The situation in the field changed drastically.

Wang Cheng and Lu Weihong, as well as the two monks Wukong and Yongcheng who were fighting, both stopped tacitly at the same time, and took a step back vigilantly, trying to figure out the situation before continuing.

After all, it is difficult for both sides to completely defeat their opponents for a while.

Wang Cheng hurriedly looked back and saw his master, Taoist Changhe, standing safely on the roof of the car, majestic and as if the Thunder God had descended to earth, he breathed a sigh of relief and knew that he had won.

On the opposite car, Yang Ping Zhenren was completely trapped in the lid of the car, smashing the front part of the car. The two tires in front were crushed by huge force, and two streams of dust were stirred up in the roar.

Then, cracks could be seen throughout the car body, extending throughout the car.

The next breath, the car, which was also a military off-road vehicle, completely disintegrated, making a crisp clang, and then the two axles of the chassis fell off, four wheels rolled out, and the doors and other parts fell off the car...

Taoist Changhe stood on the roof of the car, looking down at the true man Yangping who seemed to be unconscious on the opposite side, shouting: "Yangping, do you know your guilt?"

This question still exploded like thunder, rushing over, shocking Yang Ping and the entire car again.

Standing in front of the car, the two monks Wukong and Yongcheng also hurriedly took off their horses to resist, their expressions were extremely ugly and embarrassed. They knew that the failure of their operations had become a foregone conclusion and they were unable to save them.

They miscalculated and made serious mistakes in the estimates of the strength of Wang Cheng and Taoist Priest Changhe. The strength of the master and apprentice obviously exceeded the world's upper limit of understanding of the two.

"puff……"

Master Yang Ping couldn't help spitting a mouthful of sticky blood again, and his body could not move. He looked at Taoist Changhe with difficulty and said, "Changhe, you...you...you..."

He stared at Changhe with a few breaths on his face, and wanted to say this sentence, but in the end, his breath was temporarily exhausted and he could not lift it up in one breath. He couldn't say this sentence, and he suddenly fell into a coma, lying there without any movement, leaving only a faint breath.

Taoist Changhe snorted coldly at Master Yang Ping and said coldly: "It's always my defeated general." After that, he didn't see him exerting force, so he jumped off the roof of the car, smashing on the ground like a meteorite, making a muffled sound. He stepped on the ground with two clear footprints, and looked at the two Shaolin monks Wukong and Yongcheng opposite him with majestic and murderous aura.

Wang Cheng and Lu Weihong also followed, looking at each other with bad eyes. The two stood on both sides of Taoist Changhe, with a rainbow of momentum, oppressing the two monks on the opposite side.

Both Wukong and Monk Yongcheng looked extremely serious, but no one dared to take action. Once they took action, they would end up dead.

Yongcheng took a step forward, put his hands together and said to the Taoist priest Changhe: "Changhe, do you remember. You promised my senior brother a condition back then."

Taoist priest Changhe stopped and his eyes shot towards the other party like lightning, which made Yongcheng dare not look at each other, so he could only lower his head to avoid it. Changhe looked at Yongcheng and said in a deep voice: "I did promise Yong to ask a condition. However, you did so too much this time. Yongke gave me the favor that Yongke gave me back then was not so great that it could offset your sins."

Indeed, now both sides are almost in a life-and-death grudge, either you die or I die. One favor exchanges for two lives, that must be a great favor.

Obviously, the Taoist priest Changhe did not owe Shaolin Tianda favors.

Wang Cheng also said with murderous aura: "Wukong, remember what I said today. In my lifetime, I will definitely step into the Grand Hall of Shaoshi Mountain and let all you monks crawl under my feet."

Monk Wukong's breath instantly condensed, his fists clenched, his face turned red, his anger burned in his heart, and he couldn't help but take action.

Yongcheng hurriedly held it down. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and he was very nervous. He said to Taoist Changhe: "What do you want Changhe? You can't kill us!"

He said this without fear.

However, he obviously did not understand the current situation.

The Taoist priest Changhe made an instant move. With a wave of his hand, he directly showed the strongest Thunder God Hammer Technique. He punched out, and a thunder energy flashed with white light. In the blink of an eye, he came to the two monks Yongcheng and Wukong.

The two monks were shocked. Yongcheng knew that he had said the wrong thing, but he didn't have time to explain anything. The two hurriedly took action and joined forces to block this thunder energy before talking.

boom……

The two of them took action with the Shaolin's unique power-release method. The moment their palms touched the thunderous energy, a thunderous roar burst out.

For the first time, Wang Cheng looked at Wu Shengshan’s unique powerful energy so closely. The moment Monk Wukong and Monk Yongcheng came into contact, the muscles all over their bodies trembled, including the muscles on their faces, and then the qi and blood in their bodies would collapse, so naturally they could not accumulate strength to resist.

Therefore, in just a moment, the large masters of Shaolin Temple were defeated by Taoist Changhe with one move without any resistance.

Moreover, he was defeated by the Thunder Gang Qi of the Tiangang Fist technique from the air, and there was not even a substantial fight.

The gap in strength between the two sides is almost impossible to calculate.

It was only then that Wang Cheng realized that in recent times, not only his own strength has improved by leaps and bounds, but also his master, Taoist Changhe, has also made great progress, with an increase of more than himself, and he has almost entered the ranks of world-class top masters.

He looked at the master deeply, and the worries in Wang Cheng's eyes flashed.

He knew that if the master wanted to improve his strength, he would have to pay a considerable price.

Bang, bang...

With two muffled sounds, Monk Wukong and Monk Yongcheng were beaten out by this thunder energy and fell into the pile of car parts. They were in a mess all over, their monk's robe were broken, and their muscles were still trembling and numb, and their faces and eyes were filled with a look of horror.

This kind of explosion will make people numb all their muscles and thunder and blood scattered, and they can't think of how to resist it.

Once touched, the thunder force would spread throughout the body, the muscles of the body trembled and numb, and the qi and blood would also stagnate. Wouldn't that mean that the Taoist Changhe is invincible at this moment?

Both monks regretted this action a little.

In fact, the Golden Bell Cover among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin has reached the level of great success, and its physical fitness has been greatly improved, and its qi and blood penetrate every part of the body. It can withstand the impact of thunder force on muscles, qi and blood.

It’s a pity that neither of the two monks here have practiced it.

"puff!"

Monk Yongcheng opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. This mouthful of blood also spit out the thunder spirit in the blood of the body, and his whole body felt much more relaxed. Then he said hurriedly: "Changhe, I, I don't mean that. I mean, we didn't mean to kill you at the beginning. We just wanted to discuss the affairs of the religious office with you... So, now I'm asking your subordinates to show mercy... We were also bewitched by Yang Ping, and he personally went to Shaoshishan to persuade the inner sect to host..."

Taoist Changhe's eyes flashed and he asked, "Is it your inner sect's host to join forces with Longhu Mountain?"

Monk Yongcheng quickly shook his head, saying, "No, it's not our Shaolin meaning, it's Longhu Mountain that asks us to take action at a price."

"That's the same."

Changhe naturally had his own judgment. He no longer listened to Yongcheng's words and waved his hand. He shouted: "I will record what happened today for now and I won't kill you. You go back and tell Yongwen that from now on, Shaolin and I will only have hatred. If there is another next time, I will kill as much as I come."

A trace of joy flashed across Yongcheng's face, and he ignored everything else. He survived first and said hurriedly: "Thank you for not killing the Taoist priest."

Taoist Changhe glanced at his disciple Wang Cheng and turned around and went to sit in the back row.

Lu Weihong felt that he had just come back to his senses at this moment, and he felt like he was watching a mythological film. He was constantly replaying the thunder and qi that Taoist Changhe had just taken just now. It was so powerful and cool that he had no friends.

Monk Wukong was sitting on the ground, breathing with a huff, looking at the ground blankly, his face full of reluctance and anger. But he didn't dare to speak, afraid that he would anger Taoist Changhe as soon as he spoke, and then let both of him die here!

In the end, Wukong just glared at Wang Cheng fiercely and said nothing.

However, Wang Cheng said, "Wukong, next time, if my master doesn't kill you, I will take your life in person."

After saying that, he ignored Monk Wukong's anger and turned around and drove. There was no need to spend more time here.

It's getting late now, so you have to speed up the time to get to where you live before dark.

As the driver, Lu Weihong woke up when she saw Wang Cheng get in the car. She hurriedly followed the car in a hurry and drove off. Her hands holding the steering wheel were still trembling.

All the glass in the car was broken, and Lu Weihong could only slow down a little and drove very seriously.

Wang Cheng looked back at the master worriedly and asked, "Master, are you okay?"

Taoist Changhe opened his eyes and looked at Wang Cheng with a look of listlessness. Then he continued to close his eyes, his chest was undulating violently, but his breathing was slightly invisible, a little weird. His voice said in a faint voice: "It's okay, don't worry, the old Taoist is in good health."

Wang Cheng sighed and whispered: "Master, you can't take action like this anymore."

Taoist Changhe smiled with relief, then shook his head without avoiding Lu Weihong, and closed his eyes and said, "Shaolin, people from Longhu Mountain think that I can't do it anymore, and they are afraid that you will grow too fast, so they can't help but take action. They want to completely suppress my Wusheng Mountain and annex the results of this martial arts competition. Remember to be careful in your actions in the future and be more careful. There are many enemies in Wusheng Mountain."

"I must show strong enough strength now to make them have some concerns. Yang Ping has been beaten by me. The Longhu Mountain person may be out of the mountain soon. I will have to have another fight with him before it will be over."

Wang Cheng was prepared for this in his heart, knowing that the struggle between sects would either be about to break up and retain their own strength; or they would fight to the end, and no one could leave halfway. He said seriously: "Master, don't worry, I have my own sense of my actions. The Longhu Mountain is the master of Toyotomi Yangji to challenge?"

Taoist Changhe nodded, still closing his eyes, and said in a serious voice: "Toyotomi Yangji has failed to return to Japan. He may be able to hear his death in one year at most. The person from Longhu Mountain must have been damaged, so I am not afraid of him for the time being. At our age, once there is any damage, there will be no way to recover, so he cannot have the peak strength anymore. I understand the unity of the universe and may not be his opponent."

Wang Cheng frowned and said, "Then what kind of boxing is he practicing? Dragon-shaped fist and tiger-shaped fist? But can he reach the state of fusion between dragons and tigers?"

Taoist Changhe shook his head and said, "No, his name is Yang Zhen. He is not practicing pictographic fist, but authentic Taoist internal fist, and the Zhuangzi lineage back then. After my master Xuan Ding Zhenren passed away, he was called the first person in the Taoist sect. After the founding of the country, he returned to Longhu Mountain to retreat and practiced in seclusion, and never came out of the mountain. Moreover, he has not been defeated for decades..."

Never lost?

Wang Cheng's heart sank, knowing that this is extraordinary. Perhaps it was a top peerless master like Wang Qiang and Qiu Shimin. He said worriedly: "Why don't we fight him if we don't?"

Taoist Changhe smiled and said, "This is fate and cannot be avoided. But don't worry, if it was a month ago, I will definitely not be his opponent, but the result may not be in the future."

Wang Cheng knew where the master’s confidence came from.

In the battle between Yang Zhen and Toyotomi Yang, both sides suffered huge losses and would definitely not be able to recover after their strength declined.

However, the qi and blood of Taoist Changhe is still in its peak period, and can still maintain the burning of qi and blood to continue to comprehend the deeper martial arts secrets of Tiangang Fist, and there is still room for improvement in strength.

In the future, Taoist Changhe may defeat Taoist Yangzhen from Longhu Mountain and seize the title of Taoist No. 1 master from Taoist sect from him.

Wang Cheng wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't speak.

Because, he knew that this was one of the master's greatest wishes in his life.

For two thousand years, since the establishment of Wusheng Mountain, it has almost represented the Taoist martial arts. The number one master of Taoist sect has been in Wusheng Mountain. Even Zhang Sanfeng, the arrogant Wudang ancestor, hundreds of years ago, has never taken away this title. However, after the death of Taoist priest Changhe, the number one master of Taoist sect fell on the head of Longhu Mountain, which was the first time in two thousand years.

In the hands of Taoist Changhe, Wusheng Mountain martial arts almost cut off its inheritance, and the Taoist sect was also lost, as well as national hatred and national hatred, etc.

It can be said that many things have been pressing on Taoist Changhe for a lifetime. In this way, it is extremely rare for him to get to this point step by step and achieve higher and higher achievements.

If it were someone else, it would probably be unbearable.

After accepting Wang Cheng as his successor, Wu Shengshan’s inheritance was worry-free; going to Daxue Mountain this time, he also fulfilled a thought. The only obsession left by Taoist priest Changhe was the thought of the number one master in this sect.
Chapter completed!