MTL - The Head of My Family is Number One In the World-Chapter 6 I don't give, you can't rob

   Chapter 6 I don't give it, you can't grab it

   This young head is also a master!

   Huhu~~

   Above the White Jade Square, true qi and strength were mixed and violent, and the strong wind swept over a dozen feet away, causing the roof tiles of the main halls of the Dao sect to rustle and shake the dust.

   Then look at the young head with his hand raised to the sky standing in the center of the airflow, his body like Yue Ning standing, facing Li Jianzhou's powerful blow, his feet didn't even shake.

   "Master Junior Brother!"

   Song Yu and others exclaimed:

   "When did he achieve the Grandmaster level?"

   As we all know, there are twelve ranks of martial arts practitioners in this world.

   The martial arts practitioners from the ninth class to the first class are all external skills. No matter how deep they are, it is only the change of muscle strength, or the strength of hitting a tree with strength.

   It seems that this nine-level level, even if the skill has reached the first-class level in the rivers and lakes, it is not enough.

   It is because no matter how strong the physical strength is, it is no more than a reckless man who suffers from suffering.

  Only on the basis of this first-rate, take a step further, transform the body essence of the lower-ranking into "spirit", and cultivate a true qi in the body...

   It is better to train your muscles and bones outside than to train your breath inside.

   And the creation of a master requires a spirit of his own in his heart.

   If you turn your own great spirit into true qi, how strong your own vigor is, how powerful your true qi will be!

   In this generation, even Li Jianzhou, the most talented, went down the mountain and trained his temperament for several years before he developed a arrogant master spirit.

   However, since Chen Sha was brought back to the mountain by the headmaster, he has almost never traveled down the mountain, and he was able to develop a master-level aura and generate a powerful True Qi in his body.

   "How come? You have secretly cultivated to become a master! You can't hide it to such an extent!"

   Li Jianzhou and Chen Sha faced each other with their palms, feeling the rolling infuriating energy in front of him, like a dragon swimming in the ocean, setting off a huge wave of infuriating energy, and asked:

   "Where does the 'dragon-shaped palm' in this Dao Yi seal come from, isn't it my Dao Yi Sect's martial arts?"

   "Enlightenment!"

  Chen Sha said calmly and was shocked in all directions. At the same time, he stepped on his foot, took Li Jianzhou's palm and took the initiative to shoot, and slapped it again, and a masculine skill in the world poured out wildly.

   Within one palm, it is the eighteen palm changes of Hong Qigong's Dragon Subduing.

He entered the shards of cosmic light and witnessed Hong Qigong teaching Guo Jing's martial arts time and time again. He even had thousands of fights with the first-generation master Hong Qigong, and witnessed every move and every style of Hong Qigong's full set of palm techniques. .

   It can be said that Chen Sha is already familiar with the various changes and essences of the beggar gang's palm method, which is the best in the world.

Therefore, not only can I stealthily learn every true qi change of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but also simplify the complex and simplify the whole set of palm techniques with "Dao Yi Yin". power.

   Therefore, when this palm was taken, the palm prints suddenly filled the sky.

   "Self-realization?"

   Li Jianzhou laughed out loud, surprised by Chen Sha's master skill, but not at all afraid.

   But seeing the shadow of the palm of the Jedi roaring from the sky, in an instant, it shrouded and occupied most of his body, the heart, neck, knees, Tianling, Dantian and other vital points.

   He subconsciously counterattacked and shot dozens of palm shadows one after another, but was shocked to find that these palm prints seemed to be numerous, but in fact they were just a single blow from the extremely masculine "Dao Yi Yin".

  Suddenly, a truly overwhelming palm came over.

  Boom!

   When Li Jianzhou took over, his chest rolled and his throat was sweet, as if he had suffered a heavy blow like Mount Tai's top.

   "What a sturdy palm technique, is this what he realized by himself?"

"impossible!"

   His eyes were bloodshot, and he forced himself to improve his skills. He stomped his feet, but did not step back. With his sleeves fluttering, the whistling infuriating qi gathered in his palms, and he had to press it back.

   Either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind.

  Li Jianzhou doesn't believe that Chen Sha's skill is stronger than himself!

   "It's just that the palm technique he learned from nowhere is sturdy. In terms of martial arts, everything is easy to break, and his palm is extremely masculine, which means that after one palm, it is the weakest time..."

  Li Jianzhou has traveled down the mountain for more than ten years, and has competed with the world's masters for many rounds. He has a deep understanding of the martial arts of various schools, and even the principles of martial arts.

   Otherwise, you will never be able to become a Grandmaster.

However, under the counterattack of this palm, not only did he not feel that Chen Sha's palm became weaker, but his palm was stronger than three points. It was like a dragon in the nine heavens. The grand momentum of the flying dragon returning to the sea is endless...

  Eighteen palms of subduing the dragon, experienced by many beggar gang leaders.

   Especially in the hands of a certain gang master, the original twenty-eight palms were simplified and simplified to eighteen palms, and these eighteen palms were further refined by his brother, the master of the vulture palace.

   This set of palms, which is the most rigid and yang in the world, is not only fierce, but also symbolizes Yili.

   Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms has not just passed the time when it is easy to break, but mainly reflects the change of a dragon!

   Ninety-five is in the sky, and then Kanglong has regrets...

boom!

  Li Jianzhou's single sleeve was instantly blasted by Chen Sha's palm, and the clothes were scattered like scraps of paper.

   "Cough cough..."

   He spit out a mouthful of blood up to the sky, and his body took seven steps backwards.

   "Master!"

  The pair of teenagers and girls at the entrance of the hall shouted in panic. It was the pair of apprentices Cheng Lin and Zhao Yunkong that Li Jianzhou brought back to the mountain.

   Especially the young girl Cheng Lin, the concern in her eyes formed a mist, and she couldn't believe it in her heart:

   "Master, didn't you say that the martial arts of the same school are not as good as you?"

  Why, it was his master who was beaten by this "young master" and vomited blood.

   On the Baiyu Square, Li Jianzhou, who was slapped and flew seven steps away, shouted:

   "Change swords!"

Since he shouted in front of everyone why Chen Sha should be the head, he has been prepared to become a benevolent if he fails. He must be arrogant and arrogant under Chen Sha, who is not as good as him. Elder", he might as well die.

   This time back to the mountain, if it wasn't for the sake of being in charge of the Dao sect, why would he rather commit the name of filial piety and fight for the position in front of the master...

   So, don't give up and admit defeat if you don't fight until he is exhausted!

  OM~~

With a    "change sword", Li Jianzhou's back shook, a slender sword was unsheathed, and he held it in his hand, the surface of the sword flickered with cold lines like water.

   At this time, many elders of Daoyi Sect were speechless.

   They could never have imagined that not only did Chen Sha break through to the master early, but he was able to hold Li Jianzhou stably on the palm of his fist.

"This…"

   Some elders who secretly supported and optimistic about Li Jianzhou were dumbfounded:

   "Jianzhou was beaten and vomited blood!"

   In Daoyi Sect, the elders are invisibly divided into two factions.

   Now the elders of Li Jianzhou's faction are inexplicably shocked.

  Wei Dashan was also stunned.

   Some other elders have already guessed in their hearts:

   "Could it be that Chen Sha has always been the number one disciple of the same generation, just because he is the parent of the head and has been hiding..."

   Otherwise, there is no way to explain the current scene.

   Li Jianzhou, who had high hopes from the outside world and the family, came back from a long journey of mourning, but he was lost to the young head.

   At this time, I saw him draw his sword and come out.

  Xue Xiu Xin secretly said: "It's a pity, his edge has been thwarted by Chen Sha's domineering. Even if his swordsmanship was better than his fist, he can't play 70% of it now."

   A man who was full of confidence and decided that one move would be the final move, was actually slapped back and vomited blood.

   The sudden blow to his heart was extremely serious.

  Xue Xiuxin looked at Chen Sha again, her eyes twinkling: "As expected of the son of Canxuan, it seems that what I came here for is not a loss."

   However, when she looked at Chen Sha's sword-drawing against Li Jianzhou, she turned out to be...

   "What, a mourning stick? It's just a willow stick..."

   Suddenly there was an uproar at the entrance of the main hall.

  I saw Chen Sha inhaling casually, and his true qi swept over one of the many mourning sticks prepared for today at the entrance of the main hall.

   "You?" Li Jianzhou saw that Chen Sha was only sucking in a stick, his eyes were filled with anger, and a sword was drawn in a whistling, and the tip of the sword exhaled sword energy, as if a dragon had come alive.

  Chen Sha only looked indifferent and walked out step by step, holding a willow stick in his hand, using a wooden stick against the sword, beating left and right, sweeping...

"That is…"

   "How can a mere stick be able to make such a subtle trick?"

   "This is not a martial art of Taoism either!"

  The elders looked at Chen Sha's sword against Li Jianzhou's enemy Li Jianzhou with a willow stick, and they all felt sighed and sighed.

   "Wrong, we were all wrong."

  Looking at Li Jianzhou facing a wooden stick again, he used a master-level swordsmanship, but he couldn't hurt Chen Sha in the slightest.

   He was already crushed with fists and palms, and his spirit was frustrated. At this moment, facing a wooden stick, he couldn't break it.

   My heart qi suddenly decreased.

   There was a slight sluggishness in the operation of infuriating qi, and only when he woke up, he felt that his fingers were chopped off, and he was hit by Chen Sha's wooden stick, and the sword fell.

  clang~

   Li Jianzhou raised his head in panic.

  woola~~

  The wooden stick with mad strength had already drawn on him, knocking Li Jianzhou to the ground, and instantly he could not straighten his waist and half kneeled on the ground.

   "How can it be, how can it be like this!"

  Li Jianzhou's inner emotions are like a river overturned.

   He came back after a thousand miles of mourning, in order to teach this incompetent junior and senior a lesson, and then use martial arts to regain his position as the head of the sect.

   But, I don’t want to…

   It is yourself who is not a device!

  What are the martial arts and talents that I have been proud of for so many years?

   A harlequin on the stage?

   "Sigh..."

Li Jianzhou still wanted to get up, but found that the infuriating energy behind the stick had locked up his whole body and made him kneel there stiffly, facing Chen Canxuan's mourning hall, as if he was forced to repent. Kneeling unfilial son.

   "Ha ha ha..."

  Li Jianzhou's face turned red, and then turned pale again. He suffered a major blow, and his sanity was a little crazy.

   laughed suddenly and laughed out loud, looking at the coffin showing endless frustration:

   "A good set of varied sticks."

   He looked at Chen Sha and said, "What's the name of this stick method?"

  Chen Sha threw the willow stick aside and said in a low voice, "The dog hit stick."

   "Hit...dog stick."

  Li Jianzhou gritted his teeth, his face changed blue and white, and he smiled up to the sky:

   "Is this the martial arts master taught you to deal with me?"

   He could only guess so.

   Many elders present, and even Song Yu and other senior brothers thought so.

   Even Zhou Tong murmured: "I know my brother's martial arts, but he has never taught me these two things."

  Chen Sha said: "You misunderstood, my father didn't leave me anything to deal with you."

   In more than 1,000 battles, I learned the martial arts of others. Each battle lasted for more than half an hour. It seemed like a half-moon.

   As soon as he said it, the audience was shocked.

   "The two martial arts were not privately passed on to his only son by Chen Canxuan?"

   "Impossible!" Li Jianzhou said: "I don't believe it!"

   "What do you believe, and what do you not believe?"

  Chen Sha said quietly.

   "Since my father didn't pass on the position of head to you, but to me, you shouldn't think about it anymore."

   He walked towards the main hall, turned his back to Li Jianzhou, and said coldly:

   "I won't give you this position, you can't grab it."

   (end of this chapter)