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

Even so, the palm strike still had such strong force!

Abbess Miejue was startled and pondered to herself:

"Has this kid's strength increased again? Could it be that he's really mastered that legendary martial art?"

The "legendary martial arts" she was thinking about

It's that unknown "Eternal Youth and Longevity Technique".

However... Xiao Yaoqing didn't know how to use that thing at all.

This palm strike was the result of the martial arts technique he copied from the system combined with his rewarded cultivation level.

The five elders of Kongtong fell to the ground, each clutching their chests, their faces pale, and struggled to their feet, supporting themselves on the stone slabs.

The contempt and greed that had been there before were long gone from his eyes.

Now, looking at Xiao Yaoqing, all that remains is fear.

The five people exchanged glances, all conveying the same meaning:

"How can this kid be so strong? He's only in his early twenties, and his strength is already this freakish?"

They even thought Xiao Yaoqing was Zhang Wuji.

But they knew Zhang Wuji's age; like Xiao Yaoqing, he was only in his early twenties.

For a young man in his early twenties to have reached this level.

If people had heard this before, they would have laughed their heads off.

But now, what do they think of this "Zhang Wuji" in front of them?

I'm really scared.

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing spoke up.

He was still standing there, just like before, as if he hadn't done anything.

Looking at the Five Elders of Kongtong on the ground from afar, he slowly said:

"The Seven Injury Fist?"

"Your Seven Injury Fist technique is still a bit lacking in skill!"

This is exactly the same comment I made about Kong Wen's Dragon Claw Hand!

Upon hearing this, the five elders of Kongtong exchanged glances, a glint of light flashing in their eyes. They propped themselves up and quickly moved together.

He stared at Xiao Yaoqing across from him with a serious expression.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Just a moment ago he was shouting, "Zhang Wuji, prepare to die!"

As it turned out, the other person wasn't hit at all, but he was spun around in the air like a kite for several times before being blasted away.

The five of them were already trying to run away.

Yeah, if you can't beat them, just run away, right?

Xiao Yaoqing looked at the five people standing guard in front of him and spoke again.

The five elders of Kongtong's expressions changed drastically, and their pupils contracted sharply.

They were very familiar with the incantation that Xiao Yaoqing recited—it was the core cultivation method of the Seven Injury Fist.

The five people took a step forward almost simultaneously, their voices rising in pitch:

"This is a closely guarded secret of my Kunlun Sect, how could you possibly know it?!"

That's right, what Xiao Yaoqing was reciting was the secret mantra of the Seven Injury Fist.

It's completely different from the general principles Zhang Wuji mentioned back then.

The general outline is widely circulated in the martial arts world, but only the core members of the Kongtong Sect can truly access this core cultivation method, and even then, they must have cultivated to a certain level before they are qualified to read it!

Upon hearing this, the onlookers' gazes towards Xiao Yaoqing changed once again.

Just how much more is this kid hiding?

The only one who wasn't too surprised was Zhang Wuji.

He had already witnessed Xiao Yaoqing using the Seven Injury Fist when he was pretending to be lame in town.

However, if he knew that he himself had "taught" the Seven Injury Fist, it would be a different story.

Xiao Yaoqing's expression will probably be quite interesting.

Despite being glared at by five people, Xiao Yaoqing remained completely unfazed, her expression unchanged, though her tone carried a hint of disdain:

"You five call yourselves the Five Elders of Kongtong, yet your Seven Injury Fist is so bad that even Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, can't compare. I'm ashamed for you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji, who had remained expressionless until now, suddenly shuddered.

My heart is churning violently—

"How did he know my godfather could use the Seven Injury Fist?!"

"Not only that, he even knows I've mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill!"

"Could it be that he's been secretly watching me since I was a child? Not only did I not notice, but neither did my godfather or my father?"

To be honest, Zhang Wuji wasn't particularly bright, but he certainly had a wild imagination.

You can't blame him for overthinking.

It was simply because Xiao Yaoqing understood him so thoroughly that Zhang Wuji couldn't find any other explanation if he hadn't guessed this way.

But the Five Elders of Kongtong simply wouldn't listen.

The man in the middle shouted directly at Xiao Yaoqing:

"Kid! We admit you're quite capable, but don't spout nonsense here!"

The person next to him immediately followed suit, raising his voice even louder:

"Comparing us to those evil and crooked sects of the Ming Cult?!"

"Today, we'll make you pay the price!"

After the five people finished speaking, their aura surged once again.

Xiao Yaoqing looked at them, sighed softly, and then spoke again.

Xiao Yaoqing sneered, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips:

"Alright, today I'll show you what the real Seven Injury Fist is all about."

His words caused a few seconds of silence in the room.

The real Seven Injury Fist is completely different from what those five old guys from Kongtong practiced.

Those five masters' Seven Injury Fist only hurts people when their fists hit flesh.

But the essence of this boxing style is not in the fists at all.

Rather, it is the force of a fist that is created by the fusion of Yin and Yang energies.

It is firm yet gentle, and gentle yet firm.

Injuring an enemy from a distance is impossible to defend against.

To put it simply, this is a ranged attack.

They managed to train him into a close-quarters combat fighter thanks to those masters from Kongtong.

It should be noted that in the martial arts world back then, the Seven Injury Fist was a unique skill that could stand on par with the Six Meridian Divine Sword and the number one sword in the world.

Some even say that in terms of power, it is even more formidable than the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

After hearing Xiao Yaoqing's words, the Five Elders of Kongtong were taken aback at first, and then immediately assumed a defensive stance.

Xiao Yaoqing has just revealed the most crucial secret of the Seven Injury Fist.

They already knew in their hearts—this kid had definitely practiced this skill as well.

Their current defensive stance is entirely based on their own understanding of the Seven Injury Fist.

Unfortunately, they didn't understand at all that the Seven Injury Fist in Xiao Yaoqing's hands was something completely different from what they knew.

Xiao Yaoqing looked at the five idiots opposite him, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

If these old men were to rush up and attack all at once now, they could force Xiao Yaoqing to gather his strength a few more times, and the force of his punches would be somewhat weaker.

But now?

They only have themselves to blame for not practicing enough!

Xiao Yaoqing slightly parted his feet and slowly closed his eyes.

A surge of true energy began to gather from the soles of his feet, traveled up his legs, and spread throughout his entire body.

The dirt and debris on the ground were slowly lifted up by this true energy and hovered in mid-air, spinning around.

The five elders of Kongtong were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

The group exchanged glances, and one of them couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up:

"Is this some kind of Seven Injury Fist?"

The remaining four all shook their heads.

Five pairs of eyes stared intently at Xiao Yaoqing, their gazes full of scrutiny.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yaoqing moved his arm, and his fist began to change.

The Five Elders of Kongtong were stunned once again:

"This is... the starting stance of the Seven Injury Fist!"

"this……"

The movements are indeed in the style of the Seven Injury Fist.

However, the flow of true energy within their bodies was completely different from what they had practiced.

For a moment, all five of them were completely stunned.

Just then, Xiao Yaoqing suddenly opened his eyes.

With a light touch of his left foot, he was instantly launched into the air.

Immediately, he clenched his fist and threw a powerful punch into the air.

The people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult around them were all dumbfounded.

Song Qingshu of the Wudang Sect couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"What is he doing? Talking to thin air?"

As soon as the Five Elders of Kongtong finished speaking, Song Qingshu's smile froze.

A series of dull thuds followed, as if something had been struck hard.

"puff--"

Five jets of blood spurted from the mouths and noses of the Five Elders of Kongtong. Their bodies, like kites thrown by a tremendous force, crashed straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After they fell to the ground, all five of them had their eyes closed, their faces were as white as paper, and blood was flowing from their seven orifices. Judging from their condition, their fate was uncertain.

The experts from the six major sects and the Ming Cult all saw it clearly.

The five elders of Kongtong were not dressed lightly, but each of them had seven fist-sized marks on their chest and back.

It wasn't just a little dusty; it was a deep dent that made it obvious to anyone that the injury was serious.

"this……"

Many people at the scene had their pupils shrink, and some even involuntarily took a step back.

What kind of terrifying method is this?

Just looking at the dented mark made them feel a tightness in their chests, as if the fist had hit them.

"Even the Five Elders of Kongtong couldn't withstand him, so who can fight him?"

"I'm afraid... only that young man named Zeng Aniu remains?"

Almost everyone turned their heads at the same time to look at Zeng Aniu, who was Zhang Wuji in disguise.

That's right. Zeng Aniu was someone who could even overpower Master Kongwen. Everyone knows how strong he was.

If the Five Elders of Kongtong were facing Zhang Wuji, they might not have dared to step forward, but they chose Xiao Yaoqing instead, and were directly defeated.

But right now, everyone present felt that this "Zeng Aniu"...

He is the strongest individual on Bright Peak.

After all, even Master Kongwen fell into his hands!

"This is... the real... Seven Injury Fist?"

Zhang Wuji's voice trembled slightly, and he could barely speak.

He also knows the Seven Injury Fist, and he knows it even better than the Five Elders of Kongtong.

He had also personally witnessed his adoptive father, the Golden Lion King, practicing the Seven Injury Fist.

Can--

"Even if my godfather were to intervene, he couldn't have done it so silently!"

Zhang Wuji stared at Xiao Yaoqing, his eyes filled with shock, vigilance, and a deep worry.

With someone of such formidable strength standing atop Bright Peak, who knows what kind of chaos they might cause?

"Master! Sect Leader! Martial Uncle!"

The Kongtong Sect finally realized what was happening, and a commotion erupted.

A group of Kongtong monks stumbled and rushed out.

Many people were trembling uncontrollably.

The first few people, trembling, finally breathed a sigh of relief after placing their fingers under the noses of the Five Elders of Kongtong.

"He's still breathing..."

His life was saved, but the injuries were too severe. He didn't know when he would be able to fully recover.

The Kongtong people raised their heads, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Xiao Yaoqing.

Logically, they should hate him.

With his skills, who would dare to harbor even the slightest thought of revenge?

Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of the Ming Cult, his eyes flashing, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"This kid will definitely stand at the top of the martial arts world in the future."

"However—if he continues to use the name of Bao Yuan and refuses to change his identity, he may become a major threat to the martial arts world of the Central Plains."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Ming Cult nodded in agreement.