword was blessed by force exerted from a distance, shaking crazily, bursting out with dazzling green light, and immediately started to rotate, drilling into the air wall like an electric drill.
Zhen Zhibing sheathed the sword and reached the top door with his palm. Then he turned his hand and palmed down, hitting the green light sword with one palm.
He was about to push the wall of air, knock the green light sword away, and hit He Zudao.
His hand is the Three Flowers Gathering Palm, the Quanzhen secret skill. It is the most demanding palm technique in the Quanzhen religion.
Those with strong inner strength can use this palm to manifest the wonderful effect of three flowers gathering on the top of the head.
In the standards laid down by Cao Zhe, this kind of martial arts is collectively referred to as "outdoor skills".
Of course, the special skills of location shooting are already widely used in the Wudang sect, so there is no need to make a special trip to tell others!
To avoid being seen as showing off.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged hands again.
He Zudao seems to have not yet shown a winning trend.
Could it be that Cao Zhe guessed wrong again?
Not so!
Of course not, because Zhen Zhibing was completely led into He Zhidao's rhythm, and Zhen Zhibing himself was in the game, but he thought the clarion call for counterattack was sounded.
Even without the changes brought about by Cao Zhe, He Zudaoben's qualifications alone were enough to become a master-level figure. With his innate exquisite heart, how could he really appear so reckless in battle.
From the moment he invited the fight, He Zudao had been deliberately creating an 'illusion' for Zhen Zhibing, who was unfamiliar with him.
Including the impatient invitation to fight, including the 'arrogance' of giving up the first three moves, these are all part of He Zudao's creation of a temporary 'personality'.
Step by step, Zhen Zhibing, the Quanzhen Sword Immortal, was led into the psychological trap he had set.
A martial arts competition is more than just punching each other, and then Euler, Euler, Euler!
Fighting wisdom is also very important.
He Zudao acted as if he wanted to complete his victory in one battle. He kept pushing the blue light sword with his cloud-pushing hand, and stabbed Zhen Zhibing stubbornly.
And Zhen Zhibing was really fooled, using all his strength to use the Three Flowers Gathering Palm to resist the invasion of the Green Light Sword, and took advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack.
At this time, it means that Zhen Zhibing has completely fallen into the trap.
He began to ignore more important things.
The Wu-Tang Clan is not just about swordsmanship!
He Zudao made a seal with one hand, and the dark clouds that had been entrenched in the sky for a long time finally revealed their ferocious corner.
Boom!
The lightning fell, and the snow-white thunder struck Zhen Zhibing's body. The infuriating energy he used to protect his body had been pushed out, and he had not recovered much of his internal energy for the time being.
When the lightning fell, his mind went blank except for the numbness and severe pain that spread throughout his body.
"What...?" Zhen Zhibing didn't have time to think too much and raised his sword to resist.
However, the violent thunder that fell continuously hit the ground hard.
This is Wudang Mountain, and the vitality of heaven and earth in Wudang Mountain is far thicker than the outside world.
Even with He Zudao's skill, he can perform the Thunder Technique of the Four Phases of Heaven's Will with ease in Wudang Mountain... although it still requires a relatively long forward swing to accumulate energy.
However, because He Zudao's early performance was too flashy, using a flying sword technique that looked like a swordsman, it attracted all the attention, so that not to mention Zhen Zhibing who was in the game, it was those who were watching the game. Most people didn't notice the strange thing in the sky above the two of them.
It wasn't until this thunderbolt came down that everyone suddenly realized.
Zhen Zhibing fell heavily to the ground, and what fell to the ground with him was his fragmented self-esteem and pride.
After losing to Zhang Sanfeng, he was initially annoyed, resentful, and unwilling. As his reputation grew, it turned into a complex emotion mixed with honor, joy, and even yearning, as if aftertaste.
But He Zudao, the disciple who lost to Zhang Sanfeng, is afraid that it will be really difficult for him to pass this level.
I originally thought I would win harsh ridicule.
But all I heard was Cao Zhe say: "Send Master Zhen to the medicine hall quickly to heal his wounds, and give him three body tempering pills."
"Headmaster Zhen! My apprentice's skills are shallow and he has no sense of propriety. I hope you will forgive me. The Body Tempering Pill can effectively dissolve the residual thunder energy in the body. It is also very useful for relaxing the muscles and activating the collaterals, as well as strengthening the bones. Don't refuse! "
Zhen Zhibing's tongue was numb and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even say a word.
He was quickly carried away by the Wudang disciples who were speeding past.
Cao Zhe turned around and said, "Then let's get on with the business!"
"Comrades, let's continue."
"He Zudao! Since you like to be in the limelight so much, then it's up to you to announce the rules of the next competition."
After speaking, Cao Zhe smiled slightly, turned around and flew into the Zixiao Palace, directly passing over everyone's heads and sitting on the main seat.
The leaders of various martial arts sects retreated into the hall.
Then he said all kinds of disgusting and polite words to Cao Zhe.
He just missed having the word "Tian Dog" carved on his face.
Cao Zhe also dealt with it casually and did not take the flattery of these people to heart.
When you are living in the world, some people praise you and don't believe it, and some people criticize you but don't listen to it. Only by adhering to your original intention can you have free thought and achieve the beginning and the end.
Nowadays, these people are so flattering on the surface, but who knows how they scold them in private?
After all, Cao Zhe's spread of martial arts to the world was a great virtue to the people of the world, but to the heads of these major sects and those with vested interests, it was a lack of great virtue.
If he couldn't defeat him, he would classify Wudang as an evil heretic, and then attack him in groups. Everyone would go up shoulder to shoulder, not caring about the rules of the world, and I'm afraid they would all get up early.
And Zhen Zhibing's 'easy' defeat to He Zudao was equivalent to another wake-up call for these leaders.
Even without Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang is still number one in the martial arts world, and it is also the holy place in the world.
Who knows how many disciples like this are there in Wudang Mountain?
On the square, He Zudao, who had just defeated Zhen Zhibing, raised his voice with the power of victory: "The Wudang Immortal Sect is holding a martial arts conference today to promote our sect's style, set our benchmark, respect the teachings of our master Zhang Zhenren, and now take Ten people are starting the journey, and I hope that all my martial arts comrades will work hard and do your best, and don’t delay your great future..."
Cao Zhe was sitting in the Zixiao Palace. Hearing He Zudao's words, he suddenly picked his toes in embarrassment.
"What is he talking about!"
"He said that, how could I explain it clearly?"
"Is it really just a word from you and a word from him that will send me to heaven sooner or later?"
"He Zudao, I'm afraid this kid needs a good education!"
Cao Zhe gestured around with an awkward yet polite smile.
The little nuns of the Hengshan sect turned slightly red when facing Cao Zhe's smile.
"Zhenzhen Zhang smiled at me...!"
"Ah...! Bodhisattva! I was wrong, I want to worship the Taoist Master!" The little nuns held their hearts in their hands, lowered their heads and smiled brightly.
Huang Xiang looked at the little nuns who were thinking about Fan, snorted dissatisfied, then turned his head and smiled sweetly at Cao Zhe.
This girl actually had two faces.
As for the little dragon girl, she was eating watermelon on the side, her eyes were bright, and she kept wandering around Huang Xiang, Cao Zhe and the little nuns. Occasionally she also glanced at Huang Rong, who was calm and silent, and she seemed to have her own thoughts. hapiness.
When the Hengshan sect first established the martial arts world, most of its members were poor homeless women who had been taken in by Master Xiaofeng. Wudang wanted to support them, so they specially invited the Hengshan sect to enter the Zixiao Palace and work with the heads of many famous sects. Same column.
As for Master Xiaofeng, she can barely be regarded as Cao Zhe's registered disciple.
That is another story that happened during the years when Cao Zhe traveled around the world.
On the square, as He Zudao's words came to light, more intense cheers rang out.
Serious people go up the mountain to participate in a martial arts conference. Who comes here for some secret skill and foundation-building elixir?
Not just to join the Wu-Tang Clan?
After joining Wudang...how can I lose my unique skills?
This account is easy to settle!
In this crowd, the Taoist Baishu in his prime, the Confucian swordsman Bai Yusheng who travels around the world with a book and a sword, Tang Chuan from the Perak Sect... and other masters who have long been famous in the world are also among them, waiting for them. The competition officially begins.
"We will set up unmanned sword formations, a total of one hundred and eight. Each sword formation is composed of seven or forty-nine magic swords. One pillar of incense is burned, and one pillar of incense is placed inside. Those who enter the formation without falling will be You can pass the audition and enter the second round of competition." He Zudao said.
Sword formation screening is inevitable.
Otherwise, if there are too many participants, even if it is a group competition, it will take at least ten days, which will stretch the timeline too long.
Just when He Zudao was about to announce the start of the competition, ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the closed mountain gate formation.
The turbulent clouds and mist spread halfway up the mountain, and actually took the shape of a giant sword.
"Someone is breaking into the mountain?"
"who is it?"
"So bold?" The leaders of various factions in Zixiao Palace were secretly excited.
On Wudang Mountain, most of the Taoists not only did not panic, but showed grim expressions.
He Zudao raised his breath and said loudly: "Who broke into the mountain gate?"
A sharp, awkward voice came from down the mountain.
"Kunlun Yuan Bupo came here to pay homage to me today! I hope that Master will be kind enough to meet me and accept my worship."
Cao Zhe sat in Zixiao Palace and waved his sleeves.
Most of the clouds and fog on the mountain have dispersed, and the figures of the guests at the foot of the mountain are gradually revealed.
He was wearing a black outfit that was not close-fitting, with a hat on his head to cover his face. He had an ordinary iron sword on his shoulder, and a wooden sword that looked like a child's play hanging on his waist. The body is short and small, like a child.
Cao Zhe looked at the visitor and asked through a message: "Who is the visitor?"
The short figure was determined, fell to the ground, and kowtowed heavily: "Kunlun Yuan Bupo!"
Cao Zhe asked again: "Who is coming?"
The short figure was lying on the ground, seemingly hesitant, and the bamboo hat on his head was trembling slightly.
Then, he actually untied his cloak, revealing a silver-white ape head.
Whether it was the people on the top of the mountain or halfway up the mountain, everyone in the martial arts community was in an uproar.
"The ape has spoken!"
"This is...a monster! A monster!"
"What's wrong with this world? Are there really monsters?" The noisy voices boiled.
In the Zixiao Palace, all the heads looked at Cao Zhe with surprise and strange eyes.
They heard clearly the conversation between Cao Zhe and the ape demon just now.
Is this ape demon also a disciple of Cao Zhe?
Cao Zhe smiled slightly, not caring about the questioning, doubtful or even interrogating looks.
He stood up and said to the kowtowing white ape: "Okay! Now that you have come here, use your own ability to stand up step by step. If you win the first place, I will officially admit you. "
As soon as this statement came out, the crowd was in an uproar.
Master Zhang... actually wants to accept a demon monkey as his disciple?
Not to mention how much this impacts our outlook.
This incident itself was intolerable, let alone those in the martial arts world who planned to win the first place and become apprentices to Zhang Sanfeng.
Even among the Taoists in Wudang Mountain, few gave Yuan Bupo a good look.
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