Flower Stealing Master Chapter 628: With 1 enemy 3

Rao is Zhang Sanfeng who has cultivated people, and he couldn't help being a little moved. Although he had served Master Jueyuan at Shaolin Temple, he was a handyman sweeping the floor and cooking tea. He had neither shavedness nor apprenticeship, and he could not say that he was a Shaolin disciple. The martial arts of the Wudang Sect were all created by him later with great concentration. As a result, the Shaolin Temple has always claimed to the public that he had stolen the martial arts of Shaolin, which made the Wudang Sect's martial arts dust.

However, Zhang Sanfeng was easy-going, and at the same time he thought that if it hadn't been for Master Jueyuan to pass on his Nine Yang Sutras, all martial arts after that were totally unreliable. It is not an exaggeration to say that his martial arts came from Shaolin.

But no matter how magnanimous he was, he couldn't help Shaolin being ridiculed again and again. At this moment, Xuan Cheng pointed at Sang Huai and couldn't help but feel a little angry. He replied indifferently: "Shaolin's 72 stunts are poor. I don’t understand, but martial arts work together in different ways. Pang Dao has created a set of boxing techniques in recent years. If the master is interested, the two schools can discuss with each other, and they should be able to learn something by analogy."

Xuan Cheng was stunned for a moment. He intended to test how high Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts is, but the other party mentioned everything to the height of the school, he dare not accept it. Although he is arrogant, he claims to be Shaolin for more than two hundred years. The first person, but Zhang Sanfeng is a half-celestial figure in the martial arts after all, and he is not sure that he will win. If he loses, wouldn’t it hurt Shaolin’s reputation?

However, Xuan Cheng is not a stupid person who can also practice Shaolin thirteen stunts. He soon got an idea and said: "Shaolin Wudang can communicate with each other. It's just that Zhang Zhenren is a martial arts senior. Playing alone will damage the reputation of the real person, and it is also difficult to achieve the purpose of communication. I don’t want to let Brother Fang Zheng and Xuzhu ask the real person for advice."

Xuan Cheng has always been arrogant and arrogant. When he was replaced by someone else, he would never disdain to join hands with others, but Zhang Sanfeng was too famous. Although he thinks of his own martial arts, he may not lose to the opponent alone, but it is about Shaolin's reputation, so he still intends to be safe.

Fang Zheng groaned slightly. Although he felt it was disgraceful to fight with more and less, the monks of Shaolin Temple have been curious about Zhang Sanfeng’s cultivation level over the years, but Zhang Sanfeng can’t go out of the mountains on weekdays, and what is happening in the rivers and lakes. It was handled by a group of disciples, and Shaolin Temple had no chance to investigate it. Now that this opportunity is rare in a lifetime, Fang Zheng is naturally unwilling to miss it.

As for Xuzhu, if he can fight against martial arts myths like Zhang Sanfeng, he is too happy to have time, so how can he refuse?

Seeing the unanimous tacit understanding of the three monks, Song Qingshu couldn’t help being furious: “What a Shaolin Temple, is there too many people to bully and fewer people? I must have nothing to say."

In Song Qingshu's view, whether it is Xuancheng, Fangzheng or Xuzhu, they are among the top masters in the arena. With their current cultivation base, it is of course no problem to deal with one, and deal with two at the same time. You can only protect yourself, and deal with the three people teaming up, and you can only escape from a distance. Although Zhang Sanfeng is a master of good fortune, he is a hundred years old after all, in case there is a mistake in the middle

Xuan Cheng sneered and said: "How can Zhang Zhenren join forces with others in the martial arts?"

Song Qingshu wanted to say anything else, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but the three of them want to beat the poor, but it is not so easy."

Song Qingshu was startled slightly, listening to his tone, he didn't seem to put the three of them in his heart, and couldn't help being surprised: "It's the boy Meng Lang, please, Zhang Zhenren please."

Xuan Cheng also felt underestimated, and couldn't help but secretly angry, and said in a deep voice: "In this case, the poor monk is offended." After speaking, the whole person turned into a red light and hit Zhang Sanfeng.

Fang Zheng and Xuzhu glanced at each other, and did not follow suit. After all, they were extremely relieved of Xuan Cheng's cultivation base, so let him test each other's details first.

Half of Xuan Cheng's palm, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the field, and the yellow sand on the ground was swept up all over the sky. Although it was not the opponent's target, everyone else in the field was forced to step back by the aftermath of the palm. .

Ren Yingying yelled, she closed her eyes and gently buried her head in Song Qingshu’s chest to avoid the wind and sand. Smelling the faint fragrance of her body, Song Qingshu had an unprecedented affection for Xuancheng: this great monk had a hand. Good assist

Suddenly there was an exclamation of Black Cloud Bead in her ears. Song Qingshu looked back and saw that she staggered and fell back. Of course he didn't want to see the other side's delicate cheeks hurt on the ground. , Freed her other hand, the ape's arm stretched and drew her back, grabbing Wu Yunzhu's slender waist, and hugged her back.

"Thank you, big brother." Wu Yunzhu's face turned red, and the scholar Ren Yingying put his head on his arm.

As for Azi, one of You Tan had appeared in front of her a long time ago to block the wind and sand for her, so Song Qingshu didn't have to worry about it. It's a pity that Azi still owes a trace of gratitude, and she complains secretly in her heart: Hmph, this dead iron ugly doesn't have any eyesight. People originally wanted to lie in the owner's arms, but if you did it, it made the little one cheaper. Nizi.

Song Qingshu naturally didn't have time to care about the minds of the women, but instead focused on the two people in the field~IndoMTL.com~ Although he was extremely assured of Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, Xuan Cheng was not an ordinary master.

Seeing Xuan Cheng's horrifying attack, Zhang Sanfeng smiled on his face, and didn't mean to evade at all. He let the opponent slash it with a palm, and only when the opponent's palm was about to reach his body, he slowly raised his hand to Hold the other's wrist.

Maybe it was about to attack the opponent, Xuan Cheng might leak his palm strength, and the wind on the court suddenly became much smaller. Everyone present, even Wu Yunzhu who does not know martial arts can see Zhang Sanfeng's movements clearly. His movements are too slow, and even Wu Yunzhu feels that his movements of raising his hands are much faster than him.

What can surprise a lot of people is that Zhang Sanfeng raises his hand surprisingly slowly, but he can stay and send first, and promptly hold Xuan Cheng’s wrist and push it aside, Xuan Cheng suddenly felt a soft force on his wrist. It heard that the whole person was a little unstable, and he staggered aside.

Ren Yingying subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the man behind her, secretly thinking: Zhang Sanfeng's move seems to be slow and fast, which is quite similar to the effect of his previous sword. Could it be that this man's cultivation level has been reached? Is Zhang Sanfeng in the realm?

Xuan Cheng was shocked, leaped back in a hurry, and opened the distance with the opponent. Zhang Sanfeng did not pursue him. He glanced at the leaves that were shattered by the wind in his palm around him. The deepest palm in the Shaolin Temple."

Xuan Cheng snorted, making the first move so embarrassed. Of course, Zhang Sanfeng's compliment sounds very harsh. However, he didn't pay much attention to the failure of this move. After all, this move was mostly probing. He only used 50% of his skill and used false moves in the majority.

Fang Zheng coughed lightly: "The younger generation has practiced the Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm for many years, and I would like to ask a real person for advice."

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