"Please enlighten me."
"Please enlighten me."
Buzz.
Fang Shiyu was even more talented than Hong Xiguan.
With just a stance, a sharp aura was emitted from his body.
Bang!
As his body moved, countless white lights emitted from Fang Shiyu's fist.
It was one of Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques, the Light Fist.
Fang Shiyu clenched his fist and launched an attack.
His fist emitted light, and a dazzling fist print directly penetrated his body, blasting towards Xie Junlin opposite him.
The surrounding people cried out in alarm, their faces filled with fanaticism.
Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills were first-class martial arts at the very least.
This was what they usually dreamed of but could not get.
Xie Junlin's expression did not change. He threw the True Martial Sword in his hand and asked Qiao Feng to look after it for him.
Then, he formed a sword gesture with his hand, and the soft sword qi circled around his finger.
The sword qi matched the fist mark perfectly.
Since he wanted to comprehend the difference between Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill and the other two.
It was naturally most suitable for close combat.
"Alright, I'll do it. I've cultivated Shaolin's Nine Yang Skill and have reached the great success realm. I'm naturally suited for the Light Fist. Be careful.”
Fang Shiyu's eyes lit up.
He and Hong Xiguan were only Shaolin disciples and did not know much about the feud between Shaolin and Wudang.
They were purely here to practice martial arts.
Therefore, being able to meet an opponent like Xie Junlin was enough to make them excited.
Dong dong dong.
The Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill in Fang Shiyu's body vibrated rapidly. Combined with the Light Fist, fist prints were continuously blasted out.
Xie Junlin still played it down.
As long as he waved his hand or opened his palm, countless soft sword qi would shoot out.
It blocked Fang Shiyu's fist.
At the entrance of Shaolin Temple.
Confusion appeared on Kong Zhi's face. He could not help but turn to Kong Wen and say,"
"Abbot, why do I feel that Xie Junlin hasn't used his full strength yet?”
"I have the same feeling. It looks like he is trying to comprehend the Fist of Light. However, he didn't have a mental cultivation method or fist manual, so it was impossible for him to comprehend it.”
"However, it's obvious that this kid has already cultivated Wudang's Twisting Finger Sword Technique and the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God to the Perfection Realm.”
"This is equivalent to two Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Skills being perfected. I wonder why the Xie family sent such a monster to Wudang. Isn't it better to send it to our Buddhist Sect?"
Abbot Kong Wen of Shaolin Temple looked at Xie Junlin with envy and pity.
He was envious that Xie Junlin had such high talent.
It was a pity that Xie Junlin was not a Shaolin disciple.
Monk Kong Wen no longer doubted why Perfected Zhang only sent Xie Junlin to participate in the competition.
Because it was enough to send only one person.
If the Shaolin Temple had such a genius.
He definitely had to send them out to earn some face.
At this moment, a strange change occurred.
Below the stage.
Fang Shiyu only felt that Xie Junlin's movements were getting slower and slower.
However, the sword light in his hand was still sharp.
His Light Fist had already broken through to the True Meaning realm.
However, it still seemed to be a little lacking.
Xie Junlin's sword light defense was indispensable.
Fang Shiyu felt strange.
The longer he fought with Xie Junlin.
The Nine Yang Skill inner strength in his body seemed to be drawn by some strange fluctuation.
Fang Shiyu didn't dare to use his full strength under the unknown circumstances.
On the other side.
Xie Junlin had already activated the Hundred Times Comprehension Halo.
The longer he fought with Fang Shiyu.
The more Xie Junlin sensed the Nine Yang Skill in his body.
It was a feeling of being of the same origin.
As time passed.
The Nine Yang Skill in Xie Junlin's body seemed to have finally resonated.
Under the support of this strange feeling and the 100 times comprehension halo.
Xie Junlin finally felt the aura of the Nine Yang Skill about to break through.
And this breakthrough was perfection.
Weng weng weng.
Finally, luck came to his heart.
The circulation route of Nine Yang Skill started automatically.
Vaguely, even the Taiji Mystic Art made way for him.
It made sense. The Nine Yang Skill was a part of the peerless martial art, the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Now, the Nine Yang Skill had entered the Perfection Stage.
It more or less had a trace of the power of the Nine Yang Divine Technique at the Perfection Realm.
It was reasonable to have such power.
Finally, the Nine Yang Skill was circulated to a limit.
Xie Junlin felt his entire body heating up.
The surrounding spiritual power of heaven and earth automatically rushed towards Xie Junlin.
The Nine Yang Skill at the Perfection Stage absorbed a lot of spirit energy.
Xie Junlin immediately felt his internal strength filling up.
Xie Junlin's face was red as he pointed a finger at Fang Shiyu.
The soft sword qi carried a trace of the true True Intent of Nine Yang.
His internal strength surged, and the area within ten feet felt scorching hot.
Fang Shiyu's expression changed drastically when he felt this internal strength.
He could not help but blurt out,
"The aura of the Nine Yang Skill."
When he reacted, he wanted to punch again.
The sword qi that carried the true intent of the nine suns had already arrived in front of him.
Boom!
There was a loud bang.
Between the two of them, a huge gust of wind blew.
The surrounding crowd could not help but cover their eyes to resist the strong wind.
"What's wrong? Was the victor going to be decided? Who won?"
He asked.
However, when the strong wind subsided slightly, they immediately turned their gazes back.
Even the Shaolin Monks who had been looking straight ahead were no exception.
Everyone wanted to know what had just happened.
"Brother, are you alright?"
Qiao Feng also rushed forward.
He placed a hand on Xie Junlin's shoulder and then used a wisp of internal energy to probe Xie Junlin's body.
Earlier, Xie Junlin's face was red. He was afraid that Xie Junlin was injured.
"This…Brother, you've broken through to the first-rate realm.”
Qiao Feng's face was filled with surprise. His voice was loud and clear, and he unconsciously told her the results of his investigation.
The strong wind on the opposite side finally dissipated.
Only then did the surrounding crowd realize that Abbot Kong Wen had unknowingly stood in front of Fang Shiyu.
Moreover, he maintained the gesture of striking out his palm.
"That palm strike just now was followed by Abbot Kong Wen?”
Some of the onlookers muttered in disbelief.
"Thank you for your ability, benefactor."
"During the competition, you can also use Shaolin's Nine Yang Skill to comprehend Wudang's Nine Yang Skill and comprehend Wudang's Nine Yang Skill to perfection.”
"After that, he relied on the spiritual power of heaven and earth attracted by his martial arts breakthrough to break through to the first-class realm.”
"Shaolin lost the second round.”
"In addition, if Benefactor Xie has such strength at the second-rate realm, then the first-rate realm is naturally even more impressive.”
"My Great Ming Shaolin Temple no longer has the confidence to win the third match. Today, in the match between Wudang and Shaolin, my Great Ming Shaolin Temple has lost.”
Kong Wen stood in front of Xie Junlin and put his palms together.
He said these words with a trace of grayish white qi on his face.
Hearing this, the surrounding crowd instantly fell silent.
This included the martial monks and senior monks of Shaolin Temple, as well as Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan who had just fought.
He didn't even fight the third round and directly chose to admit defeat.
Just how much pressure did Xie Junlin's strength give Abbot Kong Wen?
That was why he had no confidence in the Shaolin disciples?
Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan had the most say in this.
They looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
The power of that sword finger just now told them that Xie Junlin did not use his full strength at all.
Even though they were already the most outstanding Shaolin disciples and real Shaolin disciples.
However, compared to Xie Junlin, he was still not qualified.
The surrounding crowd didn't care.
They did not go on stage, and their strength was also low. They could not see that many tricks.
But they could see the results.
Wudang's World Wayfarer broke through at the last moment and shocked the Shaolin disciples with his palm.
He also forced the abbot of the Great Ming Shaolin Temple to admit defeat in the third round.
Xie Junlin was about to explode.
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