The top of Mount Huashan.
He Zudao looked at Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng angrily with his hands behind his back, "Are you looking down on me, or do you not want to live anymore?!"
Just by looking at their breathing, He Zudao could tell that Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng had not recovered from their old injuries.
I just don't understand why the two of them were less injured than him at the beginning, but they haven't recovered yet.
"Xiao Dao and Brother Yang have indeed recovered from their old wounds. It's not that we look down on you. We have made an appointment with you for the competition, so we have to keep our word."
Zhang Sanfeng said calmly while stroking his beard.
He Zudao is a bit boring. Can they be his opponent in their current state?
"So what if you come here? You were no match for me when you were together in your heyday. What's the point now that the old wounds haven't healed?"
Zhang Sanfeng rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily the case. Since you think our cultivation has not recovered, we might as well not use our internal strength to compete."
He Zudao rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Zhang Sanfeng, you are becoming more and more cunning now."
"Do you think you can defeat me without using internal strength? I was unrivaled in swordsmanship a hundred years ago, just with your Tai Chi sword?"
He Zudao stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and a dead branch flew into his hand. He glanced sharply at Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng.
"Then I'll give you a chance to challenge me."
"He Zudao, you are still so crazy, Xiaodao admires you!"
Zhang Sanfeng grabbed a branch and said, "Brother Yang, what do you say?!"
Yang Guo waved his hand, "My swordsmanship is unsightly, so you should have a test with He Zudao."
"You still have some self-awareness."
He Zudao waved the dead branch in his hand, streaking through the night sky like a shooting star, heading towards Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng responded with the Tai Chi Sword Sticking Technique, trying to entangle the dead branches stabbed by He Zudao and take them away.
He Zudao smiled slightly, withdrew the dead branch without waiting for contact, and used the Thunder Sword Technique.
This Thunder Sword Technique is really powerful. It is executed as fast as a thunderbolt. The place where the long sword trembles changes rapidly. There are always several changes in each move.
However, the defense of Tai Chi swordsmanship is very strong. Zhang Sanfeng can resolve any attack by Foot Dao.
He Zudao gradually felt that something was wrong. His Thunder Sword Technique was restricted by Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi Sword Technique and he was unable to exert his full strength.
He decided to change his strategy, and his swordsmanship suddenly became more agile, with elusive changes in every move.
"Zhang Sanfeng, your Tai Chi swordsmanship is really powerful with the help of yin and yang's mutual restraint, but it's a pity that it's much worse without the support of internal strength,"
Every time He Zudao's dead branches hit Zhang Sanfeng, they would always be deflected by an invisible pulling force.
Tai Chi swordsmanship is very evil. Fortunately, without the support of internal force, He Zudao could successfully break away from the dead branch in his hand.
"He Zudao, that's amazing! Now you can see the secret of Tai Chi swordsmanship."
Zhang Sanfeng was very proud as he stroked his beard.
He Zudao glanced at the proud Zhang Sanfeng, with a look of disdain on his lips.
"But it's much worse than my Thunder Sword Technique. If you hadn't been unable to use your internal power, you would have become a dead soul under my sword."
"You fart!" Zhang Sanfeng jumped up in anger, pointed at He Zudao and said loudly: "You are a stubborn duck with a tough mouth. The Thunder Sword Technique is good, but it is a level worse than Xiaodao's Tai Chi Sword. If you don't believe me, let's suppress our internal strength to the level of a master. Try it!”
"Zhang Sanfeng, please show some respect. Only the Grand Master can bring his swordsmanship to its fullest. You are no match for me. Only Feng Qingyang in the world can compete with me in swordsmanship."
He Zudao waved his hand, and the dead wood branches sank into the boulders on the edge of the cliff, with a faint smile on his face.
"You're here now, don't hide it. I never thought that an old monk who never leaves home would leave Shaolin and come to Huashan."
"Amitabha, today the masters of the Western University are gathered together, I have moved my thoughts in this world, and it is a sin."
The sweeping monk slowly walked up the mountainside step by step.
"You didn't inform me when you came to Huashan. Isn't it a bit rude?"
Feng Qingyang stood on the edge of Siguo Cliff. With a slight click, he flew to the top of Huashan Mountain like a roc.
If the news that today's top five masters gathered in Huashan spread, it would definitely cause a sensation in the entire martial arts world.
"Old monk, can you have thoughts about the world? Why don't I believe it? Do you also want to imitate Wang Chongyang and become the best in the world?"
He Zudao was a little strange. This sweeping monk has been hiding in Shaolin for almost two hundred years and has never taken a step out. Did he take the wrong medicine?
"The donor is joking. The title of being the best in the world is worthless to me."
The sweeping monk glanced at the Westerner with his calm eyes and said calmly.
"Then you'll be able to come to Huashan after you've eaten enough!"
He Zudao was very afraid of the sweeping monk. His appearance exceeded his expectations, and the subsequent direction became a bit confusing.
"Lao Na came to Huashan to wait for Donor Lu."
Zhang Sanfeng muttered in his heart, "What is this old monk doing with this brat? Did he do something to Shaolin again to force the old monk to come out?"
Yang Guo laughed, "Master, Qingyun has offended you again?"
The sweeping monk chanted the Buddha's salute, "Amitabha, Donor Lu has not offended me, it's just that I have something to ask for."
Yang Guo looked unbelieving, "Master, don't be joking. With your prestige and means, what else do you need to ask Qingyun for."
The sweeping monk's cultivation is so profound that no one in the world can make things difficult for him.
No matter how crazy He Zudao is, he may not be his opponent, let alone him and Zhang Sanfeng.
The sweeping monk showed a weird smile, "You all already know that the Mingjiao defeated the Beggar Clan."
"Of course I know that brat did a good job and didn't let the Central Plains fall into the hands of the Mongols again."
Zhang Sanfeng proudly took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a big gulp.
Wiping off the wine stained on his beard, he asked with some confusion: "What does this have to do with the master?"
"In the whole world, there is nothing but the king's land. On the shore of the land, there is nothing but the king's ministers. The Mingjiao has already aspired to win the world. As the leader of the Mingjiao, Lord Lu can naturally help me."
"Old monk, are you exaggerating? What if Lu Qingyun aspires to win the Central Plains? If I'm not satisfied, I'll still chase him and beat him!"
He Zudao said arrogantly.
"Then do you dare to kill him? With the imperial power, cause and effect will come back to bite you."
The sweeping monk's question left He Zudao speechless. The world's advanced martial arts is divided into two major factions, Taoism and Buddhism.
Kunlun School Xuanmen Internal Kung Fu is a Taoist breathing and breathing practice method.
Taoism talks about the commitment of cause and effect, that is, what they do will affect your descendants. This is also a concept of the so-called "family way".
If he didn't want the Kunlun Sect to end its inheritance, he would have to pinch his nose and do nothing to help Lu Qingyun.
Unless we kill him now, the backlash may be smaller.
People who have reached their level are more sensitive to all things in the world, and they care very much about cause and effect. They will not let cause and effect happen unless they have absolutely no choice but to do so.
"Old monk, why did you think it was him?"
He Zudao's mouth showed disdain. Shaolin monks like to engage in this kind of arrogant and mysterious tricks.
