Yang Tiantai still looked at Wen Guzhi and said, "Mr. Wen, your martial arts progress is awesome, but Master Uncle is worried that haste will not be achieved. In this way, Master Wen will go to your master Li Tianmu and ask him to give you some advice. You can achieve twice the result with half the effort." Before Wen Guzhi could reply, Zhang Xiuwen had already stepped a step in front of Yang Tiantai: "Yang Zuojiao is really a bit pedantic. Guzhi's talent is obvious to all. If Master Wen doesn't dislike him, Master Wen can teach you one or two. What do you think?"

At this time, Yang Tiantai whispered in a low voice: "Zhang Zhengge, don't be more arrogant!" Zhang Xiuwen glanced coldly and slanted Yang Tiantai: "Yang Zuojiao, what do you mean? I can't take the seedlings with you well!" When Wang Ling saw that they refused to give in to each other, he could only stand up and say, "Okay, okay, I know you two have to pinch! Everyone wants to take good disciples, so you two take a step back. Xiao Wen'er, so Tiantai will take it for two days first, you can choose another one."

Zhang Xiuwen nodded and slowly looked at the three generations of disciples of different heights. Yang Tiantai looked at Wang Lingyi with an unhappy face. Wang Lingyi shook his head slightly at him and signaled Yang Tiantai not to be anxious. Yang Tiantai could only keep silent. Yang Tiantai turned his head in depressed, but he was opposite Lu Xianping's cold gaze. Yang Tiantai couldn't help but feel frightened. Lu Xianping clearly didn't understand why Yang Tiantai made things so difficult for his favorite disciple.

Yang Tiantai knew that Long Sizhan's mission could not be told to Lu Xianping, so he could only turn his head unnaturally again and pretend to be carelessly looking at the three generations of disciples standing on both sides. Yang Tiantai suddenly saw a tall and tall disciple with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and subconsciously tightened his heart. Sure enough, Zhang Xiuwen also pointed at the disciple and said, "Mu Wushuang, come and have a few moves with me!"

Mu Wushuang was called out by Zhang Xiuwen, so he simply pulled off his mask and put Ju Luojian on the weapon stand behind him. He walked to Zhang Xiuwen without saying a word. Zhang Xiuwen looked at Mu Wushuang with a smile, then turned slightly and said, "President Wang, I know that this is a very talented person in the game. Although Senior Brother Zongmo is very skilled in martial arts, Zhang is not bad. After I carefully train, Wushuang's cultivation will definitely increase greatly." Wang Ling pondered for a moment. Zhang Xiuwen raised his left palm with a smile and said, "Mr. Nephew, I know you may be dissatisfied. Now that the opportunity is here, Uncle Master will let you see the achievements of my Nine Sword Pavilion!"

Mu Wushuang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then realized that Zhang Xiuwen was saying that he had confronted him outside Sanche Town. Mu Wushuang immediately raised his spirits and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang... Zhang Zhengge's help!" After that, Mu Wushuang did not hesitate and directly set off the Tiangang hand. Wang Lingyi couldn't help but tickled: "Little Li Zi taught him the Tiangang hand too? It's such a mess!" Zhang Xiuwen sneered, and also bent his horse's steps and crossed his palms in front of his chest.

Mu Wushuang knew that Zhang Xiuwen used the famous palm method of Jiujian Pavilion: Fengluan Cuigan Palm. This set of palm methods was soothing and elegant, and it seemed graceful and gentle, but in fact it had infinite killing moves. Mu Wushuang did not dare to support himself, secretly used his internal strength, turned his left palm and raised his right palm, and pushed the gun with the momentum of opening the monument and cracking the stone toward Zhang Xiuwen's chest. Zhang Xiuwen's eyebrows shook slightly, and suddenly took a step back half a step, his waist was exaggerated and twisted for half a circle before slapped out his right palm.

Mu Wushuang and Zhang Xiuwen's palm power were opposite, and they felt that Zhang Xiuwen's palm power was not very large. However, after taking turns to fight, Mu Wushuang knew that experts like Zhang Xiuwen would suddenly activate their internal power in the second half of the action. Mu Wushuang practiced internal power and made rapid progress, and actually wanted to take the opportunity to try his internal power. Therefore, Mu Wushuang not only did not withdraw his hand, but his arm trembled slightly, and a small internal force instantly passed to his palm.

The smile on Zhang Xiuwen's face suddenly disappeared, and he changed into a surprised face, but Zhang Xiuwen calmed down again. Mu Wushuang suddenly felt that Zhang Xiuwen's palm was completely lost. Just as he was about to poke out his right palm, Zhang Xiuwen's palm power continued like a wave. At first, the two palm powers Mu Wushuang could still rely on the rough internal force to support him. When Zhang Xiuwen's third wave of strength came, Mu Wushuang could only retract his arm and take a step back in a mess. All of this was done instantly when the two of them shared their palms.

Wang Lingyi, Yang Tiantai, Lu Xianping, Liu Manmang and others saw Mu Wushuang's face suddenly turned bloody and suddenly turned pale again. Naturally, they knew that he had suffered a slight internal injury when competing with Zhang Xiuwen for internal strength, and they all slowly frowned. A novice like Mu Wushuang who had just been in contact with internal strength, who dared to compete with internal strength with an internal expert like Zhang Xiuwen, was simply seeking death. But Zhang Xiuwen frowned, and his eyes looked at Mu Wushuang with a little more vigilant. Zhang Xiuwen knew that although Mu Wushuang had not been in contact with the internal strength of the Nine Swords Pavilion for a long time, his progress was far beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Zhang Xiuwen couldn't help but feel very energetic. Long Sizhan once said that Mu Wushuang's talent was perverted. If he had taken advantage of a half-stage of Mu Wushuang's move, his newly appointed Zhengge would be disgraced. Zhang Xiuwen saw Mu Wushuang's face slowly soothing, and was even more amazed. But Mu Wushuang put his left palm flat on his chest without any concern, and raised his right hand high above his head. Zhang Xiuwen's heart was even tighter: Heaven was hurt and autumn! Mu Wushuang's two moves just now were the moves of Zhengtian Gang. Zhengtian Gang is more difficult to practice than Dark Heaven Gang, and it is naturally more powerful.

Mu Wushuang's left palm wheel was half-circular and swept towards Zhang Xiuwen's right shoulder. Zhang Xiuwen hurriedly flashed, and at the same time raised his arms to press against Mu Wushuang's right fist. Zhang Xiuwen was also proficient in Tiangang's hands, so he naturally knew that Tianshen's killing move was on his right fist. Mu Wushuang was not in a hurry to see Zhang Xiuwen pressing his fist with his arms, so he pulled his left palm behind and then slashed at Zhang Xiuwen's face with a palm. Zhang Xiuwen sweated in cold sweat: Tianyou Ding Xing! It's another move of Zheng Tiangang! Zhang Xiuwen could only use the Zi Xiuxiang Yigong in a hurry, and his hands flashed with purple air on his face. Mu Wushuang's right fist was suddenly shaken by Zhang Xiuwen for more than three inches.

Yang Tiantai and Lu Xianping both looked at Zhang Xiuwen coldly, and Tan Yongqiang and Fu Chao and others were surprised. In order to deal with Mu Wushuang, Zhang Xiuwen actually used the purple-sooth camera skills at the bottom of the box. It seemed that this monster nephew was really difficult to deal with. Mu Wushuang was shocked by Zhang Xiuwen and his palms were numb, so he also opened the distance to calm down. Zhang Xiuwen frowned when he heard the whispers of several junior brothers. Zhang Xiuwen originally wanted to use Tiangang hands to deal with Mu Wushuang, but he was afraid of being ridiculed by his fellow disciples. After all, no matter how powerful Mu Wushuang is, he is still a junior. If he really gives his all, he will not be able to hold his face.

Thinking of Zhang Xiuwen changing the moves of Tiangang Hand and using the Earth and Break Fist. This set of boxing is difficult to practice. It looks messy at first sight, but it actually hides the universe. People who fight for the first time are often not clear and the real and are already hit when they are dazzled. Mu Wushuang saw Zhang Xiuwen twisting his wrists, and his fists were like butterflies flying among flowers. His whole body seemed to be covered by his fists. Mu Wushuang leaned back slightly, his right palm was horizontally placed on his waist, and his left palm was horizontally placed on his back. Zhang Xiuwen unnaturally lowered his eyebrows: Zheng Tiangang, Tianmeng Jieyan!

Mu Wushuang looked at Zhang Xiuwen with a serious expression. When Zhang Xiuwen bullied him two feet in front of him, he suddenly waved his right palm and immediately grabbed Zhang Xiuwen's right fist. Zhang Xiuwen was stunned. Mu Wushuang's left palm had already slashed at Zhang Xiuwen's chest. Zhang Xiuwen was so scared that he was sweating in his cold sweat: Mu Wushuang was a left-handed man, and Tian Meng Jieyan's real killing move was on his left palm behind. Not only Zhang Xiuwen, Yang Tiantai and others did not expect Mu Wushuang would see Zhang Xiuwen's real move. Zhang Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, Mu Wushuang's left palm was already in front of him.

Zhang Xiuwen hurriedly turned to the left, and Mu Wushuang's left palm barely brushed against Zhang Xiuwen's chest. Zhang Xiuwen suddenly felt that his chest seemed to have been cut by someone. Seeing Mu Wushuang leaning forward and unable to retract his left arm, Zhang Xiuwen suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he raised his left palm quietly, and a flying move fell down on Mu Wushuang's forearm. After a crisp sound, Zhang Xiuwen broke Mu Wushuang's arm bone.

Mu Wushuang lowered his left arm and looked at Zhang Xiuwen in disbelief. Zhang Xiuwen took the opportunity to use his right fist to use his magical power to break free from Mu Wushuang's right palm, and even used another move to hit Mu Wushuang's left flank. Mu Wushuang was beaten so hard that he groaned and retreated a few steps, and his drooping left arm also began to shake. "Zhang Xiuwen!" Yang Tiantai stood in front of Zhang Xiuwen with anger and shouted, "What do you want?"
Chapter completed!