Chapter 191

Chang Geng stroked the white triangular beard under his chin, his eyes revealing a trace of warmth as he said, "This Yuan Xing is an orphan. He grew up in a mountain village next to the Dalin Temple. Two years ago, when he was hunting in the mountains, he was injured by a tiger and wolf and almost lost his life. Fortunately, he was saved by a monk in my temple. Later on, he became a lay disciple of the temple. I saw that he had a pure heart, so I accepted him into the Law Enforcement Hall."

Ou Peng smiled and said, "A monk's benevolence is really not bad. Master's help will definitely be repaid in the future."

Chang Geng continued, "This child has a pure heart, which suits my temperament. I originally wanted to pass on the martial arts of the Dalin Temple to my disciples. However, he is already old and the meridians in his body have already formed. On the path of inner strength, his future is bleak. I am currently considering how to teach him inner strength."

Ou Peng frowned and thought to himself, "A pure heart, which suits your temperament?

Only a ghost would believe that. However, what's the point of saying so much to me? "

When Chang Geng saw Ou Peng frowning, he knew that Ou Peng didn't understand. He continued, "However, Yuan Xing is a natural martial arts talent. After staying in the Law Enforcement Hall for two years, he has practiced countless fist and palm techniques. He has a lot of experience in fist and kick techniques. This time, I came to your sect to bring him along so that he can see the world."

Ou Peng still did not understand and asked, "Then what's so special about this competition?

Compared to the competition just now … "

Before he could finish his words, Ou Peng suddenly understood and said, "Master, you mean that we won't use inner strength and will only compete with our fists and feet?"

Chang Geng nodded and said, "That's exactly what I mean. I want to ask your disciple for guidance in the area of fists and feet."

Hearing this, Ou Peng was a little embarrassed. To be honest, which of the disciples of the Misty School in the mountains had not practiced inner strength cultivation methods?

When these disciples with internal strength techniques competed, they would naturally or involuntarily use their internal strength against their opponents. This was almost a habit. If they were not allowed to use their internal strength, it would be like cutting off their arms. How could they compete?

At this moment, Ou Peng thought of Zhang Xiaohua. This youth didn't seem to know any inner strength. However, Monk Changgeng had mentioned that he wanted to seek guidance from the disciples of the Misty School. If he were to push him out, Monk Changgeng would have something against him. Furthermore, Yuankong was eyeing Zhang Xiaohua covetously in the reed mat shelter. He was waiting to find Zhang Xiaohua to vent his anger for his junior brother. It wasn't appropriate to let Zhang Xiaohua out now.

What should he do?

Ou Peng thought for a moment and beckoned Zhang Chengyue over. He lowered his head and said a few words. Zhang Chengyue nodded and said to Yuan Xing, "Master, please come with me."

After saying that, he led Yuan Xing out of the reed mat shelter. But strangely, when Yuan Xing moved, Yuankong followed him out.

Zhang Chengyue was somewhat puzzled, but when Zhang Chengyue leaped onto the stage, Yuan Xing, who was below the stage, grabbed Yuan Xing's armpit and pushed him onto the stage, Zhang Chengyue realized that Yuan Xing was the same as Zhang Xiaohua. He did not know qinggong.

When Yuan Xing stood still on the ring, Zhang Chengyue circulated his inner strength and told him the conditions of the competition. He specifically said that he needed disciples from the Misty School.

Zhang Xiaohua was originally happy when he heard the conditions of the competition. Wasn't this a competition tailor-made for him?

He was eager to give it a try, but when he heard that he needed disciples from the Misty School, he immediately withered. Although he was from the Huan Xi Manor, he wasn't a disciple of the Misty School. Since Zhang Chengyue said so, he must be talking about him. In this square full of people, only he wasn't from the Misty School.

Zhang Chengyue's conditions were barely satisfactory. The square full of Misty School disciples was silent. They had been cultivating inner strength for a long time. It was difficult to guarantee that they could beat this Dalin Temple monk without using their inner strength.

Just when Zhang Chengyue was feeling a little awkward, a voice came from below the ring, "Disciple Zhang Xiaohu is willing to give it a try!"

Zhang Chengyue looked up. Of course, it was Zhang Xiaohua who was standing next to Zhang Xiaohua. Seeing Zhang Xiaohu volunteer himself, Zhang Chengyue frowned. He wanted to refuse, but out of all the people in the square, only Zhang Xiaohu stood out. If he didn't go up on the ring, it would disappoint him. Moreover, he had only been a disciple for less than two months. If he was defeated by Yuan Xing, it wouldn't be a loss of face for the Misty School. It would also be easier to explain in the jianghu in the future.

Immediately, Zhang Chengyue, who had figured out the trick, nodded and said, "Then Martial Nephew Zhang, please go up on the ring."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly ran towards ring number five. Nonsense, the escalator was still there and she hadn't had time to take it away.

After Zhang Xiaohua set up the escalator, Zhang Xiaohu walked up the ring very seriously. Zhang Chengyue asked in a low voice, "Zhang Xiaohu, how many times have you practiced fist techniques?

How many types do you know? "

Zhang Xiaohu told him everything. Zhang Chengyue nodded and said, "I understand. You can go now. Be careful."

After saying this, he walked down the ring and reported to Ou Peng.

Ou Peng, who was in the reed mat shelter, saw Zhang Xiaohu go up on the ring. He was delighted. How could he have forgotten about this disciple?

He was probably the only disciple in the Misty School who didn't know much about inner strength. Moreover, he had just entered the sect. If he lost, it would be easy to find excuses. However, he didn't know how good his fists were.

He seemed to have heard someone say that his fists were pretty good.

With that thought in mind, Ou Peng looked at the disciple standing to his right. Coincidentally, Wen Wenhai was also looking in his direction. The master and disciple looked at each other and nodded inwardly.

Not long after, Zhang Chengyue returned and whispered a few words in Ou Peng's ear. Ou Peng's expression rarely changed as he blurted out, "What? He only knows one …" But he immediately realized that he had lost his composure. He shut his mouth and waved weakly, gesturing for Zhang Chengyue to step aside.

Monk Chang Geng was very sensitive to the reactions of the Misty School. He had brought Yuan Xing to the Misty School for two reasons. First, it was to broaden his horizons. Second, it was to give the Misty School a difficult problem to see how they would deal with it.

However, the Misty School didn't take the difficult problem that he had racked his brains to dig out seriously. They quickly found Yuan Xing an opponent. He was very surprised. Did the Misty School have a disciple like Yuan Xing?

Or did they just find a scapegoat to deal with the problem?

Monk Chang Geng wanted to ask, but at this time, the battle on the arena had already begun.

Yuan Xing was indeed fierce. He immediately used the Dalin Temple's basic fist technique, Arhat Fist.

This Arhat Fist was similar to the Arhat Fist that was circulated in the pugilistic world. Not only did it have many more moves, the moves were also much more exquisite. Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua, who was watching from below the arena, even realized that there were a few moves in the Arhat Fist that Monk Yuan Xing used that were similar to the moves in his Fist of the Big Dipper.

Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but be astonished.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaohu steadied himself and used a set of Six Directions Fist Technique. He was neither too fast nor too slow. It was exactly the same as Yuan Xing's Arhat Fist. Every move was not at a disadvantage.

Not long after, Yuan Xing finished using his Arhat Fist. He changed his move again. He was using the Dalin Temple's Skanda Palm, which was not taught to outsiders. This Skanda Palm was a fierce fist technique in the Dalin Temple that was combined with inner strength. It was extremely powerful. Now in Yuan Xing's hands, although he didn't have any inner strength, he could still vaguely feel the fierceness of it. Yuan Xing originally thought that since he used the Dalin Temple's fist technique, Zhang Xiaohu would definitely use the Misty School's secret fist technique to fight him. However, he saw that Zhang Xiaohu was still calm and unhurried. He was still using the same set of Six Directions Fist. Yuan Xing didn't know the whole story. He was slightly angered. I'm using my school's secret fist technique to fight, but you're only using the Six Directions Fist that is commonly seen in the pugilistic world. Isn't this clearly looking down on me?

As a result, Yuan Xing became even more determined. He constantly changed his moves, trying to force Zhang Xiaohu to change his fist technique.

It must be said that Yuan Xing was favored by Monk Chang Geng for a reason. He was able to use the Dalin Temple's secret fist techniques and palm techniques one by one. In the beginning, he used them one by one, but later on, he was no longer limited to any one set of fist techniques. He was actually able to integrate all the Dalin Temple's fist techniques. He was able to casually use them as if they were just one move of a set of fist techniques.

But even so, Yuan Xing's Heart Fire was even more exuberant. Although Zhang Xiaohu was on the verge of collapsing, he still did not change to the Ethereal Sect's fist techniques. Instead, he continued to use the most common set of Six Joint Fists.

"Isn't this clearly looking down on me?"

Yuan Xing was secretly angry. His hands and feet were constantly changing their moves. Like a multi-armed Guanyin, he attacked Zhang Xiaohu from all directions.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaohu was suffering unspeakably. The fist technique he was proficient in was the Six Directions Fist. He only used the other fist techniques as a reference. If he were to use them against an opponent, they would definitely be full of flaws. He might as well just use the Six Directions Fist.

Moreover, Zhang Xiaohu didn't have much experience against an opponent. He didn't have many opportunities to compete. Although he was proficient in the Six Directions Fist, he didn't have enough practice. Soon, he was at a disadvantage. If Yuan Xing hadn't been determined to force him to use the Misty School's secret fist techniques, he might have already been knocked out of the arena by Yuan Xing.

Yuan Xing's fists and feet were like a mountain pressing down on Zhang Xiaohu. It made his chest feel stuffy and he couldn't breathe. It was just like when Zhang Xiaohua was competing a few days ago. Zhang Xiaohu felt that something in his heart was being obliterated bit by bit.

"Maybe failure isn't far away." Zhang Xiaohu thought to himself. His movements were somewhat sluggish.

Seeing this, Yuan Xing was secretly delighted. "This guy is so unreasonable. Even now, he's still looking down on me.

See if I don't throw you out of the arena. "

Thinking of this, his eyes naturally flashed with contempt.

This gaze fell into Zhang Xiaohu's eyes and was imprinted in his heart. He couldn't help but think of his own situation in the Misty School. Some disciples were disdainful, some disciples were flattering, and even Chen Chen's words, "These disciples, if it were my Senior Changge, it would only take two or three moves."

These constantly flashed in Zhang Xiaohu's mind. He couldn't help but feel unyielding. There was a voice shouting in his heart, "Don't ask where a hero comes from. Miracles come from people!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohu's eyes immediately became lively. His fists and feet were also filled with power. The obscurity of his moves became smoother and smoother.

As mentioned earlier, Zhang Xiaohu was the same as Zhang Xiaohua. They both had too little fighting experience. Zhang Xiaohua's North Star Magical Fist was slowly refined in the second round of the competition. Only then did it grow in power.

Zhang Xiaohu was the same. Although he was familiar with the moves of the Six Joint Fists, his fighting experience was not as good as his younger brother's. When Yuan Xing exchanged moves with him, the pressure he gave him became the catalyst for the growth of Zhang Xiaohu's fist technique.

Zhang Xiaohu's change shocked Yuan Xing. He originally wanted to force Zhang Xiaohu to display the secret fist technique, but he didn't change. Furthermore, the flaws in his moves were exposed. Yuan Xing was about to give up his original idea and knock Zhang Xiaohu off the stage. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaohu's fist technique didn't change, but the fist intent within changed. It became more vigorous and aggressive.

Yuan Xing knew that things weren't going well. He displayed even more fist techniques. Everyone watching below the stage only had one thought, "This monk is really impressive. I'm afraid that he has learned all the fist techniques of the Dalin Temple!"

The disciples in the square were dazzled as they looked at Yuan Xing's endless moves. They all thought to themselves, "If I were to face such an opponent, but I couldn't use my inner strength, how would I win?"

There might be thousands of answers, but there was one thing that they all agreed on. That was, they all believed that if they were on the stage, they would definitely be stronger than Zhang Xiaohu!

He wouldn't just use the same set of Six Harmonies Fist Technique over and over again.

Furthermore, they also believed that Zhang Xiaohu's defeat was inevitable. It was only a matter of time.

Although they didn't wish for such a situation to happen, the situation in front of them was exactly that.

Perhaps the people in the square all had the same thoughts. Perhaps Ou Peng and the rest in the reed mat shed also had the same thoughts. Perhaps, all the martial artists in the pugilistic world had the same thoughts. However, below the first stage, Zhang Xiaohua, who was secretly clenching his fists and had his heart in his throat, didn't think so.

In his heart, he firmly believed that his second brother would definitely win. Even though he had already seen that Zhang Xiaohu's fist technique was a little weak and his morale was a little low.

Although Zhang Xiaohu was still at a disadvantage, the sharp Zhang Xiaohua had already seen that little bit of willpower in Zhang Xiaohu's fist technique was rising. He also saw that little bit of unyieldingness in his moves was growing strong. However, it was also because of this that his heart was raised even higher. He was afraid that his second brother would be defeated by the monk before he mastered his fist technique.

What Zhang Xiaohua saw was the spirit of the fist technique and Zhang Xiaohu's willpower. The disciples of the Misty School, on the other hand, were looking at the power of the fist technique.

As time passed bit by bit, Zhang Xiaohu wasn't defeated like they had imagined. Zhang Xiaohu was like a small blade of grass. Under the heavy pressure of a huge rock, he grew bit by bit. Slowly, gradually, he unknowingly lifted the huge rock. From between the gaps of the huge rock, a tender bud emerged. At this moment, the huge rock could no longer suppress and strangle this tenacious life.

At this moment, Yuan Xing felt like a huge rock. He was really regretful, but he also understood a little.

He regretted that he hadn't ruthlessly attacked earlier and knocked his opponent out of the arena. He understood that he had overestimated his opponent. It seemed like his opponent really only knew one set of Six Harmonies Fists.

Yuan Xing was furious. I came here to ask for guidance on fist techniques from your Misty School. I first showed you all the fist techniques from the Dalin Temple one by one, but you guys only knew one set of Six Harmonies Fists. Is this still the Jianghu where it's rude to come and go?

But now, whether Yuan Xing was angry, shocked, or indignant, the opponent in front of him was no longer the one who had just entered the arena. He no longer had the strength to defeat him easily. His Six Harmonies Fists had been refined to the extreme. No matter what fist technique or palm technique he used, he could use a simple move to easily resolve it. As soon as Yuan Xing relaxed a little, he would use a simple move to find his flaw and force him to quickly change his move to make up for the flaw.

The disciples of the Misty School saw that the power of Zhang Xiaohu's fist technique was getting stronger and stronger. From the beginning when he was exhausted from defending, to now when he was able to attack and slowly turn the situation around, they couldn't help but feel hope rising from the bottom of their hearts. Once that little bit of hope was born, it spread and grew. Everyone's eyes were burning and their throats were itching. Unknowingly, someone shouted out, "Zhang Xiaohu, you can do it!"

Thus, with a single shout, everyone started cheering for Zhang Xiaohu. The entire arena was filled with shouts of "Zhang Xiaohua, you can do it!"

Ou Peng and Monk Chang Geng, who were in the reed mat shelter, seemed to already know the final outcome from the moment Yuan Xing and Zhang Xiaohu began their match. After all, the two of them were famous experts in the Jianghu. Once this low-level disciple made a move, they would naturally know who was stronger and who was weaker. Thus, the two of them casually chatted about the matters of the Jianghu.

Monk Chang Geng knew his disciple well and didn't look at the arena. This was a competition that didn't use internal energy, so there wouldn't be any injuries. Naturally, he didn't have to worry. Needless to say, the disciples of the Misty School would know that they were inferior to Yuan Xing the moment they made a move.

On the other hand, Ou Peng watched as he chatted. If it were someone else who was at a disadvantage the moment they entered the arena, he might not have watched. After all, he knew that Zhang Xiaohu only knew one set of Six Harmonies Fists. Seeing how Yuan Xing was throwing out the Dalin Temple's fist techniques as if they were free, how could Zhang Xiaohu be a match for him?

However, there was another reason why Ou Peng was watching so attentively.

Ever since Zhang Xiaohu entered the Misty School, Wen Wenhai hadn't taught him any martial arts. It wasn't that he didn't do his best as a master, but that Wen Wenhai was truly worried.

The Misty School's disciples were trained from a young age and taught martial arts. There had never been a disciple as old as Zhang Xiaohu who had entered the school. For example, Aunt Qin of Mingcui Hall had entered the Misty School and didn't seek guidance from a master. She had her own martial arts, unlike Zhang Xiaohu who had to learn from scratch.

However, since Wen Wenhai had accepted Zhang Xiaohu as a disciple, he naturally didn't want to treat him unfairly. Therefore, after careful consideration, he sought out his master, Ou Peng, to ask for Ou Peng's permission to impart the Misty School's core inner strength mantra — Ethereal Divine Art — to Zhang Xiaohu. However, Ou Peng immediately rejected his request.

Although Ethereal Divine Art was a cultivation technique exclusive to the direct disciples of the Misty School and Zhang Xiaohu was qualified to cultivate it, Zhang Xiaohu hadn't gone through the formal procedures to enter the school. His martial arts aptitude was still unknown. Just his age alone was a big problem. His meridians had already formed, so how could he cultivate Ethereal Divine Art to the realm of Dacheng?

Ou Peng still hoped that Wen Wenhai could impart other higher level inner strength mantras to Zhang Xiaohu.

This was Wen Wenhai's first time accepting a disciple. He cherished this slightly older disciple and only wanted to give him a good foundation. This was why he begged Ou Peng again and again. Moreover, Ou Peng refused to agree.

This resulted in Zhang Xiaohu's situation where no one cared about him even though he had been in the school for almost two months!

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