When the five elders of Kongtong saw that Meng Xiuyuan actually agreed to this, they were secretly happy. They felt that Meng Xiuyuan had just defeated He Taichong with one sword strike, and they became arrogant and arrogant.
"Well, since Meng Shaoxia has already agreed, the five of us are no longer polite.
I, Guan Neng, first come to ask Meng Shaoxia for his unique Wudang skills!"
Guan Neng ignored the contemptuous looks of everyone in the Wudang Sect and hurriedly muttered two sentences, then stopped rambling and punched Meng Xiuyuan.
This punch was powerful and not very fast, but it had the sound of roaring wind, so it was obviously very powerful.
The so-called Seven Injury Fist refers to the fact that there are seven different forces in one punch, which may be strong, feminine, hard and soft, or soft and hard, or go out horizontally, or send straight, or retract inward, to attack the enemy.
If you can't resist this steady force, you will suffer serious internal injuries.
Back then, Kong Jian Shen Monk was killed by Xie Xun with one punch from Xie Xun because he was not prepared.
Now Guan Neng's punch used all his inner strength to activate these seven kinds of strength. He didn't spare any effort, not even leaving himself any room to dodge or defend.
He knew that Meng Xiuyuan was mysterious and unpredictable, so he made up his mind to exchange injuries for injuries with the sole purpose of reducing Meng Xiuyuan's strength.
So the next moment, when he found that Meng Xiuyuan actually wanted to use palm to fist to receive his move head-on, Guan Neng couldn't help but feel ecstatic:
"Good boy, you are so talented and capable at such a young age, Guan really admires you.
But today, the pride of your genius has harmed you."
Thinking of this, Guan Neng ignored the severe pain in his body's meridians like a knife and once again channeled his true energy, causing the strength of his fist to increase by another three points the moment before he struck with Meng Xiuyuan's fist.
In such madness, this punch was the most powerful that Guan Neng had ever seen in his life.
"boom!"
The two of them were obviously made of flesh and blood, but when their fists struck each other, they made a loud sound like gold and iron.
A strong wind filled the hall, causing dust on the ground to fly, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
After a while, the dust dispersed, and everyone in the hall could see the situation clearly.
The two people who had just fisted each other were now far apart, standing on one side and lying on the other.
"Brother! Brother, are you okay?!"
Zong Weixia, the second-ranked among the five elders of Kongtong, saw his eldest brother lying on the ground vomiting blood and rushed to him, hoping to use his kung fu to help him straighten out his true energy.
Unexpectedly, he was immediately pushed away by Guan Neng angrily:
"You idiot, what do you care what I do?! Go, go and fight with him!
Although he was okay on the surface, he must have felt uncomfortable after receiving a life-threatening punch from me.
Don’t give him a chance to exercise his power and adjust his breathing!”
Zong Weixia was stunned when he heard this, and immediately understood Guan Neng's painstaking efforts. He no longer cared about the injured Guan Neng, and quickly stood up and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Meng Shaoxia, I've offended you. Kongtong Zongweixia, I want to learn from you your brilliant move!"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the Wudang Sect behind Meng Xiuyuan glared at him. They did not expect that the five famous elders of Kongtong in the world would be like this.
"Why are you so shameless? My junior brother just fought against Guan Neng, and you didn't even give him time to rest..." Yin Liting couldn't bear it anymore and scolded Zong Weixia.
But halfway through his words, Meng Xiuyuan interrupted him:
"It's okay, Sixth Senior Brother, just let him come."
Then Meng Xiuyuan turned to Zong Weixia, stretched his right palm forward and said:
"please!"
When Zong Weixia saw that Meng Xiuyuan also agreed, he was naturally not polite and immediately punched him.
Like Guan Neng before, Zong Weixia did not dare to underestimate Meng Xiuyuan, but also wanted to weaken Meng Xiuyuan with injuries, and punched him with all his strength.
Only this time, the result remained unchanged.
Perhaps because the blow just now blew away almost all the dust on the ground, everyone present could clearly see the process of this fight.
As soon as their fists exchanged, Zong Weixia flew backwards as if hit by a truck. After landing, he spun around like a gourd on the ground and finally lay down next to Guan Neng.
The two brothers vomited blood and covered their chests in the same posture, making the scene look a bit funny.
Meng Xiuyuan, on the other hand, still stood there with a faint smile on his face.
"You..." Zong Weixia looked at Meng Xiuyuan with an expression of disbelief.
Because he couldn't see any signs of internal injuries on Meng Xiuyuan, there was no difference between his performance before and after.
Although Guan Neng was equally shocked and had a bad suspicion in his heart, at this moment the arrow was on the string and he could no longer turn back, so he had to shout to the three junior brothers who were still standing:
"You three, don't be stunned, come on, come on together!"
The three of them also saw the seriousness of the matter. They all nodded when they heard the words, and without even saying hello, they clenched their fists and rushed towards Meng Xiuyuan.
Meng Xiuyuan was not angry at the situation, but rather happy:
"I have experienced the Seven Injury Fist today. Since you are anxious, I will not play with you."
Then he drew his palm out of thin air from a distance of more than ten feet, raised his right palm, and struck out with a "turbid wave emptying" move.
This palm power is extremely fast and has a wide range. In addition, the hall is not spacious with so many people packed in. The three people are charging so fiercely that they cannot dodge, so they have to fight each other with fists.
How can a fish struggling in the water withstand the huge waves?
The next moment, the three of them were knocked away by the palm force at the same time. They also rolled several times upside down on the ground and lay down next to Guan Neng and Zong Weixia.
The five elders of Kongtong are in perfect order.
"Meng Shaoxia, what a palm power, what a palm power..." Guan Neng looked at the scene in front of him, feeling even more depressed and spitting out another mouthful of blood.
"Your Excellency, you have given me the award. It's just that you are injured internally. It would be better not to be so excited anymore," Meng Xiuyuan advised him kindly.
It's a pity that Guan Neng had an obsession in his heart that he couldn't let go, but he couldn't accept Meng Xiuyuan's kindness. He forced himself to ask despite his injuries.
"Guan's skills are not as good as others', and he has ended up like this, which is nothing to regret.
There is just one thing that Guan is not clear about, and I hope Meng Shaoxia can answer it.
You received a desperate punch from my two brothers, but why was your palm power not weakened at all?
Do you have a secret technique to suppress the injury? Or do you know the flaw in my Seven Injury Fist and secretly resolve it?"
Guan Neng's confidence in the Seven Injury Fist was almost his lifelong belief. Nowadays, the blows on Meng Xiuyuan were neither painful nor itchy, which he could not accept even if he died.
But Meng Xiuyuan has no responsibility to take care of Guan Neng's emotions.
"I'm not hurt, and there's no way to fix it.
It’s just that I’m stronger, that’s all.”
Meng Xiuyuan said bluntly.
"Plop~" Hearing this, Guan Neng was so angry that his breath was disordered, and he vomited out another mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, the disciples of Kongtong did not dare to continue like this. They hurriedly gathered around and carried the five elders of Kongtong away one by one, placed them on the vacant stone table, and fed them some elixirs to heal their injuries.
"Amitabha, Meng Shaoxia's skills are indeed extraordinary. He can be said to be the master of both sword and palm. I really admire him..." Kong Wen recited the Buddha's name, but in his heart, he no longer had the calmness he had before the bet.
The strength that Meng Xiuyuan showed was so unpredictable that it was difficult for him to judge his chances of winning.
But Kong Zhi next to him is much more confident in comparison:
"Brother, just let me do it. Just because Kunlun and Kongtong lost, it doesn't mean our Shaolin will lose too.
I don’t believe that my seventy-two stunts from the Shaolin Temple can’t be as good as his Wudang sect’s kung fu.”
Seeing Kong Zhi say this, Emptiness also spoke to help:
"Senior Brother Kongzhi is right. No matter how powerful this guy is, if the three of us come together, he will definitely not be able to resist him."
Kong Wen frowned when he heard this and whispered quickly:
"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense. Meng Shaoxia is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he is our junior.
The three of us actually want to swarm him and deal with him, where is the reputation of Shaolin Temple at stake?"
Emptiness had a simple mind and was dissatisfied, so he argued loudly:
"The Five Elders of Kongtong said they wanted to compete with him separately, and he didn't object. Why can't the three of us sit shoulder to shoulder?
Besides, the purpose of our trip is to find out the whereabouts of the evil thief Xie Xun. It would be great if we beat him.
His martial arts is so powerful, how can we be sure if we take it one by one?"
Kong Wen was furious when he heard this. He was just about to say something to teach this ignorant junior brother, but he didn't expect Meng Xiuyuan to say first:
"What Master Kongxing said makes sense, so naturally I won't favor one over the other.
Besides, my nephew Wuji is still seriously injured and needs urgent treatment, so there is no need to waste time.
The three holy monks just go together.
There is no need to worry about damaging the reputation of Shaolin. I was young and frivolous and took the initiative to challenge the three divine monks. It has nothing to do with the three divine monks.
All comrades present here can serve as witnesses.”
Meng Xiuyuan's words moved Kongwen's heart, but he still couldn't let go. But after hearing this, Kongzhi and Kongxing beside him couldn't bear it anymore.
"A good boy, he is a character, and he is indeed a close disciple of Master Zhang and his reputation is well-deserved.
I wonder how you want to compete with the three of us?
Since you have said that you are going to fight one against three, you can naturally choose the content of this competition at will, and the three of us will do as you please."
Kong Zhi only felt that he had a chance to win, as if he had already obtained information about Xie Xun's whereabouts.
Meng Xiuyuan could no longer hold back the smile in his heart, and laughed loudly:
"Haha, I just said that the three kung fu masters taught me were all the best at that time, so I naturally have to prove it to you.
I have just shown the "Purple Sky Sword Qi" and "Zhenkong Palm", but only the "Pure Yang Wuji Kung" has not been shown intuitively.
In this case, I will compare my internal strength with the three divine monks.
The three of us can go together, and I will never regret it."