Chapter 1787 The Nine-Turn Fist of the Universe

However, most cultivators did not know Cheng Daotian’s innate Taoist body and the identity of the dean’s closed disciple. They only knew that Cheng Daotian was He Sheng’s uncle. They couldn’t help but guess that Cheng Daotian would not use He Sheng to hype him!

He Sheng is already recognized as the first among the new monks. Even if Cheng Daotian only takes He Sheng’s one or two moves, he will probably become famous. Moreover, this is not difficult for Cheng Daotian to do. I believe that He Sheng, his nephew, is willing to do this.

So everyone almost disliked Cheng Daotian and even despised Cheng Daotian a little, but what could they do?

Who told me that I had such a strong nephew?

This is something that everyone cannot envy.

After Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, briefly explained the rules, he left two people on stage.

"Uncle, you have to be careful, I won't let go of water."

He Sheng said with a smile.

Cheng Daotian took one hand and said without caring: "I don't know, either."

The conversation between the two seemed too fake to everyone in the audience. Aren’t you here without any silver?

Just don’t show off in front of everyone’s acting skills! It’s too smelly.

"Why do I suddenly feel that I have no idea?"

"Yes! Everyone knows the finale, what's the point of this plot?"

Although Zhou Ling'er saw that Cheng Daotian was not inferior to He Sheng, she was not worried about this game, because the two of them were uncles and nephews, of course they would not really fight. This was just a friendly match.

However, the two on the stage didn't seem to think so. He Sheng was much more nervous when fighting Cheng Daotian at this time than Wang Lun and Nangong Jilai, because he knew that Cheng Daotian's strength was far above those two.

Although Cheng Daotian looked light on the surface, he did not dare to neglect any more in his heart. He was the ancestor of this kid. If he really lost to him, he would have any face to see others.

He Sheng slowly took out his Dragon Tooth Fairy Sword, but there was no movement on Cheng Daotian.

"Uncle, you don't want to fight the White Blade with empty hands!"

He Sheng said with a smile.

"Haha, I'm just about to try it!"

What?

Cheng Daotian is too arrogant! Even Wang Lun's Demon Prisoner's Demon-Prisoning Sword Nangong Ji was defeated by He Sheng. He actually wanted to fight He Sheng empty-handedly. Isn't this a bit too much?

Can an uncle be as strong as the strongest armor defense?

"Senior Brother He, if you can't beat him within three moves, I have reason to believe you are cheating."

"I don't think you can decide the winner in just one move."

Everyone's words put a lot of pressure on He Sheng. He didn't know where Cheng Daotian got the confidence. Was he really sure that he didn't dare to use all his strength?

Okay, no matter how many you do it, let’s talk about it after doing it.

Thinking of this, He Sheng no longer hesitated. Although he did not use his strongest sword technique to slaughter Qianlong, he still used a set of immortal sword techniques that caught Wang Lun and Nangong Ji off guard twice.

This set of swordsmanship is famous for its unexpected flexibility. When He Sheng waved the Dragon Tooth Sword and the sword energy rushed towards Cheng Daotian like a wave, Cheng Daotian was really as he said that he did not use the immortal weapon.

He used a set of immortal arts and boxing techniques, which have existed in the world of cultivation forever. In the ancient world of cultivation, human cultivators had not yet created such a brilliant weapon refining civilization. They used the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate themselves and put the skills of fist and foot to the extreme. Most of the monks at that time practiced body refining techniques, and their physical fitness was comparable to that of demons.

But later, weapon refining appeared, and with the strengthening of weapon refining technology, human cultivators increasingly rely on the extension of their hands and feet of the immortal weapon, but gradually abandoned the body refining technique, so that almost no human cultivators outside the Northern Region continent could see pure body refining monks.

Therefore, when Cheng Daotian really put on a set of boxing postures, everyone in the audience became more and more despised. It was really whimsical to try to resist the power of immortal weapons. If He Sheng was not his nephew, I would think he would dare to pretend like this.

He Sheng's first sword, which was easily pushed and turned, was resolved by Cheng Daotian, which made everyone sigh even more. He shouted that the two were acting, but only He Sheng knew how terrifying power was contained in Cheng Daotian's boxing. Although it looked a bit like Tai Chi in the secular world, its power was as strong as the Eight Ji Fist.

It was as if it was combined with heaven and earth, and it was free to swing. Every punch and gesture carried the power of heaven and earth like a Buddha or a demon. He Sheng didn't believe in the evil and slashed the second sword again, but this sword was still like just now, and he didn't even touch a corner of Cheng Daotian.

The booings in the audience were even louder, and He Sheng let the water go, but only some old monks and Si Ming could see the unusualness in Cheng Daotian's boxing technique.

"Dashiming, do you see if this is the Nine Turns of the Universe Fist!"

A Siming said to the Grand Siming.

Dasiming twisted his beard, "Yeah, I think it's very similar. However, no one practiced this set of boxing in the Taoist temple five hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, the dean taught it to Cheng Daotian."

I have to say that this set of boxing techniques is very consistent with Cheng Daotian's physique! The Qiankun Nine-Turning Fist was created by ancient powerful people. It is said that there were thirty-six punches at the beginning, but now there are only nine punches left, because each of them is extremely difficult to practice and has high requirements for the physical fitness of the monks.

It is said that in the Northern Region Continent, where physical practice is majoring in physical practice, a monk who practiced nine punches a hundred years ago was only released. As for the remaining twenty-seven punches, it is impossible to understand any punches.

What Cheng Daotian had just used was just two defense punches, which made He Sheng, a genius who was measuring the nine-type spirit, look down on the face of the dust. He Sheng, who was unwilling to let go, transformed into an external shape. In an instant, three phantoms of He Sheng appeared, all of whom were wielding their swords to kill Cheng Daotian. Each phantom used different sword techniques. In a moment, three sword energy soared into the sky, forming three huge vortexes like earth tornados, surrounding Cheng Daotian.

At this time, the monks who had just opened water to He Sheng were seriously angry, "It seems that He Sheng is preparing to end this game, that's it! Cheng Daotian should have ended long ago. With his soft and weak boxing skills, I can kick him away with one kick."

Some monks said shamelessly.

In their opinion, even Wang Lun and Nangong Ji may not be able to take over He Sheng's move, let alone Cheng Daotian, who was bluffing, it seems that he can leave and there is no point in the future.

Although Zhou Ling'er did not underestimate Cheng Daotian much, she also felt from the bottom of her heart that if Cheng Daotian did not use his ultimate move, she might have been defeated.

However, facing He Sheng's murderous move, Cheng Daotian just smiled, clenched his fists with both hands, and two yellow airflows flowed on his fists. The robe on his body was like a blower stuffed with windlessness.
Chapter completed!