Chapter 193

PS: Readers have once again brought up the issue of slow updates. I'm ashamed. 0K a day is the limit, any more and I won't be able to do it. If it's split into two chapters, each chapter is 8K. Wouldn't it be a problem of being fickle and fickle?

Moreover, I've always been very lazy. If I upload once, I won't think about it. If I upload more, I might not be able to remember.

The most important thing is that I'm not a full-time writer and only use my free time to write. Right now, I'm writing this message at 77: 68. I have to work during the day and can only write at night. Everyone, please bear with me.

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I hope you can urge me to upload one more time and gather 7 yuan. Then I can go buy a lottery ticket.

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Zhang Xiaohua said, "How can a monk bargain like this?

He really doesn't have any self-restraint. "

Sky Origin didn't bicker with him and only asked if he agreed. Zhang Xiaohua thought to herself, "Isn't it just reading it once? When the time comes, I'll read it carefully. I'll take half a day to read a page. Let's see what you say then."

Thus, Zhang Xiaohua pretended to be tricked. She was very angry and said loudly, "Just read it once. However, you have to let me read it myself."

Sky Origin didn't suspect her and naturally agreed.

Hearing Sky Origin agree, Zhang Xiaohua got into a fighting stance, but Sky Origin didn't move.

Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled, "This little master, we've already agreed on the price. Why aren't you making a move?"

Sky Origin frowned and said, "We've been talking for half a day and you're the one who wins. What should I do? But if I win, what will you do?"

Zhang Xiaohua laughed mischievously, "If you win, I'll just jump down from this stage."

Sky Origin shook his head and said, "That's too easy for you. It's not appropriate."

When Zhang Xiaohua saw Yuankong dawdling, she giggled and said, "Then think about it carefully. I'll go down to eat first. Let's count this as my loss."

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua was about to go down again, Sky Origin hurriedly stopped her. "Don't, don't. I don't want your prize, okay?"

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she stopped in her tracks and said, "Monk Youna, I know you want to teach me a lesson and avenge your Junior Brother. I'm giving you and the Dalin Temple face by going up on stage. Stop nagging and start fighting. I'm in a hurry!"

Zhang Xiaohua knew that Yuankong wanted to regain face for the Dalin Temple. Moreover, he was conceited that he would definitely win against her. That was why he repeatedly waited for the highest bid. She had grasped Yuankong's weakness and forced him to lower his head again and again.

In fact, Zhang Xiaohua also understood that she was just a farm boy from Huan Xi Manor. She did not have any master. Even if she lost, there was nothing to lose. Anyway, she had already lost a lot of face. Why would she be afraid of one more time?

The voices of the two people on the stage were not loud. When they were close enough, they could naturally hear them. They could not help but snicker in their hearts. This guy was really shameless. Ou Peng and the others who were far away were puzzled. They did not know what the two were talking about. However, the people in the square, including Zhang Xiaohu, did not have any hope for Zhang Xiaohua. Even if Zhang Xiaohua was a genius, how long had she been practicing martial arts? She had just happened to pass the challenge of a second-order commoner. Who was her opponent? It was someone who could easily defeat a third-order commoner.

However, it was also because of this that everyone relaxed and wanted to see the "farce" on the stage.

On the stage, Yuankong put his palms together and saluted. "This little monk is Yuankong from the Dalin Temple. Please enlighten me."

Zhang Xiaohua also cupped her fists and saluted. "This little one is Zhang Xiaohua from Huan Xi Manor. Please enlighten me."

After saluting, the two of them got into their respective stances. With a loud shout, they quickly stepped forward and began to fight with their fists and palms.

The little monk Yuankong learned from Yuan Liao's lesson. The first thing he used was the palm technique he was best at — Skanda Exorcism Palm.

The Skanda Exorcism Palm was a secret martial art of the Dalin Temple. It was complemented by a set of profound inner strength mantras. The mantras were divided into nine layers. Each layer would increase one's inner strength by several folds. It was said that when one reached the ninth layer, they would have the power to exorcise demons. There were few opponents in Jianghu. The masters of the Dalin Temple who had reached the ninth layer of the Skanda Exorcism Palm were all famous in Jianghu.

Ever since Yuankong started cultivating, he had been practicing this set of inner strength mantras. He had already reached the third layer. Among the younger generation of disciples in the Dalin Temple, he was also very famous.

The Skanda Exorcism Palm was extremely powerful. Monk Yuankong also thought highly of himself. When they were fighting on the stage, he did not use it at all. Even then, he won easily.

This time, it seemed that he hated Zhang Xiaohua to the core. He used his best move right from the start.

In Yuankong's mind, his Skanda Exorcism Palm was not something that this country bumpkin Zhang Xiaohua could withstand. With this palm strike, wouldn't the inner strength contained in his palm strike send Zhang Xiaohua flying several zhang?

If he could directly send her off the stage, it would also show that his inner strength was extraordinary.

But who would have thought that when their fists and palms collided, both of them felt an astonishing amount of power from each other's hands. With a 'bang', Monk Yuankong did not move at all. Zhang Xiaohua took three steps back. Both of their faces were filled with shock. Soon after, they revealed expressions of joy at the same time. They once again waved their fists and palms and fought.

The competition on the stage this time was different from the past. In other competitions on the stage, everyone cared about winning or losing. They racked their brains and used strategies and tactics to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. However, for these two, one of them was much stronger than his opponent and did not have the slightest intention of underestimating his opponent. They did not hold back in their palm techniques and the circulation of their inner strength. The other did not care about winning or losing at all. There was no need to talk about strategies, so they did not use their full strength in their fists and kicks.

As a result, 'pilipala' sounds could be heard from the stage. It was actually the sound of force colliding with force. The situation was extremely explosive and it was truly out of everyone's expectations.

The battle between Zhang Xiaohu and Yuan Xing was said to have ended in a draw. This had indeed allowed the Misty School to regain some face. However, in reality, Zhang Xiaohu had been suppressed from the start and did not have much strength to retaliate. Most importantly, they did not use their inner strength in their competition. Although their moves looked good, their power was lacking. This made these hot-blooded youths who used their inner strength all day long to bombard others feel unsatisfied. When they said that it was a draw in the end, they were all happy. However, to be honest, there was a lack of excitement in their happiness.

And now, looking at this young man who had just kicked a handsome little monk off the stage, he went on stage to challenge a dark and coarse monk who had easily defeated their own brother. Just based on this courage, they first praised him in their hearts. The happiest thing was that this brother went on stage to fight force with force with his opponent. This kind of fighting style immediately ignited the passion in the blood of the youths. Their eyes were bloodshot as they looked at Zhang Xiaohua who was continuously waving his fists around on the stage. They immediately felt that he was incomparably pleasing to the eye. What was this, a warrior? Calling him brother was really very considerate.

Thus, someone shouted, "Brother, do your best! Brother, rise up!"

The crowd below the stage all responded. The sound of 'rise up' immediately reverberated through the hall.

At this moment, if Ou Peng, the great Sect Leader Ou, felt astonished when he saw Zhang Xiaohu fight Yuan Xing to a draw, then he was now deeply shocked.

To be honest, although Zhang Xiaohu's draw was very brilliant and unexpected, that kind of fighting style without internal energy could only show a person's aptitude. From a literary point of view, it was purely theoretical research. The theory might be strong, but it might not be feasible in practice. In other words, if Zhang Xiaohu really did cultivate internal energy, he might not be as powerful as Yuan Kong. A fist technique without internal energy was just a formality, a castle in the air. As long as it was slightly damaged by internal energy, it would definitely suffer a crushing defeat. This was also why Chang Geng specially mentioned the meaning of 'special' when he mentioned Yuan Xing.

Today was truly a day of glory for the Zhang brothers. Ou Peng couldn't help but secretly ask himself, "One surprise after another. I wonder how many more surprises the Zhang brothers can give me?"

Ou Peng had previously heard some things about Zhang Xiaohua from his sister. For example, his arm strength was astonishing. However, for a Sect Leader like Ou Peng who had seen countless outstanding talents, it really didn't count for much. Just Tang Shi from Young Eagle Hall alone was better than Zhang Xiaohua. Moreover, this strength was cultivated from a young age using medicinal herbs. Although Zhang Xiaohua had some strength, without a good foundation, his future progress was still limited.

Therefore, Ou Peng had never thought highly of Zhang Xiaohua.

However, in today's battle, he discovered that Zhang Xiaohua's arm strength seemed to be much greater than what was previously said. Either the rumors were wrong, or Zhang Xiaohua's arm strength had increased. Naturally, Ou Peng's thoughts leaned towards the former. He wasn't naive enough to believe that in just a few months, Zhang Xiaohua's arm strength could have improved greatly without the nourishment of medicinal herbs.

However, even if Ou Peng didn't have any hopes of getting lucky in this extremely unfair competition, the contest between Zhang Xiaohua and Yuan Kong at the beginning still shocked him.

He smiled and said to Monk Chang Geng, "Congratulations Great Master, this young master Yuan Kong's Skanda Exorcism Palm should be at the third or fourth level. With such a high cultivation at such a young age, it won't be long before he will be a bright star blooming in Jianghu."

Monk Chang Geng was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. His purpose in coming to the Misty School was to show off the strength of the Disciplinary Hall and fiercely show off his power to Ou Peng. He wanted to take revenge on the Misty School for taking down the Luo Shui Gang one step ahead of them, causing the Disciplinary Hall's long-planned plan to go down the drain.

Of course, this was only limited to the Disciplinary Hall's prestige. It wasn't the entire Dalin Temple's prestige that had been overturned. Otherwise, the disciples here wouldn't have only sent out low level disciples to disturb the martial arts exhibition. It would have been an elite disciple against a core disciple.

Then again, if that was the case, how would Zhang Xiaohua and Zhang Xiaohu have the opportunity to put on a show of individual martial arts?

The monk Chang Geng accepted Ou Peng's flattery with ease. He replied in an indecent manner, "This disciple of your Ethereal Sect is not bad. Even though he doesn't know any inner strength, he was born with great strength. Coupled with this messy fist technique, he was actually able to fight Yuan Xing to a standstill. This is really unexpected.

However, his fist technique is also strange. No matter how you look at it, it's awkward. Look at the moves of the Liuhe Fist, they're not properly executed and are crooked. Also, that kick seems to be a technique of the Tan family. It's also similar to our Dalin Temple's Peacock Fanning Tail. That's right, look at this move. It's very familiar and is somewhat similar to a move of the Skanda Exorcism Palm. What kind of fist technique is this? Chief Ou, how did you teach this fist technique? How come I didn't know that you had this fist technique? "

Ou Peng's heart skipped a beat when he heard that. He knew about Zhang Xiaohua's Jumbled Fist Technique and naturally thought that he had poor talent. He thought that it was just a passing remark. But now that he heard Monk Changgeng's comments, he naturally paid attention to it. He watched it carefully and didn't even hear Changgeng's final question.

When Monk Chang Geng saw how rude Ou Peng was and how he didn't seem to have heard his question, he was slightly angered. He secretly cursed a few times and also watched the competition on the stage.

Zhang Xiaohua was also lucky. If she encountered Monk Yuan Kong a few days ago, she would definitely lose after a few moves. However, this person just had a few battles a few days ago and had just refined the Big Dipper Mystical Fist. Now that his fighting spirit was high, he couldn't wait to meet some experts and properly hone his beloved Big Dipper Mystical Fist. In the time it took to eat half a meal, the two of them were evenly matched.

Although it was said that they were evenly matched, there was actually a difference. Zhang Xiaohua used all her skills and didn't hold back. Of course, she didn't hold anything back either. On the other hand, Monk Yuan Kong only used the skills that he was proud of and had many other moves that he didn't use.

As a matter of fact, when Monk Yuan saw that his Skanda Exorcism Palm didn't succeed, he pondered about other methods.

Sealing acupoints. This was the first thing that came to Monk Yuan Kong's mind. It wasn't just because sealing acupoints was a profound martial art that very few low-level disciples knew. It was a sharp weapon that could be used to kill. Most importantly, if he was too far away, he would lose his front leg. If he could defeat Zhang Xiaohua with this, he would be able to redeem the Dalin Temple's lost face.

Thinking of this, Monk Yuan Kong stopped his palm technique and used the Dalin Temple's martial art, Winding Silk Grappling Hand. The power of this Grappling Hand was mediocre, but its advantage was that the moves were short and quick. It was almost untraceable. However, Zhang Xiaohua was no longer the same as before. How could he get close to her?

Last time, he was too far away because he was caught off guard. If it was a real competition, how could she let him directly seal all thirty-six major acupoints on her body?

After fighting like this for a while, Monk Yuan Kong revealed a slight opening. Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed. She took a step forward and sent a punch over. Unexpectedly, Monk Yuan Kong was already prepared. With a somersault in the air, he flipped over Zhang Xiaohua's head. Zhang Xiaohua raised her hand to the sky. Monk Yuan Kong's qinggong was also exceptional. He had already leaped over. While he was in midair, he used his fingers to strike three acupoints on Zhang Xiaohua's neck. If it was any other opponent, that opponent would naturally be paralyzed on the ground and be at the mercy of others. However, Monk Yuan Kong had learned from Yuan Liao's mistake and didn't dare to trust himself too much. He still moved back, wanting to get out of the safe area as soon as possible.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaohua didn't collapse as he had expected. Instead, she raised her hand to strike. Immediately after, she spun around and kicked Monk Yuan Kong's two fingers with her left foot. Seeing this, Monk Yuan was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised that his acupoint sealing technique actually didn't hit Zhang Xiaohua. He didn't know the reason for this.

Was it because his acupoints weren't sealed properly?

Or did Zhang Xiaohua practice a hard qigong similar to Iron Shirt?

But even if Zhang Xiaohua practiced a hard qigong, it was impossible for her to achieve great success at such a young age. How could she not be afraid of his acupoint sealing?

Moreover, this brat seemed to have said that he didn't know any internal energy. Could it be that he was deliberately trying to confuse others?

What made Monk Yuan happy was that when the left foot kicked over, wasn't the Yongquan acupoint under her foot placed right in front of his eyes? Wasn't it obvious that she was giving it to him?

The Yongquan acupoint was a major acupoint. If it was really hit, not only would it break Zhang Xiaohua's internal energy, oh, I forgot, this brat didn't have any internal energy at all. But at the very least, it would make him temporarily lose his ability to fight.

Just as Monk Yuan was pondering the crucial question of whether or not to strike, Zhang Xiaohua's vigorous foot had already arrived in front of his face. The sole of her foot was placed right in front of Monk Yuan Kong. Monk Yuan Kong reflexively pressed his fingers together and actually used all his strength.

However, reality once again exceeded Monk Yuan Kong's expectations. Although his slender fingers were filled with internal energy, they were still fingers and not fists. They met Zhang Xiaohua's foot head-on. Although the acupoint was extremely accurate and it really was the Yongquan acupoint, Monk Yuan Kong felt as if he had struck an iron plate. A sharp pain transmitted from his fingers. Monk Yuan Kong sucked in a breath of cold air and quickly retracted his right arm. He exerted strength in his feet and like a reed crossing a river, he floated to the side of the arena. Only then did he carefully look at his fingers.

He saw that his fingers were already red and in incomparable pain. It was as if they were swollen.

Zhang Xiaohua saw that Monk Yuan Kong had jumped to the side and didn't chase after him. She only felt that it was strange. Why did this dark and coarse little monk have the same problem as that fair and clean little monk?

They both liked to randomly poke others with their fingers. Last time, that monk had poked her body more than thirty times before standing there in a daze, waiting for her to kick his butt. This time, this monk did it again. Not only did he poke her neck twice, he even wanted to poke her stinky feet as if he wasn't satisfied. What kind of problem was this? In her impression, the shrews of the Guozhuang House only used their fingers when they were quarreling. They only randomly poked each other's faces, but this group of monks randomly poked their bodies. Presumably, this was also a kind of improvement.

No wonder the ancients said that only monks and women were difficult to raise. Presumably, this was the meaning behind it.

Seeing that his acupoint sealing had failed, Monk Yuan was greatly shocked. This great shock was not only psychological, but also physical. He didn't know what kind of martial arts this Zhang Xiaohua practiced. Her entire body was like an iron plate and she wasn't afraid of having her acupoints sealed. Perhaps when his Skanda Exorcism Palm reached the ninth level, he would be able to circulate his internal energy and use it to seal her acupoints. Moreover, his fingers were clearly injured. It would greatly affect his future competition.

While Monk Yuan was greatly shocked, Zhang Xiaohua opened her mouth and said, "Little Monk Yuan Kong, your fingers are injured. Why don't you hurry and bandage them? Don't leave any sequelae. In the future, you won't be able to hold chopsticks properly. You won't even be able to hold pork belly properly."

Monk Yuan was originally greatly shocked, but after hearing these words, he became furious. He shouted, "Amitabha! Zhang Xiaohua, don't make irresponsible remarks. How can monks eat meat? We are usually vegetarians."

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she stuck out her tongue. She knew that she had made a mistake. She bowed and said, "Little Master, please don't blame me. I know my mistake and forgot about this. Please forgive me."

Monk Yuan waved his uninjured hand and said, "Forget it, forget it."

Zhang Xiaohua said, "I can't forget it. As an apology, I'll give you some time. Take care of your fingers first, then we'll compete."

When Monk Yuan heard this, he smiled and said, "Many thanks, Little Benefactor."

After saying this, he was just about to take out the Dalin Temple's secret healing ointment when he heard Zhang Xiaohua mutter in a small voice, "Pork belly really does taste good. This little monk really doesn't have the luck to eat it."

When Monk Yuan heard this, he fell to the ground with a thud and nearly fainted. Fortunately, there was still some distance from the edge of the arena. Otherwise, Zhang Xiaohua would have won without a fight.

At this moment, the Misty School's Gang Leader Ou did not see such a wonderful farce at all. He only frowned tightly, as if he was thinking about something.

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