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Since the appearance of Daoist Hundred Bones, no one spoke a word. They were all carefully sizing up this person, whose name had shocked the martial arts world a few decades ago.

"Zhang Sanfeng, we haven't seen each other for dozens of years. I never would have thought that you would become the founder of a sect. Unfortunately, the Wudang Sect is going to die prematurely today." After he finished speaking, Daoist Hundred Bones began to laugh loudly.

Whether or not Wu Dang can continue to be passed down is not up to you, but lies in the heart. As long as my martial arts philosophy can be passed down to the future generations, Wu Dang will always exist.

"Hmm, I'd like to see how you're going to live forever without me!"

"Your father has the clouds: he doesn't know anything about others, so he knows nothing about them; he doesn't know anything about them; he doesn't want to kill himself, so he has rendered meritorious deeds; he doesn't care about himself, and he grows up." A husband does not fight, so there is no one in this world who can fight with him. "You and I are merely sparring in martial arts. Regardless of victory or defeat, you already possess a competitive spirit. You have lost your heart of the dao when fighting against it. Today, this old Taoist will definitely win."

"Well said, the Dao is endless, there is no peak to the martial arts. After decades of studying martial arts, it is hard for my cultivation to advance any further, but today's martial arts competition is only because of my wish from back then, and also because I wanted to advance my cultivation further. So, I am going to go all out today, don't let me down."

"Alright, in the Martial Arts Competition today, I will make use of everything I learned. I bid you farewell."

Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's horsetail whisk had his back to him, and with a step, he flew up and also stood on the other side of the cauldron. When everyone saw this, they slowly backed away from the cauldron, and in a moment, they saw a three meter open space around the cauldron.

The two people on the cauldron stood facing each other without saying a word. It had been a long time since they last fought, and the spectators did not dare to take a deep breath, for they did not want to disturb the two. Those with high cultivations knew that the two people had already exchanged blows, and that it was a contest between their spirits.

At this time, Daoist Hundred Bones was the first to strike out. His palm was as fast as lightning, leaving behind countless afterimages. His lower body, however, was as steady as Mt. Tai, remaining unmoving. Zhang Sanfeng welcomed the attack with both of his palms, fully unleashing his martial arts concept of late. He completely blocked all of Daoist Hundred Bones' moves and secretly combined his body with that of Cypress Pine Tree — this was where the martial arts essence resided.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had been fighting for who knows how many rounds, when suddenly, Daoist Hundred Slaughter saw that his speed had slowed down slightly, and that his palms were covered with cold Qi, and he struck towards Zhang Sanfeng's chest. Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng knew that his palms were different and did not dare to be careless.

Even so, Zhang Sanfeng only felt a cold Qi from his hands, but as it was a battle between experts, he could not afford to be distracted, and immediately used his Qi to suppress his body's discomfort. The movements remained the same, as he focused his mind and activated the palm technique.

The Hundred Deaths Taoist was surprised, but he did not dare to be careless. He focused and waited, one hundred percent of his power was already in his hand, one palm was already facing Zhang Sanfeng, he only felt that Zhang Sanfeng's palm was empty and powerless, his own one hundred percent of power was hitting cotton, he immediately felt uncomfortable and almost lost his zhen qi.

After so many years of dominating the world, he had never seen such a martial art. He only felt that Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were a little similar to the Great Universal Teleportation, but even the Great Universal Teleportation, which was a skill of the Ming sect, was not as strange as this.

One must know that the Greater Teleportation is one of the most powerful martial arts passed down through the generations of the Ming Sect, and only the Sect Leader can practice it. This technique was divided into seven stages, and those with high comprehension could practice it. The author of the secret manual had only cultivated it to the sixth stage, while those who could practice it to the seventh stage were actually the first from ancient times until now. The fundamental principle of the Great Universal Dimensional Transference was to first stimulate one's potential, and then to draw and teleport. It had nine main functions, which were to unleash the greatest potential, gather martial arts principles to achieve mastery, create flaws in the opponent, store power, stick to the force of the palm, draw and teleport the enemy's power, convert yin and yang energy, and borrow power to strike and so on.

However, Yi Xiu's martial arts cultivation was not as good as Zhang Sanfeng's. At Zhang Sanfeng's level, even an ordinary martial art would be able to display a great amount of power, not to mention the absolute martial art that Zhang Sanfeng had created with his own hands, the Ethereal Palm.

Wu Dang's Ethereal Palm Manipulation mainly focused on the palm. It extended continuously with continuous movements. The palm technique circulated into a ring, and the force required an inner strength, an outer softness, and a quick and quick burst of energy. Although Zhang Sanfeng was on the defensive, he only needed to wait for Daoist Hundred Bones' strength to weaken before he could unleash a thunderous attack. This was exactly where the martial art essence was located.

The Hundred Slaughter Daoist felt extremely uneasy, but there was no time to relax in a battle between experts, thus his attack speed became even more powerful, in a moment, he had formed a myriad of afterimages with his arms in the air, surrounding Zhang Sanfeng, and after a while, no one could see Zhang Sanfeng anymore.

Song Yuanqiao, as the head disciple of the Martial Arts Sect, he knew that he must not let his guard down and let the people of the martial arts world belittle him. At such a young age, he already had the demeanor of a future head of the sect, and Yu Lianzhou's decades of experience were not wasted.

As for Yu Daiyan and Zhang Songxi, both of them were young and had long since been rushed back to their residences by Song Yuanqiao.

All the martial artists present were watching him attentively, confirming the martial arts in their hearts. The cultivation base of the remaining people were too low; they only felt that the two people competing in martial arts were extremely skilled.

After a while, more and more hand shadows appeared in the sky, and even the Hundred Slaughter Daoist Priest was drowned in his illusions. Even the various sect leaders were frowning, looking troubled, as it was difficult to see what was happening between the two of them.

The two people on the cauldron were completely enveloped by the hand shadows. Not long later, a loud sound rang out from the palm shadows, and a figure flew out and crashed into a wall several zhang away, falling to the ground.

The crowd saw that the man had vomited blood. His sleeves had been torn to shreds and his white hair was disheveled on his shoulders. His face was as golden as gold and his steps were sluggish.

Zhang Sanfeng stood on the cauldron, his clothes were also tattered, but from the looks of it, he looked alright, only those with profound inner force skills would notice him. Zhang Sanfeng's breathing was a little ragged, his footsteps trembling, he was obviously injured, and his victory was not easy.

After a moment, Zhang Sanfeng adjusted his breathing and spat out a cloud of foul air. He flew down from the cauldron and arrived in front of Hundred Slaughter Daoists. He said, "This old Taoist has benefited greatly from this martial arts competition. I apologize to you."

Daoist Hundred Bones stood still and said slowly, "Don't make sarcastic remarks. I, Zhang Sanfeng, have lost this battle again. I will never again set foot in the Central Plains."

After speaking, he turned and walked down Mount Wudang. From his mouth, he heard a voice, "It's enough to be dead even to Wen Daoxi. My life wasn't in vain. Hahahaha …"

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he also stood still for a long time. At this moment, everyone's thoughts turned …