The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 192 Ji Ping'an: The Vajra Pounds the Pit, Its Possibility is Like a Demon Falling ([-] words for subscription)
Wisps of thin clouds floated above Qixia Town.

On the ring-shaped martial arts arena below, the corpses of scattered people who were punched to death were piled up in the corner, exuding a strong bloody smell.

In Ji Ping's ears, the commotion from the surrounding crowd gradually became more and more intense.

The old man named "Ding Huan" had his hands behind his back and was wearing a capable satin shirt with clean and tidy cuffs, but he couldn't hide his aging and aging state.

At this time, the more people came out, they couldn't bear it, looked at Chen Qingsheng and said:
"After all, I'm just a junior. Even if I offend a little, I won't be guilty of death."

Chen Qingsheng sneered and said:

"Ding Laomo, you finally came out. I heard that you also joined the Xinwu faction. I didn't believe it. Now it seems to be true. You are a famous person in the world. You have been adjusting the martial arts all these years. Disputes can be regarded as earning some fame, so why bother to get involved? Or is it that most of your body has been buried in the soil, and you are still greedy for power?"

Ding Huan looked displeased, but still had a calm tone:

"Your misunderstanding of Xinwu is too deep. If Wudao wants to move forward, it cannot stand still, and any attempt must have a price. As seniors, you and I should escort them instead of becoming stumbling blocks and obstructing them. Trend of the times."

Chen Qingsheng laughed loudly suddenly, and the leaves of the sycamore trees around him were shaken.

Amidst the laughter, Ding Huan's complexion gradually turned ugly:

"why are you laughing."

Chen Qingsheng restrained his smile, with a sarcasm on his face:

"I laugh at your hypocrisy. Martial arts must of course be improved, why have I ever obstructed it? It's just that you guys who take the new martial arts path are too greedy. If you just change to a new path by yourself, the old man admires you, but you What are you doing? To force everyone to turn to new martial arts, and completely abandon the orthodox martial arts path, so as to establish a new martial arts order and gain power!"

As he spoke, his tone suddenly became fierce:
"If it's just a struggle for power, that's fine.

This river and lake has never been clean, but you shouldn't completely eradicate the old martial arts!You are very clear!You know better than anyone!The Wufu path is definitely not weak, it's just too difficult to walk, but no matter how difficult it is, it is also a reliable path that is enough to walk out of the top powerhouse!
And what about Xinwu?It's nothing more than surrendering to strange techniques, and even turning oneself into a half-human, half-ghost monster... The middle and low-level martial arts will indeed be stronger, but the price is to completely cut off the chance to aspire to martial arts!

These new warriors, after stepping into the well, are weaker than the old warriors in all respects, which is a clear proof!If things go on like this, the warrior path will be completely cut off, and you will all become sinners! "

These words were thrown out impassionedly, which immediately attracted many warriors to follow.

And many young people who are devoted to Xinwu are also shaken and astonished.

These things, they were not very clear in the past.

Ding Huan's face darkened:

"You are too extreme."

Chen Qingsheng said with a smile:
"Today I have made up my mind, so don't think about just saying a few words and let me keep your hand. Since Xinwu wants to break through my old brand, then just come. Or, you old dog who has washed his hands in the gold basin for many years, you want the first time?" One up?"

Ding Huan's face changed, seeing that the old master was about to throw out his fist, he snorted coldly and walked away.

Among the crowd, Ji Pingan shook his head and let out a soft sigh.

And with the end of this dialogue, today's battle has really entered the theme.

In the Xinwu Fourth Sect camp, a middle-aged man in a thick robe was originally sitting on a large chair. At this moment, he stood up, his shoulders shook, his robe fell off, and his shirt was torn, revealing his half-naked upper body.

It caused a burst of exclamation.

His arms turned out to be gray iron in color, as if made of steel, and his chest was also embedded with a large steel plate-like "bone". The steel plate went back along the shoulders and converged on the back waist, like wearing a pair of half armor.

"This is the sect master of the Tiancan sect. Every fighter in this sect is physically incomplete. They like to use steel to modify their bodies. Later, after turning to Xinwu, they tried to use the method of forging weapons used by practitioners on the body, using the body as a magic weapon." Yu Yu Yu curled his lips to comment.

However, Ji Pingan suddenly remembered the forged hands of "Red Shadow", which belonged to this school.

The head of Tiancan sect stood up, grabbed it with his big hand, picked up two heavy hammers connected by an iron chain, and stepped into the arena.

Slamming a hammer on the ground with a "boom", dragged and rotated, and swung it like a windmill. Suddenly, the green bricks cracked, the earth and rocks collapsed, and the air was torn apart with a whining sound.

Terrifying.

"Chen Qingsheng, give me a hammer!"

The middle-aged man grinned, and the sledgehammer in his hand pierced the wind.

The spirit of heaven and earth was infused, and the air was shattered like glass, and the hammer was shot out like a meteor, making a series of air explosions.

On the side of Chen Qingsheng's footsteps, he moved away like a ghost. The middle-aged man twisted his right arm, pulled the iron chain, and swept the heavy hammer horizontally, scaring the warriors along the way to retreat.

The old master's eyes were fixed, he raised his hand and gently pushed out his palm, and pressed it on the boulder-like sledgehammer. As soon as the two touched, there was no sound.

This scene is extremely strange.

It was as if a person was standing on the railroad tracks, raising his hand to gently force the speeding locomotive to stop.

Then, visible to the naked eye, a "shudder" spread backward from the hammer head.

The entire stretched iron chain trembled, and the head of the Tiancan sect let out a roar, dropped his weapon as if electrocuted, and retreated, his tiger's mouth burst open and blood poured out.

Chen Qingsheng was dressed in fluttering white clothes, rushed forward in the blink of an eye, and punched out!

The latter's two metal arms stood up in front of him, and the pale golden runes on the arms lit up, breeding lightning and connecting with each other, spreading out an illusory shield.

Chen Qingsheng punched one after another, punching more than a dozen punches in the blink of an eye, the shield flickered violently, and the nose of the middle-aged man was bleeding.

When Chen Qingsheng threw out another old fist, the metal arms "clicked" and cracked, bleeding arrows flew out, and the majestic head of the Tiancan faction flew upside down, smashing towards the crowd of the new faction with a strong wind.

Seriously injured!

The crowd was horrified, and there was a burst of shouts. Ji Ping'an and Wei Huayang nodded slightly at the same time.

All this happened in a short time, and the first master of the new faction was defeated.

……

In the depths of Qixia Town, inside a mansion.

Senior officials of the Wulin League are gathering in the "Juyi Hall" to wait for the result.

On the main seat, a masculine and rather handsome middle-aged man in purple clothes with a short beard was holding a blue and white teacup, with a calm demeanor and the style of a leader.

This person is none other than the leader of the martial arts alliance, Jiang Huai, who sits on the well and is a martial artist.

"Tsk, are you hiding here? Don't you dare to see the result?"

The atmosphere of silence was broken. A group of high-level executives looked up and saw a woman wearing a strange cheongsam lazily walking over in the courtyard outside the hall, carrying a strange "cigarette pouch" as a weapon in her hand.

Jiang Xiaotang yawned, as if he had just woken up, and met the eyes of a group of warriors without any sign of fear.

Jiang Huai, who was wearing a purple robe, raised her eyes and looked at her sister, feeling a little helpless:

"I don't care how you dress outside, but this is the Wulin League after all... Pay attention to the influence."

Jiang Xiaotang sneered, and sarcasm flashed across the slightly sharp Guazi face:
"Father doesn't care what clothes I wear when I'm alive, but you want to take care of it? Or do you want me to tell you that shitty thing..."

An angry look appeared on Jiang Huai's face, but he didn't say anything after all.

The rest of the high-level people in the hall looked at their noses and noses, pretending not to hear.

As we all know, the brothers and sisters of the Jiang family have serious conflicts that have lasted for many years, but all factions in the martial arts also understand that no matter how hard the two do not fight, they are still a family.

It is right for outsiders to meddle less.

Jiang Huai put down the teacup and changed the subject:
"Today's battle between the old and the new, I am the leader after all. If I show up and support either side, it's not good, so I just let them fight."

Jiang Xiaotang came in twisting her waist, sat down in the vacant seat, and raised her legs. On the embroidered shoes, the blue veins on the white skin were slender and bony.

She mocked:
"Four beat one, and you still say you're not partial to the gang?"

Jiang Huai shook his head with a serious look:
"Don't look at the momentum of the new faction, but Chen Qingsheng is not that easy to deal with. It is a fierce tiger, but it has not shown its claws for too long. The middle and lower ranks of the new faction martial arts are stronger, but when they reach the level of sitting well, one-on-one, they cannot beat the orthodox martial arts .”

Jiang Xiaotang glanced at him unexpectedly, and said:

"So? Do you think Chen Qingsheng can pick four?"

Jiang Huai shook his head and said:
"If he really wants to fight for his life, it is indeed possible to do it, and even win, but the price is to burn the rest of his life."

The lord in purple sighed softly and said:
"The older a martial artist is, the weaker his blood is. After all, he can't compare with those 'immortal masters'. And if he wants to return to the peak from the declining state, he can only use himself as a furnace to burn his flesh and blood. But this is also a matter of death. way."

Jiang Xiaotang was silent for a while, then suddenly understood something, frowned and said:
"Are you deliberately letting the two sides fight, so that both sides will suffer, and reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

Jiang Huai didn't deny it. Under the thick eyebrows, the slightly deep eyes looked out of the hall and said:

"Old and new concepts have their own advantages and disadvantages. I don't like to judge, but no matter the 'ten old' in the past or the new four schools of martial arts today, they are all forces that threaten the stability of the world."

Is it a threat to your control over the Wulin League... Jiang Xiaotang muttered in his heart.

Jiang Huai seemed to see her thoughts, and said worriedly:

"Recently the rivers and lakes are not peaceful, the Four Sacred Sects have returned, and various ghosts and snake spirits appear frequently. As far as I know, this may involve a major event sweeping Kyushu. The imperial court and the five major sects are all conspiring.

At this time, the rivers and lakes must be stabilized as soon as possible, instead of letting the old and new struggles waste everyone's energy in vain, as the Great Zhou Guoshi once said, we must first settle down when fighting against the outside world.

I originally wanted to slowly lead the two sides to confront each other at this year's martial arts conference, but the situation changed too fast, so I could only detonate the conflict in this fierce way in advance, so that the martial arts alliance can be twisted into a single rope to deal with the Four Sages. "

Heh, I believe the words are so righteous...Jiang Xiaotang swears that as a woman, she doesn't like these power struggles.

At this time, a disciple of the Jiang family rushed over, cupped his hands and said:
"League leader! The head of the Tiancan sect was seriously injured and lost, and he only lasted less than ten rounds."

Jiang Huai was not surprised, and said lightly:

"Explore and report again."

……

And with the end of the first game, the neutral faction in the town also received the news very quickly.

"Master, Master Chen won the first game with almost no effort."

A small courtyard was pushed away, and a young man with short hair came back excitedly and said.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, an old doctor in a gray robe, with a long beard and smelling like herbs was stepping on the stone grinder with his feet, crushing the herbs bit by bit, and said without raising his head:

"understood."

The short-haired young man choked, turned his head to inquire again, and the old doctor of the "King of Medicine" shook his head thoughtfully:

"The harder you fight, the shorter your life will be. Why are these martial artists so risking their lives... Sigh..."

Inside a teahouse.

Listening to Master Xue sitting by the window, drinking tea and listening to music, he saw Hongying galloping over from the street.

Before going upstairs, he hurriedly described the matter, and the landlord could not help but be fascinated by hearing Xue:

"Worthy of being a veteran strongman, the background of the Longhushan Celestial Master is indeed extraordinary."

Old Grandmaster Chen has kept a low profile for too many years, and this time he gained his prestige in a battle, which immediately made everyone sigh with emotion.

But compared to those enthusiastic young people, the helmsmen of all major forces realized that this might be Chen Qingsheng's last glory.

……

martial arts arena.

After the defeat of Tiancan sect master, a new figure stepped out.

It turned out to be a bald head, but he was not a monk, but half of his face was painted with an indigo ghost pattern like a mask, and the exposed arm was also covered with the same "tattoo".

Yu Yu continued to show off information:

"This is the master of the gate of hell. This faction is between Qimen and Wufu. They like to collect special herbs, rare bird blood, mix cinnabar, and draw evil spirit tattoos on their bodies. Using this as a medium, they cast spells to summon them to travel between heaven and earth. The evil spirits, ferocious ghosts... Heh, this 'ghost technique' is just a side branch of my way."

Ji Pingan said lightly:

"Don't underestimate the Evil Ghost Technique. In history, this inheritance has produced some powerful figures, such as 'Painted Immortal', 'Ghost King' and the like, who still have some skills."

Painted skin fairy?

Yu Yu was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that he had seen this name in Qingyun Palace classics.

But it was too long ago to remember.

Of course, Ji Pingan would not explain that the other party once claimed to peel his human skin to make ghost symbols, but he was killed later.

After death, the whole body was burned by the sword fire, leaving only a piece of skin, which he stuffed with straw and flew a kite...

In short, no matter what life he was in, he didn't like these gloomy things.

And just as he said, the Hell Sect Master is indeed more difficult to deal with than the Tiancan Sect.

After he walked out without saying a word, he poured spiritual essence directly into the tattoo, and the evil ghost tattoo covering his whole body lit up, causing the wind to howl, the sun was blocked, and illusory ghosts emerged and possessed him.

Chen Qingsheng also had a serious expression on his face.

The Wufu path has a single combat method, and the most effective way to deal with this kind of ghost thing is to burn energy and blood to restrain it.

The two began to fight, this time it was Chen Qingsheng who attacked fiercely, and the master of the gate of hell dodged frantically. The two fought for dozens of rounds, but they couldn't help each other.

Seeing this, Chen Qingsheng deliberately showed his flaws. The latter summoned an indigo-colored evil spirit and screamed, attacking the spirits.

However, Chen Qingsheng's eyes brightened, his spiritual consciousness condensed into a fist and punched out, grabbed the latter, and then burned his blood with one punch, scattered the fierce ghost, and shook the cloud away.

When the sun was shining, the master of the gate of hell let out a scream, his seven orifices bled, and he was seriously injured and defeated.

And defeating two powerhouses one after another also boosted the momentum of the old school.

Ding Huan also had a bad complexion, and looked at the remaining leaders of the two factions, exchanging glances with each other.

"Seeing is worth seeing once heard a hundred times. Grandmaster Chen's methods are the same as before."

Among the crowd, two figures walked out together.

The former one was a middle-aged man with a dark brown complexion, and he was the master of the Duandao Sect who had been to the God City to observe the Grand Prize.

The latter is a fair-skinned middle-aged man with a gentle appearance, his hands are as white as jade, and he is the chief helmsman of the Tiandihui, the number one gang in Dazhou.

Compared with the previous two, at least from the appearance, these two people are not special.

Yu Yu showed off in a low voice, whispering:
"The Duan Dao Sect started to use weapons to replace the original weapons, and then improved the martial art of the sect so that people can adapt to weapons instead of weapons to people. This is also the way of Xinwu. The combination of technique and martial arts can be regarded as two of the more 'correct' moves in the new martial arts."

Ji Pingan gave an "en" and said:

"It should also be stronger. Chen Qingsheng will not be able to hold on any longer, unless he works hard."

Yu Yu froze for a moment, then said suspiciously:
"real or fake."

On the field.

When Chen Qingsheng defeated the second person, he also let out a deep breath, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, obviously it was not as easy as it looked.

At this time, seeing the two people walking out, they sneered and said:
"Finally can't help it, are you ready to do it together?"

The Master of the Broken Knife Sect was silent and did not say a word. The Chief Steward of the Heaven and Earth Society smiled and said:
"Grandmaster Chen has already lost two people in a row. Stop it. If you continue to preserve your reputation, why do you have to fight for your life here? If you retreat, the two of us can promise to leave the line of Jiu Wu."

Chen Qingsheng laughed back in anger:

"Sure enough, it's a business. Are you really stupid as an old man? Believe your nonsense? This is the end of the matter. Either you kill me here, or I beat you to death. There is no compromise."

The fair-skinned chief helmsman restrained his smile and sighed:
"Senior has persecuted me so far, the two of us have no choice but to offend."

After the words fell, he took a step forward and struck out with both hands.

Those already white hands were shrouded in a thin white light, turning into pure white like jade, leaving a string of afterimages of white palms as they passed through the air, in the blink of an eye, it seemed that palm prints were everywhere in the sky.

The master of the Broken Knife pursed his lips, and pulled out a broad Broken Knife with a "chuss".

It is imprinted with fine lines of formation, which flickers like breathing.

The others walked away with the knife, making the tiger with the broken knife dance like a tiger with a big door.

Chen Qingsheng laughed boldly, and went up to meet him alone. The three warriors clashed, and the wind around them exploded.

Wisps of white turbulence emerged, and the sound of sonic boom was endless.

The afterimages were almost intertwined into a ball, but the escaping airflow cut the person's cheek with pain.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

However, the duration of this fight was far longer than the previous two.

The two sides seemed to be in a tug-of-war. Chen Qingsheng attacked again and again, but was beaten back. The old man's white clothes began to be torn, stained with blood, his hair was disheveled, large beads of sweat fell, and his strength gradually weakened.

The cheeks are rosy, but the momentum is not the same as before.

Every time I swing my fist, it seems to be venting the last splendor of the sunset.

The other two were also uncomfortable. They vomited blood after being beaten again and again, but gritted their teeth and persisted, but in comparison, they were much better after all.

"No, Grandmaster Chen will lose if this goes on." Someone made a judgment.

"Xinwu is really shameless, it's nothing more than a wheel fight, but it's two against one!" A young man scolded angrily.

"If this continues, Grandmaster Chen may die here." Someone was moved.

But more people's hearts are gradually getting colder, as if they have seen the end.

……

Wulinmeng mansion, inside the hall.

The atmosphere was oppressive and dull, everyone stopped talking, even Jiang Xiaotang just smoked a cigarette on his own, as if to vent the dullness in his heart.

As a member of the Jiang family, she knew that it was right for Jiang Huai to stand by and watch, and she didn't think she was a bad person.

But seeing an old martial arts master about to burn the last of his life in order to defend the way of martial arts, as the sun sets and the bonfire gradually goes out, she still feels sentimental in her heart.

"Reporting to the leader, Grandmaster Chen is about to lose his hold." A disciple rushed to report.

Dressed in purple, with thick black eyebrows and a short beard, Leader Jiang sighed deeply, his eyes flashed with unbearable anger, but he was quickly choked out by him. After a moment of silence, he said:

"Mobilize people to go there to prevent the two sides from continuing conflicts after death. At least protect the remaining disciples of Longhushan."

After a pause, he added:
"Carry out the prepared coffin and send it over."

"Yes." The disciple retreated respectfully.

In the small courtyard of the Yaowang faction, a short-haired young man walked back dejectedly, squatting in the courtyard without moving.

The gray-robed old doctor who was rubbing herbs raised his head, glanced at his disciple, and said:

"Why don't you go see it? Or is it over?"

The young man shook his head and said:
"Grandmaster Chen, I'm afraid there are more bad luck than good luck."

The old doctor was silent for a while, took out a porcelain bottle and threw it over:

"If the person is not dead, you can send me a big medicine, and it will be counted as a little love."

Holding the medicine bottle, the young man got up after thinking about it and went out.

In the teahouse, Ting Xue also learned about the recent battle situation, her beautiful eyes dimmed, as if seeing the end of a generation of grandmasters.

All the neutral people felt that this battle was a foregone conclusion, and in the end it was nothing more than to see how much the Xinwu faction would suffer.

……

On the martial arts arena.

Then the situation became more and more obvious, Chen Qingsheng retreated steadily, and finally someone couldn't help shouting:

"Master Chen, come back!"

The rest of the old school people couldn't bear to shout out, but they knew it was futile. Even if they wanted to retreat at this time, they couldn't retreat.

"Master..."

Lu Qing's face was pale, and he clenched his fists tightly. The disciples of Longhu Mountain behind him also looked mournful. Some female disciples cried, but they suppressed their voices, fearing that they would disturb their head.

"Martial arts legend" Ding Huan slowly raised the corners of his mouth, but he did a good job of hiding it.

"Why so, why so..."

Pei Qian whispered in frustration, what he wanted to see was a grand master duel, but the scene in front of him made his nose sore.

Yu Yu also lost her enthusiasm for watching the theater, she was a little upset, and didn't really want the old man to die.

But her cultivation base is not high enough, and she can't use the few life-saving cards for an unrelated person.

She wasn't generous enough to that level, so she felt awkward for a while.

in the crowd.

Wei Huayang, who was wearing a bamboo hat and pressing the hilt of his sword, pursed his lips, a moment of hesitation flashed in his eyes, his lips opened, closed, and opened again.

Although she has been the head teacher of Taoism for so many years, she still has the "female heroine" side of the past in her heart.

I want to speak up, but I am sensitive to my identity. Once I get too much attention, I will be in great trouble.

Just when she was hesitating, Ji Pingan, who was standing in the crowd with his hands behind his back, said:
"Vajra pounding the pestle."

His voice was not too loud, but it contained a dark force, which just overwhelmed the noise in the field, and sent it to the ears of Chen Qingsheng, who was exhausted and about to lose.

As if blessed to his soul, Chen Qingsheng was already in a desperate situation. Hearing these four words, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and his body subconsciously swayed:
The right hand will beat like a magic pestle, and the left hand is slightly bent like a mortar.

King Kong is the name of God.Steel is like pure gold, hard and strong, and the pestle it holds in its hand is also the pestle;

it's for:

Vajra Pounding Style!
"Huh la la." Chen Qingsheng opened his fists, and the spirit of heaven and earth suddenly rolled in like a tide, surging like the rising sun, and burning like a furnace.

One punch.

Heaven and earth first opened!

"boom!"

The faces of the Broken Knife Sect Master and Chief Rudder Master suddenly changed, and they retreated dozens of steps after being beaten.

Discolored in horror.

"Who is speaking?!"

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