Chapter 48

"Me?" the little monk was in a daze. The old Taoist who could walk in the air chose him as his opponent.

This little monk who has just become a monk doesn't understand. It's incredible.

"Master?" the little monk asked for help and looked at the master. The old Taoist was so bullying that he had just learned a set of Shaolin long boxing. How could he be his opponent? As long as master said no, he immediately refused.

"Junbao, since the Taoist priest wants to compete with you, you can go up and fight with him." the little monk's master looks simple and honest, and doesn't think there is anything wrong. He doesn't know what the congenital environment is. He thought the white haired Taoist priest above wanted to instruct his disciples.

"Master, you?" the little monk looked sad and angry. The master even pushed him into the fire pit.

Under the expectant eyes of the people, the little monk turned back step by step. As long as the master called him back, he immediately turned around and left. However, until the martial arts competition stage, the little monk didn't wait for the master's shout.

"See, when the little monk walked to the martial arts competition platform just now, his legs swayed slightly and made a strange frequency. Is this a magical footwork?"

"I feel like it, don't you see? The little monk, with each step forward, the vibration frequency of his legs is much faster."

"Yes, it seems that it's either the reincarnation of Dharma or the rebirth of eminent monk manifesting Buddha nirvana. It's very good."

"Look at the little monk moving?" I don't know who shouted in the crowd. Everyone's eyes instantly shifted to the little monk under the martial arts competition platform.

He stood on tiptoe with his hands straight and upright.

"I know such a lightness skill?" a white haired old man said excitedly in the crowd. "I've heard that there is a peerless lightness skill in the Jianghu. You can't start it unless you are gifted. I'm afraid the little monk in front of you has learned it."

The old man with white hair said, his eyes narrowed slightly and shut up.

"You say so?" a young man in blue beside the white haired old man said hastily. Isn't it tempting?

The people around all looked impatiently at the white haired old man. The white haired old man looked at the eyes attracted by himself and was slightly proud. "It is said that there was an expert in the world who watched the white clouds in the sky and created a set of supreme footwork. The green clouds within ten thousand miles are the steps."

The old man with white hair finished and patted his head. Then he remembered this footwork, as if he had seen it in a novel.

"Look, the posture of the little monk is ready. He's going to take a ten thousand mile green cloud step." the blue young man beside the white haired old man said excitedly.

Within ten thousand miles, white clouds take the step. This is a profound lightness skill, which is no less than the previous sword move theory without sword and move.

At the next moment, the little monk's feet were much higher again. After standing for a long time, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Yang, "shopkeeper, I can't climb up."

Zhou Yang's face twitched slightly. He gently pointed to the suspended Biwu platform and landed slowly. Finally, he was only one foot high from the ground. The little monk stepped up.

"What kind of green cloud walk is this?" around the young man, a man glared at him. What is this peerless lightness skill?

"Not what I said, but what he said." the young man pointed to the expressionless white haired old man and said angrily. It was because he believed the old man's words that he lost his face in front of so many people.

"Today's young people are really shameless. Who would believe that you think I am a three-year-old child?" the white haired old man said with a look of contempt.

"That is, young people now push on the elderly when something happens. Look at the age of others. You're okay and frame others." Wulin people who don't know the situation around have denounced the young people and carried out rounds of moral - strong - rape.

"You go first!"

On the martial arts competition platform, Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist robe was windless and automatic, making a strong sound. A foot of white beard was motionless.

Everyone under the stage felt a majestic momentum coming face-to-face, as if Mount Tai was pressing the top, and his chest was slightly stuffy, making it difficult to breathe.

The little monk on the opposite side only felt a breeze blowing, some cool, relieved a lot, and his nervous mood was a little slower.

"Be careful." the little monk threw a fist at Zhang Sanfeng, directly stepped forward, crossed his fist, ran quickly in small steps, and pounded Zhang Sanfeng's chest.

Zhang Sanfeng drew a strange arc with his left hand to block the little monk's fist.

Bang!

There was a thunderous explosion in the sky.

An invisible air force spread around them, forming a slight whirlwind in Wanjie building, which made everyone's hair dance with the wind.

"Fuck! I can guarantee that the little monk has definitely become the golden bell jar of Shaolin Temple. If there is no terrorist defense, his internal organs will definitely be shocked into powder."

"You didn't see the collision between the little monk and Zhang Sanfeng's internal forces. If you don't have deep internal forces, how can you stand still? The Shaolin Temple muscle changing Sutra has the most amazing power. The little monk must cultivate the muscle changing Sutra."

"You are all wrong. I can assure you that this little monk has definitely become the long lost marrow washing Sutra of Shaolin Temple. Even the little monk is an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple. After the marrow washing Sutra is completed, he will wash his tendons and cut his marrow and rejuvenate himself."

On the stage, the little monk's fist hit Zhang Sanfeng's palms. The invisible Qi force was still spreading around.

"What's the rhythm?" Zhou Yang was a little confused. The little Shami was the reincarnation of Dharma. Don't talk nonsense. He was an ordinary little Shami. If he was really comparable to Dharma, it would be the future, but not the present.

Those Wulin experts under the stage all look strange. They naturally feel that the strong wind blowing around is made by Zhang Sanfeng with strong Qi, and the little monk really doesn't emit any internal power.

Is it really a peerless eminent monk who has returned to his childhood and his true Qi has reached the level of returning to nature, and they can't feel it?

"OK, the little monk is mighty. Defeat the old Taoist quickly." just listen to a crisp sound like a pearl falling on a jade plate. A girl under the stage who is roughly the same age as the little monk looks excited. She is wearing an apricot yellow shirt and a pair of smart big eyes, staring at the little monk who looks majestic.

Listening to the sweet voice of the yellow warbler, the little monk couldn't help turning his head and looking at it. He saw a girl with strange appearance and waved to him. Suddenly, he couldn't help blushing. He secretly said that the woman was like a fairy in the painting. He couldn't help getting close to her.

Buzz!

The girl in yellow just cheered, and a more violent momentum erupted from Zhang Sanfeng, forming an invisible yin-yang fish between him and the little monk.

The yin-yang fish kept rotating, and Zhang Sanfeng and the little Shami rose up. Stunned by the crowd, they hit the ground from the sky, and then hit the sky from the ground. The little Shami looked confused and flew up somehow. However, when he heard the cheers of the Yellow shirted girl, a set of Shaolin long boxing made it fascinating, and there was bean sweat rolling down on Zhang Sanfeng's forehead.

"Little monk, come on!"

"Little monk, come on!"

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Under the Biwu stage, only the cheers of the girl in light yellow shirt were left.

Those Wulin people under the martial arts competition stage were already shocked and stunned. Ye Gucheng's and fengqingyang's sword skills were too fast for them to see clearly and felt a little untrue.

It's like these two people, fighting from heaven to the bottom, and from the ground to the sky. This is the real master duel in their mind.

Finally, after two hundred rounds of the war, Zhang Sanfeng's face turned white, and it was obvious that he had lost too much internal power. When Zhang Sanfeng looked at the girl in apricot yellow shirt, with big eyes staring at the little monk on the stage, he couldn't help smiling, but a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zhang Sanfeng turned his hands into countless palms and photographed the whole body meridians of the little monk. The little monk only felt that his whole body was shocked and comfortable. The next moment, he found that he had fallen under the martial arts competition platform. He was slightly disappointed when he thought of the cheers of the girl in yellow shirt.

"Master, are you all right?" Zhang Sanfeng just walked down the stage. Song Yuanqiao, the leader of Wudang, looked at Zhang Sanfeng nervously. In his mind, the invincible master has never been so weak. At the same time, he also had endless doubts.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't reply. He turned to look at the little monk and the girl in yellow shirt who talked happily. He couldn't help touching a pair of iron Arhats that had been carried on him for nearly a hundred years, with memories, blessings and memories. He whispered, "I hope you are no longer me."

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