"Ding…defeated third-rate master, Emei disciple x 1, reward 50 points.”
"Ding…defeated a second-rate master, Kongtong Sect disciple x1. Reward: 100 points.”
"Ding…defeated second rate expert, Emei disciple x 1, reward 100 points.”
“......”
As Lin Tian defeated all the martial arts experts, the system's notification sound kept ringing. Defeating the opponent could only obtain an average number of points, but Lin Tian was already very satisfied.
After all, this was the Shaolin Temple's territory. They had to give the Buddhist Sect some face.
Lin Tian's Wudang Taiji Fist was used smoothly in the chaotic battle. He had become more and more skilled and natural. Every time he attacked, there was a faint explosion of qi. He was extremely happy, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling and cheering.
The unlucky ones were the people from the martial arts world that they met along the way. As Lin Tian walked along, he was only left with a group of injured people lying on the ground, wailing and screaming as they lost their ability to fight.
Such an amazing performance, not to mention the people who had personally experienced it, even Master Liaokong, who had been in the martial arts world for decades, was amazed. Since someone could perform Wudang's Taiji Fist to such perfection, the only person who could compare to Lin Tian was the founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng.
Looking at the martial artists lying on the ground, Lin Tian couldn't help but sigh. Although he had never been to other martial arts worlds, in this world, the combat methods of these martial artists were already outdated. Not only was their internal energy cultivation very poor, even their direct martial arts moves were extremely poor.
It was no wonder that such a beautiful land would be occupied by the even more brutal Qing army in the end.
After defeating these trash, Lin Tian let out a long breath and said with a smile,"Now you should know how powerful I, Lin Tian, and the Azure Dragon Village are, right? In the future, don't underestimate the younger generation of the Jianghu. Little did they know that the younger generation pushed on the older generation, and the older generation died on the beach.”
This was Lin Tian's advice to them. It could also be considered an encouragement, lest these people used their status as seniors to tyrannize around. In fact, they did not have any strength at all.
All the martial arts experts were flushed red by Lin Tian's words. They really regretted it. Why did they have to take Lin Tian seriously before? Now, they had been beaten up miserably and lost all their face.
"Amitabha!" At this moment, an old monk walked out of Shaolin Temple and said with a serious expression,"This poor monk Liao Fan wants to ask Young Master Lin for a few moves.”
When they heard that it was Master Fan, one of the three masters of Shaolin Temple, a trace of hope appeared in their eyes. It was as if Master Fan was their life-saving straw to save their face. As long as Master Fan defeated Lin Tian, their injuries would be healed.
"Junior brother, you have to make a scene." Master Liaokong saw that his junior brother was about to attack Lin Tian, so he immediately shouted.
Master Liaofan was a martial arts fanatic. When he heard that there was an expert fighting against the martial artists outside the temple, he ran out with a happy expression. Now that his senior brother Liaokong asked him to stop, it was obviously impossible.
"Senior brother, it's not easy to meet an opponent.”Liao Fan said shamelessly.
"Sigh... Amitabha." Master Liaokong knew that he couldn't stop Fan, so he could only sigh and remain silent.
Lin Tian was not surprised by Master Fan's sudden appearance. If no decent opponent came to challenge him, then his reputation today would be greatly reduced.
Suddenly, a sense of danger flashed across Lin Tian's heart. He felt a strong wind coming towards him. Without thinking, he twisted his waist and swung his arm. An unusually fierce cannon punch was thrown out. Facing an expert like Master Fan, he naturally did not dare to be negligent. His fist carried incomparably violent internal strength.
Bang!
Master Liaofan's rapidly charging figure suddenly stopped. His palm was caught by Lin Tian's cannon fist halfway through. The fist and palm collided, emitting a dull explosion.
"Good boy, you can actually take this poor monk's Shaolin Vajra Palm.”
Master Liaofan cried out in surprise. He finally realized that Lin Tian was not an ordinary young man in the pugilistic world. He was a very powerful top expert.
"Master Liaofan's power is not bad.”Lin Tian gently retracted his hand that had thrown out the cannon punch and shouted again,"Please try the power of my Shaolin Vajra Palm.”
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