Three Wonders of Huashan

Chapter 93
Fang Ze actually wanted to fight for Shaolin, to get a feel for Shan Ji.Because he vaguely felt that Shan Ji's martial arts methods seemed somewhat similar to He Jiabao's.As for whether the northern and southern Shaolin schools are compatible, he is not particularly concerned.But the teacher came out of no name, which made him very distressed.

Master Fang Sheng took the long sword from his disciple and walked off the field, saying: "The poor monk will teach you the master's brilliant move." He was actually quite helpless, there were very few people practicing swordsmanship in Shaolin Temple, and even rarer were able to achieve success. .It was also because Fang Sheng had seen Feng Qingyang's amazing swordsmanship when he was young, that's why he had a little bit of attention to swordsmanship. If it is said that swordsmanship is perfect, he thought he was still far from it.Therefore, he really has no confidence in competing with Jing Ting.

Jing Ting and Fang Sheng fought back and forth, and even Fang Sheng faintly had the upper hand in the scene.But Master Fang Zheng frowned, and Fang Ze couldn't bear to watch anymore, because he could see clearly: Jing Ting was playing Fang Sheng.Jing Ting was faster and his sword was more accurate. No matter how good Fang Shengdharma's sword skills were, he could easily break them, but he had to pretend to be at a loss.

Jing Ting probably felt that he had played enough, so he slapped Fang Sheng on the back of his hand with the sword face. Fang Sheng's chest.Rao is Master Fang Sheng's profound internal strength, this kick also made his internal breath disorder, he took five steps back slowly, and managed to stabilize his figure just now.

Jing Ting looked pleased, and cupped his hands and said, "Accept! Master Fang Sheng's poor monk's swordsmanship still catches your eyes?"

Fang Sheng tried his best to stabilize the injury, and said: "The master's swordsmanship is superb, but this time it was the poor monk who lost. It's just that there are many people who can beat the master in this swordsmanship!"

"Who is it?" Jingting's complexion changed suddenly, and a ferocious air emerged, and he didn't even look like an eminent monk.

"Huashan Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is superb. It is not an exaggeration to say that his swordsmanship is the best in the world. It is a pity that the old man Feng has not been to Huashan for decades, and the master may not have the chance to see his wonderful swordsmanship. But Feng Lao The successor of the senior, the Fang Shaoxia in front of me, has the best swordsmanship. If the master doesn't believe it, you can ask him for a few moves." Fang Sheng first praised Feng Qingyang, and then pointed at Fang Ze said.

Fang Ze was a little bit taken aback, the sword fight was right in his arms, and he didn't mind being used by Shaolin once, so that Shaolin owed him a favor.It's just that these words came out of Master Fang Sheng's mouth, but they obviously didn't conform to his past behavior.He looked back at Ren Yingying, and Ren Yingying blinked at him triumphantly, and then he realized: it turned out to be another technique of sound transmission.

When Jingting heard this, she really burst into anger, and shouted at Fang Ze: "Boy, are you willing to compete with me?"

Now that Fang Ze knew the cause and effect, he was naturally happy to push the boat forward, and said nonchalantly, "Your sword skills are pretty common, and it's not difficult to defeat you. I have three sets of sword skills. The first set, I only defend and not attack. I can't defend against me; the second set of swordsmanship, I only attack but not defend, you can't hold a hundred moves; the third set of swordsmanship, I don't hold an inch of iron, you can't get within a foot of me. But why should I point you? "

Jing Ting was so angry that he yelled and shouted: "What do you want to compete with me?"

Fang Ze said slowly: "It's not difficult to give advice to you, unless you go down the mountain immediately after I win!"

Jing Ting's face was flushed red, and she replied loudly: "Okay..."

"Hey, Master Jingting, since the winner of the competition has already been divided, there is no reason to re-compete." Zen Master Fazhao interrupted Jingting.

"Could it be that Master Jingting knows that he is invincible, and is afraid that losing to the younger generation will lose face?"

When Jingting heard this, he couldn't stand it, so he opened his mouth and said to Fang Ze: "Just according to your words!" He turned his head to look at Zen Master Fazhao with a livid face and said: "If the poor monk loses, please Zen Master Fazhao rule me. sin!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fa Zhao to agree, the long sword flicked and stabbed at Fang Ze.I saw that Jing Ting's body was like a ghost, and her sword was like a thunderbolt. She was much faster than the competition with Fang Sheng just now.Just this move made all the Shaolin monks turn pale in horror, and they all sweated for Fang Ze.

Fang Ze pulled out his long sword from behind and used the Hengshan Stone Carved Sword Technique, using the shape of a circle to block Jingting's thunderous blow.He said leisurely: "This is the first set of swordsmanship. If Grandmaster Jingting is next to me with a corner of my clothes, he will be considered a loser."

"Big words!" Jingting turned faster and faster, stabbing Fang Ze seventeen or eight times in one go.But Fang Ze's swordsmanship is extremely guarded. Although the Jingting swordsmanship is extremely fierce, Fang Ze blocked all the sword moves.

After Jingting used all kinds of tricks, Fang Ze didn't even hurt a single hair, and she suddenly felt humiliated.The moves became more and more fierce.At this time, Fang Ze's sword technique suddenly changed, and Jing Ting's attack was immediately thwarted. Every time he used his sword, Fang Ze restrained him, and he was unknowingly at a disadvantage.

Fang Ze said with a chuckle: "Master Jingting, this is the second set of swordsmanship. If you can't make senior withdraw his sword with a hundred moves, you will be considered a loser."

Hearing this, Jing Ting jumped into a rage, and the dense sword energy flowed out from the blade, causing the surrounding air to freeze.Fang Zeyi is not afraid, advances but never retreats!Every move is an attack, and the attacking enemy has to be defended. There is a faint sound of wind and thunder on the long sword.When the two swords collided, sparks splashed in all directions, and the sound of the explosion made people's ear bones ache.

Not only the monks were fascinated by it, but even the eminent monks of the Fang generation and Zen Master Fazhao were shocked.

Although Ren Yingying knew that Fang Ze was strong in martial arts and could rescue her from Dongfang Bubai, but seeing Fang Ze's demeanor with her own eyes this time, her eyes were even more brilliant.

Fang Ze saw a flaw in Jingting's swordsmanship, and made a "broken sword style" move. The tip of the sword touched Jingting's sword, and only heard a "Zheng", Jingting's long sword trembled continuously, and finally grasped it. Can't help but let go and withdraw the sword.

Fang Ze put the long sword like a sheath, opened his posture and said: "The third set of swordsmanship is too powerful, please step back a little bit, masters, and allow me to act...let me do whatever I want."

Master Fangzheng waved his hand, and although the monks were puzzled, they retreated one after another, giving way to an open space with a radius of ten feet.

Jing Ting was heartbroken, but she didn't believe that there was any more exquisite swordsmanship in the world than the swordsmanship just now.He let go of his contempt, picked up the long sword from the ground, and focused on guarding.

"Master Jingting, once you use this set of sword techniques, as long as you can get into my body by a foot or so, you will be considered the winner." After Fang Ze finished speaking, he stopped talking. Unsurpassed, "chi chi chi chi" the sound of wind and thunder erupted.Jing Ting was terrified, struggling left and right, and wanted to fight back with his sword, but no matter how fierce and fierce each move was, it was always within a foot of Fang Ze's body.Fang Ze tapped his hands to block and poke, forcing Jingting to go up and down, dodging east and west.Suddenly there was a slap, and the long sword in Jingting's hand was broken by Fang Ze's invisible sword energy, and it was cut into twenty or thirty pieces, flying into the air, and the setting sun shone with white light.

"What kind of sword technique are you doing?" Jing Ting's face was ashen, and her heart was devastated. After 40 years of painstaking training, he lost all face today. He no longer cared about what kind of punishment he would receive if he failed what his master told him to do. He just asked with a sense of loss.

Fang Ze said casually: "The few sword moves created indiscriminately made Master Jing Ting laugh."

When Jingting heard this, she raised her head and laughed, looking crazy, muttering to herself: "It was created randomly! It was created randomly! Hahaha." Amidst the loud laughter, she had already rushed straight down the mountain.

Zen Master Fazhao was angry and annoyed, but he couldn't get it going. He looked at Fang Ze with a strong sense of jealousy.He bowed to Grandmaster Fangzheng and said, "Master Fangzheng has caused a lot of trouble this time! However, I hope the master will consider the matter of forming a sect, and leave!" After speaking, he and Shan Ji went down the mountain.

Master Fangzheng read a sentence, "Amitabha, I respectfully send Chan Master Fazhao!"

After the two of them had gone far away, they heard the sound of gongs beating to withdraw the troops, and all the Shaolin monks breathed a sigh of relief.Master Fang Zheng and all the monks bowed deeply to Fang Ze and said, "Young man Fang, it is very good to relieve Shaolin from this distress."

"The younger generation is only showing off the courage of the blood for a while, so it should not be praised by the master." Fang Ze cupped his hands and said again: "The younger generation still needs to find out the whereabouts of the mentor, so I won't bother the masters Qingxiu, farewell!"

Master Fang Sheng received Feng Qingyang's favor when he was young, and knowing that Fang Ze is Feng Qingyang's successor, he naturally got a little closer to him and was very attentive to keep him.It's just that Fang Ze has already made up his mind to go, so he is very reluctant to send him down the mountain just now.

Fang Ze walked on the road in silence, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be a big net slowly tightening invisibly.I thought hard in my heart, but I couldn't get the point. "The master is missing, what kind of crown ceremony will He Yu want to hold, and the Shaolin joint sect, is there something involved in this?"

(End of this chapter)