Two days later, the martial arts performance venue in Wudang Mountain.

There are many people, including many Wudang disciples, and many other Wusect disciples. A string of big red curtains hung on the huge arena, and the 'Wudang Tai Chi Wushu Exchange Conference' is written.

"It's interesting and interesting. It seems that I came here at a time. I didn't expect that there would be a martial arts show in Wudang Mountain as soon as I came to Wudang Mountain."

Li Yun sat aside in a melon-eating posture, holding a blue and white paper umbrella under the scorching sun, leisurely and leisurely. There were peanuts, melon seeds and tea next to him, all of which were prepared by Ling Zhen to treat guests.

The warriors from all walks of life were also ready to fight in this battle, looking at each other with a bright look, and showing off their feet.

There are no outsiders in the martial arts show. This is a pure internal event in Wudang Mountain, or an internal event of local Wumen people. All of them are from local shipping disciples.

"Oh, I want to go up and show my strength, but it's a pity that I'm not a disciple of the martial arts. Not to mention martial arts, I can't even lift a bucket."

Ling Zhen looked at the Wudang Wusect disciple in front of him and was indeed a little envious. Maybe a man should be so masculine.

The Wudangshan disciples are also divided into Wumen and Wenmen. Wumen disciples practice martial arts and swords, while Wenmen disciples are responsible for handling documents and miscellaneous matters, with clear responsibilities.

After all, people have limited energy, and you cannot let people practice martial arts and literature.

And there are not many rules for this martial arts performance.

When I went on stage to perform martial arts competition, I liked whoever I liked him again, and I can act martial arts with my eyes.

Soon, the two young men met.

The martial Wudang disciple bowed.

"I'm in Xiajiang, please give me some advice."

On the other side, the man wearing a black training suit also said.

"I'm here to Tan He, please give me some advice."

On the stage, a Wudang disciple and a martial arts disciple were having fun.

"This is the successor of the Tan family's twelve leg-striking skills. This Jiang is the oldest of our Wudang disciples who have not yet mastered them. He is good at soft fist, and one soft fist is so stunning."

While eating melon seeds, Ling Zhen used the skills that the disciples were good at, as if they were familiar with them.

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The person in charge of hosting the martial arts meeting was a middle-aged man with a national character face. After the middle-aged man with a national character face came out, all the Wudang disciples bowed their salutes.

"Uncle Lingfeng."

"Yeah." Ling Feng bowed and said, "Thank you all for coming to the Wudang Martial Arts Association. You all adhere to the principle of martial ethics first and conduct friendly exchanges. If you have no choice, you must not hurt people. Friendship is the first and martial ethics first."

Under the advice of Master Lingfeng, the martial arts friendship has begun. Jiang Bei and Tan He are fighting back and forth, and they are so happy.

A hard twelve-way stretching legs, a Tai Chi that combines both hardness and softness.

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Qingxuan, who was hiding his body, complained: "Hey, is this a fight? It feels... strange, we cows are just going to fight each other, how can we do these fancy ones?"

Indeed, judging from the performance of the two, it is more like feeding each other than playing martial arts. From Qingxuan's perspective, it is too "weak".

Li Yun was thinking, but after a moment he figured out something and said with a smile.

“It’s different.”

"What's different?" Qingxuan muttered: "I feel like they don't feel anything when they fight. Why are so many people tragically looking at it..."

Indeed, the Wudang disciples around him looked at him and applauded him.

Although they can feel their energy, they cannot feel much lethality.

Just as Qing Xuan was puzzled, the fat Taoist Lingming he had met before appeared.

"I am a martial arts exchange in Wudangshan. It's so good. The young talents are sweating on the martial arts stage. I am really relieved to see it."

The appearance of Lingming broke the original martial arts atmosphere here, especially Lingfeng.

Taoist Master Lingfeng frowned and looked at Lingming and said.

"Lingming, what are you doing here?"

Taoist Master Lingfeng and Lingming seemed to be a little inconsistent, and their tone was not very good.

Lingming didn't keep it a secret and said with a bow.

"Senior Brother Lingfeng, we can't tell you anything else. Today I have two friends who want to show off my style on the Wudang Martial Arts Stage, and I also want to play martial arts with all the martial arts disciples."

"Yongmafan."

The fighting master from Japan grinned and introduced himself in awkward Chinese, simply by using his name.

Wang Hailie was much gentler and said.

"Wang Hailie from the Beijiang Martial Arts Hall of the Demon City is proficient in fighting boxing techniques changed from Bajiquan. Please give me advice."

Wang Hailie also bowed to show respect.

Ling Feng frowned slightly, but he didn't know how to refute it. He knew that this junior brother Lingming had always been inconsistent with their Wumen, and now he didn't know what he was thinking.

After pondering for a while, Lingfeng said.

"It's OK, but Senior Brother wants you to figure it out, we are still disciples of Wudang Mountain after all."

Ling Feng’s misunderstanding was to instruct Lingming to remember his identity, and he was a Wudang disciple after all.

Lingming's eyes were dark for a moment, and then he became firm and said.

"I, Lingming, am a Wudang disciple, a Wudang disciple, and a Wudang disciple's ghost. In this life, what I say and do is for the prosperity of my Wudang Mountain and for the future of my Wudang Mountain."

"You're talking too heavily."

Lingfeng's voice was softer.

He could hear that Junior Brother Lingming's heartfelt words were all sincere.

"Then let them play the martial arts stage and find their disciples to learn about their martial arts skills."

Yongmafan put his hands in his pockets and went to the stage in a careless manner. The lack of respect made Lingfeng and his disciples feel a little displeased.

Wang Hailie was much solemn, and his words and deeds were all etiquette and qualities.

"Please give me advice from all the masters."

Wang Hailie gave him deep advice.

After Yongmafan came on stage, he looked at Jiang Bei and said curiously: "What is your boxing technique just now?"

Jiang Bie said.

"This is Wudang soft fist, which is good at combining hardness and softness, and is derived from Tai Chi Bagua Fist."

Although the Chinese people were not very etiquette this day, Jiang Bie still answered patiently, and even made a move to introduce his Wudang boxing technique.

"Oh... soft fist."

Yongma Fan looked like he suddenly realized.

"Why is it called Rouquan?"

"Huh?" The Japanese people had a bad attitude, but Jiang Bei frowned and said, "Because this is a method of combining hardness and softness, and among them, they are the best at defeating hardness with softness, so it is called soft fist, which evolved from the Tai Chi method."

Yongmafan grinned.

"No, no, no, your softness is really soft, but it's best not to call it Rouquan. It's better to call it Rou Dance."
Chapter completed!