"not good!"
Guo Jing's nerves were tense the whole time. Seeing Jinlun making a move, he subconsciously rushed out and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to meet the giant wheel head-on!
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms—Shock a Hundred Miles Away!"
Faced with the moves of the innate master, Guo Jing did not dare to be negligent at all, and his first move was the strongest move among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!
The sound of a dragon's roar resounded throughout the arena. Guo Jing soared like a giant dragon, his palms condensing a little dragon-like energy as he faced the giant wheel head-on... Unfortunately, he was not an innate master after all. Even if he was at the peak of the acquired realm, the gap between his strength and that of an innate master was huge. Even with his full strength, he could only barely block the golden wheel's casual blow...
"boom!"
After a loud bang, the huge ship was shattered and turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in the air... Guo Jing was also knocked back, and he was hit hard on the ground and slid for more than ten meters before he was able to relieve its powerful force.
"Um……"
A muffled groan came from his mouth... and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
The warrior who had spoken turned pale with fear... You know, Guo Jing is a master comparable to the Five Supremes! And now, in the hands of King Jinlun, he can't even withstand a single move?!
A congenital master, is this terrifying?!
King Jinlun glanced at Guo Jing who was blocking his way and said, "You are not bad." He never looked at him again and continued to clink glasses with Xiaolongnu.
Now, everyone understood that the real person was no longer on the same level as them! They also understood the meaning of "the innate nature cannot be insulted"!
Di Fan glanced at the person who spoke...
[Heh, do you really think a mortal can interfere in a duel between innate masters?]
【Innocent! 】
[But it's good. Jinlun's move can be considered as helping the little junior sister to gain prestige. Let them know what innateness is!]
"National Master," Huang Rong helped Guo Jing sit back at the main table, her expression extremely grim. "Everyone who comes is a guest. National Master, you are ignoring us and attacking us wantonly. Isn't that a bit too much?"
Jinlun didn't even raise his head, and naturally his disciples spoke for him.
Huo Du: "Boss Huang, please be careful with your words. My master is speaking. Apart from this Jurchen woman, who else here has the right to speak? Boss Huang, please don't talk about such foolish things as siege. I believe the story of Juxian Manor two hundred years ago is also circulating in the Central Plains martial arts world. I hope the people of Xiangyang can learn from it and don't say I didn't warn you!"
"you!"
Huang Rong glared at Huo Du, but the threat flashed across her face at the mere glance of Jin Lun forced Huang Rong to shut up... Xiao Longnu couldn't stand it any longer and knocked on the table, "Master, don't bother with this junior!"
"So how do you say we fight?"
Jinlun turned his gaze to Xiaolongnu and said indifferently.
[Of course, two wins out of three! To achieve great things in the future, you must not only establish your reputation, but also demonstrate your leadership. Junior sister, please don't choose a direct battle.]
Di Fan really wanted to remind Xiao Longnu, but how could he start in this situation?
Xiao Long Nu thought for a moment. "Let's have three matches. You only brought two disciples, and we'll send three as well. The winner stays, and the loser leaves. Whichever side wins two matches will have the final say on who will become the leader of the martial arts world. What do you think, Imperial Master?"
[Wow, Junior Sister is amazing! She's actually so in tune with me!]
Xiao Longnu really wanted to TUI her senior brother... The devil is so smart! Unfortunately, the scene was not the time for her to hit her senior brother.
"Can!"
Jinlun nodded, unconcerned. After all, the final battle would be between him and her!
"Huo Du, you go up first and experience the martial arts of the Central Plains."
"Yes, Master."
Huo Du saluted, jumped onto the stage, cupped his fists, and looked around: "I wonder which hero would like to challenge me."
Xiao Longnu was about to speak when someone below couldn't help but jump onto the stage and said, "I'm Zhu Ziliu, and I've come to learn from the prince's skills!"
"please!"
When Huodu saw that they were not from the Ancient Tomb Sect, his inner uneasiness instantly dissipated... As long as it was not the unknown Ancient Tomb Sect, even if Huang Rong and Guo Jing came in person, Huodu would be confident that he could give them a fight!
"please!"
Zhu Ziliu waved his judge's brush, stepped sideways, shook his head, and swept his left palm lightly in front of him, while the brush in his right hand slashed directly at Huo Du's face. Huo Du turned his head to avoid the attack, but seeing the other man's light movements and unique moves, he didn't dare to attack immediately. He first needed to observe his martial arts skills before formulating a countermeasure.
Zhu Ziliu said, "The enemy's pen tip can sweep away thousands of troops, so you'd better be careful." As he spoke, he pointed the pen tip forward quickly.
I saw the tip of his pen writing horizontally and slantingly in the air, as if he was writing, but where the pen tip pointed were the major acupuncture points on the human body.
Unfortunately, Huodu was one of the few people in Mongolia who was proficient in Central Plains culture! From the movement of Zhu Ziliu's pen, he immediately recognized the characters written by him. It was the inscription written by Tang Dynasty minister Chu Suiliang: "Fang Xuanling Stele"!
As soon as he made a stroke, he knew where the next stroke would go, so he used his folding fan to block it left and right, making sure nothing could leak out!
Seeing that he recognized this style of calligraphy, Zhu Ziliu exclaimed, "Watch out! Cursive calligraphy is coming!" Suddenly, he took off his hat and threw it to the ground, his long sleeves flying as he ran wildly, his moves completely unconventional. He acted like a madman, drunk, or possessed, his brushwork flowing freely and his fingers moving like dragons and snakes.
"Zhang Xu, after three cups of wine, became the master of cursive script. He took off his hat and exposed his head before the king, and his brushstrokes fell on the paper like clouds and smoke. He was drunk and talked about his thoughts. He saw the public porter arguing with the road..."
As soon as Zhang Xu's self-proclaimed letter came out, Huo Du was unable to hide for a moment, and accidentally, Zhu Ziliu invaded his sight and crossed it out... Huo Du retreated quickly, but his clothes on his chest were already torn, and there was a black mark on it, which was shocking!
However, although the scars were deep, they were only on the skin and not in the bones, so naturally, he did not win!
Everyone below sighed in unison, cheering for Zhu Ziliu, but also feeling sorry for him.
Di Fan was filled with admiration as he watched the battle. He had to admit that Dali Zhu's move of integrating the One Finger Zen into calligraphy and creating a unique martial art was truly magical.
Just as I was about to express my admiration in my heart, I heard the voice of Xiaolongnu in my ears.
"Unfortunately, Zhu Ziliu was defeated."
[Defeated? That's not right. In the original novel, Zhu Ziliu easily defeated Huo Du...]
Di Fan was startled and quickly cast his gaze towards the stage! However, he only saw Huo Du roaring angrily, his body and arms suddenly showing muscles and veins, and his body suddenly growing half a meter taller, still completely lacking the elegant demeanor he had just now!
Then Huodu took a big step forward, threw away his fan and used his palm to hit with all his strength!
Zhu Ziliu tried desperately to block it with the tip of his pen... However, the sharp tip of the pen couldn't even pierce Huo Du's palm. His body was pressed down by the huge force, and his feet couldn't bear the force. He suddenly fell to his knees and was hit on the chest by a palm!
Everyone cheered, and Guo Jing quickly went up to the stage to check on Zhu Ziliu's injuries...
Zhu Ziliu's face was as pale as gold paper, and his breath was almost gone. He must have been seriously injured!
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