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The good show in the cafeteria was quickly spread by others.

Wang Cheng fought against the top masters of the two generations of Shaolin, Wuming and Wuhe alone, and defeated them in a battle, without any power to fight back.

None of the young masters present was an idiot. Everyone could see that although Yang Qingyu also participated in the battle, it actually played a very little role. Because Yang Qingyu was too weak, he could only take one move from Wuhe, and the second move was no longer able to resist.

Therefore, everyone believed that although Yang Qingyu helped Wang Cheng resist Wuhe's move, Wuming and Wuhe failed to form an attack on Wang Cheng with more and less. But don't forget that Wang Cheng only used one hand to make a move, so the two sides were even. So, from this perspective, Wang Cheng almost had one or two strength.

These two people in one-on-two are not those ordinary masters of the Huajin realm among the Chinese martial arts families, but are the two most powerful top masters of the Wu generation trained by Shaolin. They are as strong as those of the top masters of the Chinese martial arts who have not yet exploded with the Danjin just now. Their strength is almost no weaker than the top ten players besides Wang Cheng.

After this calculation, almost everyone present recognized Wang Cheng's ability to win the championship. Even Li Shengyang was much silent when he left, and his eyebrows were no longer so confident. The strength Wang Cheng showed this time made him feel a little powerless.

When Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu left the cafeteria for dinner, another news shocked them and everyone else.

"Shaolin withdraws from the martial arts competition? Is it true or false?"

"I just saw it with my own eyes that Shaolin player Wu Chan announced his withdrawal from the National Martial Arts Competition. The organizer of the Martial Arts Competition has agreed."

"It's not because Shaolin lost to Wang Cheng just now."

"I think this is probably the reason. Shaolin defeated the less, which has become a joke. Although Wuchan did not take action, he definitely has no face to stay here."

"Wuchan is very strong. Although it is impossible to win the championship, it is still possible to win the second place."

“Is the second place useful?”

Some people were chatting about these gossips with some excitement.

Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu were both extremely sensitive people, so they naturally heard the discussions around them clearly. They looked a little strange for a moment.

"Let's go and see Wu Chan."

Wang Cheng whispered, looking a little regretful, but not very surprised, as if he had expected it.

Yang Qingyu had no intention of getting angry with Wang Cheng. He nodded quietly, held Wang Cheng's hand tightly, gave him some comfort, and sighed.

Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun also had serious and complicated expressions, and they knew more clearly the cruelty of the competition between warriors.

All the contestants who came here stood at the martial arts competition and became the focus of attention in the world. Who wants to leave so sadly? Who doesn’t want to win the last world number one?

However, being less powerful than others is so cruel.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that literature is not the first and martial arts are not the second.

Wang Cheng took Yang Qingyu and quickly walked towards the living area of ​​the top ten contestants. It was an independent small courtyard. Each contestant had a fully equipped suite. However, Wang Cheng's room was still empty. In order to distinguish the upper and lower levels of the top ten contestants and other contestants, his room would rather be empty, and the organizer did not allow other contestants to move in.

At this time, a car was parked at the door of the small yard. Monk Wuchan stood in front of the car and was saying goodbye to Li Shengyang, Peng Dong, Zhou Yu and other top ten contestants, folded his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, and solemnly bowed to the eight people.

"Amitabha, this trip to the capital, the monk originally refused because the monk actually did not like to fight and kill. The two senior brothers Wuming and Wuhe are more suitable, but my master insisted on letting me participate, so I had to come... Now, because I did something wrong in Shaolin, I have no face to stay here. Everyone, the monk said goodbye..."

Wu Chan clasped his hands together and said sincerely to the others.

However, everyone is a martial arts practitioner. Li Shengyang, Peng Dong, Ma Muti, Ye Qunsheng and others are not good at expressing themselves, they are just silent, with a hint of regret and solemn expression.

Ma Muti, a great man from the northwest, stepped forward and patted Monk Wuchan on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Monk, let's meet each other, don't be so miserable, when I go back, I will pass by Shaoshi Mountain and go to the mountain to see you."

Monk Wuchan smiled at Mamuti and said, "The little monk must sweep the bed to greet him."

The only female contestant Zhou Yu had a hint of emotion, but Yang quickly came down. She stepped forward, folded her hands together, and said to Wuchan: "Master Wuchan, after this martial arts competition, I will follow my senior sister to Shaolin. Please tell me back to Shaolin."

Wu Chan's eyes suddenly widened, he put down Mamuti, looked at Zhou Yu, and said seriously: "Oh? Donor Zhou, can't Emei wait?"

Among the top ten contestants, Zhou Yu, the only female contestant, looked a little thin and thin compared to the others, but at this time, her whole body exuded a sharp aura, and her hands were closed in front of her, and her movements did not change, because Emei was also a Buddhist, but Zhou Yu was not slandered. He immediately said seriously: "Yes, I have been in the Emei Mountain for a hundred years. This time I use the martial arts conference to come out. At that time, the master will send my senior sister and I to travel around the world and inform the world of Emei. Shaolin is the first stop. We will visit the three major martial arts families in the Central Plains one by one, and then Wudang, and finally settle down in Wusheng Mountain to end this trip."

As she said that, she paused, and continued: "In a few years, maybe I will travel to Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States."

The eight top players around were all looking at Zhou Yu in shock, especially the three major martial arts families of Shaolin, Wudang and Central Plains named by Zhou Yu, who felt the incomparable Alexander.

This is almost a reply from Zhou Yu on behalf of Emei to the world's martial arts world.

Emei, is it going to declare war on the world's martial arts world?

Shouldn’t Buddhism be more low-key?

The few were shocked and puzzled.

The Taoist priest Shenji of Wudang thought of Zhou Yu's senior sister at the first time, but his expression was even more ugly. Others may not be very clear. But he was from Wudang and knew very well a competition between Wudang and Emei a few years ago. The Emei woman was so powerful that no one among the young disciples of Wudang could compete. The most outstanding young disciple in Wudang chose to go to seclusion and practice boxing, and she had not gone down the mountain for several years.

This is also the reason why Taoist priest Shenji can represent Wudang to compete in the martial arts conference, otherwise it would not be his turn.

The woman in Emei, coupled with Zhou Yu, who is strong, believes that among his peers, there may not be many people in the world who can resist it.

Could it be that the Emei women really want to rule the world?

Thinking of this, Taoist Shenji felt that the end of the world was coming.

Li Shengyang, Chen Pingsheng, and Dong Tao, as the three major martial arts families in the Central Plains, were named by Zhou Yu on the spot, and his expression suddenly became very serious. Everyone knew that they could not show weakness in front of Zhou Yu.

Li Shengyang immediately said, "Then I, Li, will be respectful to the Emei Grand Prix."

Chen Pingsheng also said seriously: "The Chen family in the Central Plains must also open the door to welcome the disciples of Emei."

Dong Tao was under the pressure from the most. He knew that he might not be Zhou Yu's opponent, but he also said in a deep voice: "My Dong family must also open the door to greet him."

Zhou Yu clasped his hands together, nodded to the three of them, his face was extremely calm, and said, "thank you three."

At this time, Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu and the other two came over.

The nine young top masters all looked at Wang Cheng. Monk Wuchan immediately smiled. He had a hint of regret just now because he had not said goodbye to Wang Cheng. Now when he saw Wang Cheng, his heart immediately became open and without any worries.

"Monk, don't tell me if you leave, why are you leaving? You still have a game."

Wang Cheng nodded to the others, and then asked Monk Wuchan.

Monk Wuchan smiled and said, "Wang Cheng, you don't have to persuade me anymore. Things have come to this point. I don't want to stay here anymore. I'd better go back and recite scriptures and practice martial arts honestly. The ring may not be suitable for me."

Wang Cheng could only nodded, agreed to the matter, and said, "Okay, they are all big men, so don't be silly. You go, I will go to Shaolin to see you if you have time."

When Zhou Yu heard Wang Cheng say that they were all big men, he glared at Wang Cheng, but was ignored by Wang Cheng.

Everyone around them looked strange. With the hundreds of years of relationship between Wu Sheng Mountain and Shaolin, it would be impossible for Wang Cheng to go to Shao Shi Mountain to see Wu Chan. It would not be surprising that the two of them fought for their own sects.

Monk Wuchan also thought of this and shook his head and said, "Wang Cheng, it is fate that we will meet here. I hope we will never meet again in the future."

A glimmer flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes instantly. He knew that the next time the two of them would be the real enemy.

"I hope we won't meet again!"

Wang Cheng said calmly, looking at Monk Wuchan deeply.

Monk Wuchan immediately folded his hands together. When he saw everyone he should see, he directly pronounced the Buddha's name, and then got on the bus and stopped talking to others.

The car also started slowly and left here.

The fierce Shaoshishan ended at this point in the martial arts conference. No one stayed. Monk Yongzheng and others left here and no longer participated in anything in the martial arts conference.

This also made the second round of the martial arts conference lose one powerful player, and at this time, there were only four players, Wang Cheng, Ma Muti, Li Shengyang, and Zhou Yu. The draw of lots was very simple. After two rounds, you can win the final championship in the third game!

Monk Wuchan really left, and Wang Cheng didn't stay for a long time. He clasped his fists to the other people and said goodbye and left.

Zhou Yu suddenly looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Wang Cheng, in a few months, my senior sister and I will travel around the world. At that time, we will definitely go to your Wusheng Mountain. Let me tell you in advance. If your Wusheng Mountain is inconvenient, my senior sister and I will not go."

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at Zhou Yu, and smiled and said, "Okay, there is nothing inconvenient in my Wusheng Mountain, and we welcome it at any time."

After saying that, Wang Cheng took Yang Qingyu and others away.

Wang Cheng was not afraid of Mount Emei, and the other party was a woman after all, and Shaolin Wudang and Nanyang put him under greater pressure.

However, whether it is Emei or Shaolin Wudang, it will be at least half a year later to go to Wusheng Mountain next time. Wang Cheng believes that at that time he has solved the problem of retrograde qi and blood in his body, or even if he has not solved the retrograde qi and blood, he can completely control the retrograde qi and blood. He uses this to practice to improve his strength.

As Wang Cheng's disciple, Zhang Shaoyun felt very stressed again. After a trip to the capital, he felt as if all the warriors in the world were enemies of Wu Sheng Mountain. He wanted to challenge Wu Sheng Mountain. He thought that if he was his master Wang Cheng, he might all collapse.

When he returned to his residence, Wang Cheng was a hundred meters away. He became more vigilant because he felt someone coming to the yard again. In addition to the master's breathing, there were three breaths, and each breath was very calm. It can be seen that the internal family has a deep cultivation level and is not an ordinary person.

When Wang Cheng walked into the yard, he looked up and saw that there was not only Master in the attic on the second floor, but also an old man in linen clothes. There was also a middle-aged man and a young man.

"Wang Cheng, come up."

Taoist Changhe nodded to Wang Cheng and shouted.

Wang Cheng immediately agreed, patted Yang Qingyu's hand, and asked her to read books first or practice boxing. Yang Qingyu agreed well. After this little temper, a trace of distance and gap between the two disappeared, and her heart was completely filled with Wang Cheng.

Then, Wang Cheng immediately jumped on the spot, and his feet suddenly exerted force. The two stone slabs under his feet instantly turned into fragments the size of a little finger. He rose from the ground, and used the body technique of the True Dragon Fist, and his body became lighter and steadily landed in the small attic.

call……

With a strong wind, Wang Cheng was not as elegant and relaxed as his master when he landed on the ground, but his voice was not loud, with only a slight sound. He immediately looked at his master, Taoist priest Changhe, and clasped his fists and said, "I have seen the master."

Taoist Changhe waved his hand, looked at the old man sitting in front of him, and said indifferently: "This is the old guy from the Nalan family, Nalan Baishan."

Wang Cheng's eyes instantly condensed, and he immediately thought of the Nalan Feng brothers who were injured by him. He immediately realized that the other party was not good, and he clasped his fists seriously and said, "Wu Shengshan Wang Cheng, has seen Senior Nalan Baishan."

Nalan Baishan was very tall, about 1.75 meters tall, but the most eye-catching thing about him was that he actually had a braid hanging down to his waist, and his gray hair was braided into long braids. He drank tea with an extremely serious expression, glanced at Wang Cheng gently, and said coldly: "I don't dare to be it."

Wang Cheng didn't care about the other party's attitude at all. He just did what he should do. The other party did not accept and ignored his own affairs. Then he stood behind the master and confronted the three people on the other side.

Taoist Changhe said calmly: "Everyone of my Wusheng Mountain is here. If you have something to say."

This is simply said, but it also reveals a hint of desolation. The first sect that has been passed down for two thousand years is now only two people left.

Most of Nalan Baishan's eyes fell on Wang Cheng, and a trace of fear and jealousy flashed deep in his eyes. He was afraid of Wang Cheng's internal cultivation and was jealous of the luck of the Taoist Changhe. After receiving such a good successor, he said coldly: "The old guy from the Tong family is dead."

Taoist Changhe had the same eyebrows, and seemed surprised, but he felt no surprise. On that day, both Tong Jia and his family begged to the top of Wusheng Mountain. He knew that there was no one to ask for Tong Jia. If Wang Cheng didn't take action, the old guy would definitely die, but it was still a little soon. In just one day, he nodded and said, "I know."
To be continued...