Chapter 99 Weak Rabbit Fighting Tiger

The disciples of the Buddhist sect took over. Although they were a little despicable, they did not violate the agreement, so there was no blame.

Xu Shaoyang, who is deeply aware of the rules of Huashan's Taoism, tightened slightly. Even if his strength is second to none among many of his peers, he is still a little guilty in the face of the wheel battle followed by several people.

His face was a little solemn. Xu Shaoyang returned a salute. For a moment, there was another fierce battle in the scarred circle.

"Bang...!"

The disciple of the Buddha Sect was slapped and fell out of the circle. The latter stumbled and said, "Master Xu is really good at cultivation!"

After he retreated, Lv Meng was walking out, and in the circle, Xu Shaoyang's clothes were already broken, and even his long hair was messy. His breath was messy, and his white forehead was full of sweat.

" Shaoyang, if you can't support it, just give it away."

Two-to-one, Taoists will not have the power to fight back anyway. Instead of being passive, it is better to abandon this circle, jump out of the circle and avoid the limelight.

After all, the two families of Confucianism and Buddhism are not the same heart.

But Xu Shaoyang slowly shook his head, which was one of his few disobeying the teacher's orders, just because there had been an unopened heart knot in his heart.

In those years, under the leadership of his mentor, he fought fiercely on the top of Mount Hua, but was finally defeated by Confucianism.

For ten years, I have been nourishing my heart and clean, and I have worked hard not to touch the smoke and dust, but I have not been able to let go of the failure.

Moreover, he has no chance to reach the peak in the next ten years, so at this moment, even if he falls to pieces, he must guard the ring under his feet.

The battle started again, and Geng Yuanfu, who squinted, couldn't help sighing. Over the years, Shao Yangzi has faded a lot, but he has never melted away the haze of the last time.

Therefore, calligraphy, rhythm and even painting have not given up, and must be practiced every day.

Looking at Xu Shaoyang fighting with all his strength, a virtual shadow suddenly appeared in front of Geng Yuanfu. It seemed that he saw the stubborn child in those years, who was also desperate for his life.

"Yuyu, you should pay attention to it."

He said gently to one side, and Xue Yuyu, who was holding his heart, immediately nodded, "Brother, don't worry."

In the end, the fast-moving figures in the circle collided with each other. With the muffled sound, both of them flew out. Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao was shocked and called out, "Brother!"

And beside him, Geng Yuanfu suddenly disappeared, blinked to the front, and picked him up before Xu Shaoyang landed.

His hand quickly stroked his pulse, and Geng Yuanfu's face showed pity, "Silly child, why are you suffering?"

Xu Shaoyang's face full of sweat and dust squeezed out a smile, "Teacher, you have taught Shaoyang to do whatever you want, and Shaoyang is following his own heart this time."

A soft true qi was born in his hand and injected into Xu Shaoyang's body. Geng Yuanfu said softly, "I don't blame you for being a teacher."

Then, in an instant, he took him back to his original place and handed him into Xue Yuyu's arms, "Yuyu, you help Shaoyang treat his wounds."

"Hade, you go!"

Meng Kan's voice was obviously angry. He roared at Guo Huai. Guo Huai, who had already been full of anger, stepped on the splashed gravel and walked towards the circle.

At this time, a figure flashed in front of him, but he was a disciple of the Buddha sect who fought with him in those years.

He stopped and stared at the people. Guo Huai's voice was a little lower than usual, "You have become stronger, but you still can't defeat me!"

When the latter heard the words, his eyes were full of brilliance, or the will to fight, "In this case, let's fight!"

The two jumped together and stepped into the circle. There was no more words, and they fought with each other.

On one side, Xu Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes under the treatment of Xue Yuyu's silver needle and Zhenqi. At this time, Guo Huai, who was covered with injuries, hit Wu Xing away.

The spitting blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Seeing the Wuxing who was struggling to get up on the ground, the smile on Guo Huai's face was as simple as usual, but soon, the laughter stopped and fell into the circle.

"Hide!"

Meng Kan called a loud voice and quickly came forward to take him back. After Xue Yuyu explored, he said that he was not seriously injured before he calmed down.

"Teacher, let Yan Zhao go!"

Xu Shaoyang and Guo Huai have both lost their combat effectiveness, and the ring is empty. Yang Yanzhao, who has already been ignited by the fierce battle and the blood in the center of his chest, is whispering to fight.

"Let Ronger go. Yan Zhao's cultivation is still shallow, and martial arts is not suitable."

Xue Yuqi, who was healing Guo Huai, raised her head and said something. Before Geng Yuanfu could answer, Yang Yanzhao grabbed his voice again, "Master, Sister Lian Rong has consumed a lot of true energy in the previous round of competition. At this moment, according to the rule that there are only three disciples in the martial arts, there is only one disciple left, as long as the disciples keep the ring. , or win one person, and my Taoist family will win.

Geng Yuanfu looked at the circle that had been cracked into a big pit in a low voice. For a long time, he stopped Lian Rong, who wanted to speak, "Okay, Yan Zhao, let you go!"

"The apprentice should not be humiliated by the teacher!"

He saluted Geng Yuanfu. He was about to go forward, but his sleeve was pulled. He turned his head and saw that Xu Shaoyang, who was still weak, was trying to make an ordinary gentle smile on his face. "Little brother, be careful."

Xu Shaoyang, who frowned at the pain caused by speaking, nodded, "Brother, don't worry."

After saying that, Yang Yanzhao strode out. When he saw that the last disciple of the Taoist family was him, the empty corners of the Buddha's mouth cracked a faint smile.

And the Confucian people were all cold-faced. Although they provoked the war to the Taoist, they never expected that Xu Shaoyang's cultivation was so fast.

Unexpectedly, after fighting against the two disciples of Confucianism and Buddhism, he was able to defeat Lv Mengzheng.

It's really a miscalculation. If Lv Mengzheng can take the Taoist's ring, the strongest enlightenment of the Buddha sect is guarding the ring, so it can definitely last.

In addition, Taoists adhere to the fact that the hearts of non-our race must be different, and they will definitely fight with the Buddha. In this way, they can also sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman. When both sides are injured, they will win the martial arts in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, people are not as good as God. Looking at the two injured descendants behind him, Tang Xu couldn't help but be very annoyed. The defeat was settled, and he waited to go back to the mountain gate to accept the scolding of his ancestors.

Seeing that the last person who came out of the Taoist family opposite was a yellow-faced teenager with weak cultivation, he couldn't help sighing again. It seemed that even the Taoist family began to give up martial arts.

Wu Ze, who was standing quietly in the circle, was always staring at Xu Shaoyang, who was cross-legged. He was silent, but he was extremely sorry.

In those years, the two fought fiercely in the end, and both of them were injured. Over the years, there has been no chance to fight. Although he has challenged many masters in the past ten years, he has also had countless thrilling moments.

But in his heart, Wu has always made it his long-cherished wish to fight with Xu Shaoyang again.

I didn't expect that the master had such an arrangement, with regret and unwillingness.

Ten years later, there may still be him standing on Mount Hua, but he can't let go. Under Mount Hua, in the vast Kyushu, where can he find Xu Shaoyang, who is trying to hide in the world?

Even if you find it, you may not be willing to do your best to compete.

His chest was full of loss. For the last disciple sent by the Taoist family, Wu Ze didn't care at all. It was time to come to the end. Just waiting for him to walk into the circle, Wu Ze completed the master's previous arrangement, went out of the circle and challenged one by one to end the Taoism.

In this way, the Buddha won three martial arts victories, but also won.

"This..."

A trace of surprise came to his ear. When he came to his senses, he found that the yellow-faced boy of the Taoist family was coming towards him. He immediately smiled secretly in his heart. Is it possible to challenge him?

"Master, there is nothing in the lower body, only a few scattered moves. If you can get the master's eyes, please give me some advice."

This sentence is a little calm. It was only when Wu Ze found that the yellow face in front of him was missing. Although the face was a little different, there was an indescribable and unclear style.

It seems that you stand here and control everything.

But he didn't like it. He shook his sleeves slightly and still had no expression on his face. "On Taoism, it's just a matter of meeting friends with martial arts. In this case, how about you and I use martial arts to determine the victory or defeat?"

"Vita, thank you, master!"

Holding his fist at the other party, Yang Yanzhao then moved into the circle, and Geng Yuanfu, who was holding his heart, understood his intention. In terms of cultivation, it was not as good as understanding, but when it came to martial arts, he had the ability to fight.

It's just that the martial arts skills of Buddhism are not very good enough. Shaolin's boxing, legs and feet are the best in the world. Thinking of this, Geng Yuanfu just relaxed his heart and raised it up again.

"Please!"

Yang Yanzhao said in a low voice, and his whole mind was poured into the enlightenment. Just now, he used the other party's high and exciting general as he wished, which made him give up his greatest advantage and cultivation.

So, this is the best time for him.

Without bothering his words, Wu Ze looked like a mountain tiger and rushed to Yang Yanzhao quickly. Judging from his posture, he wanted to fight quickly.

"Bum~!"

Yang Yanzhao only felt that his right fist hurt badly, but he didn't have time to check it, and there was a roaring wind above his head.

After several times, it has been dangerous, and the chest has been severely damaged. Even breathing has the pain of tearing the heart and lungs.

"Don't linger! Let the poor monk send you out!"

It was very polite, but he did not hesitate at all. He kicked Yang Yanzhao into the air with one kick, and he also took the opportunity to jump up, and an iron fist was about to hit it.

Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao, who was full of blood in the air, looked back and showed a smiling face. Wu was shocked and immediately felt that it was fraudulent, but it was too late to take it back.

An arm was wrapped around his right hand, and he wanted to throw Wu Ze out with strength.

It turned out to be like this. Seeing that Yang Yanzhao used this move, Wu did not panic. It was not so easy for him to stop with a punch.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and Yang Yanzhao suddenly dripped a few cold sweats.

The right arm was broken, and the pain in the heart surged again, and the exclamation of Lian Rong, Xu Shaoyang and others also came from his body.

"You can't lose..."

spitting out these words, Yang Yanzhao gritted his teeth and took the opportunity to throw Wuze out according to his secret plan.

"Do you think this little bondage can trap me?"

Wu Ze flashed a trace of contempt at the corners of his mouth, and then his body sounded slightly, but for a moment, he showed panic, "How can this be!"

At the same time, the body has been thrown out by Yang Yanzhao. Because of inertia, when the body is on the ground, the true qi in the body is transported by itself, so it did not fall on the rock, but gently fell on one side with the toes.

"Bum~!"

Yang Yanzhao fell to the ground. The pain made him cough violently. Wu had to rush forward. The latter, who was struggling to get up, pointed to the circle, "Master, you lost."

As soon as this word came out, Wu's face turned pale for a while, and he was instantly discouraged. The emptiness who was waiting to win was also gloomy. There was anger and unwillingness in his heart, but there was no way to say it.

Shaking his body, Yang Yanzhao slowly walked towards the circle of Jingyu, the last female disciple of Confucianism.

At every step, the blood was dripping on the rock, and Xu Shaoyang lost his voice and said, "Little brother!"

He staggered to the beautiful face, but in front of the cold Jingyu, he endured the pain and grinned with a bloody smile at the corners of his mouth, "Nue, you win, I admit defeat."

After saying that, he fell to the ground.