"Plant lotus in the fire!"

    God''s long eyebrows trembled, and the terrible sound roared out. His figure was like a violent ape. His fists flashed around. His shot was his killing move, hitting Zhang Sanfeng''s temple.

    He saw clearly that the body method of these students who entered Zhutian college before him was much better than him. He must break out twelve points of strength.

    "Bang!"

    Zhang Sanfeng didn''t dodge and didn''t have any fancy. He punched directly.

    Their fists and palms collided, first with a bang, muscle fight, and then three or four times in a row, making a sound like iron and steel collision.

    "Boom!" "boom!" "boom!" "boom!"······

    God retreated violently. Every step fell and stepped on the ground of his feet made a huge sonic boom.

    "Who are you?"

    God''s face was frightened. Zhang Sanfeng not only didn''t step back, but also took a step forward. His fist grew larger with the speed visible to the naked eye and hit him on the chest.

    This man just used Taijiquan.

    Boom!

    God hurried to cross block with one arm and left at the touch, but God''s body shook.

    Zhang Sanfeng took another half step forward and hit him with another straight punch.

    "Boom!" "boom!" "boom!" "boom!"·······

    But this time, the fists were too dense, dense, like riprap on the shore, locking God''s whole body.

    Then the audience saw that Zhang Sanfeng kept punching forward, God kept blocking and retreating back.

    Moreover, a shocking thing happened. A drop of bright red blood fell from God''s two long eyebrows.

    "Tick ~"

    This drop of blood was like a signal, and God''s eyebrows were like drops of water from the eaves, falling to the ground.

    After a while, the audience felt a bloody smell in the air.

    "Boom!" "boom!" "boom!" "boom!"······

    Zhang Sanfeng''s complexion remained unchanged, but his fist was faster and more fierce, and his strength was more and more majestic.

    "I feel that master likes fighting more and more."

    Under the stage, Zhang Cuishan''s mind galloped to him and couldn''t help sighing.

    He has seen master''s moves several times, especially against experts with certain strength, showing that he has never been domineering and fierce before.

    "How could it be so strong?"

    "How could he beat Taijiquan so well?"

    "Who the hell is this man?"

    Each punch of Zhang Sanfeng seems simple, but God knows how exquisite each punch hit him.

    In front of him, the Taoist seemed to understand Taijiquan to a state of transcendence, reducing simplicity to complexity and integrating hardness and softness. As long as he couldn''t stop a punch, he might be killed.

    "I... i

    God wanted to end the war, but he couldn''t open his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, he would disperse. He couldn''t stop Zhang Sanfeng''s fist from the storm.

    In order to block Zhang Sanfeng''s fist, he burned his Qi and blood. Every breath passed, his Qi and blood became thin and his foundation weakened.

    If he was in the dragon and snake world, he would be killed alive by Zhang Sanfeng, and he God would not bow down and admit defeat.

    However, this is the Zhutian college, where the true God exists, and there is a bright road ahead. He is reluctant to die.

    "Bang!"

    Just then, god suddenly a donkey rolled and shouted with his head in his hands.

    "How about this end of the war?"

    "If you hit me again, you won''t kill me today. If I see your apprentice once, I''ll hit him once."

    Because of the previous monkey language, he was not easy to admit defeat directly and needed an excuse to end the game.

    Zhang Cuishan, Yin Susu, Zhang Wuji, "·······".

    "Bang!"

    Without any hesitation, Zhang Sanfeng punched God in the chest.

    "I dare to threaten to beat my apprentice in front of me. I really think Zhang Sanfeng has a good temper."

    This time, Zhang Sanfeng not only used his fist power to attack, but also turned his century old pure Yang internal force into wisps of dark strength into God''s body, and even used mental attack.

    As long as the other party doesn''t surrender, he won''t be responsible for killing the other party.

    "Zhang Sanfeng?"

    God was stunned.

    Is he playing with Zhang Sanfeng?

    "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

    God vomited a mouthful of blood and said with a dull face.

    He finally knew why he couldn''t feel the surging blood in Zhang Sanfeng''s body, because the other party had long returned to nature. If he didn''t want to see it, he couldn''t see through it.

    The man in front of him not only practiced his internal skills, but also Zhang Sanfeng, who created his own Taijiquan. How can he be an opponent?

    "God, you''re here for the first time today. I don''t know your strength, so you must try it in Shaolin Temple today."

    Just then, Li xunhuan said.

    "Who are you?"

    God said with a confused face.

    "I''m a teacher in the junior class. I''m temporarily responsible for managing the students in the junior class."

    Li xunhuan said, and then contacted the abbot kucheng of Shaolin Temple in the shooting world with his teacher card. "Today, a student named God went to the test. He himself is very confident in his strength. You can prolong the test time. There is no problem in two or three hours."

    god，“······”。

    Junior class teacher?

    Isn''t that his teacher?

    Although I don''t know what the Shaolin Temple trial represents, God has a very bad hunch.

    Moreover, he is now seriously injured.

    "You didn''t see the strength I just showed

    Before God finished, he was directly interrupted by Li xunhuan. "I was just thinking about the difference between monkeys and people. I forgot to observe the situation around me."

    god，“······”。

    "It''s over?"

    Just then, a figure familiar to God appeared.

    Tang Zichen!

    He always wanted to assassinate Tang Zichen. As a result, Tang Zichen relied on his spiritual realm of "not seeing or hearing, feeling danger and avoiding". Every time he didn''t get close to Tang Zichen, the other party perceived it and avoided his assassination in advance.

    "Teacher Tang, the competition between the students is over."

    Li xunhuan smiled.

    "Now that it''s over, I''ll arrange the cultivation courses for students of the Chinese martial arts system. In addition to daily cultivation, as long as Zhen Zhang is free, I''ll try to arrange you and Zhen Zhang to practice once a day."

    "You should cherish the opportunity to compete with immortal Zhang. He has too much for you to learn."

    Tang Zichen didn''t seem to know what had just happened, and his face was serious.

    The reason why they cultivate national skills is that their aura is thin, and they will not achieve much in cultivating internal power.

    Zhang Sanfeng has reached the top of his internal power cultivation because of his lack of aura. He created Taijiquan, which is similar to internal power script and Chinese martial arts. He wants to cultivate immortality.

    god，“·······”。

    "By the way, you should get along well with real Zhang."

    "The Dean has said that as long as Zhang Zhenzhen cultivates the martial arts major textbook [Jiuyang Sutra] of the junior class to a perfect level, he will become the head teacher of the junior class."

    "Getting along well with your head teacher is good for your future."

    Tang Zichen seemed to suddenly think of something, added.

    god，“·······”。

    Zhang Sanfeng''s future head teacher?

    Is Li xunhuan, who was scolded by him as a monkey, a teacher?

    Is Tang Zichen, who was assassinated by him, a teacher?