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In the match between Zhou Yu and the Taoist Taoist Shenji, it seemed that the Taoist Shenji had been pressed and beaten by Zhou Yu, as if he was not as powerful as fighting back, and was being beaten from beginning to end.

However, experts can see that Zhou Yu's consumption is also very large, not as unscathed as it appears.

Wudang Mountain martial arts and Wusheng Mountain martial arts have one similarity. Because they are both Taoist martial arts, the early stage of martial arts practice is mainly health preservation, and they only start to exert force in the later stages of cultivation. However, once they exert force, the power will be very great. For example, Wusheng Mountain Tiangang Fisting Technique, once you practice it, you will almost be invincible in the world.

Therefore, the Taoist Shenji seems to have been practicing martial arts for more than ten or twenty years, and his Zhenwu boxing skills are quite high, and his internal cultivation is also very deep. However, his actual combat power is at most comparable to that of Nalan Feng, and may be stronger, and he will be weaker than Ye Qunsheng and Li Shengyang.

However, Zhou Yu's quick fight was quite expensive and his hands were a little numb. When she was over, Wang Cheng could see that her breath was almost messy. If the Taoist priest of Wudang Shenji could last a few more breaths, the result might be different. At that time, Zhou Yu's internal aura would be messy and he would almost lose 90% of his strength in front of opponents of the same level.

After all, women are women, and their strength and qi and blood are not as deep as men, especially their lasting combat power.

Zhou Yu was also a little excited when facing such a large ring game for the first time. When she came down from the ring and returned to the contestants' seat, her steps were a little sloppy. She also clasped her fists to all the contestants and saluted. Her handsome face was filled with fighting spirit that was inconsistent with her temperament, and she stared at the other contestants with her eyes and said in a low voice: "Don't think that we women are not as good as you. This time I came for the championship. Whoever wants to win the championship must defeat me first!"

After saying that, Zhou Yu took a special look at Wang Cheng, and then turned around and sat in his seat.

Wang Cheng just smiled indifferently. He didn't say anything.

Li Shengyang, Ye Qunsheng and others also looked calm and only smiled, and did not take Zhou Yu's words in their hearts. Because they all knew that if they wanted to win the championship and win the title of No. 1 in the world in the First Martial Arts Competition, their biggest enemy was definitely not Zhou Yu.

Then, Taoist Shenji walked down with a sad expression and sat silently in his position. No one paid attention to him, and he didn't talk to anyone, as if he was an outsider.

The two official matches have ended, and the next one is the exhibition match between other players. They have little to do with official players like Wang Cheng, so Wang Cheng still stood up and left the scene as yesterday. Yang Qingyu also left behind Wang Cheng like yesterday.

When Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu left, more than a dozen cameras on the scene gave close-ups to the two, especially the close-ups of Wang Cheng, which was so crazy. The cameras gave close-ups to Wang Cheng's face, hands, feet, calves, chest and abdomen, and displayed them on large screens for the audience to see clearly.

The audience also directly ignored the upcoming exhibition match and focused on Wang Cheng. Everyone was unwilling to leave, and they made fanatical shouts.

"Master, don't leave..."

"Master, take me with you..."

"Master, I want to learn Dragon Boxing, and I have no qualifications in a thousand..."

"Master, accepting me is definitely your biggest gain."

"master………………"

"master…………………………"

The audience stood up from their positions and called out loudly at Wang Cheng, wanting to keep Wang Cheng.

The scene where Wang Cheng used the flying dragon claw to hit He Dongyuan, and the scene where Wang Cheng ran 100 meters in seven steps, was played back on the big screen at the right time.

The loud sound of the dragon roar became the only background music for the shouting sounds of the audience at this time...

hold head high………………

On the big screen, switching the screen at the same time, a divine dragon flying among the clouds and mist appeared. Facing the sky, it made a roar to the sky and the earth... Then, Wang Cheng's figure appeared behind the divine dragon again.

These post-production personnel obviously admired Wang Cheng to a brainless level, and in a short time they created an animation to set off Wang Cheng.

"master……"

"master…………"

"master………………"

The master's shouts gathered into a frenzy again, but they still failed to leave their master Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng almost ignored the voices of the audience, and the big screens, his steps were not at all confusing. He calmly took Yang Qingyu away from the scene and entered the passageway. This made many people's faces disappointed, and his eyes kept moving with Wang Cheng's figure.

"Oh, the master is really gone."

"I just like the master's calmness and not taking us all over the world to heart."

"The master comes from the Taoist sect, so it's not surprising that he has such calmness."

"I'm going to book a flight to Jiangzhou, but there are groups."

"I'm going to become a disciple, don't rob it."

"I'll go to Wusheng Mountain to kneel down now. Can you snatch me?"

Wang Cheng ignored so many viewers, and almost all the audience did not feel disgusted. Instead, he felt that Wang Cheng's calm temperament was what experts should have. Unlike Nalan Feng, who liked to show off when he appeared on the show, and even posted his own Weibo, interacted with people on Weibo at all times, posted photos of himself practicing boxing, and photos of his muscles exposed in a bath...

Such operations like stars, coupled with the support and publicity of the country, did allow Nalan Feng to gather a large number of young-age fans in just one or two days. However, such fans are not firm enough, they are just fans with a simple herd mentality. When Nalan Feng was defeated by Wang Cheng and was seriously injured and unable to participate in the competition, the fans who gathered by show and hype in a short period of time disappeared overnight.

Such ignorance has made those who support Wang Cheng more determined fans.

Yang Qingyu stood beside Wang Cheng, enjoying the gaze and cheering voices of so many eyes. There was a hint of joy and pride for Wang Cheng. He whispered: "After the martial arts competition is over, our Jiangzhou will be lively. You may have to increase your staff in Wusheng Mountain, otherwise those dozens of Taoist priests may not be able to defend..."

Wang Cheng could also think of the crowded scene and smiled and said, "This is what my master wants to worry about. He has always wanted to carry forward Wu Sheng Mountain. Now it should be considered the first step to success. The following is to recruit disciples and cultivate elite masters."

"Then will you still accept disciples?"

Yang Qingyu asked curiously.

When Wang Cheng accepted Zhang Shaoyun, Yang Qingyu and others were surprised. They accepted disciples after a few months of entry, which is not uncommon in the martial arts world, but the key is that Wang Cheng himself was only eighteen years old. At this age, he accepted disciples after a few months of entry. That is definitely the first in hundreds of years.

Yang Qingyu also believes that with Wang Cheng's understanding of martial arts and the martial arts background of Wu Shengshan, it is absolutely no problem to teach a few top master disciples in the next ten years. By then, Wu Shengshan will become the real number one sect in the world. Wudang, Shaolin, and Emei must surrender.

It is possible that Jiangzhou can even become the center of the domestic martial arts world. Tai Chi Yang family and Xingyi Liu family will benefit from it and develop rapidly in a short period of time.

When Wang Cheng heard this question, he was a little stunned, thought a lot in his mind, then sighed lightly and said without comment: "It depends on fate."

He knew that the master Changhe’s old Taoist priest may not be able to accept disciples. It takes two or three years or as long as one or two years, and the old Taoist priest will face the danger of exhaustion of blood and death. As the only successor of Wusheng Mountain, he must bear the responsibility for inheritance. Therefore, he may be unable to control whether to accept disciples in the future.

It can only be said that it depends on fate. If he meets a good seedling and is willing to work hard, he doesn't mind taking it down and training it to inherit the incense for Wusheng Mountain.

The two chatted in a low voice. When they were about to reach the exit, Wang Cheng suddenly stopped and looked forward, his expression became cold. Yang Qingyu also looked over immediately, and a hint of coldness appeared in his gentle eyebrows.

I saw a tall woman standing in front of me, wearing a white Japanese samurai suit, with faint cherry blossoms embroidered on her clothes, her black hair tied with a simple ponytail, her strong-lined face was not covered with makeup, and her facial features seemed to be cut out from a knife, full of neutral beauty with murderous intent. She hugged her hands in front of her, holding a long sword in her arms, and looking at Wang Cheng without any emotion.

This woman is the disciple of Hattori Keno, the number one master in Japan, and Heira Sakura!

Both sides stood in the passage without moving, and did not speak, staring at each other, and five breaths passed.

Click...

A gentle and crisp sound was heard, which was the slight sound of Pingliang Sakura moving her feet and the clogs under her feet touching the floor, but in this quiet passage and in the cold atmosphere, it was extremely clear and harsh.

"Wang Cheng, you are stronger than that day, but you will still lose to the sword in my hand."

Pingliangying took a step forward, looked directly at Wang Cheng, and spoke slowly, as if her voice was full of sharp breath.

On that day, Wang Cheng grabbed her sword edge with empty hands. She still remembers that scene. This is the first time she has encountered such a thing since she started her tutor.

Moreover, this is the first time that the Ming Jian Tianyun has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and it is possible to escape unstoppably.

Wang Cheng's eyes were also flashing, and he kept looking at Ping Liangying, who was only five meters away in front of him. He found that the aura on this woman was more dangerous than that day. His whole body seemed to be like a sharp sword that left his body, as if he was a casual move or a casual look, and he was emitting a sword.

He must admit that Heiliang Sakura's understanding of swordsmanship exceeded his cognition. However, this did not affect his belief in his heart. He still believed that his fists could surpass everything.

"Heiliang Sakura, I hope you will lose the sword of inheritance on the ring and will not be punished for this when you return to Japan."

Wang Cheng also spoke calmly.

bass!

Ping Liangying's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and there was no movement. The sword in her arms shook out of nowhere, and an inch-long snow-white sword edge emerged from the scabbard. Within ten meters, it seemed to have become cold in an instant. A sensational chill came to her face. She said coldly: "If you want the sword in my hand, Wang Cheng, you are very arrogant. There is always only one result of being arrogant, that is, you die because of ignorance!"

"See you on the ring!"

Wang Cheng twitched for a moment, then his right hand was clenched in an instant, and he said something lightly to Ping Liangying, without talking nonsense with the other party. He immediately took Yang Qingyu and passed by Ping Liangying.

A trace of pride flashed in Pingliangying's eyes, and her body was motionless, allowing Wang Cheng to walk past her. The sword tip in her arms also moved slowly, and re-entered the scabbard, making another harsh sound of gold and iron!

Yang Qingyu grabbed Wang Cheng's right hand tightly, and after leaving Ping Liangying's gaze, his face was full of worry and whispered: "Wang Cheng, are you okay?"

Drops of blood were seeping out of the gaps in her fingers. This was not her blood, but from Wang Cheng's fist.

That night, the injuries left by Ping Liangying on Wang Cheng's right hand were still there, and because of the special nature of the famous sword Tianyun, it left a deep secret injury. Wang Cheng had never known it before, thinking that he could heal the sword injury.

However, just now when Pingliang Ying Jianfeng suddenly left his body, he also felt the skin tingling and cracking at the same moment when his right hand was injured.

Just when the sword edge was unsheathed, his injury recurred.

What a powerful famous sword Tianyun, what a domineering sword technique!

This time, Wang Cheng truly witnessed the power of Hattori Kensuke's sword technique and the power of his famous sword that has been passed down from Japan for more than a thousand years.

Huhuhuhuhu...

Wang Cheng controlled his breathing. If it weren't for the reversal of the qi and blood and suppressing the injury, his wound might have exploded again just now, and blood would have ejaculated.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Wang Cheng smiled at Yang Qingyu and said calmly, but his right hand and entire arm were trembling slightly.

Yang Qingyu hugged Wang Chengdi's arm tightly with both hands and whispered: "Let's go back quickly, should we find some medicine to come back?"

She knew that Wang Cheng's injury was definitely not simple.

Wang Cheng shook his head and said, "It's okay, don't worry, I have a way to go back."

Yang Qingyu looked at Wang Cheng's eyes carefully, then nodded and chose to believe.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the passage, they were filled with warm shouts like a tide. Tens of thousands of people gathered outside the venue were also shouting at the master frantically.

"master……"

"master…………"
Chapter completed!