Chen Yang's sentence "Together" undoubtedly annoyed them.

Baisheng snorted: "Master Xuanyang is so proud."

Yuanhedao: "If you talk about Taoism, I am not as good as the Taoist master. If you talk about the skills in your hands, Taoist master should discuss it with me alone."

Su Tianhe is also a little unhappy. It is true that Taoism is high, but a person's energy is limited.

Can he practice such a Taoist practice at this age and still have the energy to practice martial arts?

"Please give me advice." Su Tianhe said directly by pulling his fist.

Chen Yang smiled and didn't explain anything.

They were unwilling to go together, and Chen Yang did not force him.

He looked at Su Tianhe, pulled up the Bajiquan casually, and bent his palm: "Come on."

Yuanhe and Baisheng had to retreat aside for the time being.

Su Tianhe looked at Chen Yang, stepped on her feet, and suddenly accelerated from three meters away, and patted Chen Yang's shoulder from behind.

Chen Yang's shoulders shook slightly, and a skillful force bounced it away.

Su Tianhe had expected it, and he bent his knees and lifted them up, like an eagle spreading his wings. In the blink of an eye, his knees were already pressing towards Chen Yang's waist and eyes, and at the same time, he clenched his left hand and punched Chen Yang's temple.

Chen Yang whispered in his heart: "Internal boxing?"

He retracted his momentum very quickly and his fists were extremely fierce, which implyed that he was a small success in his inner fists.

Chen Yang did not avoid it, twisted his knees, clamped his calf with his right palm, and slapped his fist.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, Su Tianhe only felt the fiery pain of the fist, as if a forceful energy penetrated into the joints, causing him to unwilling to thrust his fist.

Chen Yang reached out and grabbed his shoulders, supported him on the abdomen, and Su Tianhe flew out.

With a "bang", Su Tianhe got up with water, looked at Chen Yang, and then looked at himself, I just flew like that?

"Take the favor." Chen Yang said lightly.

Su Tianhe held his fists and asked, "What Taoist master used is also an internal martial arts?"

Chen Yang said modestly: "I understand a little bit."

Su Tianhe: "..."

He felt in his heart that this man was really pretentious.

I'm so fucking that internal martial arts is already very good. You can't handle it in just one or two moves, but you still understand a little bit?

Then what am I?

Scramble?

Although he lost, his skills were not as good as others. He was convinced and turned around and returned to the ground to sit down.

The fist still hurts very much and keeps shaking it loosely.

"Please give me advice."

Baisheng can't wait to step forward.

He had already seen Chen Yang's routine clearly, just internal martial arts, so he should not be very powerful.

You can knock him away with one punch!

Defeat Chen Yang, his name will resound throughout Lingshan City Taoism!

Chen Yang didn't say anything, he held one hand behind him and flirted with him with the other hand.

Baisheng quickly approached and when he shrank to half a step, his right foot suddenly kicked backwards and almost straight, and his left foot also moved simultaneously, making his play very sharply.

"Dong!"

It sounded like a sound, but in fact it was two feet hitting the ground one after another, with a very fast frequency, as if it hit the ground at the same time.

Then he punched Chen Yang in the chest with his right fist.

“Hohu~”

When everyone heard the sound of the fist wind, their faces changed.

Wen Qianjiang's expression changed wildly and he stomped his feet secretly: "Nothing!"

Chen Yang's face was also a little gloomy.

"snort!"

He snorted hard, still not giving in, leaned down with one hand and grabbed his fist.

"Save it!" Wen Qianjiang, who was watching the battle, shouted subconsciously.

But the next second, he could not help but look shocked when he saw Chen Yang grab Baisheng's fist and knock him back half a step.

"Who taught you the punch?"

Chen Yang suddenly scolded him angrily.

Baisheng snorted, ignored it, and punched him again.

Chen Yang slapped the fist and said, "Your master taught you boxing skills, but I didn't tell you that you can't use half-step folding boxing indiscriminately?"

"You don't need to teach me a lesson!"

Baisheng was beaten backwards by him, and he became more and more annoyed.

Suddenly, he growled, stopped his heels and retreated, and another collapse punch hit his chest.

"Only practice martial arts, but not as a human being!"

Chen Yang was also angry, his waist was slightly sunk, and he stood on a floating cloud stake, and he also knocked his fist with a collapse punch.

When I punched, a series of water splashed from my wet sleeves.

"Click!"

When the two fists collided, Baisheng's right arm suddenly twisted into a strange arc.

He screamed in pain, took several steps back, covering his right arm and sweating dripped coldly.

Wen Qianjiang hurried over and held his right hand, his face extremely hard to see.

The gloomy eyes turned to Chen Yang, and Wen Qianjiang tried his best to suppress his anger: "Abbot Xuanyang, it's just a competition, why hurt the body?"

Chen Yang did not give any face at all: "It's just a competition? Is it like this when the half-step Bengquan is used? Does he want to compete or kill someone? The disciples are ignorant and masters are not sensible?"

The half-step Bengquan is extremely powerful. Most people only defend themselves after practicing it. They must not use it indiscriminately if they are absolutely necessary.

Anyone who learns Bengquan will give serious warnings to the master of the martial arts.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the half-step Binding boxing defeated the world. This Binding boxing can penetrate the chest and back.

If it weren't for him, Chen Yang, who would have changed someone else, he would have been hit by him to death if he came up.

"Master, I'm fine." Baisheng's face turned pale, enduring the pain of the broken bones, and shook his head.

Wen Qianjiang breathed uneasy and said, "The Abbot Xuanyang's boxing skills are so profound that I can't stand itchy hands. Can you give me advice?"

Everyone was amazed at the sound of their mouths, what is going to make a fuss?

Yin Qingfeng and a group of Taoist priests who came to communicate were speechless.

Who is the protagonist of the exchange meeting?

Are we here to watch the show as audiences?

"Master, don't fight him." Baisheng grabbed the master's sleeve.

He often talks with his master, and his master is definitely not Chen Yang's opponent.

Even if you fight, you will still seek trouble.

Liu Hanxian came over at this moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Qianjiang, this is not in line with the rules."

Song Jingwei saw it, and he hoped that Chen Yang and Wen Qianjiang would have a fight, and the bigger the matter, the better.

But if the trouble is too big, it will also have an impact on Qingfeng View.

So he also walked over and said, "There is no eye-catching in the fist, and it is inevitable that the trial will be injured by accident."

Wen Qianjiang nodded, said nothing, and helped Baisheng leave Qingfeng Temple directly.

Chen Yang looked at Yuanhe: "Are you still fighting?"

Yuan He twitched his mouth: "I won't beat you anymore."

How can I fight this?

Even the blind man could see that Chen Yang was not only profound in Taoism, but also had a master's attainments in national arts.

Moreover, he used internal martial arts to fight Su Tianhe.

Fighting against Baisheng, it is a half-step collapse boxing.
To be continued...