Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 227 The Strong Dragon and the Earth Snake

The guests all stopped talking and cast their eyes on Zhong Yewu one after another. Anyone could tell that the mustache was deliberately finding fault.

Qianglong did not overwhelm the local snake, although Zhong Yewu was angry, he was not dazed.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the mustache, and said in a deep voice, "Isn't it a bit preposterous for you to say that? I'm still asking the price. Is it your turn?"

Zhao Lin walked to Zhong Yewu, Xiang Bao and Li Liang also followed.

"what happened?"

Xiang Bao asked in a low voice. He stood far away just now and didn't understand what happened.

"Xu recognized us from Dayue and wanted to provoke us."

Zhao Lin said calmly.

At this time, five Lotus Sect disciples also came over, and the two sides faintly formed a confrontational situation.

Xiao Huzi had already seen that three of the four Zhong Yewu were in the early stage of the blood realm, and only Zhao Lin was in the first stage of the blood realm.

My side has the upper hand in terms of numbers and cultivation, and I am full of confidence. I said disapprovingly: "You asked for a long time, and you didn't say you want to buy it, and you didn't ask the price. Who knows if you are talking nonsense."

Xiang Bao was very irritable, he was so angry that he was about to explode, Zhao Lin patted him on the shoulder, motioned him not to be impulsive, took a step forward, and said in a loud voice:
"Everyone, this is the first time for me to come to Xiuzhao. I heard that Xiuzhao is a state of etiquette just like Dayue in the Central Plains."

"I didn't expect that being famous is not as good as meeting. I don't even understand the principle that a gentleman doesn't take what others like."

After speaking, he shook his head in disappointment.

Mustache was so choked that he couldn't speak, and froze in place for a while.

At this time, a person behind him sneered and said: "We are warriors, so there are so many rules. You want to buy it, okay! Can you ask the store to sell it to you?"

After hearing that, Mustache immediately regained his spirits, pointed at the guy and said, "Say, who are you selling it to?"

"what……"

The guy is just an ordinary person, who can't afford to offend both sides, so how dare he answer this deadly question, he stammered: "This... I don't know."

Mustache proudly said: "How is it? The store didn't even say they would sell it to you."

"It's useless to talk too much. Since they are all warriors, let's push hands according to the rules of warriors!"

A few Lotus Sect disciples also said: "Yes, push hands! Whoever wins goes to whoever wins."

"Do you dare?"

Zhong Yewu was startled, he didn't expect the other party to make this request.

Pushing hands is a way of learning from warriors.

The rules are very simple. Both sides of the competition stand face to face and push out a palm at the same time. Whoever moves will be the loser.

If both of them move, it depends on who takes the fewest steps back.

There is only one restriction, hold the energy without vomiting, so as to prevent the opponent or others from being hurt.

This kind of competition is relatively elegant, so it is also called Wendou.

"Okay, let's compare!"

Zhong Yewu could see that the mustache was at the first level of the blood realm, but he practiced Jin Zhongjin and was good at strength, so he agreed without hesitation at all.

"If I win, the son-mother sword belongs to me."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The mustache thought he had a plan, and said with a smirk.

When everyone present heard this, they became interested and gathered around one after another, leaving an open space in the middle for the two to compete.

Zhong Yewu strode into the arena and said to Mustache, "Sign up for a name."

Mustache proudly said: "Lotus School, Huang Ze."

Zhong Ye Wu Yan also simply said: "Xing Yunzong, Zhong Ye Wu."

The two stood facing each other, putting on a posture, the mustache pointed at the guy just now and said: "You, come here and call the number."

The guy was moving out quietly, but he still didn't escape, so he walked back with a sad face, pinched his thigh hard, and shouted: "One, two, three!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Yewu and Xiao Huzi pushed out palms at the same time.

When the two palms touched, Zhong Yewu swayed and did not move half a step.

But the mustache leaned back, couldn't stand firmly, and stepped out with one foot.

"Acceptance!"

Zhong Yewu smiled slightly, and looked back at Zhao Lin and the three of them.

Mustache's face changed drastically. He thought that his cultivation level was one level higher, and he would win this battle. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yewu was not only as strong as a bull, but also had metal energy, which just restrained his true energy.

The moment the palms touched, the strength of the other party rushed into the body like a spear, and I only felt a tingling pain in the palm and numbness in both arms.

Zhong Yewu put away his smile, stretched out his hand and said to the guy, "Bring the sword!"

"and many more!"

The mustache couldn't hold back his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't use all my strength just now, let's do it again."

Zhong Yewu's face darkened, and he squinted at him, "What did you say before?"

Mustache quibbled and said: "You lose what you lose, but you didn't say how many times you competed. We won two out of three rounds."

Zhao Lin shook his head secretly. Pushing hands is different from punching and kicking. The competition is about strength. If you lose once, you will never win again.

Zhong Yewu naturally understood this truth, and sighed deliberately, "Forget it, then I will beat you until you are convinced."

The two sides stood up again and competed again.

In the end, Zhong Yewu still won, and he won even more simply. He staggered the mustache and almost fell down.

The disciples of the Lotus Sect who were watching the battle felt that they had lost face, and their faces became ugly, but none of them dared to stand out.

Although there are people with first blood level among them, their pushing hands are not as good as that of Mustache, and they know that they are not Zhong Yewu's opponent.

Xiang Bao was greatly relieved, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Do you want to compete again? How about winning three out of five rounds?"

After hearing this, someone in the crowd burst out laughing.

Mustache was so angry that his seven orifices smoked, and his face turned blue and white.

Zhong Yewu laughed, and still said to the guy: "Bring the sword!"

Where did the buddy dare to move, he murmured and didn't know what to do.

"Wait a minute!"

Stepping out of the crowd was a young man with an ape arm and wasp waist, with sharp eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and three emerald green bamboos embroidered under the collar on his left shoulder.

"Brother Taiqing!"

Everyone in the Lotus Sect lifted their spirits and said excitedly.

A young man named Taiqing walked up to Zhong Yewu slowly, cupped his hands and said, "I am Li Taiqing, nice to meet you!"

The qi and blood in the gestures of the hands and feet are thick, revealing the cultivation base of the second level of blood.

Zhao Lin's heart moved, Xiuzhao has two sects, one is the Lotus Sect, and the other is the Green Bamboo Sect.

This young man named Li Taiqing had three emerald green bamboos embroidered on his chest, he must be from the Green Bamboo Sect, and also belonged to the Xiuzhao Sect, so it's no wonder that he stood up for the Lotus Sect.

Zhong Yewu couldn't help being shocked when he saw the other party's cultivation.

It's okay to be one level away from the realm, but it's more difficult to be two levels away, and the opponent looks calm, obviously coming prepared.

"Isn't it good to play wheel battles? Besides, does this matter have anything to do with your Excellency?"

Li Taiqing smiled slightly, "Da Yue's friends came from afar, just to learn martial arts, isn't it okay? In this way, no matter whether you win or lose, the sword and mother sword belong to you!"

Zhao Lin frowned slightly, thinking that what this person said on the surface was grand, but in fact he was scheming.

If Zhong Yewu refused to fight, he would appear timid, but if he lost the competition, would he still have the nerve to take away the Zimu sword?
(End of this chapter)