"Failed!"
"Zhenzhen Zhang was defeated!"
Someone murmured something in a low voice, and the crowd burst into an uproar.
Looking at the high-spirited green shirt in front of the cliff, people's mouths went dry for a while.
From early morning to night yesterday, from watching the game at night to early morning, no one felt tired. On the contrary, everyone was in high spirits.
Zhang Zhenren, who dominated the world, fell from the throne of being the best in the world, and was replaced by Li Zhige, the divine fist.
Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at each other with a bit of relief in their eyes.
Li Zhige did not go up the mountain because they were worried that Li Zhige would take away the title of No. 1 in the world. Now that the master has lost, a big stone has fallen from their hearts, and they feel much more relaxed.
Talents have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.
The era of master and old man is over. This era of martial arts is called Shenquan Li Zhige!
Lin Yunxiao shook his fist fiercely, and he knew that his master could definitely win. Having studied with his master for ten years, no one knows the horrors of his master better than him.
Wang Xiaoniu had a smile on his face and was not surprised.
Shi Hongshi touched his son's head and said with a smile, "Xiaobao, your uncle has won. From today on, your uncle is the well-deserved number one in the world, and no one can question it anymore."
The child raised his head, his face full of innocence, and asked his mother in a tender voice, "Mom, can Xiaobao join the Divine Fist Sect and learn martial arts from his uncle? In the future, Xiaobao will be the best in the world!"
Shi Hongshi shook his head and explained softly, "Xiaobao, that's not allowed. If you become my uncle's disciple, wouldn't you be the same generation as your mother? Besides, your uncle stopped accepting apprentices many years ago."
Having said this, Shi Hongshi turned to look at Wang Xiaoniu.
At that time, she did not want to be the leader of the Beggar Clan, but wanted to join the Shenquan Sect and practice martial arts with Uncle Li, but Uncle Li refused.
Although Shi Hongshi didn't know how advanced Uncle Li's martial arts was, she knew that the magical fist that had been modified and perfected by Uncle Li was definitely the best magical skill in the world.
If possible, Shi Hongshi would naturally want to send Xiaobao to the Divine Fist Sect. It would be best for Xiaobao to become the master of the Divine Fist Sect, Wang Xiaoniu.
Wang Xiaoniu noticed Shi Hongshi's thoughts, turned to look at the young child, a smile appeared on his dark and rough face, and said in a deep voice, "Sister Hongshi, if you are willing, you can send Xiaobao to me."
Shi Hongshi nodded and said seriously to Wang Xiaoniu, "Xiaoniu, this kid will trouble you from now on."
Wang Xiaoniu's voice was dull and he waved his hand, "Sister Hongshi, you are out of touch when you say that. I was still young when I joined the Divine Fist Sect, thanks to your care. Xiaobao is your son, just like my nephew. It’s not troublesome.”
In front of the cliff, Li Zhige calmed down his surging energy and blood, and looked at the immortal old man in front of him, his eyes full of admiration.
The Nine Yang Manual, the Twelve Dragon Subduing Palms, Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, and the Great Shift of the Universe. He had already practiced these magical skills to the pinnacle early on. He even innovated on the basis of these martial arts and created a new one. Door God Fist.
But even so, his martial arts level is still not as good as Zhang Zhenren.
If he hadn't been in the prime of life and if Zhang Zhenren's vitality hadn't declined, he would have lost today.
Zhang Zhenren, this is a martial arts master who shocked the past and the present. Even if a thousand years pass, his name will shine brightly on the title page of history, and he can be compared with the Patriarch Bodhidharma.
The old man raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said with admiration on his face, "There have been talents in every generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. Little friend Li, when I was your age, the old masters did not have such terrifying martial arts skills as you. Wait a minute. In ten years, you may be able to touch the mysterious way of heaven. I hope that the old Taoist will still be alive at that time and can sit down with you to discuss his understanding of the way of heaven. "
Li Zhige's eyes narrowed.
Sure enough, the old man in front of him has already transcended the scope of martial arts with half a foot, and then began to think about life, heaven and earth, and nature. He integrated life, heaven, earth, and nature, entered the Tao through martial arts, and embarked on another path besides martial arts. a road.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Li Zhige looked seriously and asked in a respectful tone, "May I ask Master Zhang, is there an end to martial arts?"
The old man blinked and said with a smile, "My life has a limit, but I know there is no limit. People are limited by their own cognition, so they often cannot see the way forward. In fact, any road has no end."
Li Zhige nodded to express understanding.
If one song stays in this world, then if he has practiced martial arts to this point, he has reached the end of the world. But there is a world beyond the sky, and in other worlds, he still has a lot of room for improvement.
Fortunately, he does not have to be limited to this world. He can go to other worlds to seek new breakthroughs and pursue the end of the road.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Li Zhige's eyes suddenly became sympathetic and pitiful.
If he was not born in this world, but in other worlds, with his talents, it would not be difficult to become an immortal and an ancestor.
The old man noticed the flash of pity in Li Zhige's eyes. He smiled freely and said, "Little friend Li, the old man's time has not yet come, and he may be able to live for another few decades. You don't have to feel sad and sorry for me. Ten years from now, you will be here again. Go to Wudang, the old master is still waiting for you here."
Li Zhige shook his head and said in a heavy voice, "Zhenzhen Zhang, I will leave soon. In ten years, you may not be able to wait for me."
The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes a little confused.
Li Zhige said calmly, "There is a sky beyond the sky."
The old man's body froze, and his eyes suddenly shone with infinite brilliance. His whole person seemed to be radiant with vitality, and his hearty laughter filled the entire Wudang Mountain.
The crowd looked at Li Zhige and Zhang Zhenren in front of the cliff with confusion.
Someone whispered, "Do you think Master Zhang is crazy? Why is he still so happy even though he lost to Sect Master Li?"
"You know nothing!"
"All masters are lonely. Master Zhang has stood on the top of the mountain for too long, and he feels the cold at the top. Now that he has been defeated by Sect Leader Li, he is naturally happy."
"Bah! You make it sound like you are a master. With your three-legged cat skills, have you forgotten who gave you the scar on your face?"
The crowd's chatter did not affect Li Zhige and Zhang Zhenren.
Li Zhige raised his head and glanced at the rising sun, then looked at the old man.
Although the old man was over one hundred and twenty years old, Li Zhige felt that he was like the rising sun in the sky, full of vitality.
Suddenly, the old man stopped laughing and looked towards the foot of the mountain with Li Zhige.
The foot of the mountain was covered in darkness, with countless figures wearing helmets and armor, holding weapons and weapons, approaching Wudang Mountain in neat steps. Because there were so many people coming, the entire ground seemed to be shaking.
Not only Li Zhige and Zhang Zhenren discovered the imperial army, but other Jianghu people also discovered the army approaching Wudang Mountain.
The faces of the crowd suddenly became ugly.
Someone yelled, "Zhu Yuanzhang also came from a rough and treacherous background. Now that he is the emperor, he wants to strangle me. Can't he wait?"
The faces of Song Yuanqiao and others were pale.
The imperial troops came to the foot of Wudang Mountain, and Wudang could not resist the black army.
Could it be that they are going to abandon the mountain gate today?
In front of the cliff, Li Zhige looked cold and said in an indifferent voice, "Zhu Yuanzhang is a good emperor, but he is too arrogant and too suspicious. Master Zhang, before I leave, I will force Wudang to retreat the imperial army for you."
The old man shook his head, stretched his muscles, and smiled at Li Zhige, "Little friend Li, why don't we compete again to see who can capture the commander-in-chief of the army first?"
Li Zhige nodded and said with a smile, "Master Zhang, please go first."
The old man opened his arms and jumped up, like a crane flying out of the cliff, swooping down on the dark military formation at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing the old man starting to move, Li Zhige was not willing to lag behind. He stepped on his feet and shot across the sky like a shooting star, falling towards the earth.
"What do Master Zhang and Sect Master Li want to do?"
"Are they planning to attack the military formation?"
The crowd opened their mouths wide, looking in disbelief at the two figures flying out of the cliff.
