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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 234: Challenge

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    Chapter 234 Challenge

    "Young monk, I am empty!" The young monk tithes, his eyes as clear as water, cast on Xu Zhu, smiling slightly, very friendly.

    Xu Zhu returned the gift and said, "Little monk Xu Zhu."

    He looked humble and serious, without any bearing of a top master. Against the backdrop of Monk Liao Kong, he was overshadowed and it was unbearable to witness.

    Monk Lokong smiled slightly: "Fellow Taoist Xu Zhu was born in Shaolin. He must be very skilled in martial arts. I would like to ask for advice."

    Xu Zhu was startled and looked up at him. Seeing his pure and innocent eyes and sincere expression, he turned to look at Master Xuanku.

    Master Xuanku¡¯s eyes flashed and he nodded slightly.

    Xu Zhu then turned around and nodded gently to Monk Kong: "Young monk, I obey."

    Monk Lokong¡¯s smile became even brighter, he took two steps back and said in a low voice: ¡°Senior Brother Huiwu, please teach me the swordsmanship of Donor Zhao!¡±

    The old monk with his eyes closed nodded, took a step at the same time, and suddenly stood in front of Zhao Yichen, as if his body was sliding across the ice.

    Zhao Yichen was shocked. Such a movement was sudden and extremely fast, and he was far behind.

    "I am not an opponent, but now, I have to use one more move to support myself. Anyway, they don't know how to kill people. They can't show their cowardice in front of the Shaolin Temple, and they can't lose face in front of the disciples. They can only fight!"

    With a strong heart, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, unsheathed his long sword, slowly laid it across in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Please take out the sword!"

    Monk Lokong's voice sounded, as soft as spitting beads: "Donor Zhao, I understand that my brother is not good at swordsmanship, so I'll use both palms to teach Donor Zhao's skillful moves!"

    Zhao Yichen's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed, his light flickered like a blade, and he swept the monk Wu's body. He wanted to use both palms to point at his sword, obviously he didn't take him seriously!

    Zhao Yichen was furious. Although he knew he was outmatched, how could he not be angry when he was so despised and his face was shamed in front of all his disciples in full view of the public?  !

    His face relaxed, and he laughed: "I'm really sorry, I'm not good at palm skills, so I can only learn from sword skills!"

    Seeing that the old monk still had his eyes closed tightly, not as if he didn't want to open them, but as if his eyes were already blind, Zhao Yichen did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

    Holding the sword tightly in his hand, he shouted softly: "Master Enlightenment, please¡ª!"

    "Just take action!" The enlightened old monk said lightly, his tone was light, but his voice was a little stiff and sounded a bit weird.

    "Then you're welcome!" Zhao Yichen said in a deep voice, he drew his long sword and stabbed out with an extremely fast speed, and a cold light flashed out.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? cannot move does not move, waits for the tip of his sword to reach in front of him, suddenly raises his right palm to lightly slash, the palm of his hand turns into a knife, the palm wind is so fierce, it seems to cut through the air.

    "Ding" made a crisp sound, like the sound of gold and iron. Zhao Yichen swayed and took two steps back. His face turned slightly red, as if he was slightly drunk after drinking.

    A huge force rushed in along the long sword. His arm was sore and numb, and he almost immediately wanted to throw away the sword and let go to relieve the soreness and numbness in it.

    Just for a moment, he suddenly smiled bitterly in his heart. His own internal strength was so different that even the sword against his flesh palm was at a disadvantage.

    That's it, the depths came out, and the experts knew if they shot. I did not expect that the internal force of the old monk was so deep.

    He took a deep breath, not wanting to admit defeat so easily, Zhenyue Sword Technique came into his mind. Now it seems that ordinary sword techniques are useless at all. Only by using special skills and using the best secret skills can he possibly hold on to a few more moves and not be in danger.  It¡¯s such an ugly loss.

    "Master Enlightenment, be careful!" He said in a deep voice, the long sword slowly thrust out, drawing an arc, the movement was slow, like a child playing with a sword.

    His movements are slow, but his eyes are bright and shining, his face is solemn and solemn, and he has a heavy aura that no one dares to underestimate.

    "Zhen Yue Sword!" The middle-aged man with a bumpy face sighed, showing an envious look.

    " Zhenyue Sword is the sword technique of Shenjian Villa. Not everyone is qualified to practice it. Only those who have previously reached a certain level of sword technique are qualified to practice it.

    Among the disciples of this generation, only the eldest brother has the best qualifications and the most diligent practice. Even though he is the owner of the village and is burdened with trivial matters, he still practices hard to reach the standard of Zhenyue Sword.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Practice our lives, but I am not good at it. I cannot bear the loneliness, so my achievements are not as good as those of my senior brother. I am convinced!

    "Whew¡ª¡ª" It was like a huge stone falling from the sky, making a whirring sound. Zhao Yichen's sword was like a huge stone pressing against the top, carrying huge pressure and rushing over with great momentum.

    Realizing that the old monk still had his eyes closed, he slashed horizontally with his right palm like a knife, unrivaled, even more powerful than before.It's even more amazing with a real sword.

    "Dang" A sound of gold and iron clashed, and Zhao Yichen's sword flew up.

    He staggered back five or six steps, his body swaying as if drunk, his face flushed, his eyes blurred but unable to focus, as if he was in confusion.

    The long sword rolled in the air and finally landed two feet away. It was inserted into the green brick with a "chi" sound, leaving only the hilt outside, but it was a sword.

    There is naturally no shortage of swords in Shenjian Villa.

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª?!¡± The disciples watching the excitement beside the martial arts field could no longer calm down. They didn¡¯t expect that the master of the village, who they thought was wise and powerful, could not take two of his moves!

    In the past, the gang leader¡¯s swordsmanship was superb. They always thought he was the best in the world. However, the gang leader was low-key and humble and never claimed to be so. But deep down, they felt that the gang leader was being polite!

    "Benefactor Zhao?!" Xu Zhu hurriedly took two steps forward when he saw it, and gently pressed his right palm on his vest, directly passing through a burst of internal energy.

    The internal energy of Yi Jin Jing was as mellow as wine, and it quickly circulated in his body for a week, calming down his turbulent blood energy.

    Although Zhao Yichen's internal strength is not strong, it is far inferior to Xu Zhu's. He easily subdued them and straightened out his blood energy.

    Zhao Yichen woke up immediately and felt that his body was warm and comfortable, as if he was bathing in the breeze of March, making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.

    He also remembered that this was a martial arts training ground and he could not be intoxicated. He forced himself to open his eyes, turned around to Xu Zhu, and made a tithe: "Thank you, Master Xu Zhu!"

    Monk Xu Zhu hurriedly returned the gift and said respectfully: "I don't dare to accept it, I don't dare to accept it!  Donor Zhao, are you okay?"

    Zhao Yichen nodded slightly and said with a smile: "It all depends on the help of the master!"

    "Young monk just raised his hand, you can't deserve it!" Xu Zhu waved his hands hurriedly and said quickly, feeling quite uneasy.

    The young monk took his time to stare at Xu Zhu, his eyes were clear but like sparkling waves.

    Zhao Yichen smiled slightly, turned around, and said to the old monk, "Master is really good at martial arts, I feel inferior to you!"

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????No matter how exquisite your swordsmanship is, you have no choice but to admit defeat when you encounter his brutal fighting style.

    "You're welcome." After realizing the tithe, the old monk took two steps back and stood back to his original position, like the Vajra on the left and right, protecting Monk Kong behind him.

    He kept his eyes closed. When Zhao Yichen saw this, he felt dissatisfied and said in a deep voice: "I am very curious. Can Master Wu see his eyes?"

    The young monk shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Wu is practicing the Vajra Eyes-Closing Arhat Technique. You cannot open your eyes, otherwise your ten years of cultivation will be ruined!"

    Zhao Yichen nodded, his expression brightening.

    "I see, I have misunderstood!" Zhao Yichen made no secret, shook his head and smiled bitterly, took the long sword handed over by Zhao Jingming and put it into its sheath.

    He took two steps back, turned around and smiled bitterly at Master Xuanku: "Master Xuanku, I feel ashamed, I'd better ask the master to take action!"

    Master Xuanku nodded slightly and said nothing, but his face was solemn as he stared at the three monks with eyes as bright as flames.

    Suddenly, the young monk opened his mouth, joined in the tithe, and said with a gentle smile: "Master Xu Zhu, how about we have a competition?"

    Xu Zhu was startled, he didn't expect that the martial arts competition would start so soon. He was no longer Wu Xia Amon, and he was no longer afraid of using force. Instead, he was slightly excited.

    Since we separated from Brother Qiao, Brother Xiao and Brother Duan, we have never had the chance to compete in martial arts. Now these monks are quite good at martial arts. It would be best if they could ask for advice to see if they still have any shortcomings.

    Thinking of this, he was excited and turned to look at Master Xuanku with a look of inquiry.

    Master Xuanku frowned, looked at Xu Zhu, and then at Monk Kong, hesitant, as if he didn't want to agree.

    "I have heard for a long time that Shaolin is the Mount Taishan and Beidou of the martial arts in the Central Plains. It is the best in the world in martial arts. I don't know if it is true due to its reputation. I think I will not disappoint the young monk!" Monk Liaokong is gentle and elegant, and his words are like pearls, which can be clearly conveyed to every ear in the field.  middle.

    Monk Xu Zhu glanced at Master Xuanku again, with a pleading look on his face.

    "Alas" Master Xuanku sighed and nodded slowly.

    "Thank you, Uncle Xuanku!" Xu Zhu thanked him hurriedly.
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