Wu Xiang didn't expect that just last night, Jue Yuan had brought this kid to visit him late at night, saying that he wanted him to practice martial arts. Today, this kid actually displayed such amazing martial arts.
The punch just now seemed ordinary, but the timing, angle, force, and technique were all just right.
There was a faint feeling of turning rot into magic.
Not to mention a young man, even an expert like him who had been immersed in martial arts for decades could not think of a better move in the face of the situation just now.
This kid was actually so amazing!
A thought flashed through Wu Xiang's mind. He was extremely surprised at first, then immediately burned with anger.
This kid actually dared to openly lie and conceal the fact that he had learned martial arts?
Wu Xiang looked at Zhang Junbao with killing intent.
"The Shaolin Temple is a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Even a young boy had such skills.”
"Good boy, let's have a spar. You only need to receive ten moves from me, and you won't need to say that you won't step into the Central Plains for the rest of your life.”
He Zu Dao was forced back by Zhang Junbao's punch, and his face was a little embarrassed.
He was one of the Three Saints of Kunlun, and his martial arts skills were superb. He had roamed the Western Regions for decades and had never met a worthy opponent.
If he was defeated by a teenager and news of this spread to the martial world, what face would he have left?
Thinking up to here, He Zu Dao unfurled the long sword in his hand, and with a hiss, sword light poured down like a tide, covering the sky.
Zhang Junbao had long known that once he made a move, today's matter would not end well.
He Zu Dao was after all a top notch expert. Although his martial arts had suddenly improved greatly these few days, it was still a short time after all, so how could he be his opponent?
But Zhang Junbao didn't regret it. He couldn't just watch Jue Yuan's master die under He Zu Dao's sword.
Seeing He Zu Dao's sword light coming at him, Zhang Junbao swung his fist to meet it.
The Arhat Fist in his hands was like a dragon flying in the nine heavens. His moves were as solid as a mountain, and his palm power was like the Yangtze River. It was indeed the style of a famous elder. How was it the skill of a young man?
Wu Xiang's eyes were filled with shock.
" His fist technique is so strict. It's fine, but this inner strength..."
Wu Xiang took a deep breath, but the killing intent in his eyes became even thicker.
This child's martial arts were so high, but he was unwilling to stay in Shaolin and shave his head to become a monk.
Before this, there were also examples of laymen in Shaolin Temple who were unwilling to shave their heads and become monks. Later, they turned against each other.
Furthermore, Wu Xiang already bore a grudge against Zhang Junbao.
He Zu Dao's eight moves were easily resolved by Zhang Junbao.
"If I can't even deal with this yellow-mouthed young man, but dare to come to Shaolin Temple to leave a letter of challenge, wouldn't I teach the heroes of the world to laugh until their teeth fall out?”
With that thought in mind, his sword momentum suddenly changed. He no longer had any intention of probing and used his true killing move.
For a moment, Zhang Junbao felt as if his eyes were filled with sword lights, pressing down like a mountain. They were airtight and flawless.
He was strong, so he was strong. The breeze blew over the mountains.
The moon shone on the river.
At this critical moment, Zhang Junbao suddenly remembered a part of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
He calmed down and punched out two normal punches.
This move seemed ordinary, but in reality, it was in line with the essence of Nine Yang Divine Art. On the surface, it was just an ordinary Arhat Fist, but it had its own endless wonders. It actually resolved He Zu Dao's fantastical and unpredictable high-tier move.
"Good!"
In front of the Shaolin Temple, dozens of elders cheered in unison. They all admired Zhang Junbao's move from the bottom of their hearts. They praised him for using the most ordinary fist move of the Arhat Fist to resolve the most complicated enemy move.
It can turn rotten and exquisite into magic, and dull into exquisite.
Such a response showed the demeanor of a martial arts master.
One had to know that he was only a teenager.
He Zu Dao was also startled. He did not expect that his killing move would actually be resolved by this young man in this manner.
Now that nine moves had passed, if he still did not win the tenth move, he would really have no face to continue living in the martial world.
Thinking of this, his sword light flashed and he no longer hid anything, displaying all his skills.
In front of the Shaolin Temple, hundreds of people were silent. Everyone knew that this sword was related to He Zu Dao's heroic name, so he naturally used all his strength.
Could Zhang Junbao take it?
Before the sword could reach him, Zhang Junbao could already feel his entire body being enveloped by killing intent.
The feeling of death had never been so close.
He knew that at this point, if he didn't use all his strength to obtain that sliver of hope, he would probably lose his life on the spot.
"Flying Dragon in the Sky."
Zhang Junbao shouted angrily and performed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
"Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, it's actually the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. How did this kid know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?”
After all, Wu Xiang was the Chief Monk of Dharma Palm. He had a wide range of knowledge and immediately saw through the martial arts moves used by Zhang Junbao. His heart was instantly stirred up.
Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was a world-famous unique skill. In the entire Jianghu, there were only a few people who knew Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
The Shaolin Temple didn't have this ultimate technique.
Where did Zhang Junbao, a servant disciple of Shaolin Temple, learn such an ultimate technique?
This thought flashed past and the situation changed.
The power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was indeed extraordinary.
He Zu Dao was forced to withdraw his sword and retreated a few steps before barely standing still.
He was an expert who had been famous for many years, while the other party was only a teenager.
He couldn't take down his opponent in ten moves and was forced back by one move. He Zu Dao's heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He suddenly laughed out loud.
"He Zu Dao, ah He Zu Dao, he is really arrogant.”
Then, he cupped his hands and bowed to Wu Xiang.
"Shaolin Temple's martial arts have been famous for thousands of years. Today, Kuang Sheng opened his eyes and realized that there were no false people under his reputation. Admirable, admirable!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and tapped the ground with his toes. He had already drifted away. His lightness skill was so high that it was rarely seen in the world.
In front of Shaolin Temple, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
Even though there were so many of them, once they started fighting, He Zu Dao would definitely not be a match.
However, if he really did that, Shaolin Temple's reputation in the martial arts world would be completely ruined.
Fortunately, a layman disciple made a move and repelled the powerful enemy.
It seemed that this child would definitely receive heavy rewards.
The Shaolin disciples in front of the temple gate all thought the same. They looked at Zhang Junbao with envy.
Unexpectedly, Wu Xiang, who was standing on top, suddenly raised his eyebrows and his face was filled with killing intent.
"Zhang Junbao, let me ask you, who taught you all this kung fu?”
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