When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 239: Fantasy snow and flying clouds, famous all over the world

A few years ago, how could Master Miejie have dared to speak such big words?
However, today is different from the past. Although it will take time for Emei's overall strength to improve, the change in peak combat power has already been immediate.

Then I heard Ye Guhong respond loudly: "Disciple, I respect my master's orders!"

Continuously sideways to avoid the chain of three kicks, his palms missed each other, and two invisible palm forces shot out into the air.

The two monks facing each other shouted in unison: "Splitting Air Palm! Be careful!"

They each exhaled loudly, facing the direction of Ye Guhong's palm, and launched fierce moves.

Unexpectedly, the force was released, and it was like a mud cow falling into the sea. Instead, the two monks on the left and right screamed in pain and fell over together.

Ye Guhong shouted: "Come again!"

Two more palms were slapped, and the expressions of the monks on the left and right changed, and they all jumped away.

The two monks in front of them hesitated slightly, but they still used their strength to punch. Unexpectedly, the strength was still in vain, and there was a sudden pain in their backs. They screamed "Ouch" and then they both knelt down in front of Ye Guhong.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang and Shi Feilong had smiles on their faces. With their eyes, it was not difficult to see the clues——

The poor monks only had so much talent in vain, they could only hear the whirring of the wind, but they couldn't see or touch it. No matter how carefully they guarded, they still got hit frequently in places they shouldn't have. They fell one after another for a while, and the crowd of onlookers saw it. I was stunned and my mouth opened wide.

The reason why Ye Guhong was in such an advantage was not because of his strength, but because his internal strength and body skills were better than any other Shaolin monk in the field, which gave him the basis for being undefeated in any fight.

Kongxing jumped to his feet and cursed: "Senior Brother, isn't this all my fault? The Emei Sect saved us face, but you insist on using his most extreme palm skills. What do you think now? It's so amazing that you can beat me." The nephews are pouting!"

For example, with the strength of the Seven Heroes, they joined forces and were far better than Gui Yifei back then. However, unless they used the best formations or discussed the countermeasures in advance, the eight of them would fight together. Enough to sustain an undefeated streak for a long time.

For a moment, they couldn't help but feel proud, and each one of them secretly swore: With such a leader and such a peer in our sect, I will definitely work harder and contribute to the glory of the sect, so that I will not be in vain. A visit to Emei!
Of course, there are exceptions to this "everyone".

Jin Mingjun's left eye looked at Ye Guhong, who was showing off his power, and he was fascinated, while his right eye looked at the young girls in various sects and gangs, and secretly remembered their looks with bright eyes, clapping and cheering.

Two palms were sent out from the left and right, and six people flashed around. The two kneeling monks suddenly raised their chins and fell onto their stomachs. They looked at the blue sky and felt confused in their hearts. They couldn't figure out what was going on on the ground. Will palm power also be released?
Ye Guhong took the lead with these palms and instantly disrupted the opponent's formation. He became more and more unforgiving. His figure was like the wind, his palms rose and fell, and he struck out one after another as if his palm power was free.

The female brothers behind saw it and knew that the master was extremely happy at this moment.

Ye Guhong smiled and said: "Master, there is no need to be polite!"

After more than ten moves, the eight Shaolin monks became more and more embarrassed.

Kong Zhi shook his head and screamed: "No, it's impossible! How can there be such a palm technique in the world?"

Looking secretly, I saw Zhang Sanfeng staring intently, and he became more and more happy, thinking to himself: Beyond Wudang Shaolin, I may not be able to see him in this life! Guangzong Yaozu, this is truly Guangzong Yaozu!
For a moment, the slender figure could not help but tremble slightly.

Zhang Qubing's eyes sparkled, he cheered with joy, and couldn't help but admire sincerely: "So my master is so powerful!"

Although these eight Shaolin monks are not as good as the Seven Heroes, they are not weak after all. They each have their own unique skills. The brothers cooperate and have a tacit understanding. If the fight continues for a long time, Ye Guhong may not be able to take advantage.

Miejie's face turned red with excitement, he clenched his fists tightly, and shouted loudly: "You don't have to be a stranger, my Emei Huanxue Feiyun Palm Technique will become famous all over the world today!"

But his invisible palm power was so weird that he immediately hit his opponent off guard!

Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan had seen him use this palm technique, and they knew how powerful it was. Not to mention these Shaolin monks, they were as powerful as Ye Tiangang. Didn't they suffer a big loss at first sight?
Kong Wen stared at it for a long time without blinking, and suddenly shouted: "His palm power can turn corners! Just wait for two or three people to come together and move together, and then you can restrain him!"

Miejie was furious and shouted: "Monk Thief, nine of your disciples beat one of my disciples, and you still have the nerve to intervene and give advice? Just wait, after this fight, the poor nun will challenge you to fight!" Kong Wen's expression changed. Slight change——

He had always believed that among the six sects, his martial arts skills were only inferior to Zhang Sanfeng's, but now that he saw Ye Guhong's ability, he knew where the confidence of Mie Jie's domineering power lay.

I secretly thought: How high is her martial arts for a teenager who was trained like this by her?
It’s no wonder that Miejie went crazy. Hearing this sound, Kong could be said to have woken up the dreamer with just one word!
Many of the heroes who were watching, those with inferior martial arts skills, were still wondering whether Ye Guhong had used a magic trick. At this moment, they suddenly realized that it was his palm power that could turn corners!
No one had ever heard of such martial arts. While secretly exclaiming how powerful it was, they couldn't help but envy the Emei sect. They all whispered to each other: "It is indeed the sect created by Miss Guo Er back then. There are countless magical skills and unique skills. Is it more than the Shaolin Buddhist Scripture Pavilion?" ?”

Ye Guhong's face changed slightly, and he knew that the method Kong Wen said was not bad. If the eight monks in the chamber were to use it in the same way, his White Rainbow Palm would not be strong enough to kill the enemy. Without the Dragon Subduing Palm, the victory or defeat would be unpredictable...

In the blink of an eye, he raised his head and let out a long roar. He used all the remaining strength in his body to exert more than twenty palms in one go. He turned around and ran around, taking advantage of the eight monks to dodge like headless flies, and suddenly pulled out the snake around his waist. The bone sword, clasping the silkworm thread, waved it——

Everyone saw a dragon roar, and then bright purple light shot out from Ye Guhong's waist, swimming around like a living snake. Then Ye Guhong caught his hand, and the purple light disappeared from his waist again, and he stood proudly with his hands behind his back. Looks stern.

Before people understood what was happening, they heard the eight monks of the Yuanzi generation scream strangely, and sixteen hands grabbed the waist of their pants at the same time.

Ye Guhong politely clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I agree, I agree."

I smiled secretly in my heart: So what if you saw the breaking method? You let them beat me with my bare buttocks!

Shi Feilong burst out laughing and shouted loudly: "Wonderful, wonderful! This is exactly what happened - Emei Young Hero struck out with his sword and broke the belts of the eight Shaolin monks! Tomorrow, the storytellers in the world will show their talents, haha Ha ha!"

The elder Chuan Gong joked: "Our disciples can make up some lotus flowers and sing them everywhere."

The Wudang and Beggar Clan disciples laughed in unison. Among the Emei disciples, only Zhu Chongba and others laughed heartily, but the senior sisters all scolded him and turned away in shame.

Miejie didn't care and said loudly: "Okay! My disciple shocked the nine monks with one sword. He could have cut nine throats, but now he only cut a few belts. He has a kind heart, which is exactly what I am like as a disciple of Emei!"

Emptiness was dissatisfied and said loudly: "Master Miejie, you are wrong. It was clearly a sword that shocked the eight monks. My nephew, Master Yuanwei, was injured by his palm technique."

Kongzhi said angrily: "Don't you think it's embarrassing enough? What's the difference between the eight monks and the nine monks?"

He whispered to the air: "Senior brother, my Shaolin sect has lost a lot of face today!"

Although he is narrow-minded, his loyalty to the sect is clear. When he thinks of the thousand-year-old sect, in front of his fellow disciples, his face becomes more miserable, and his old eyes can't help but be filled with old tears.

Kong Wen sighed: "I know, the only solution is now, the only solution is now..."

He was at a loss when he suddenly heard his junior brother Kong Xing shouting: "Okay, okay, Yuan Ziyi lost to Ye Guhong, we Shaolin recognize it! It's just that in the latter game, the three of us senior brothers don't want to fight with Mie. If you rob a female streamer and fight, don’t fight against the Seven Heroes of Wudang! Master Zhang, you are a senior, today the juniors are here to challenge you, do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Kong Wen and Kong Zhi looked at each other, their eyes bright!

The two of them had a wonderful idea. Junior Brother Kongxing has been stupid all his life, but today he is smarter. The only solution is for the three of me to work together to pick Zhang Sanfeng and step on his reputation as the number one martial artist in the world. Send this big shame!

Kong Wen immediately responded: "That's right! Does Master Zhang dare to challenge? If not, Shaolin won't force me, and I will go down the mountain on my own."

The Seven Heroes of Wudang were furious and were about to curse when Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Gu Hong fought well this time, and the veteran can't help but feel itchy."

The onlookers all looked in disbelief, and after a moment, cheers rose to the sky!

The three Shaolin monks all looked happy, and the Wudang Seven Heroes had worried faces. Miejie and Shi Feilong frowned and stepped forward to persuade him. Suddenly, they saw Old Man Zhou, covered in mud and weeds, crawling out of the corner and saying loudly. : "What are you worried about? The old Taoist priest has practiced the innate Tai Chi, Nine Yin and Nine Yang magic skills. Throughout the ages, he may not have any rivals."

(End of this chapter)