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Yang and Fan two people bowed down and received the tablets. They were asking for further instructions when suddenly Kong Zhi shouted, "Ku Toutuo, we still have an unfinished business from the Wan An Temple; how can I let you go? Come, come, come! Let Lao Na ask for your advice first. Lao Na did not take the 'Shi Xiang Ruan Jin San' today; we are going to see our true power."
He had never forgotten the resentment of being held captive at the Wan An Temple; upon seeing Fan Yao today, he had tried his best to suppress his rage, but at this time he could not hold his patience any longer.
Fan Yao laughed dryly and said, "I [orig. zai4xia4] received Jiaozhu's order to ask instructions from the Three Eminent Monks. If Dashi wants to avenge the enmity of the former days, you'll have to wait until this matter is closed, then I will be able to accompany you."
From the hand of a Shaolin disciple standing next to him, Kong Zhi took a sword and shouted, "You are overestimating your own ability. You want to fight my three Shishu; if you don't die, you will be seriously injured and then I can't extract my revenge on you."
Fan Yao laughed, "If I die under your honorable Shishu's hand, won't that be the same?"
Kong Zhi laughed coldly, "Looks to me there is no other master in your Ming Cult. What can I say?"
How could the Ming Cult warriors not know that he was provoking them? But if they ignored his remarks, would not the Shaolin Pai look down on the Ming Cult? In terms of rank, Yin Tianzheng was right after Fan Yao. Zhang Wuji thought that his grandfather was old, it was inconvenient for him to ask Grandfather to fight. Therefore, he was thinking of asking his uncle [orig, Jiujiu – maternal uncle] Yin Yewang to take his father's place.
Yin Tianzheng took a step forward and said, "Jiaozhu, subordinate Yin Tianzheng is ready to accept instructions."
"Waigong is advanced in years, let me ask Uncle …" Zhang Wuji said.
Yian Tianzheng cut him off, "I am old, but not as old as these Three Eminent Monks. Shaolin Pai can have their senior warriors; can't our Ming Cult have our own veteran?"
Zhang Wuji was aware that his grandfather's martial art skill was very deep; not beneath Yang Xiao or Fan Yao's, and a lot higher than his uncle's. If he joined this battle, their chance of victory was several degrees better. "All right," he said, "Fan You Shi can conserve your strength to accept instructions from Kong Zhi Shen Seng later. I am asking Grandfather to help me."
"I follow the order!" Yin Tianzheng replied, and took the Sheng Huo Ling tablets from Fan Yao's hands.
In a clear voice Abbot Kong Wen said, "Martial Uncles, this gentleman is Yin Lao Yingxiong [old hero Yin], Bai Mei Ying Wang [white-browed eagle king]. He is the founder of Tian Ying Jiao [heavenly eagle cult] of the former days, and its prestige was comparable to the Six major Sects. He is an extraordinary warrior. This gentleman is Mr. Yang; his inner and outer power has reached perfection. He is the Ming Cult's first class character. Numerous masters of Kunlun and Emei Pai have been defeated under his hands."
With a dry laugh Du Jie said, "Fortunate meeting, fortunate meeting! Let's see how well Shaolin disciples compete against them." The three black ropes shook; they soared like three China-ink black dragons and formed three layers of loops around their opponents.
Last night, when Zhang Wuji battled these three monks, he could not even see his own fingers, so he had to rely on the aura of the black ropes to determine the direction of the incoming weapons. This time, it was the beginning of the seventh hour [between 11am – 1pm]; the sun was shining brightly in the sky that he was able to see clearly every wrinkle on the faces of the three monks. Reversing the Sheng Huo Ling tablets in his hands, he cupped his fists and bowed. "Please forgive my offense," he said, and immediately attacked sideways.
Yang Xiao flew toward his left. With a loud shout Yin Tianzheng raised the Sheng Huoling in his right hand to strike the black rope in Du Nan's hand. A dull clanking noise was heard as the rope and the tablet collided. These two weapons were so strange that the noise generated when they struck each other also sounded weird. Both men's hands were shaken, and both exclaimed inwardly, "Very fierce!" They both realized that they were facing a formidable opponent, which they seldom meet in their lifetimes.
Zhang Wuji thought, "The three monks' black ropes are connected together to form a loop. Their defense is very tight. Although the three of us join hands, we might not necessarily be able to make a breakthrough within three to five hundred stances. We'd better try to exhaust the three monks' energy, then slowly look for a flaw." Seeing the black rope coil over his way, he used the Sheng Huo Ling to take the brute force head on with brute force.
Fighting for the time needed to cook rice, Zhang Wuji, three people managed to press forward and reduce the loop diameter a 'zhang' or so. However, as the three monks' loop was getting smaller, their defensive power increased. Each step the three attackers took required several folds of effort from the previous ones. As the battle progressed, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng were more astonished than ever.
At first, the battle was three against three, but after about an hour, Yang and Yin, two people gradually could not hold their ground. In the end, the two of them fought Du Nan; while Zhang Wuji had to deal with Du E and Du Jie, two monks, alone.
Kong Zhi had mastered eleven out of Shaolin Pai's seventy-two unique skills; while almost no martial art skills in the world eluded Fan Yao's knowledge, but at this moment watching Yang Xiao deftly launch his divine skills, both of them could not help but inwardly sigh with admiration.
Zhou Dian had never been in good terms with Yang Xiao. The two of them had fought each other several times. But this moment, the longer Zhou Dian watched, the more ashamed he was. "Turn out this son of a turtle Yang Xiao has always yielded to me," he mused, "I knew his martial art skill was somewhat higher than mine, and I thought each time we fought, he was just lucky that he won by one stance or half a style. Who would have thought that I, Zhou Dian, actually inferior by one big peg to this son of a turtle."
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Yang and Fan two people bowed down and received the tablets. They were asking for further instructions when suddenly Kong Zhi shouted, "Ku Toutuo, we still have an unfinished business from the Wan An Temple; how can I let you go? Come, come, come! Let Lao Na ask for your advice first. Lao Na did not take the 'Shi Xiang Ruan Jin San' today; we are going to see our true power."
He had never forgotten the resentment of being held captive at the Wan An Temple; upon seeing Fan Yao today, he had tried his best to suppress his rage, but at this time he could not hold his patience any longer.
Fan Yao laughed dryly and said, "I [orig. zai4xia4] received Jiaozhu's order to ask instructions from the Three Eminent Monks. If Dashi wants to avenge the enmity of the former days, you'll have to wait until this matter is closed, then I will be able to accompany you."
From the hand of a Shaolin disciple standing next to him, Kong Zhi took a sword and shouted, "You are overestimating your own ability. You want to fight my three Shishu; if you don't die, you will be seriously injured and then I can't extract my revenge on you."
Fan Yao laughed, "If I die under your honorable Shishu's hand, won't that be the same?"
Kong Zhi laughed coldly, "Looks to me there is no other master in your Ming Cult. What can I say?"
How could the Ming Cult warriors not know that he was provoking them? But if they ignored his remarks, would not the Shaolin Pai look down on the Ming Cult? In terms of rank, Yin Tianzheng was right after Fan Yao. Zhang Wuji thought that his grandfather was old, it was inconvenient for him to ask Grandfather to fight. Therefore, he was thinking of asking his uncle [orig, Jiujiu – maternal uncle] Yin Yewang to take his father's place.
Yin Tianzheng took a step forward and said, "Jiaozhu, subordinate Yin Tianzheng is ready to accept instructions."
"Waigong is advanced in years, let me ask Uncle …" Zhang Wuji said.
Yian Tianzheng cut him off, "I am old, but not as old as these Three Eminent Monks. Shaolin Pai can have their senior warriors; can't our Ming Cult have our own veteran?"
Zhang Wuji was aware that his grandfather's martial art skill was very deep; not beneath Yang Xiao or Fan Yao's, and a lot higher than his uncle's. If he joined this battle, their chance of victory was several degrees better. "All right," he said, "Fan You Shi can conserve your strength to accept instructions from Kong Zhi Shen Seng later. I am asking Grandfather to help me."
"I follow the order!" Yin Tianzheng replied, and took the Sheng Huo Ling tablets from Fan Yao's hands.
In a clear voice Abbot Kong Wen said, "Martial Uncles, this gentleman is Yin Lao Yingxiong [old hero Yin], Bai Mei Ying Wang [white-browed eagle king]. He is the founder of Tian Ying Jiao [heavenly eagle cult] of the former days, and its prestige was comparable to the Six major Sects. He is an extraordinary warrior. This gentleman is Mr. Yang; his inner and outer power has reached perfection. He is the Ming Cult's first class character. Numerous masters of Kunlun and Emei Pai have been defeated under his hands."
With a dry laugh Du Jie said, "Fortunate meeting, fortunate meeting! Let's see how well Shaolin disciples compete against them." The three black ropes shook; they soared like three China-ink black dragons and formed three layers of loops around their opponents.
Last night, when Zhang Wuji battled these three monks, he could not even see his own fingers, so he had to rely on the aura of the black ropes to determine the direction of the incoming weapons. This time, it was the beginning of the seventh hour [between 11am – 1pm]; the sun was shining brightly in the sky that he was able to see clearly every wrinkle on the faces of the three monks. Reversing the Sheng Huo Ling tablets in his hands, he cupped his fists and bowed. "Please forgive my offense," he said, and immediately attacked sideways.
Yang Xiao flew toward his left. With a loud shout Yin Tianzheng raised the Sheng Huoling in his right hand to strike the black rope in Du Nan's hand. A dull clanking noise was heard as the rope and the tablet collided. These two weapons were so strange that the noise generated when they struck each other also sounded weird. Both men's hands were shaken, and both exclaimed inwardly, "Very fierce!" They both realized that they were facing a formidable opponent, which they seldom meet in their lifetimes.
Zhang Wuji thought, "The three monks' black ropes are connected together to form a loop. Their defense is very tight. Although the three of us join hands, we might not necessarily be able to make a breakthrough within three to five hundred stances. We'd better try to exhaust the three monks' energy, then slowly look for a flaw." Seeing the black rope coil over his way, he used the Sheng Huo Ling to take the brute force head on with brute force.
Fighting for the time needed to cook rice, Zhang Wuji, three people managed to press forward and reduce the loop diameter a 'zhang' or so. However, as the three monks' loop was getting smaller, their defensive power increased. Each step the three attackers took required several folds of effort from the previous ones. As the battle progressed, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng were more astonished than ever.
At first, the battle was three against three, but after about an hour, Yang and Yin, two people gradually could not hold their ground. In the end, the two of them fought Du Nan; while Zhang Wuji had to deal with Du E and Du Jie, two monks, alone.
Kong Zhi had mastered eleven out of Shaolin Pai's seventy-two unique skills; while almost no martial art skills in the world eluded Fan Yao's knowledge, but at this moment watching Yang Xiao deftly launch his divine skills, both of them could not help but inwardly sigh with admiration.
Zhou Dian had never been in good terms with Yang Xiao. The two of them had fought each other several times. But this moment, the longer Zhou Dian watched, the more ashamed he was. "Turn out this son of a turtle Yang Xiao has always yielded to me," he mused, "I knew his martial art skill was somewhat higher than mine, and I thought each time we fought, he was just lucky that he won by one stance or half a style. Who would have thought that I, Zhou Dian, actually inferior by one big peg to this son of a turtle."
Yang and Fan two people bowed down and received the tablets. They were asking for further instructions when suddenly Kong Zhi shouted, "Ku Toutuo, we still have an unfinished business from the Wan An Temple; how can I let you go? Come, come, come! Let Lao Na ask for your advice first. Lao Na did not take the 'Shi Xiang Ruan Jin San' today; we are going to see our true power."He had never forgotten the resentment of being held captive at the Wan An Temple; upon seeing Fan Yao today, he had tried his best to suppress his rage, but at this time he could not hold his patience any longer.Fan Yao laughed dryly and said, "I orig. zai4xia4 received Jiaozhu's order to ask instructions from the Three Eminent Monks. If Dashi wants to avenge the enmity of the former days, you'll have to wait until this matter is closed, then I will be able to accompany you."From the hand of a Shaolin disciple standing next to him, Kong Zhi took a sword and shouted, "You are overestimating your own ability. You want to fight my three Shishu; if you don't die, you will be seriously injured and then I can't extract my revenge on you."Fan Yao laughed, "If I die under your honorable Shishu's hand, won't that be the same?"Kong Zhi laughed coldly, "Looks to me there is no other master in your Ming Cult. What can I say?"How could the Ming Cult warriors not know that he was provoking them? But if they ignored his remarks, would not the Shaolin Pai look down on the Ming Cult? In terms of rank, Yin Tianzheng was right after Fan Yao. Zhang Wuji thought that his grandfather was old, it was inconvenient for him to ask Grandfather to fight. Therefore, he was thinking of asking his uncle orig, Jiujiu maternal uncle Yin Yewang to take his father's place.Yin Tianzheng took a step forward and said, "Jiaozhu, subordinate Yin Tianzheng is ready to accept instructions.""Waigong is advanced in years, let me ask Uncle " Zhang Wuji said.Yian Tianzheng cut him off, "I am old, but not as old as these Three Eminent Monks. Shaolin Pai can have their senior warriors; can't our Ming Cult have our own veteran?"Zhang Wuji was aware that his grandfather's martial art skill was very deep; not beneath Yang Xiao or Fan Yao's, and a lot higher than his uncle's. If he joined this battle, their chance of victory was several degrees better. "All right," he said, "Fan You Shi can conserve your strength to accept instructions from Kong Zhi Shen Seng later. I am asking Grandfather to help me.""I follow the order!" Yin Tianzheng replied, and took the Sheng Huo Ling tablets from Fan Yao's hands.In a clear voice Abbot Kong Wen said, "Martial Uncles, this gentleman is Yin Lao Yingxiong old hero Yin, Bai Mei Ying Wang white-browed eagle king. He is the founder of Tian Ying Jiao heavenly eagle cult of the former days, and its prestige was comparable to the Six major Sects. He is an extraordinary warrior. This gentleman is Mr. Yang; his inner and outer power has reached perfection. He is the Ming Cult's first class character. Numerous masters of Kunlun and Emei Pai have been defeated under his hands."With a dry laugh Du Jie said, "Fortunate meeting, fortunate meeting! Let's see how well Shaolin disciples compete against them." The three black ropes shook; they soared like three China-ink black dragons and formed three layers of loops around their opponents.Last night, when Zhang Wuji battled these three monks, he could not even see his own fingers, so he had to rely on the aura of the black ropes to determine the direction of the incoming weapons. This time, it was the beginning of the seventh hour between 11am 1pm; the sun was shining brightly in the sky that he was able to see clearly every wrinkle on the faces of the three monks. Reversing the Sheng Huo Ling tablets in his hands, he cupped his fists and bowed. "Please forgive my offense," he said, and immediately attacked sideways.Yang Xiao flew toward his left. With a loud shout Yin Tianzheng raised the Sheng Huoling in his right hand to strike the black rope in Du Nan's hand. A dull clanking noise was heard as the rope and the tablet collided. These two weapons were so strange that the noise generated when they struck each other also sounded weird. Both men's hands were shaken, and both exclaimed inwardly, "Very fierce!" They both realized that they were facing a formidable opponent, which they seldom meet in their lifetimes.Zhang Wuji thought, "The three monks' black ropes are connected together to form a loop. Their defense is very tight. Although the three of us join hands, we might not necessarily be able to make a breakthrough within three to five hundred stances. We'd better try to exhaust the three monks' energy, then slowly look for a flaw." Seeing the black rope coil over his way, he used the Sheng Huo Ling to take the brute force head on with brute force.Fighting for the time needed to cook rice, Zhang Wuji, three people managed to press forward and reduce the loop diameter a 'zhang' or so. However, as the three monks' loop was getting smaller, their defensive power increased. Each step the three attackers took required several folds of effort from the previous ones. As the battle progressed, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng were more astonished than ever.At first, the battle was three against three, but after about an hour, Yang and Yin, two people gradually could not hold their ground. In the end, the two of them fought Du Nan; while Zhang Wuji had to deal with Du E and Du Jie, two monks, alone.Kong Zhi had mastered eleven out of Shaolin Pai's seventy-two unique skills; while almost no martial art skills in the world eluded Fan Yao's knowledge, but at this moment watching Yang Xiao deftly launch his divine skills, both of them could not help but inwardly sigh with admiration.Zhou Dian had never been in good terms with Yang Xiao. The two of them had fought each other several times. But this moment, the longer Zhou Dian watched, the more ashamed he was. "Turn out this son of a turtle Yang Xiao has always yielded to me," he mused, "I knew his martial art skill was somewhat higher than mine, and I thought each time we fought, he was just lucky that he won by one stance or half a style. Who would have thought that I, Zhou Dian, actually inferior by one big peg to this son of a turtle."
