Chapter 196

Since the bystanders knew, the people involved naturally knew even more.

At this point in the competition, Sky Origin's heart was clear. Between the exchange of fists and palms, the weakness in Zhang Xiaohua's fists and the sluggishness in her footwork all indicated that Zhang Xiaohua was like a grasshopper after autumn, unable to jump much longer.

Sky Origin couldn't help but have a playful heart. If he could tease her a few more times in the arena, the Dalin Temple would regain some of their lost face.

Faced with Sky Origin's many boring moves, Zhang Xiaohua was also helpless. A punch landed on her body, a kick landed on her shoulder, but there was no strength. It didn't hurt or itch, so it was better to directly kick her off the arena.

Zhang Xiaohua angrily moved to the edge of the arena, but Sky Origin blocked her directly, forcing her to the center of the arena. Even if Zhang Xiaohua wanted to jump off the arena herself, she couldn't do so now.

Zhang Xiaohua let out a sigh from the bottom of her heart. Was this the legendary cat playing with the mouse?

Sky Origin's actions directly led to boos from the audience below the arena. Everyone was also discussing. A scholar would rather be killed than be humiliated. But even if she wanted to commit suicide and go home, they wouldn't let her. This Dalin Temple wasn't too … vengeful.

How many laughs, how many sorrows.

Everyone from the Dalin Temple was smiling as they watched everything that happened in the arena. Monk Chang Geng even revealed a rare smile. His left hand stroked his grizzled white triangular beard, and he nodded repeatedly, giving off a feeling of "Deep My Heart".

Ever since Ou Peng knew that she might have the Da Zhou Stellar Fist, he had been counting the moves of Zhang Xiaohua's fist technique. As for whether Zhang Xiaohua was defeated or exhausted, he didn't care too much.

Not to mention that Zhang Xiaohua wasn't a disciple of the Misty School, even if she lost, the Misty School wouldn't lose too much face. Besides, how much face did the Misty School have left today?

If he lost it, so be it.

Moreover, this was a competition between low-level disciples. There were no weapons, no lethal moves, so there was definitely no danger to his life. Why would Ou Peng care?

Like this, Sky Origin attacked fiercely a few times, but Zhang Xiaohua fought back weakly. She didn't pay attention and was even rolled on the ground by Sky Origin.

Sky Origin didn't chase after her. Zhang Xiaohua stood up. She originally wanted to admit defeat, but when she saw Sky Origin's mocking gaze, she immediately shut her mouth. The competition had already come to an end. If she opened her mouth to beg for mercy, wouldn't that ruin her reputation?

Thus, Zhang Xiaohua secretly encouraged herself. Then, with a loud shout, she attacked again.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua only wanted to set up a monument for herself. She didn't want any credit. But after this unintentional punch, a warm current flowed from the bottom of her left foot, flowing up along her bones.

When Zhang Xiaohua felt this warm current, she couldn't help but be stunned. Then, she became ecstatic. Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment and found the general reason for the warm current. The competition had been going on for so long, she must have just performed seven sets of the Big Dipper Magical Fist. It was inevitable that the warm current would appear. Last time, during the second stage of the martial arts practice, didn't the warm current appear after she had just performed two sets of the Big Dipper Magical Fist?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua moved toward Yuankong while performing the Big Dipper Magical Fist. When she arrived in front of Yuankong, it was an offensive move. At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua's fist was already in front of Yuankong. Although Yuankong saw Zhang Xiaohua performing some moves and was very puzzled, since she was going to attack in close range, he didn't care. He thought that Zhang Xiaohua's strength had been used up, so he carelessly blocked it. But when his palm collided with Zhang Xiaohua's fist, an unparalleled force immediately came from Zhang Xiaohua's fist. Yuankong was shocked and immediately used his strength to resist, but he was still a bit too slow. Under the attack of Zhang Xiaohua's fist, his palm flew back and hit the bridge of his nose. In an instant, Yuankong's nose felt sour, and tears and snot flowed down.

Yuankong hurriedly used his other hand to wipe it away, but immediately, a thought flashed through his mind. "Zhang Xiaohua is too cunning. Just now, he must have deliberately set up a maze, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. How did I fall for his trick?"

At the same time, he shouted in his heart, "Oh no, I'm already crying. How can I still see Zhang Xiaohua's moves?"

Thus, he hurriedly performed his best move, Crossing the River on a Reed, and flew all over the arena, afraid that he would be punched out of the arena by Zhang Xiaohua.

At the same time that Yuankong flew up, Zhang Xiaohua also kicked Yuankong's chest. Yuankong flew up and dodged the attack. Zhang Xiaohua kicked empty air and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

As the ancients said, "Take your life when you're sick."

If she didn't attack now, when would she?

Zhang Xiaohua immediately used the Big Dipper Fist and chased after Yuankong all over the arena.

When Zhang Xiaohua caught up to him for the second time, Yuankong had already wiped away his tears. Although his eyes were still red like a rabbit's, he could still see clearly. He hurriedly used his palm to block, but just as he blocked, there was still a huge force. It was actually several times stronger than Zhang Xiaohua's initial strength. It was definitely not something Yuankong could block right now. Thus, Yuankong immediately somersaulted a few times and flew out, dispersing the force from his palm. Only then did he stare blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar Zhang Xiaohua in front of him.

At this moment, Yuankong was very confused. Since Zhang Xiaohua had such great strength, he might not have been able to last until now if she had used it from the start. However, why did Zhang Xiaohua insist on pretending to be the weaker party? Only at the end did she give him a powerful counterattack. Could this be the legendary "self-abuse"?

Yuankong shivered and hurriedly shook his head. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua attack again, Yuankong didn't dare to directly receive it with his palm this time. He still used his qinggong to dodge.

Seeing Yuankong dodge again, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but be furious. She thought to herself, "This warm current of mine will flow all over my body in a moment. If I want to beat you again, I won't have the strength to do so. Why did you dodge again?"

However, he didn't think about how he had used the same move to achieve a record of nine draws. Yuankong was just giving him a taste of his own medicine.

The sudden change in the situation on the stage was too sudden. It was so sudden that even the people below the stage forgot to shout "rise". All of them stared with their eyes wide open and mouths agape. They looked at the unbelievable scene in front of them. It was as though a mouse that had been teased by a kitten had suddenly picked up a big stick and chased after the kitten!

The entire arena was silent.

There was only the sound of Zhang Xiaohua's footsteps chasing after him.

By the time the Misty School disciples came to their senses and rose again, Zhang Xiaohua still hadn't caught up to Yuankong. Thinking about it, Yuankong's Crossing the River on a Reed was close to Zhang Xiaohua's Ethereal Steps. It was naturally not something that Zhang Xiaohua's Big Dipper Divine Fist could catch up to. However, even so, Yuankong had expended quite a bit of his inner strength.

And at that moment, the warm current in Zhang Xiaohua's bones had already flowed throughout her body.

When the warm current in her bones disappeared, Zhang Xiaohua's exhaustion vanished without a trace. Her strength was restored to its original state.

Yuankong, whose martial arts level was much higher than Zhang Xiaohua's, naturally acutely sensed the change in strength in Zhang Xiaohua's fist.

However, this time, Yuankong no longer naively believed that Zhang Xiaohua's strength was only so much. Even if it was a parry or a counterattack, he didn't dare let his guard down. He had to be very careful.

In fact, the two of them fought for a few more incense sticks' worth of time. Zhang Xiaohua was once again exhausted and the wind from her fist weakened. Yuankong still didn't dare be greedy for credit, afraid that Zhang Xiaohua had dug a trap for him to jump into.

Yuankong saw that Zhang Xiaohua was the same as last time. She looked like she was exhausted, but he didn't dare to go up. He was afraid that Zhang Xiaohua would punch him again. That strength really made him feel that he couldn't resist.

After fighting for a while, Yuankong's own internal strength was also exhausted. Even if he used the Skanda Subduing Demon Palm's internal strength cultivation method, he couldn't produce any more internal strength.

Zhang Xiaohua, on the other hand, became even weaker.

Yuankong couldn't help but have a thought flash through his mind. "Could it be that that was a trap? Now, this Zhang Xiaohua really doesn't have any more strength?"

Thinking about it, no matter how many heroes practiced external martial arts in the world, they had never heard of anyone who had inexhaustible strength. Although this Zhang Xiaohua was much more resilient than he had expected, as a person who practiced internal strength cultivation method, even his internal strength couldn't withstand the exhaustion. How much strength could Zhang Xiaohua last?

The more Yuankong thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. The thought of "Zhang Xiaohua doesn't have any strength" became increasingly clear in his mind.

In the end, Yuankong gritted his teeth. In any case, he only had a little bit of internal strength left. Even if Zhang Xiaohua was still a trap, if he didn't try, he would still run out of internal strength in half an hour. He wouldn't be able to escape the fate of defeat. He might as well use his last bit of internal strength to see if Zhang Xiaohua really didn't have any strength left.

Thinking of this, Yuankong firmly took a step forward and used his last bit of internal strength to block Zhang Xiaohua's fist.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaohua was also an empty shell. Yuankong's weak palm immediately sent Zhang Xiaohua flying back.

Seeing this, Yuankong's heart was completely at ease. He followed a few steps forward, afraid that a long delay would lead to trouble. He wanted to completely and quickly knock Zhang Xiaohua off the stage.

As for Zhang Xiaohua, she was depressed. She had fought with Yuankong for so long. She did a rough calculation in her heart. It was almost seven times now, so why hadn't the warm current appeared yet?

If she waited any longer, she would be knocked off the stage by Yuankong. At that time, it would be meaningless for the warm current to appear.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua had already thrown the matter of her admitting defeat to the back of her mind.

However, just as Yuankong was rushing to kick Zhang Xiaohua off the stage, Zhang Xiaohua's fist landed on Yuankong's leg. The anticipated warm current finally appeared. Zhang Xiaohua stood firmly on the stage. With Zhang Xiaohua's attack, the warm current began to flow again. Zhang Xiaohua's strength was unparalleled.

Yuankong was about to cry. You can't play like this, alright?

If you could beat me, you could have kicked me off the stage earlier. Why did you have to show weakness again and again? Let me be full of confidence and scheme to kick you off the stage?

It's fine if you pretend to be weak. I'll take it that you have a plan. I fell for it and stepped into your trap. It's fine if you quickly kick me down, but why do you have to give me a glimmer of hope?

Do you want to exhaust my inner strength and see me make a fool of myself??

Thinking of how he had been like a cat playing with a mouse, he even laughed at Zhang Xiaohua's ridiculousness in his heart. Now that he thought about it, he really didn't know who was laughing at who.

Instantly, Yuankong thought of Zhang Xiaohua's bet before the competition.

There must be something shady going on. Otherwise, Zhang Xiaohua wouldn't have bet on the Dalin Temple's secret manual. She must have planned this beforehand!

With this in mind, Yuankong felt a sense of sorrow. A kind-hearted young monk like him had fallen into Zhang Xiaohua's demonic claws.

Thinking of his junior brother Yuan Liao's tragic state of being kicked off the stage, Yuankong immediately had a plan. He immediately stopped his attack and shouted, "Zhang Xiaohua, stop for a moment!"

Zhang Xiaohua was having a good time fighting. The warm current had yet to flow through her body. She had yet to finish enjoying herself, so she naturally didn't wish to stop. As she attacked, she said, "Don't stop. Speak as you fight.

I'm listening. "

Yuankong scoffed when he heard that. He thought to himself, "I won't fall for your trick. You want to kick me off the stage?

I won't let you succeed even if I die. "

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua didn't plan on stopping, Yuankong didn't say another word. He quickly walked to the edge of the stage and jumped off the stage!

When Zhang Xiaohua saw this, she shouted, "Young Master, what are you doing?

Don't jump. Listen to me! "

When Yuankong heard that, he ignored her. He thought to himself, "A cat shedding crocodile tears for a mouse.

You want to kick my butt? No way. "

When Yuankong stood steadily on the ground, he turned around and said proudly, "I jumped down myself. You want to kick me? Don't even think about it!"

Zhang Xiaohua stood far away on the high stage and said in all seriousness, "Young Master Yuankong, this is your fault. You didn't kill me several times just now because you couldn't bear to kick me off. How can I kick you?

I stopped you just now because I wanted to tell you that we might as well call it a draw! "

When Yuankong heard that, he shouted, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Zhang Xiaohua said with an innocent expression, "Weren't you ignoring me?"

With a "thud", Yuankong had long fainted off the stage.

Fainting was really a good way to escape everything. Yuankong fainted from the rush and didn't know anything. When the group of young monks carried him back to the reed mat shelter, he "slowly" woke up.

The disciples of the Misty School no longer cared about the feelings of others. Their passion was completely ignited. The situation on the stage rose and fell one after another. The ups and downs had long made their little hearts unable to bear it. Yuankong leaped into the air with a beautiful posture and an imposing aura. The sound of "rising" came to an abrupt end.

When Yuankong "fainted" in the dust, the disciples of the Misty School suddenly came to their senses. This, this, our Misty School brother won?

Many people secretly pinched their cheeks to make sure that they weren't dreaming. A few people even ruthlessly slapped themselves and the people around them. The direct result was a wave of berating.

When they were convinced that this was indeed happening in reality, they exploded. Was the brother on the stage still human?

No, absolutely not. He was an undying "cockroach"!

Therefore, the chants of "cockroach, cockroach" were mixed with the chants of "rising, rising". While waiting, Zhang Xiaohua arrogantly cupped his fists to the brothers below the stage. When he heard the chants of "cockroach", he staggered and narrowly avoided falling down and following in Yuankong's footsteps. He couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear. He thought to himself, "The brothers in this sect are really … too enthusiastic."

Just as Zhang Xiaohua was pacing back and forth on the stage, waving to the crowd below and almost saying, "Good day, brothers" or "Brothers, thank you for your hard work", Zhang Chengyue floated onto the stage and walked in front of Zhang Xiaohua. He gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered to Zhang Xiaohua, "Zhang Xiaohua, don't get too carried away. The Dalin Temple's Law Enforcing Elder is still watching you from below."

As soon as Zhang Xiaohua heard the words "Law Enforcing Elder", the image of a bald man with a long donkey face and small triangular eyes flashed in his mind. The joy in his heart immediately disappeared like snow melting in boiling water. His entire face was immediately replaced by a look of panic. He said, "That, Master Uncle Zhang, did I go too far?"

Zhang Chengyue looked at Zhang Xiaohua's appearance and laughed in his heart. He said, "Don't pretend in front of me. The Grand Sect Master is calling you over. It won't be too late to pretend to be pitiful in front of the Law Enforcing Elder of the Dalin Temple."

Then, just as he was about to turn around, he seemed to have thought of something. He pretended to be indifferent and said, "In a while, the old monk will probably ask you some questions. Time is tight and I can't teach you. You should know that in your heart."

Zhang Xiaohua's heart skipped a beat. He knew that things were not good. His sister-in-law Liu Qian had said before, "An ordinary man's wealth is his own ruin". He didn't know whether this Fist of the North Star was a "jade" or not, but this set of fist techniques had really ground Yuankong, a monk several levels higher than himself, to "death". Even if it wasn't a "jade", it was a "jade". What should he do?

In the midst of his anxiety, he suddenly saw Zhang Chengyue walking in front of him and his words. Zhang Xiaohua immediately understood. If she still didn't understand such a blatant hint, how could she live up to the IQ of her "Shuo Wen Jie Zi" enlightenment?

There was some distance between the fighting ring and the reed mat shed. However, there were no Misty School disciples in this open space. Zhang Xiaohua didn't receive the welcome treatment. When Zhang Xiaohua followed Zhang Chengyue to the reed mat shed, she couldn't help but see the old monk sitting in the guest seat.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohua quietly breathed a sigh of relief. This old monk didn't have a donkey face, nor did he have triangular eyes. Although he looked a little gloomy, he wasn't sinister. He wasn't the type that she was afraid of.

Zhang Xiaohua quickly walked in front of Ou Peng and sang a Fei Nuo greeting, "Zhang Xiaohua greets Sect Leader Ou."

After Ou Peng raised his hand, she saluted the Misty School's higher-ups on his right, "Greetings to the elders and hall masters."

The Misty School's hall masters and elders also happily waved their hands and greeted Zhang Xiaohua.

After Zhang Xiaohua greeted everyone she was familiar with, Ou Peng said, "Zhang Xiaohua, quickly come over and greet the Dalin Temple's Law Enforcing Elder, Great Master Chang Geng.

He's a famous person in Jianghu. If you have the chance in the future, you must learn from the Great Master Chang Geng. "

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she immediately obediently walked in front of Monk Chang Geng and bowed deeply, "This little one is Zhang Xiaohua. Greetings to the Great Master Chang Geng."

Monk Chang Geng stared at Zhang Xiaohua and didn't say anything for a long time.

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