Chapter 45 No matter how many slaps you take

The involvement of this game is far beyond Su Yong's expectation. In fact, in addition to the turbulent tens of thousands of people under the stage, in the sky that he can't see, there is also an all-round video system of Tianzhen Building sending live images to many relevant units from multiple angles. In addition, at this moment, some surrounding local TV stations are hurriedly. Recorder.

The influence of the Tianzhen Building is so great that he, an outsider, can't understand it at all, and many relevant researchers involved in the study of the earth array have long been as high as the god in the underground palace. Wukong, who represents the highest level of Buddhist martial arts among researchers, became the Taishan Beidou of martial arts in China and even the whole world early in the morning.

Even if people are a little suspicious of Master Wukong fighting with an unknown junior, the thoughts in their hearts will not be affected at all.

If there are just 100,000 people present, I'm afraid 100,000 people will think that Master Wukong must have won, including Xiaoya.

Only Su Yong thinks he will win.

After countless recording and broadcasting systems were ready, this dragon and tiger fight finally began.

In his previous life, Su Yong was just a military enthusiast and had little to do with martial arts. As for the Chinese martial arts journey, he, like many ordinary people, has a sense of awe. He always feels that those martial arts masters of Shaolin Wudang or other sects are real masters in the world. As long as he stretches out a finger, he can beat himself down.

Although this concept has improved after he practiced martial arts in his later years, he still has a respect for traditional Chinese martial arts.

There is no reason for this. It's just a mark left by past ideas and an indelible trace left, just like each of us.

But after he became a spiritual martial artist, he used his keen senses to find that the breath emitted by the master Wukong was only slightly stronger than Chu Nantian and Xiao Changfeng outside, which was probably equivalent to the level of Hong Yuanba's serum wind, which was slightly worse than his cultivation equivalent to the immortal swordsman and the three masters.

Therefore, he had the courage to shout out the "grand words" that let Xiaoya deposit all the money to buy what he won.

But as soon as Wukong took action, he found that he was wrong.

This time it's a competition. Both of them have no weapons in their hands. It seems that there are a lot of heart-pounding things missing. But only Su Yong knows that this time it is actually more dangerous than many experiences, because he has no understanding of Chinese martial arts at all. All his cultivation and martial arts knowledge come from the outside world and all from later generations.

Master Wukong's action was very slow, very slow. Just as Su Yong, who had no understanding of Chinese martial arts, was stunned, the slow palm shadows had reached his chest.

He wanted to move away and jump back, but found that he had fallen into a deep whirlpool of Qigong and could not extricate himself.

Taiji palm? Su Yong looked at the other party's familiar movements and thought. Finally, for a moment, he used his feet to force the ground and gushed out two red rays, retreating his body to the edge of the high platform.

But between such an intersection, the long internal force has shocked him with some blood.

It's so strange. Su Yong thought to himself. He didn't expect that the other party was not only proficient in the martial arts of Buddhism {mainly Shaolin}, but also had a deep understanding of some Taoist martial arts such as Taijiquan.

And everyone under the stage saw that Master Wukong repelled him with a slap and was about to cheer, but they saw the inner strength gushing out like a rocket under his feet, and they couldn't help turning into exclamations. These people living in the heart of the earth have never been to the outside world. They don't know how this substance-like strength is emitted, and some insiders can't help but make thousands of speculations.

As a long-standing inheritance, Chinese martial arts has a profound background. This kind of martial arts is not like the sword spirit learned by Su Yong's descendants. Every blow has a dazzling light, and every collision is earth-shaking. It seems to be silent, but in fact, it has the power to seize people's will in silence, just like the dark surge of the sea.

Master Wukong has lived for more than 3,000 years. During these three thousand years, he has participated in meditation and understanding every day, sitting in the garden every day, inhaling and practicing. In terms of the understanding of skills, it is definitely on Su Yong, a time traveler who has not lived for a long time. Even Yi Shuihan, the immortal swordsman of the pre-Qin Dynasty who has lived for 5,000 years, may not be as good as him.

Because the immortal swordsman's later years were immersed in emotions. And feelings are the nightmare of all monks, especially martial arts practitioners.

However, the peaceful days of 3,000 years are different from the barbaric and bloody hegemonic battlefield outside. The same is true of the derived martial arts. The pursuit of self-cultivation is obviously different from the skill of desperately trying to survive.

This difference is somewhat similar to the difference between Chinese martial arts and Muay Thai.

At this moment, Su Yong already had an estimate in his heart after a blow. He spit out the red light in his palms, and in the exclamation of the crowd, he seemed to wave two red airflow swords and force the other side one after another.

Wukong also knew something about the sword spirit of later generations. He was shocked and did not dare to take it. He hurriedly dodged to avoid it. Unexpectedly, Su Yong's palm red light was just an illusion. The red light was distorted and disappeared in front of the master Wukong, but it appeared again behind him who kept retreating.

If Wukong continues to retreat, he will undoubtedly encounter the two red rays by himself.

However, Wukong actually retreated and didn't seem to notice the exclamation from the stage.

With a muffled sound, the two red lights disappeared, and the figure of Master Wukong also shook.

Su Yong felt that his hands were stagnant, and his blood continued to churning. He couldn't help but be shocked: Hard Qigong?

Just as his palm attack slowed down, Wukong's palms came out together, bringing out a traceless force in the air, squeezing it like a huge sponge again.

Su Yong didn't understand the power of strength and weakness that could not be seen clearly in his previous life, so he simply used the simplest method.

His palms split, and the red light shone. The moving high floor creaked under his force. Stone debris flew on the stone floor. The long dark force of Wukong was suddenly dissipated by his strong internal force, and his body also retreated five or six meters awkwardly under the impact.

Everyone under the stage exclaimed in unison again. Many people who have placed bets have seen that it is not good. After all, this visible strength is too strong, and the deep traces on the floor are irredeniable proof. This kind of attack is much more intuitive than the invisible strength.

It seems that this young man with red light is a dark horse. Many people have rushed back to the substitution bet.

But Su Yong's blow aroused Wukong's competitive heart. As soon as he retreated, he stabilized his body and then unfolded his eighteen mantis legs. For a moment, there was no foothold everywhere on the high platform.

Su Yong flew up in the shadow of his boundless legs, suspended three meters in the sky, and roared in the void above Wukong's head. He had not landed half an hour later, which was amazing.

In fact, if Su Yong asks for victory, he can knock down the other party in an instant with illusion, distortion and fluctuation. However, in view of the identity and status of the other party, he always has to leave some face for the other party, so he has been retreating and dodging.

"One finger meditation." Master Wukong gritted his teeth and got up with bullets, shaking a small air vortex on the floor. His right index finger turned into streamer and quickly pointed to Su Yong's chest.

Before approaching, the roar of the fingertips had sounded sharply, and the audience in the front row below cheered in unison. Because they know that one finger Zen is the master Wukong's ability, and they generally don't use it.

And this move has defeated many well-known masters, and even the abbot of Shaolin said: "Master Wukong's one-finger Zen is the strongest in the world."

Su Yong listened to the sound of the wind, and his ears moved strangely. He had already calculated the blow. He put his hands together, and the red light in his palm was hidden, but he smiled and said, "Amitabha."

As soon as the voice fell, his palms had firmly clamped Wukong's finger Zen, which not only made the other party's sharp and unparalleled fingers unable to move, but even the whole palm could not move.

The two of them froze in the air and slowly fell to the ground. After a long time, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Good kung fu." Master Wukong sighed, "I lost."

Su Yong smiled at the corners of his mouth: "I dare not. Thank you for your advice.

Master Wukong admitted defeat? Thousands of people under the stage suddenly made a big swell, and some of them were unbelievable.

A very strong young man at the front desk stood up and shouted, "Master Wukong has not seen a defeat. How can he easily say defeat?" I'm a member of the gossip door, and I'm here to pay homage to this master. As soon as the words fell, he flew up and jumped to the stage ten meters in the empty space.

Wukong frowned at the young man and hummed, "Zhou Dafu, what are you coming to join in the fun? Can you stand his slap?"

The young man bowed to Wukong: "Master, it's not disrespectful to you. I really don't understand it. I don't believe that this man is really as powerful as a guardian."

People here all know that there are very powerful guards from the flood period, and those guards can only be dealt with by their enhanced robots, which can't be matched by any martial arts practitioners. However, seeing that he is also a Chinese, a master is defeated by an unknown guy, and the young and energetic people in these years are inevitably uncomfortable.

Wukong snorted and was about to scold, when Su Yong suddenly smiled at the uninvited guest and said, "Then how can you believe it?"

Zhou Dafu smiled proudly and said, "You fight with me until one side can't get up."

"Okay," Su Yong smiled and said, "Are you ready? I just need one move."

Zhou Dafu exhaled, stood left and right, stood on the platform like wooden stakes, and hummed in a low voice, "Then come on."

As soon as he finished his voice, Su Yong gently patted it and pressed it on his opponent's thick-haired hands.

There was no strong wind or roar, but Zhou Dafu's body was like a broken kite. He flew nearly 100 meters away, and finally fell into the fountain in the middle of the square.

PS: Give someone a plane, the mood is too bad, the mind is very confused, and it's depressing.

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