I Have Awakened The Deduction System

Chapter 215 Wudang Versus Shaolin

Taoist Guang Cheng won!

In the end, sword intent couldn't overcome the gap! Zhao Wuji was probably already a half-step saint cultivator.

The ninth stage of the Xiantian realm was still a little lacking.

He Chuan was uninterested. After all, a fight of this level might seem very exciting to others, but to him, it was no different from a fight between children.

"Master, there are so many masters in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. Can I become the number one in the world?" Lia was a little stunned to see so many people.

Especially the match just now, it was too shocking.

It was far more exciting than the Xiongnu number one warrior selection.

This also made her lose confidence.

She didn't know what to do next.

"It's good to be confident, but you need to face reality." He Chuan shook his head. If it was a battle between two half-step saint cultivators, then Lia did have a chance.

However, there was no lack of saint cultivators among the many people in the martial arts world.

If they were to compete, Lia would not have a chance at all. The gap between the two was difficult to cross.

In fact, he didn't expect so many saint cultivators to come today. The Central Plains' martial arts world was full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.

The world's number one moves people's heart.

Whether it was the seven major sects, the prominent families, or the major mountain villages, all of them wanted to clear the name of their families or sects.

The battle on the field was getting more and more intense.

Guang Cheng defeated five challengers in a row and successfully advanced to the next round.

There were too many people in the pre-selection stage. In order to end it earlier, the Imperial Court had set this rule for the challenge.

After all, the world's number one was just a scheme to disband the seven great sects, not to choose who was the number one.

The sooner it ended, the better.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that my trip to the Zhou Dynasty would give me such a big surprise. I wonder if you have the confidence to give the martial arts world of the Central Plains a tight slap in the face." The First Prince looked at the battle in the ring. He did not have to win the competition.

The original plan had already deviated.

But now if he could win and get his father's praise, he could also explain to the Imperial Advisor. This was a happy ending for everyone.

It was indeed a bad idea to make the father and son fall out and rely on rebellion to seize the position.

"I'm not very sure. First Prince, don't forget that the mysterious Master was able to hide from our detection the other day when the treasure was lost. He's enough to defeat me. I just don't know why he didn't make a move." The young man with the evil look on his face was the First Prince's subordinate.

The other day, they were robbed of the bronze fragments. Until now, they still didn't know who did it and had no clue.

For now, he could only set his sights on the bronze fragments in other places and hoped he could complete them as soon as possible by the end of his trip to the Zhou Dynasty.

"Hmph! If we can't succeed, then I'll carry out the follow-up plan. You just have to stay behind after the treasure is found." The First Prince still counted on this expert to deal with the Imperial Advisor.

If he couldn't get his father's praise, then he could only rebel. Anyway, he didn't want to wait any longer.

When he returned to the plains, he would start a rebellion, so the treasure that could help the experts around him increase their cultivation was the best choice.

Although the two of them spoke very softly, coupled with the cheers, the sound of fighting was covering their voices. However, they still couldn't escape He Chuan's detection.

As expected, they want to rebel. It seems that the plan to let Lia ascend the throne can be put on hold. He Chuan had no intention of stopping the First Prince's rebellion.

On the contrary, he wanted to help him if he had the chance.

Tetumtan's desire for the Zhou Dynasty had not died down. He was always thinking about the plan to attack. Perhaps the death of this King could cause a dispute between the tribes of the grassland and desert, and by then, he would no longer have the time to plan for the Zhou Dynasty.

After the First Prince ascended the throne, he would drag the other party down. With this layer of relationship, the Xiongnu and Zhou Dynasty could make a peace agreement.

At the very least, there would be no conflict for the next 100 years.

In this way, the gods and devils would have no external means to rely on, and in this case, He Chuan could see the true face of the gods and devils.

Were they human or a ghost, a demon or a devil?

Let's drag them all out for a walk.

The competition on the stage was still going on. A Taoist priest in green from the Wudang Sect had already defeated four people in a row. If he could defeat one more person, he would be able to advance to the next round.

"Amitabha, I'm here to learn the secret arts of Wudang!" A monk in a yellow robe jumped into the ring. Judging from his aura, he was at least a half-step saint cultivator.

The battle between Wudang and Shaolin had officially begun.

As the most powerful figures in the martial arts world, they didn't intend to determine a winner when they formed an alliance.

But in the dark, neither of the two families was convinced.

In the past, Shaolin had even said that the Wudang Grandmaster was a Shaolin disciple, which made Wudang unhappy.

Now that the time to fight for the world's number one had come, everyone didn't need to continue pretending.

"Hehe, so you're an eminent monk from Shaolin! Then I'll have to ask for your advice!" The Wudang Sect's disciples brandished their swords.

Bang!

The Wudang expert stomped his feet on the arena and shot out like an arrow leaving the bow. With a buzzing sound, the sword peak looked like it was about to devour someone.

The yellow-robed monk made his move at the same time, striking at the Wudang expert with his air-splitting palm.

The Wudang expert, on the other hand, retracted his sword and met force with force with a palm. The two began to fight at close range, from moves, fist techniques, palm techniques, body techniques, and so on.

His performance in the battle was incisive. The yellow-robed monk attacked more than he defended. He easily used all kinds of moves, just like a great Grandmaster. Although the Wudang expert attacked less and defended more, he had the upper hand. He dodged with confidence.

This was the competition between Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple. Both of them wanted to appear more powerful.

After all, they were representing their own sects.

Only by suppressing the other party in all their moves could the power of the two great sects, Shaolin and Wudang, be shown.

The two of them fought back and forth for a while and both felt that they had figured out their opponent's strength. The yellow-robed monk shouted loudly and pushed out his palms with the force of a mountain and a sea. The terrifying true energy was so dense that it seemed to have substance, causing the air to distort. The Wudang expert turned over and crouched on the ground. "Taichi Palm!"

Boom!

In the end, the yellow-robed monk lost to the Taichi Palm. He flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

Wudang's Taichi Palm was good at using softness to overcome strength, borrowing strength to fight the enemy.

The yellow-robed monk was caught off guard and fell into the trap.

Only then did he fly out of the arena.

"That's all the Shaolin cultivator can do!" The Wudang expert bowed, his eyes full of disdain.

There was a clear gap between the other party's strength and his, so it was expected that he couldn't beat him.

And there were still many Shaolin Masters who had not made a move, so these words were clearly a little arrogant.

He Chuan felt that watching a show was more interesting than watching a competition. This time, Shaolin had been slapped in the face, and was definitely going to get back at them.

He did not know how the Wudang Sect would respond, and whether the two sects would become enemies in the end because of this!

It was exactly as he had thought.

Shaolin couldn't stand the Wudang Sect's mockery. A half-step saint cultivator went up to the stage. His momentum was obviously at its peak, only one step away from becoming a saint cultivator.

With only one move, he had defeated the expert of the Wudang Sect and directly responded.