Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

Lu Zhangke's eyes were also full of surprise: "He didn't move an inch! Yet there wasn't a single fluctuation of internal energy in his body..."

"Could it be... that his strength has reached a point where we can't even fathom it?"

The same thought popped into their minds at the same time.

In their understanding, martial artists are divided into three major realms—ordinary martial artist, martial arts grandmaster, and the True Realm. Of course, each major realm is further divided into minor ranks. According to the original work, either of the Xuanming Elders could be ranked among the top masters, second only to Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Wuji, Kongjian, Yang Dingtian, the Three Shaolin Elders, and the woman in yellow.

But they just stared at Xiao Yaoqing in front of them.

The princess stared at Xiao Yaoqing, her eyes shining, and said with interest, "I really didn't expect to meet someone who would catch my eye today."

After saying that, she flicked her wrist, and the longsword on the ground sprang up and landed steadily in her palm.

Xiao Yaoqing watched this move and genuinely thought it was quite impressive. The question was—impressive as it was, could he actually do it?

He will not.

The princess pointed her sword at him and said coldly, "I will no longer hold back. Draw your sword."

Xiao Yaoqing's heart sank.

He'd never draw a sword; he knew absolutely nothing about swordsmanship. If he did, he would have drawn it already.

But could you say that? If you did, the other person would definitely ask, "If you can't use a sword, why are you carrying one?"

He couldn't honestly answer, "To show off."

The problem is, they don't even know how to "show off".

They might not even understand what it means.

But then, Xiao Yaoqing had a sudden flash of inspiration.

He had read so many martial arts novels and watched so many TV series. Didn't all those masters love to act profound? Now that he had transmigrated into a martial arts world, he might as well learn a thing or two.

"Then let's do as the Romans do this time."

He slowly lowered the sword in his hand and uttered three words to the princess in a low voice: "No need."

The tone was neither too warm nor too cold, neither too much nor too little.

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in the princess's eyes, and her voice deepened: "Are you looking down on me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaped into the air, the sword pointing straight at her!

The momentum this time was far stronger than before. Even Xiao Yaoqing could feel the sharp killing intent emanating from the tip of the sword.

He was inwardly protesting his innocence: I didn't look down on you! I just wanted to pretend to be an expert!

But there's no time to explain now.

He doesn't know martial arts or how to fight. But the twenty years of internal energy given by the system, plus the first eight moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, are not just for show.

Xiao Yaoqing gritted his teeth and plunged his sheathed longsword into the ground.

With a surge of internal energy, the sword, along with its scabbard, plunged straight into the gravel of the Gobi Desert.

He didn't care about the sword; the moves that had just flooded his mind immediately surged up.

Gather your energy and practice your exercises.

The first move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is described in the I Ching's Qian hexagram: "The top line says: The dragon that has gone too far will have regrets!"

When Xiao Yaoqing used to watch dramas, every time he saw the line "Kanglong Youhui"...

Even just four characters make this name sound incredibly cool.

With a surge of palm force, Xiao Yao pushed forward with his single hand.

"Waaah—"

A fierce whirlwind suddenly arose centered on his body.

Immediately afterwards, a faintly dragon-shaped aura roared towards the princess!

What's even more bizarre is that this palm strike actually contained a deep dragon's roar.

"Minmin!!"

The Grand Marshal of the Army and the Prince of Ruyang, who was sitting in the main seat, exclaimed in surprise.

The two elders of Xuanming shouted in unison:

"Princess, be careful!!"

Do they even need to say it?

The princess herself felt it most deeply.

The moment Xiao Yaoqing pushed out that palm, every hair on her body stood on end.

She never expected that this person's palm strike could be so powerful.

But there was no time to dodge.

The dragon-shaped phantom crashed directly into her.

Immediately afterwards, "Crack—Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The huge arena behind the princess exploded in the middle, turning into dust.

Sand and stones flew everywhere, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

But Xiao Yaoqing, the instigator, was taken aback:

"Tsk, missed?"

After all, this was the first time he had seriously used such a legendary martial art.

Although the system directly gave him twenty years of pure internal energy, plus the first eight moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

But all of these things were forced into my head.

Therefore, Xiao Yaoqing is still far from mastering the control of the force of his moves.

The sandstorm has subsided.

The princess, who had been standing there stunned, slowly revealed herself in her white robes.

But his white clothes were now covered in dust.

Her disheveled hair seemed to still be swirling in the gust of wind, not quite recovered for a while.

The expression on her face was also a bit stiff.

That terrifying palm strike just now almost grazed her ear.

The vibrations made her ears ring.

Looking at the horrific state of the ring behind him—if that blow had actually hit him, he would have been badly injured, if not killed.

At that moment, two loud shouts rang out:

"This is the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?! Are you from the Central Plains martial arts world? Here to assassinate the princess?"

Before he could finish speaking...

"steaming!"

The two elders of Xuanming leaped up at the same time, shooting towards Xiao Yaoqing like two sharp arrows.

The two men had murderous expressions on their faces and their eyes flashed with malice.

Without any mercy, he struck out with both palms, one on the left and one on the right, aiming straight for Xiao Yaoqing.

As soon as Xiao Yaoqing stood up, a chill ran down his spine.

Those two gusts of cold wind were not illusions; they were real killing intent.

He quickly realized that these two bald monks had no intention of speaking politely; they were clearly going to beat him up.

We can't just stand there and let ourselves be embarrassed, can we?

Xiao Yaoqing quickly recalled the first eight moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in his mind. This palm technique may seem fierce, but not every move is meant to kill.

For example, the third method, the section on the Qian hexagram in the I Ching, describes "the dragon appearing in the field" in the commentary.

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This move is specifically designed for defense.

To put it simply, it's about building an invisible wall in front of yourself. If someone attacks, it blocks it; if no one attacks, it disappears on its own, cleanly and efficiently.

Without much thought, Xiao Yaoqing planted his feet, spread his arms, and immediately assumed the starting stance of "Dragon Appearing in the Field".

"Bang—Bang!"

Two muffled thuds exploded almost simultaneously.

Xiao Yaoqing's palm collided violently with the palms of the two monks.

Immediately following was a deafening roar, and the shockwave spread out like ripples on the water's surface, stirring up the surrounding dust.

The three people bounced off to one side.

Xiao Yaoqing took three steps back, leaving several shallow footprints on the ground.

He knew perfectly well that while the two monks hadn't held back, they certainly hadn't used their full strength. They had simply struck him casually, yet he had been shaken to this extent; the difference in their strength was immense.

As soon as the two monks stepped back, they immediately turned around and protected the princess, their movements as fast as if they had practiced a thousand times.

Xiao Yaoqing looked down at his hands.

My fist felt numb with cold, as if it had been hit by an ice cube.

A chilling sensation crept up my palm, like an ice snake burrowing into my arm, making my bones ache.

Just as I was figuring out how to expel the cold air, the system suddenly activated in my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the top-tier martial art, the Profound Netherworld Divine Palm!]

Xiao Yaoqing was taken aback and blinked.

"Copy? How did I end up with the Xuanming Divine Palm?"

As if sensing his doubt, the system immediately responded with a voice.

[Returning to host, the system rewards the host with a random copying talent, allowing the host to randomly copy one of the martial arts skills possessed by anyone upon skin contact.]

[Copying martial arts techniques can have both good and bad results; it's completely random.]

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth almost curled up.

"So that's what happened?"

He became happier and happier the more he thought about it—this thing was amazing.

The system said that the quality of the copied items depends entirely on luck, but I got a Xuanming Divine Palm on my very first try? The drop rate is just too amazing!

Just as a whole bunch of moves and techniques of the Xuanming Divine Palm flooded his mind, the piercing chill emanating from his hands stopped abruptly, as if someone had pressed a pause button, and then dissipated like mist.

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing suddenly realized what was going on.

Something's not right...

He squinted, staring at the two monks dressed in Western Regions in front of him, then glanced at the sharp-eyed girl they were protecting behind them.

"I copied the Xuanming Divine Palm... then aren't these two bald men the Xuanming Elders?"

"Then this princess—isn't she Zhao Min?!"

Xiao Yaoqing took a deep breath, and the thought in his mind finally settled.

Good heavens, he finally figured out where he had transmigrated to.

Xiao Yaoqing's mind was racing.

The princess in front of him was Zhao Min. He glanced at the people lying haphazardly on the ground.

Sure enough, the two figures stood up unsteadily.

One of them was wearing a black mask, and a hideous scar could be vaguely seen beneath it.

His attire also resembled that of a Western Region Buddhist monk.

"There's no mistake, this man is the Bitter Monk, who is actually Fan Yao of the Ming Cult!"

The person next to him, needless to say, is Yuchi Feng, who will die at Cheng Kun's hands in the future.

At this moment, Hebi Weng, one of the two Xuanming Elders beside Zhao Min, spoke up against Xiao Yaoqing:

"You know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, so you're from the Beggars' Sect. What's the meaning of coming here to attack the county magistrate?"

After listening, Xiao Yaoqing slowly straightened up, picked at his ear, and looked at Hebi Weng with a strange expression:

"Who told you I'm from the Beggars' Sect?"

Although the Beggars' Sect can be considered the largest sect in the world, everyone knows how bad they really are in this world.

Of course, the Beggars' Sect has indeed produced many masters.

On the other side, Lu Zhangke frowned, his voice low:

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are almost lost to time; even members of the Beggars' Sect only know a few moves. You're saying you're not from the Beggars' Sect?"

Xiao Yaoqing spread his hands, looking helpless.

"Following your logic, if I knew the Xuanming Divine Palm, wouldn't I be the Hundred-Loss Taoist?"

Upon hearing this, both Crane Pen Elder and Deer Staff Guest's expressions changed simultaneously.

The two of them roared out almost simultaneously:

"Boy! How dare you insult my master's name? You're asking for death!"

Zhao Min spoke softly, "Master Xiao, please give me more guidance in the future."

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

Crane-pen Elder was simple-minded and short-tempered; he leaped into the air and pounced.

He held two pens in his hands; these were his weapons.

"Old Man Crane-Pen, stop!"

Zhao Min's voice carried a hint of sternness.

But Hebi Weng had already arrived in front of Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing knew in his heart that the Xuanming Elders were not easy to deal with.

He dared not be careless.

With a sinking of his legs, he pulled his fists back to his waist.

He then changed his fist into a palm.

A light purple hue instantly appeared on his palm.

A bone-chilling cold emanated from my palm.