On the bank of the Qiantang River, hundreds of disciples of the Divine Fist Sect gathered in a circle.
Looking at the two figures by the river, a group of people lowered their voices and did not dare to speak loudly.
The river breeze blew his clothes. Lin Yunxiao had a well-proportioned figure and a handsome face with a smile. He hooked his hands towards Wang Xiaoniu opposite him and said, "Junior brother, you and I both studied under the master. Now it's time to decide who is the winner."
Wang Xiaoniu was wearing a shirt made of linen. He was tall and strong, and his dark and rough face looked a bit rugged. His expression was serious and his tone was serious, "Senior brother, I don't need you to give in this time. Just try your best, otherwise don't blame me for taking it away." The position of the sect leader.”
Li Zhige sat on the bank of the river, lazily raising his eyes in front of the hundreds of disciples of the Shenquan Sect, and said calmly, "Let's get started."
Wang Xiaoniu stretched out his hand and said, "You are senior brother, please go first."
Lin Yunxiao shook his head, "I am the senior brother and you are the junior brother. You should be the one to invite me first."
"Senior brother, I'm offended!"
Wang Xiaoniu stepped forward with both feet and slammed forward, just like Gonggong smashing into Buzhou Mountain in anger.
His fist was wrapped in a layer of purple-red light, and he punched Kunlun.
Lin Yunxiao's eyes condensed, his aura rose, his brocade clothes fluttering in the wind, he stepped forward to face Wang Xiaoniu, raised his hand and punched.
boom!
Layers of whitecaps exploded in the air, and the violent force lifted up the land beside the river, breaking tree trunks as thick as a bowl.
The hundreds of disciples of the Divine Fist Sect were dazzled by the sight.
This is the invincible divine fist of their divine fist sect.
The two figures appeared on the river bank.
Lin Yunxiao dressed in brocade clothes and took two steps back, his expression extremely solemn.
Although he is nine years older than his junior brother, he is not sure that he can beat this junior brother.
Over the years, my junior brother has specialized in one magic boxing and has never practiced other martial arts. And he has a lot of mixed thoughts. He has learned most of the martial arts that his master knows.
In terms of talent, he is slightly better than his junior brother. However, his junior brother was not focused on anything else. He had been practicing the Divine Fist for more than ten years, and actually surpassed him in the attainments of the Divine Fist.
No, if you only compete with the divine fist, you have no chance of winning!
As soon as he thought, the air around Lin Yunxiao began to fluctuate. Centered on his body, an invisible force field began to spread and extend, causing ripples to appear on the calm river surface.
Wang Xiaoniu looked at the senior brother opposite him. His expression was focused, his legs were slightly bent, and his arms were stretched out, forming a boxing stance.
Wang Xiaoniu is tall and strong, and as he stretches his arms, he seems to blend into the Qiantang River.
Wow!
Wang Xiaoniu stepped out and the entire Qiantang River surged and roared with his fists.
Punches were thrown continuously, fists were stacked on top of each other, and the fists were connected with each other, creating numerous afterimages.
One punch pushed another, like a wave pushing against a wave, and the violent power poured out, trying to drain the water of the river.
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone!
Facing the surging river, Lin Yunxiao moved his hands, with his body as the center, the huge repulsive force pushed out the oncoming river.
boom!
Water pillars shot up from the river, and the air rippled like river water.
Lin Yunxiao stepped back continuously and retreated to the river. He stepped on the river water to stabilize his figure, and his expression became even more ugly.
Wang Xiaoniu's face was expressionless. He stood up from the ground, flew into the air, and punched Lin Yunxiao on the river from a high position.
hold head high!
The high-pitched dragon roar was deafening, and Wang Xiaoniu seemed to transform into an angry dragon, roaring and swooping down with its teeth and claws spread out.
The dragon roars from the sky, a shocking change!
Lin Yunxiao's arms bulged and the veins on his forehead squirmed. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands to punch.
hold head high!
Several dragon-shaped shadows were shot out by Lin Yunxiao, and they bit towards the angry dragon transformed by Wang Xiaoniu.
This is a usage of the Great Shift of the Universe combined with the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Water jets continued to explode on the river surface, and the water splashed onto the river bank, bringing some stunned fish to the shore.
The figures of the two people crossed back and forth on the river surface, and they exchanged more than ten moves in an instant.
Amid the stunned expressions of the hundreds of disciples of the Divine Fist Sect, the two distanced themselves.
Lin Yunxiao panted slightly, with sweat on his forehead, and said to Wang Xiaoniu, "Junior brother, if you are only at this level, you will not be able to defeat senior brother."
Wang Xiaoniu looked expressionless and replied in a deep voice, "Brother, be careful."
rise!
Wang Xiaoniu flew up again. His figure was tall and strong, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of purple-red light. Like a meteorite hitting the ground, he crashed down towards Lin Yunxiao on the river.
Stars fall, mountains and rivers split!
Lin Yunxiao was standing on the river. He raised his arms upwards, and the surging energy in his body turned the river water into purple.
Li Zhige stood up and shook his head.
Although Lin Yunxiao was very talented, he had an out-of-touch temperament. He learned all kinds of martial arts, but only scratched the surface.
Wang Xiaoniu is focused on nothing else, specializing in a magic boxing, and has already gained some of its essence.
Furthermore, Wang Xiaoniu was condescending and took advantage of the situation to punch.
Lin Yunxiao stood on the water, which had no force at all. After all, he underestimated his junior brother Wang Xiaoniu.
Seeing Li Zhige turn around and leave, hundreds of disciples of the Divine Fist Sect looked at each other in confusion.
Lin Yunxiao returned to the river bank. His brocade clothes were soaked by the river water, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Looking at his master's leaving figure, Lin Yunxiao's face turned blue and white.
A smile appeared on Wang Xiaoniu's dark and rough face, and he said to Lin Yunxiao, "Brother, I accept the offer."
Lin Yunxiao smiled reluctantly, shook his head and said, "Junior brother, I don't really care whether I am the master of this sect or not. It's just that I have always been nine years older than you, but now I am defeated by you. Do you think that senior brother is very useless? Is Master disappointed with me?"
Wang Xiaoniu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior brother, how could you think so? With Master's temperament, how could he be disappointed because you lost to me?"
Lin Yunxiao reacted and laughed, "Yes, we are all master's disciples. Master has never been partial to anyone. No matter you lose to me or I lose to you, he will not be disappointed by this." , but I’m too worried.”
"Junior brother, congratulations to you. From today on, you are the new generation leader of the Divine Fist Sect."
Wang Xiaoniu's expression was serious and he said in a serious tone, "Senior brother, master said that becoming the master of a sect means you have an extra responsibility. The Shenquan Sect is powerful in the hands of the master, but I am afraid that if it is passed into my hands, the reputation of the master will be ruined. "
Lin Yunxiao shook his head and said with a free and easy smile, "Junior brother, you are worrying too much. How many people in today's martial arts world can beat you? Besides, isn't there a senior brother to help you? As long as the master defeats Master Zhang, we will The reputation of the Divine Fist Sect can still rise."
Wang Xiaoniu nodded and said seriously, "Senior brother, I have never had any ambitions since I was a child. But since I have become the master of the sect, I will definitely not lose the reputation of Master."
On the outskirts of Qiantang, in front of several tombstones.
Li Zhige poured incense and burned yellow paper for Master Guo Qianshan, and said softly, "Master, thanks to your teachings, I am able to achieve what I am today. All the things I promised you back then have been fulfilled. The Divine Fist Sect has also been passed on to your disciples, and you can now smile."
"Master, this disciple has been at the Divine Fist Sect for twenty years. This time may be the last time that I offer incense to you. From now on, your disciples and grandchildren will honor your incense."
Looking at the grave next to him, Li Zhige stretched out his hand to remove the weeds on the grave. With a smile on his face, he said softly, "Sister, I'm leaving."
After bowing to the tombstones of his master, senior sister, and several senior brothers, Li Zhige stood up, his tall and tall spine seeming to hold up the sky.
Turning his head to look in the direction of Wudang Mountain, Li Zhige's eyes shone with a terrifying light.
