People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

"boom!"

The floor caved in and gravel flew everywhere.

In the midst of the roar, there was a thunderous explosion, and Zhang Wuwei unexpectedly deflected the wave of air from Grandmaster Sandu with his second-rank cultivation in the later days.

The strong wind blew everywhere, making everyone reel.

This?
He actually did it?

Countless people looked at the deeply panting young man with shocked eyes.

Even though the corner of his mouth was bleeding, it still couldn't hide his sharp edge.

Song Yuanqiao was excited and stepped forward. Zhang Wuwei must save today:

"Everyone, please forgive me for being unable to discipline you and causing you a little trouble."

"Trouble everyone, please, give Wudang a face, let me take him back and discipline him well."

Du E and the others snorted coldly: "Master Song has a lot of face, this makes it very difficult for us."

Three strands of the master's aura erupted suddenly, causing Song Yuanqiao to move wildly.

But he didn't take it seriously, instead he said uncharacteristically tough: "It's difficult?"

"Then don't do it!"

"Today, if he has the slightest injury."

"In the future, when I am Wudang, someone will go to worship the mountain!"

The blatant threat made everyone present turn pale.

Is this still that modest gentleman Song Yuanqiao?
If this provokes the person on the mountain to go down the mountain, I'm afraid it will be
These six factions may have to be renamed.

As for why Song Yuanqiao is so tough, he saw Zhang Wuwei relying on Tai Chi with his own eyes.

Forcibly breaking Sandu's blow, this is no longer the first glimpse of the way, this is already a small achievement.

This is not guaranteed, take it back and be taught by the master himself, what are you waiting for?
The three of Du E had ugly faces, staring at the long whip in their hands, at a loss for what to do.

They knew Zhang Sanfeng's terror. Looking at Kongwen from a distance, the three of them were just Shaolin's force deterrent, and the leader was Kongwen.

"Amitabha." Kong Wen took a step forward angrily, "Master Song, you are really domineering."

Now it is not about these times, the main thing now is to save Shaolin's face.

"I don't know if I am Shaolin, can I compare with one of them?"

Gently press on the stone pillar next to it, and then gently lift it up.

No sound was made, nor any momentum erupted.

But on the stone pillar, there was a clear five-fingerprint appearing impartially.

Not waiting for everyone to be amazed.

With a sound of "boom", the back of the stone pillar suddenly exploded, rubble flew across, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Kong Wen looked at Song Yuanqiao with a smile: "I have practiced this palm for 20 years."

Lift your legs to the ground.

"boom!"

The stone pillar weighing several hundred kilograms suddenly flew up, and with a "boom", it exploded in the air again.

"I have practiced this kick for thirty years."

"Master Song, can you stop it?"

"Wudang, can you stop it?"

Shaolin Wudang, Shaolin Wudang, Shaolin in front, Wudang in the back.

Shaolin always beats Wudang, when will it be the turn of Wudang and Shaolin?

Song Yuanqiao glanced at Kongwen contemptuously, and bowed in the direction of Wudang Mountain: "My master, Zhang Sanfeng, has a hundred years of Tai Chi."

"I don't know everyone, I can't stop it!"

Hey!
The crowd was in an uproar.

They all bowed their heads and whispered, talking a lot.

Embarrassment flashed across Kong Wen's face, he thought that Wu Dang would definitely back down if he showed a little more arrogance.

It's always like this, but today, why is Song Yuanqiao so tyrannical?
Kong Wen looked at Zhang Wuwei uncertainly: "Master Song, do you really want to abandon morality and justice for this son?"

Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly: "He is my Wudang disciple, and I will punish him at Wudang."

"It's not the turn of everyone here, especially some people, to make decisions without authorization."

He, Zhang Wuwei, had to be saved, even if it cost him his life, he had to be saved.

Over the years, they have been brothers and sisters, and there have been so many disciples up and down Wudang Mountain.

No one has learned the subtleties of Tai Chi.

This inaction must be preserved.

Kong Wen's expression kept changing, he was hesitating, whether to break face with Wu Dang.

He is not afraid of the Wudang disciples present, but afraid of that legendary figure.

While he was hesitating, Zhang Wuwei said loudly: "Uncle Song, I appreciate your kindness."

"However, on the journey of martial arts, you should ride the wind and waves, and you must not neglect in the slightest."

"Today, let me experience Shaolin's brilliant moves."

This time, Uncle Song yelled with sincerity, he really didn't expect that Song Yuanqiao would do so much for him.

This Wudang love has to be recognized.

Song Yuanqiao thought for a moment, and had to admit that what Zhang Wuwei said was right, there was no retreat in the journey of martial arts.

"Hmph!" He glanced coldly at everyone in Shaolin: "Since Wuwei is like this, let's give it a try."

"If they take advantage of their power to bully others, I am not without people in Wudang."

Shaolin blew his beard and stared angrily at these two sentences.

Usually they are Shaolin who threaten everyone and make people have to succumb, but today they are in front of so many people.

How come it was his turn that Shaolin was threatened?
It really made the monks burn with anger.

The three of Sandu looked at each other, and then at Kongwen.

Kong Wen said angrily: "Since someone wants to teach us Shaolin 72 unique skills."

"Then let's show it off, and don't let others underestimate my Shaolin."

Sandu nodded, and stood apart understandingly, forming a triangle, locking Zhang Wuwei in the middle.

"System, integrate all palm techniques, boxing techniques, and claw techniques."

"System, upgrade Tai Chi."

"System, activate the epiphany card."

Closing your eyes, an invisible breath dissipated with the wind.

It is not as sharp as swordsmanship, but more like a lit candle, as if it will be extinguished by a gust of wind.

But it is so natural, so casual.

"Uncle Song, watch it."

Stand with your legs shoulder-width apart.

Inhale, straighten your hands, press down slowly, and hold the ball with both hands: "A watermelon."

Slowly turned sideways, half-raised the arms, raised the legs, and straightened the arms: "Cut in half."

The body moves with the hips, like an open bow, with both arms bent, and slightly stretched forward: "Half of you."

Everyone was puzzled, and Wudang disciples even covered their faces.

This is Sazi?

Cut a watermelon in half? ? ?

Only Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at him brightly, as he did when his master came to teach Taijiquan.

The people who watched it were inexplicable, they were obviously slow, and there was no power at all.

The moment you touch it, it will tell you that it is different.

Sandu looked at Zhang Wuwei stupidly, what? ? ?
what is it? ? ?
"Cough cough." Kong Wen coughed twice: "Master, Wu Dang has already demonstrated his unique skills."

"Amitabha." The three of Du'e threw out their long whips one after another: "Look at the trick!"

Three poisonous snakes rushed towards Zhang Wuwei from three different directions with fierce momentum.

It's like three prehistoric beasts with their ferocious mouths open.

The momentum is overwhelming, and everyone watching is covered in hairs.

Zhang Wuwei moved his hands up and down, slowly drawing circles in the void, and retreated: "Tai Chi."