Ming Jian didn't panic at all when his sword was grabbed, nor did he have any intention of pulling it back. He had already mastered the intelligent grappling hand, so how could he easily pull it back? Ming Jian's right hand was bound, but he still had his other hand and two feet. His left foot stomped on the ground and his body floated in the air. His right foot swept towards Wisdom like lightning. How could Wisdom be afraid? No, so Wisdom let go and retreated very quickly, so fast that everyone could only see a yellow shadow floating past. Ming Jian saw the opportunity and stabbed again. This time, Ming Jian used 90% of his strength, and a layer of white mist inexplicably appeared on the tip of the sword...
Mist! Or rather, sword qi! And it was calculated by layers! This moved Ye Jianli and shocked Nangong Changfeng! Ximen Ning's eyes flashed with a strange light. The sword qi was awe-inspiring, and the target was wisdom. Only the people involved knew the pain.
This stab contained 90% of the Ming Sword's true energy, so it was not to be underestimated. Wisdom naturally understood that he could not retreat anymore. If he retreated any further, his body would have flown out of the edge of the square platform, which meant that he was completely…defeated!
"Dharma Fist!" In the blink of an eye, another Shaolin unique skill bloomed in Wisdom's hands. In the air, his right foot took a strange step to the left, and his left foot withdrew his Dharma Fist. He instantly punched out with his right fist, and his right fist struck the sword without any fancy moves.
"Boom!" The punch made a loud sound three inches away from the sword. It was as if a thunderclap had suddenly struck the square stage. The two people on the stage were sent flying to the sides of the square stage. At this moment, it was already unclear whether it was the Sword Tremor Fist or the Fist Sword that made the two people fly back at the same time. Only the sharp force raged in all directions. Was it the fist force or the sword qi?
How big was the square platform? A mere 200 feet was enough to cut it off from the middle. The distance between the two people and the square platform was only 100 feet, and they began to fly back. The distance of 100 feet was instantly reduced to zero. The yellow figure no longer retreated, but fell straight down!
"Shaolin's Thousand Jin Drop!" The people of insight below the stage cried out in surprise, and then another crisp voice sounded,"Cloud Ladder! Heavens, just how many direct descendants of sects were there this time!”That's right, what that person called out later was the Wudang's Lightness Skill, Cloud Ladder, which Ming Jian had to use in order to deflect the power of Wisdom's punch and retreat, but he could not completely resolve it, so he had no choice but to use it to avoid defeat! As soon as the Cloud Ladder was used, Ming Jian's body did not retreat anymore. Instead, he stopped midway and shot towards Wisdom like a cannonball. Naturally, the long sword opened the way. The sword aura was still pointing at Wisdom like a venomous snake that had bared its tongue. Wisdom was no longer passive but active: His left hand formed a palm on his chest under his Adam's apple, and his right hand formed a palm behind his right side. The white-and-black monk shoes carried its owner and quickly met the Ming Sword that was charging at him at the same time.
Zhi Hui reached the middle of the square platform. The bright sword had already landed on the square platform, but the long sword continued to rush over with the bright sword. Shua, shua, shua, three sword strikes. Ming Jian's wrist shook violently, and the three sword strikes were like meteors stabbing at Wisdom's face, throat, and chest. Zhi Hui did not dodge, but instead went up to meet the attack. He stepped out with his left foot and moved his body to the right to dodge the two swords above. When the last sword came, his left palm, which was originally standing upright, suddenly swung out. When the palm and sword met, there was no loud bang like when the fist and sword collided. There was not even a sound. Ming Jian's face darkened. That palm strike just now didn't seem to be a palm at all. It was a piece of iron, a piece of dark iron, or perhaps a piece of dry hard mud! Just based on this point, it would take a lot of effort for him, the Bright Sword, to defeat Wisdom. This was not in line with his original intention. There was no need for him, the Bright Sword, to continue fighting. In fact, he also knew that Wisdom definitely had a backup move! Moreover, it was not a bad thing for the position of alliance leader to fall into Shaolin Temple. So, why should he continue?
With the intention of retreating, the battle was naturally one-sided. Of course, he, Ming Jian, could not be too conspicuous. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to bear the anger of the masses. Therefore, even though the sword shadows he swung out with his bright sword became more and more frequent, in most people's eyes, it seemed that the bright sword had been unable to attack for a long time and was angry from embarrassment, wanting to use a quick attack to win.
Since Wisdom was called Wisdom, his brain was naturally bright. The sword moves that Ming Jian drew out were fast and complicated. Most of them were feints. Only the occasional sword move could be considered a more sinister killing move. However, these killing moves were not enough to shake wisdom. This was clearly a sign of weakness from the other party, but at the same time, the other party did not want everyone to feel that they had been deceived and that Wudang Sect was humiliated. As long as it was not discovered by many people in the open, even if a few people found out, they would not say anything. After all, not everyone could realize that this competition would definitely end in a stalemate. However, it did not mean that there were no such people. For example, some of the direct descendants sitting in the chairs and watching and standing behind.
"Daoist Priest, it seems that Wudang Sect has no hope of becoming the alliance leader this time!”At this time, the only person who could say this without any scruples was Jiang Ming, other than someone from the same era as Song Mu.
As expected, after Jiang Ming finished speaking, Song Mu's expression was a little uncertain. However, in just a breath, Song Mu's expression had already turned into a smile. He cupped his hands and said,"Your Highness has sharp eyes. Ming Jian is indeed a match for Wisdom. Shu Ye has his specialty, and Ming Jian only cultivates sword techniques. How can he be a match for Wisdom who is proficient in all kinds of spells? Hehe, I'll congratulate Master Kong Jian first!”The last sentence was said to Kong Jian. The smile on his face was sincere, but it was clearly mixed with some pity. When Kong Jian saw Song Mu's expression, he understood what Song Mu was regretting, but he only said,"This penniless monk can't change Martial Nephew's own choice!”After saying that, he turned his gaze to the two figures on the square platform that were charging left and right from time to time.
Ye Jianli listened to the three old men's small talk and felt that it was meaningless. Instead, he felt that Dongfang Qiming's gaze was worth pondering," Dongfang Qiming, who was a wizened old man, was watching the punches and sword strikes on the stage with a smile in his small eyes. He would even take a sip of Longjing tea from time to time. Those days were really relaxing. However, Ye Jianli didn't dare to look at Dongfang Qiming for too long. That old fellow was a person of the human level, so it was better for him to continue watching the battle!
On the square platform, the sword qi and fist force had been flying around for nearly an hour. Those who did not know what was going on naturally clapped their hands and cheered. They did not realize that this was all a show between the two of them. As soon as the Wisdom Dharma Fist was unleashed, the fist force that it carried with it made Ming Jian's black hair fly. Before the punch arrived, the force arrived first. Perhaps it was because they had fought for too long, or perhaps it was because the injuries from yesterday had relapsed, Ming Jian suddenly spat out a pool of fresh blood that drenched a large area of the square platform. The sword that was originally used to kill could no longer be raised, but it was wronged to be used as the master's staff…
Ming Jian had been "shaken" by the fist force until he spat out blood and knelt on the ground with his sword to support his body. Wisdom naturally stopped. At this time, he was only one foot away from Ming Jian. Therefore, Ming Jian's sudden attack would definitely make it difficult for Wisdom to escape. However, Wisdom was absolutely sure that Ming Jian would not do so. It was time for an explanation for this battle. If it went too far, it would attract suspicion!
As expected, Ming Jian, who had been unable to attack for a long time, finally calmed down. He held the hilt and the tip of the sword and cupped his hands."Senior Brother Zhi Hui's Shaolin martial arts are superb, and I sigh that it's difficult to catch up with him. Coincidentally, something happened to my body, but Senior Brother didn't add any evil power to it. Senior Brother already has the potential to be the alliance leader! I'm convinced!"
These words were 90% true and 100% false, but everyone believed them.
"That's right, of course Senior Brother Zhihui's strength is not for show!”
"Hmm…Young Swordsman Ming Jian's chivalrous ambition is indeed worthy of being the descendant of the famous Wudang Sect!!”
“……”
"..." Everyone began to discuss at once. At the same time, they also blessed the Alliance Leader's wisdom.
Wisdom was wisdom. How could he lose his composure in such an occasion? Of course not, so he said calmly,""This Penniless Monk marveled at Junior Brother Mingjian's swordsmanship. It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, so how could Junior Brother only use ten years? I believe that if it wasn't for the fact that Shidi was injured too much yesterday, it would still be unknown who would win today!”
Wisdom's voice was not loud, but it clearly fell into the ears of everyone below the stage. His words were reasonable and made everyone sigh again at how broad-minded Wisdom was, how he was not arrogant in victory and not discouraged in defeat…
Ming Jian admitted defeat and left with his sword. The emcee hurriedly went on stage to announce the new leader of the martial arts world. Who knew that Wisdom would say first,"How can this poor monk take on the position of alliance master by cultivating his body and mind? Martial Uncle, please come on stage!" This explanation naturally showed that Wisdom himself was not suitable to be the alliance leader, and Master Kong Jian, who was highly respected, was the most suitable to be the alliance leader. After all, he was an old man in the Jianghu, and everyone was convinced by his experience. He was a wise martial uncle. Even if he was bad, how bad could he be?
After the alliance leader was chosen, it was the examination. In fact, the examination had already passed. During the competition, Wisdom and Ming Jian had both been questioned by the examiner and passed the test easily. At this moment, Kong Jian replaced Wisdom as the alliance leader. Most of the people had no objections, but a small number of people would not say it. This…could also be considered an unspoken rule in the competition!
Kong Jian becoming the leader of the martial arts world naturally made the people sitting on the chairs have to compliment him. After all, Kong Jian would be a person with great charisma in the sects present in the future. However, how many compliments were there? Except for the subtle, obvious, ironic, and praise, the rest were largely the same. Kong Jian was an eminent monk, but what was an eminent monk? The eminent monk's obvious characteristic was crafty, but of course, it was not referring to framing people. Since he was an eminent monk, he would always smile in response to flattery such as " worship is like the surging river "," admiration is like the Yellow River that can't be cleaned up ".
As the direct descendant of one of the four great aristocratic families in the martial arts world, Ye Jianli naturally had to put on an act as well. This was no one's fault, because this was the real martial arts world: The real world of flattery, ridicule, and mockery! After Ye Jianli, it was Nangong Changfeng. The pitiful Young Master Changfeng said in a respectful tone and disappeared in a flash. After him was Ximen Ning from the Ximen family. The icy beauty revealed a pair of big round eyes that were filled with coldness. The expression she looked at Kong Jian with was a little gentler, but the words she said were bone-chilling,""The Patriarch has already predicted that the title of the Alliance Master will definitely go to Shaolin, so he specially prepared an invitation to invite Master Kongjian to the Ximen family!”After saying that, the guard behind him immediately sent over an invitation…
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