I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 43 Him!
Monk Liu saw that Wang Heihu had something to say again, and he could not help but say:

"what happened?"

"Master Liu, the disciples are all warriors. If they fight, it will be too powerful and unfriendly. We are just having a friendly fight, there is no need to be so serious. Let's send some core disciples to fight, and the disciples won't get involved."

Wang Heihu laughed.

The veins on Monk Liu's forehead were throbbing.

A fucking friendly exchange? How dare they dig up the roots of the Ironclad Sect? This is friendship?
He clearly knew that after practicing the Iron Shirt, the defense power would be greatly enhanced, and his disciples might not be able to defeat it, so he limited it to personal teaching!
Before he could fully develop his leather skills, the effect of the Iron Shirt was limited, and he was probably no match for the offensive methods of the other two families.

Wang Heihu had a smile on his face that showed he was in control, and although Fang Wei, the owner of the Divine Weapon Hall, didn't say anything, his meaning was obvious.

Monk Liu took a look, suppressed his anger and did not argue.

The rules are set by the other party. The situation is stronger than people. Apart from accepting them, how can they listen to anything else?

No matter if they were registered disciples or disciples directly taught by the Iron Armor Sect, even if they did not know the many secrets behind it, they could at least feel the other party's condescending attitude and felt a little aggrieved.

Xie Yuan also frowned and thought:
"They are here with ill intentions. They are eyeing the share of the medicine store of the Iron Cloth Sect? If they take it away, it will be like cutting off the firewood for the martial arts school. The Iron Cloth Sect can't attract many disciples to begin with, and this will probably make the situation even worse.

"Won't the price of the martial arts gym's medicinal tonic and bath soon increase, or even be sold out?"

Xie Yuan's mood suddenly turned bad.

I was originally there to watch the fun, but now it is going to affect my own practice?

Xie Yuan hesitated for a moment and thought:

"Core disciples..."

In the middle of the martial arts arena.

The Tieyi Sect and the Black Tiger Boxing Gym have each sent out a disciple, who are standing opposite each other.

The disciple from Tieyi Sect is called Zheng Dongxiang. He is one of the most experienced core disciples. His Kung Fu skills are not low, and he is not far from achieving great success in leather training.

The disciples of the Black Tiger Boxing Gym were dressed in tight clothes, looking tall and strong, and very imposing.

After the two people stand in place and salute each other, the competition begins without the need for a referee.

The disciple of the Black Tiger Boxing Gym took the lead in attacking, took a step forward, and punched out like a tiger, heading straight for Zheng Dongxiang's chest!

The punch was so fast and powerful that Zheng Dongxiang did not expect it to come so quickly. He had to use his hand to block it, but failed to catch it.

The fist passed through both hands and hit Zheng Dongxiang's upper arm. Zheng Dongxiang felt as if he was hit by a sledgehammer. He groaned and took two steps back.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Black Tiger Boxing Gym continued to rush forward, and their powerful fists fell like raindrops, covering Zheng Dongxiang's entire upper body.

Zheng Dongxiang tried to fight back with his Iron Armor Long Fist at first, but gradually he could only parry. In terms of boxing skills, he was no match for his opponent.

The situation gradually turned into a one-sided attack and defense drill, with Zheng Dongxiang completely on the defensive, seemingly trying to hold back the opponent with his iron vest.

However, is there any airtight defense in the world? Even if there is, it would not be at this level.

In a short while, Zheng Dongxiang was hit by several heavy punches, and it was only because of the iron shirt that he was able to resist the blows that he was not knocked down.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was only a matter of time before Zheng Dongxiang was defeated, and the Tieyi Sect's disciples all felt depressed.

Wang Heihu watched from the side and sneered secretly:
"It's really a tortoise shell. If it were someone else, they would have already been defeated. But no matter how hard the shell is, it will eventually be broken."

Sure enough, after a few more moves, Zheng Dongxiang was hit in the chest again. He couldn't catch his breath, and his hands were slow, so he was hit by three consecutive punches and fell to the ground.

"it is good!"

The disciples from the Black Tiger Boxing Gym and the Divine Weapon Gym cheered together, while the disciples from the Iron Armor Gym had grim expressions and said nothing, making it seem like they were at home.

This disciple from the Black Tiger Boxing Gym had fierce boxing skills and an imposing manner, just like a tiger coming down the mountain. Zheng Dongxiang was already one of the best among the Iron Armor Sect disciples, but he was no match for him.

Xie Yuan folded his arms and thought:

"No wonder the Iron Clothes Sect is not popular. Let's not talk about the level of their martial arts. Just their boxing skills look powerful and beautiful. Not to mention the kung fu itself, which is indeed more exquisite."

Monk Liu's face was as gloomy as water. Although he knew that he could not win, he did not expect that after the fight, Zheng Dongxiang did not even have a chance to fight back, and had no chance of winning at all.

Even if his kung fu was weak, it wouldn't be like this, and Zheng Dongxiang's kung fu was not bad.

The disciple opposite is very powerful.

After all, they recruited many disciples and had more seedlings to choose from. It was normal for them to have a few talented disciples.

Monk Liu glanced at the other side calmly and said in a deep voice:
"Cao Shan, you go."

"Yes!"

Cao Shan stepped down and clasped his fists, while the disciple opposite him still clasped his arms and raised his head, and asked:
"are you ready?"

Cao Shan bowed and asked:
"Brother, do you need a rest?" "I don't need it even after I beat you up."

The man grinned.

Cao Shan's face showed anger. He didn't want to take advantage of others, but who knew that the other party's attitude was extremely unfriendly.

He snorted angrily:
"Then come on!"

The two men were fighting in one place in an instant.

However, even though Cao Shan was well-rested, he was still at a disadvantage when facing this disciple.

He thought that the opponent had already fought a battle, and it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't win. He became impatient and kept thinking about counterattacking, and his strategy gradually became confused.

He punched the opponent in the face, but Cao Shan didn't hold back any strength and his steps staggered slightly.

When the opponent saw this, he slightly turned his head, grabbed Cao Shan's fist, and with the other fist, like a cannon hammer, hit Cao Shan directly in the face.

With a snap, Cao Shan's nose was broken and his face was covered with blood.

However, even though he had lost his fighting power, his opponent still did not let go. He held Cao Shan's fist with one hand and punched Cao Shan's abdomen with the other hand. After several consecutive punches, he threw him away and spat:
"You're still thinking of fighting back!"

The disciples of the Tieyi Sect looked ashen and were completely silent, forming a sharp contrast with the opposite side.

Monk Liu's face was so dark that it looked like water was about to drip out:
"Wang Heihu, this is not a friendly fight. My disciple has already admitted defeat, why are you still fighting?"

"Hahaha, it's normal for young people to be a little excited. But a martial arts competition is not a game of house. No one has signed a life-and-death agreement. At this level, what else can it be but a competition?"

"Good, good, good."

Monk Liu said three good words in a row without even turning his head:

"Lin Tao, you go ahead."

When Lin Tao entered the field, the disciple from the Black Tiger Boxing Gym took a breath, looked at him, and suddenly left the field on his own accord.

A thin disciple from the Divine Weapon Hall came up silently and bowed slightly to Lin Tao.

Monk Liu's eyelids jumped when he saw this, and he said:

"You two have a good understanding of each other. Today we are going to have a round-robin battle, right?"

"When three families compete, what's the order?"

Wang Heihu laughed.

The fight started on the field. Lin Tao and the thin disciple tried a few moves and found that the disciple from the Divine Weapon Hall used a set of grappling techniques, which targeted all the joints and was very dangerous.

However, Lin Tao is quite strong. He has learned from Cao Shan's lesson and first stabilized his position before planning a counterattack.

Thanks to the defensive power of the iron vest, the opponent couldn't do anything to him for a while. After fighting for a while, it seemed that his strength declined and his movements slowed down.

Lin Tao saw it clearly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed forward with a straight punch.

Unexpectedly, the skinny disciple suddenly sped up his movements. Not only did his physical strength not seem to decline, he actually shot three-pointers faster than at the beginning!

He simply grabbed Lin Tao's entire arm with both hands, and with a slight movement, Lin Tao groaned and his shoulder was dislocated!

The thin disciple took advantage of the situation and moved down along the shoulders, removing Lin Tao's elbows and wrist joints.

Lin Tao finally couldn't bear it anymore, screamed, fell to the ground, and was covered in cold sweat.

The outcome has been decided.

Two disciples of the Iron Cloth Sect silently helped Lin Tao back and placed him next to Monk Liu.

Monk Liu reconnected Lin Tao's joints with a sullen face, and suddenly sighed with some fatigue:

"Forget it, if you can't win, then don't fight."

The disciples around him all looked discouraged and kept silent.

Lin Tao gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed, and he said loudly:
"Master, there are people in our martial arts school who are more powerful than this disciple."

"Ok?"

Monk Liu raised his eyebrows in confusion. The few who went into battle today were already among the top core disciples. How could there be anyone more powerful?

Seeing Lin Tao deliberately raising his voice, Xie Yuan suddenly had a premonition, and then he turned around and pointed at him:

"he!"

Following Lin Tao's finger, dozens of disciples from three masters of the Iron Armor School, the Divine Weapon School, and the Black Tiger Boxing School all turned their heads.

(End of this chapter)