"You what? You're so rude." Mo Han stood with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said,"
"Even the monks of Shaolin's Yuan generation are so disrespectful and don't understand seniority. It seems that the current Shaolin can't do it anymore!”
Mo Han sighed as he shook his head. He looked like he was in pain and disappointed that he had failed to live up to his expectations. This made all the sects speechless.
Who are you? Why did he have such a high and mighty attitude?
The entire Shaolin Temple was so angry that their faces turned ashen. They were actually lectured by a child with such a tone and even said that Shaolin Temple could not do it. It was really too much!
Yuan Yin stood up. Half of her face was swollen like a pig's head. She could not care less about the swords and sabers of the Wudang Sect and the five great sects around her. She glared angrily at Mo Han, clenched her fists so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard, and said with a strong killing intent,"
"Humph! Brat, you're a junior, yet you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Today, this old monk will teach you a lesson!”
"Impudent!"
Before Mo Han could speak, Song Yuanqiao shouted angrily. He took a step forward and pointed his sword at Yuan Yin, saying angrily,""Yuan Yin, how dare you be disrespectful to Martial Uncle? Song Yuanqiao, please accept my brilliant move!”
Hearing this, the people from the five sects were all stunned. Yuan Yin was even more dumbfounded.
"Martial Uncle…which one is your Martial Uncle?”
Yuan Yin was confused. Finally, her gaze landed on Mo Han, and her face was filled with disbelief."You said…this fourteen-year-old youth is your Song Yuanqiao's martial uncle?”
For a moment, everyone looked at Mo Han strangely.
Wasn't Song Yuanqiao's martial uncle an existence of the same generation as Zhang Sanfeng?
However, Mo Han was only a 14-year-old youth. How was this possible?
"That's right. Mo Han guided this old Daoist to perfect the Taiji Technique and was of the same generation as me. Naturally, he can be the Uncle-Master of the Far Bridge!”
Zhang Sanfeng spoke calmly, but his words were unquestionable.
"This…"
For a moment, both Shaolin Temple and Emei Temple were silent and speechless.
With Zhang Sanfeng's status, it was naturally true that he had said so.
More importantly, Zhang Sanfeng actually said that Mo Han was guiding him in the Tai Chi Technique…
Could it be that Mo Han's martial arts attainments were above Zhang Sanfeng's?
But he was only a fourteen-year-old child!
Ignoring everyone, Song Yuanqiao waved his sword and said,"
"Your Shaolin Temple is aggressive and forced my Fifth Junior Brother to death. You, Yuan Yin, don't understand the etiquette of seniority and disrespect my martial uncle! Today, Wudang Sect's Song Yuanqiao will experience Shaolin's Master Yuan Yin's brilliant moves! Please!"
Looking at Song Yuanqiao's stance, the corners of Yuan Yin's mouth twitched slightly. Half of her face was ashen, and the other half was red from Mo Han's beating. It was extremely exciting. She was even more fearful and did not dare to fight at all.
There was no other reason. Shaolin and Wudang, one Buddha and one Dao, their seniority was not easy to talk about.
However, Zhang Sanfeng and Abbot Kong Wen were both sect masters.
As for Yuan Yin and Song Yuanqiao, they were both disciples and successors of the sect master.
It was just that Song Yuanqiao was the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, and his strength was very impressive. Yuan Yin was not confident at all.
In addition to Zhang Cuishan's death, Song Yuanqiao would definitely hold a grudge. If he took the opportunity to kill him, Yuan Yin would have no place to cry.
It was just that Song Yuanqiao had publicly challenged her, so Yuan Yin didn't know how to decline. She couldn't possibly say that she wasn't a match for him and was scared, right?
Just as she was in a dilemma, Yuan Yin's gaze landed on Mo Han, and her eyes lit up. I can't defeat Song Yuanqiao, but you're just a fourteen-year-old child. How can I not defeat you?
Yuan Yin immediately said,"
"Humph! Song Yuanqiao, since you said that he is your martial uncle and is of the same generation as Perfected Zhang, he must naturally have some outstanding aspects. This poor monk is untalented and would like to ask Martial Uncle Mo Han for guidance!”
Song Yuanqiao was about to say something when he was interrupted by Mo Han. He smiled and said,"
"It's naturally easy to guide the younger generation. It's just that I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself properly and accidentally take your life. That won't be good. After all, it wasn't easy for you, Yuan Yin, to become fair and fat by eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha every day.”
" You…" Being ridiculed by Mo Han, Yuan Yin was furious, but she sneered,""Senior, you worry too much. If you accidentally hurt this poor monk's life, this poor monk will admit defeat and have no complaints.”
Yuan Yin's master, Kong Xing the Divine Monk, also nodded.""That's right. Junior Martial Brother Mo, please guide Yuan Yin. If Yuan Yin's life was injured, he could only blame his lack of skill.”
He was also certain that Mo Han was only a fourteen-year-old youth, and his cultivation was definitely limited. He was no match for Yuan Yin.
However, to be able to guide Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji Art, Mo Han must have a very good comprehension ability and endless potential. When he grew up in the future, he would definitely be a huge problem for Shaolin. It was better to get rid of him to prevent future trouble.
Seeing that everyone was treating him as a pushover, Mo Han laughed heartily and said,""Since that's the case, attack. Bald monk, I'll send you to see the Ancestral Buddha!”
"Arrogant!" Yuan Yin was furious. She stomped on the ground and shattered the huge rock. Then, she rose from the ground and threw a palm at Mo Han."Skanda Palm!"
Yuan Yin didn't hold back at all. It was a killing move.
Mo Han smiled faintly. Instead of retreating, he advanced and avoided Yuan Yin's palm wind. He instantly used Taiji Fist and struck Yuan Yin's wrist, shifting his Skanda Palm to the side, causing her palm to miss.
At the same time, without waiting for Yuan Yin to regain her senses, Mo Han extended his left palm and pressed it directly on Yuan Yin's abdomen.""Wudang Silk Palm!"
This palm strike did not have the terrifying fluctuations of the Skanda Palm, nor did it have a huge aura. On the contrary, it was a little soft.
However, such a weak palm strike caused Yuan Yin's face to instantly turn pale. Her eyes widened as if all her internal organs had been displaced and destroyed.
The Wudang Soft Palm was full of charm and hidden force!
With a single palm, Yuan Yin was sent flying, blood splattering across the sky.
"Yuan Yin!"
Kong Xing could not help but exclaim when he saw this. He did not expect Yuan Yin to not be able to withstand a single palm strike from Mo Han!
However, at this moment, Mo Han took a step forward and pulled Yuan Yin, who had yet to land on the ground, back. Then, he leaned his left shoulder forward and sent her flying again.
Then, he pulled it back again, sent it flying, pulled it back again, and sent it flying again…
It was a classic routine of Taiji Fist. Pulling him back, torturing him, pulling him back again, torturing him again. Even if he wanted to die, he wouldn't let him die easily.
In the end, Mo Han kicked out, and Yuan Yin was sent flying at a strange angle.
In the end, he fell to the ground and knelt in front of Zhang Cuishan's corpse. He was dead, as if he was repenting!
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