The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 144
The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival.

As the sun was rising, a lot of people from all walks of life had already gathered in Shaolin Temple.

Xu Zhu was wearing a brand new monk robe, silently looking at the crowd, guarding against possible changes.

"The Prince Duan, the Southern King of Dali Town, has arrived."

Hearing this, Xuanci's face was overjoyed, now he Shaolin Temple and Gusu Murong wanted to distinguish the truth, it would be even better to have the help of Dali Zhennan King.

"Brothers, I will come forward to meet you."

A group of old monks of the Xuan family slowly walked out of the Daxiong Palace, and Duan Zhengchun also brought two wives disguised as men, Duan Yu and a group of Dali retainers to welcome them.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xuan Ci led everyone into the main hall and introduced them to a group of famous figures in the world.

At this moment, a gloomy voice echoed, and a figure leaning on an iron crutch appeared at the door of the Daxiong Palace.

"Isn't this a hero meeting held by inviting Gusu Murong? Mr. Murong is currently fighting Nading Chunqiu at the foot of the mountain. Presumably the two of them can only go up the mountain after a winner is decided."

Everyone turned around to look, only to find that the person who spoke was Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Great Evil Men, and there was only a South Sea Crocodile God by his side.

Hearing the news of Ding Chunqiu's appearance, Xu Zhu subconsciously looked towards the seat where Ye Wuxin was sitting, but found that he was nowhere to be seen.

At this time, Xuanci's expression darkened when he heard the news that Ding Chunqiu had arrived at Shaolin Temple, and the old monks of Shaolin Xuanzi generation were not much better.

That Ding Chunqiu took action to abolish the skills of Xuantong and Xuannan, if he hadn't been healed by Su Xinghe, he might have died on Leigu Mountain.

"All novice monks! Everyone is brave today, and they must capture alive Ding Chunqiu, who committed crimes, and avenge the two senior brothers for having their kung fu crippled."

Xuan Sheng's expression was cold, and he shouted to the group of monks of Hui and Xu generations.

"Wait a minute, junior brother, you are too impatient, you are a guest from afar, let's give courtesy first and then fight."

Turning around, Xuanci said to all the veterans and heroes in Shaolin Temple.

"Brothers, friends, how about we experience his Xingxiu Sect and Gusu Murong's brilliant moves today?"

Hearing this, the heroes walked out of the hall one after another, wanting to meet the famous Gusu Murong and the notorious Ding Laomo.

A group of novice monks prepared all their weapons, and the monks of the three generations of Shaolin Temple walked out of the Daxiong Hall one after another and rushed towards the mountain road below.

When walking halfway, a figure stood on the stone road and looked down the mountain.

What they saw was a black mass of heads, probably no more than a thousand people, besieging Murong Fu and his party.

A group of celebrities and young talents looked at this person's face, and many of them felt vaguely familiar.

"Young man, do you dare to ask, are you also a guest who came to the hero conference?"

When that person turned his head, a cold and handsome face appeared in front of everyone, and suddenly there was a cry.

"Father, I remembered, that man is the consort of Princess Yinchuan of Xixia Kingdom!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the heroes in the Jianghu were quite surprised, and the matter of Princess Yinchuan's recruiting a son-in-law caused an uproar. As a result, most of them went back in despair without even seeing each other for a while.

No one expected that this lucky man who became Xi Xia's son-in-law would appear on Shaoshi Mountain like this.

The man nodded slightly to the crowd, and wrote a note in a flash.

"The gathering of three flowers on the top is true cultivation, and the five qi are seeking for each other."

"Outside the body, there is a body that turns into a soul, and the Taoist body and the devil's heart seek the fairy trail."

"Senior Brother Ding, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have been looking for me and Shenmu Wangding for a long time, hahahaha!"

A red light flashed in his hand, bursts of murderous aura rushed out from the Blood River Sword, and slashed towards the nearly thousand Xingxiu disciples below.

Feeling that the voice was quite familiar, Ding Chunqiu raised his head, and saw a smear of blood slashing towards the Xingxiu disciple, it was a three-foot-long sword glow.

The bloody light streaked across, and it was extremely blurred under the sunshine of the morning sun. Several Xingxiu disciples passed away with their faces full of bewilderment.

Falling down, Ye Wuxin held the Shenmu Wangding cauldron in his hand with a smile and looked at Ding Chunqiu who was surrounded by the crowd.

"Senior Brother Ding, I'm going to kowtow in front of the old man's grave in accordance with Master's last words. Is there anything else to say?"

All the disciples of Xingxiu shouted loudly.

"What kind of thing are you, and you are worthy of talking to my master?"

"Old Immortal Xingxiu is invincible and invincible, you should be more sensible and surrender obediently!"

A group of noisy voices appeared, and the flattery in turn made Ding Chunqiu calm down.

"Little brother, I never imagined that instead of becoming a monk, you have practiced a different school of exercises. If Master and the old man find out about this, do you think he will be pissed off again?"

Gently shaking the feather fan, Ding Chunqiu looked at the Shenmu Wangding and the Seven Treasure Ring in Ye Wuxin's hands with a proud look on his face.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Ding, you really are a dead duck. It just so happens, Junior Brother, I once swore to wipe out your Xingxiu Sect. Let's do the two things together today."

With a wave of the Blood River Sword, a member of the Xingxiu Sect who was standing nearby exploded into blood mist instantly.

Streams of blood qi circled the Blood River Sword, forming small and slender streams of blood river sword qi, rushing towards the Xingxiu disciples in all directions.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, all the heroes on the mountain road looked at Ye Wuxin who started killing him in shock, and felt cold sweat emerge.

The bloody sword was like silk, and the mist was like a river. In less than a cup of tea, more than half of the nearly thousand Xingxiu disciples below were killed or injured.

The more Ding Chunqiu looked at it, the more frightened he became, all the disciples of Xingxiu usually only know how to flatter, they don't even have a chance to resist in front of this peerless murderer.

At this time, the blood lines condensed in the air had already reached more than a hundred. Ye Wuxin glanced at the Blood River Sword, only to feel that the Blood River Sword that he had used in the past had become more obedient.

"Ding Chunqiu, why don't you make a move? If you don't make a move again, I will kill all your disciples!"

Murong Fu who took advantage of the chaos and escaped to the side looked at the scene in front of him, feeling unbelievable.

"Would it really be possible to reach this point with only martial arts? How strong is his inner strength?"

Seeing this vision, Ding Chunqiu's heart has long been extremely jealous of Ye Wuxin, and he even suspects that his cultivation skills are some undisclosed secrets of the Xiaoyao School, and the resentment towards Xiaoyaozi in his heart has increased by three points.

Knowing that this matter cannot be resolved, Ding Chunqiu retreated, wanting to leave Shaoshi Mountain directly.

There are as many disciples as you want, but you only have one life, so it's better to retreat in time.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wuxin snorted coldly, and a wine gourd appeared in his hand, and fell towards the Xuehe sword.

In the blink of an eye, snow lines turned into spirit snakes and went straight to Ding Chunqiu in the distance.

No matter how chic and smooth his movement is, under the boost of the blood lotus, the twelve life-death talismans instantly submerged into Ding Chunqiu's body.

(End of this chapter)