C6 (2/2)

However, Yi Xiu's martial arts cultivation was not as good as Zhang Sanfeng's. At Zhang Sanfeng's level, even an ordinary martial art would be able to display a great amount of power, not to mention the absolute martial art that Zhang Sanfeng had created with his own hands, the Ethereal Palm.

Wu Dang's Ethereal Palm Manipulation mainly focused on the palm. It extended continuously with continuous movements. The palm technique circulated into a ring, and the force required an inner strength, an outer softness, and a quick and quick burst of energy. Although Zhang Sanfeng was on the defensive, he only needed to wait for Daoist Hundred Bones' strength to weaken before he could unleash a thunderous attack. This was exactly where the martial art essence was located.

The Hundred Slaughter Daoist felt extremely uneasy, but there was no time to relax in a battle between experts, thus his attack speed became even more powerful, in a moment, he had formed a myriad of afterimages with his arms in the air, surrounding Zhang Sanfeng, and after a while, no one could see Zhang Sanfeng anymore.

Song Yuanqiao, as the head disciple of the Martial Arts Sect, he knew that he must not let his guard down and let the people of the martial arts world belittle him. At such a young age, he already had the demeanor of a future head of the sect, and Yu Lianzhou's decades of experience were not wasted.

As for Yu Daiyan and Zhang Songxi, both of them were young and had long since been rushed back to their residences by Song Yuanqiao.

All the martial artists present were watching him attentively, confirming the martial arts in their hearts. The cultivation base of the remaining people were too low; they only felt that the two people competing in martial arts were extremely skilled.

After a while, more and more hand shadows appeared in the sky, and even the Hundred Slaughter Daoist Priest was drowned in his illusions. Even the various sect leaders were frowning, looking troubled, as it was difficult to see what was happening between the two of them.

The two people on the cauldron were completely enveloped by the hand shadows. Not long later, a loud sound rang out from the palm shadows, and a figure flew out and crashed into a wall several zhang away, falling to the ground.

The crowd saw that the man had vomited blood. His sleeves had been torn to shreds and his white hair was disheveled on his shoulders. His face was as golden as gold and his steps were sluggish.

Zhang Sanfeng stood on the cauldron, his clothes were also tattered, but from the looks of it, he looked alright, only those with profound inner force skills would notice him. Zhang Sanfeng's breathing was a little ragged, his footsteps trembling, he was obviously injured, and his victory was not easy.

After a moment, Zhang Sanfeng adjusted his breathing and spat out a cloud of foul air. He flew down from the cauldron and arrived in front of Hundred Slaughter Daoists. He said, ”This old Taoist has benefited greatly from this martial arts competition. I apologize to you.”

Daoist Hundred Bones stood still and said slowly, ”Don't make sarcastic remarks. I, Zhang Sanfeng, have lost this battle again. I will never again set foot in the Central Plains.”

After speaking, he turned and walked down Mount Wudang. From his mouth, he heard a voice, ”It's enough to be dead even to Wen Daoxi. My life wasn't in vain. Hahahaha …”

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he also stood still for a long time. At this moment, everyone's thoughts turned …