Final evolution of martial arts

All the contestants left, and the huge Tianxiang Tea House went completely crazy.

"Hahaha, it's wonderful, it's extremely wonderful, with one against eight, it's an understatement to defeat the eight people's unique moves, and dare to challenge the world's martial arts, this move, I am convinced!"

"This is the fastest and most exciting battle this old man has ever seen in his life."

"Oh my god, this Lin Su is too scary. I want to report back to my teacher. I still won't take part in the big battle seven days later."

"A master is a master, defeating the enemy only takes one move, Ding Zhaokong's fame is so good, he is not the enemy of others, I will go to Shenhezhuang to learn as a teacher!"

"Let's go together, let's go together, my grandson is talented and intelligent, maybe Lin Daxia has a good eye, even if we accept him."

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After the battle of Tianxiang Tower, the news of Lin Su's big wedding in Canhezhuang spread all over the world seven days later. There were few vendors in the past for entertainment, and they liked the disputes between the rivers and lakes the most. One by one, Lin Su's "great achievements" were spread all over the sky. Some people It is said that he is the reincarnation of the devil king, who specially intercepts women from good families, and some people say that he is a handsome and handsome man who dares to challenge the heroes of the world, etc.

All kinds of rumors are like birds with wings, quickly scattered all over the Wulin in just one day.

Henan Shaolin Temple, inside the Daxiong Hall.

Rows of nanmu chairs were filled with guests. Everyone was dressed gorgeously and imposing. They were all bigwigs from various sects and sects. This time they came to Shaolin for the first reason to receive the response from the Demon Slayer Conference, and second because they wanted to participate in the Shaolin Temple. Gaining fame in the rivers and lakes, after all, such a once-in-a-century event is rare.

Therefore, most of the disciples brought this time are elite disciples from various factions, trying to kill the villain Lin Su.

"Amitabha."

At this time, a sound of Buddha's cry brought everyone's attention to the center of the Buddhist hall, but they saw the abbot Xuanci walking out with three old monks in gray robes. Heart agitated.

Everyone's heart trembled, and they couldn't help but lament the profound foundation of Shaolin Temple. There was absolutely no news about these three monks in the secrets of the Jianghu in the past. With such strength, I am afraid that no one here can compare with the three.

"Everyone from the rivers and lakes, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've been fine for a long time." Abbot Xuanci smiled kindly, showing the air of a landlord.

How dare the others be presumptuous, and return the gift one by one.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and soon a young novice came in and reported: "Abbot, Gusu Murongfu is asking to see you!"

Chapter 502

"Murong Fu?"

Hearing these three words, everyone present was stunned, and their expressions were a little teasing in an instant, quite gloating.

The abbot Xuanci sighed inwardly. In recent years, there have been two peerless talents in the arena. They are the leader of the Beggar Gang Qiao Feng and Gusu Murong Fu. How many people hate it.

In recent months, the internal situation of the beggar gang has also continued. Vice-master Ma died not long ago, and the facts have not yet been found out. Then, people from Xixia Yipintang took the opportunity to invade the Central Plains. The two sides fought several times, resulting in countless casualties. It is time to participate in the demon slaying conference, and the fastest rendezvous time is estimated to be five days later, to gather at Lin Su's wedding ceremony.

If Bei Qiaofeng is like this, how can he be better than Nan Murong.

Everyone in the world knows that Yanziwu Shenhezhuang is the territory of Murong's family. According to reliable news, Lin Su has already occupied Yanziwu. You don't need to guess. I'm afraid Murongfu was taken over by a dove and made people chase him away like a bereaved dog. out.

Of course, no one said this kind of slap in the face, but Wan'er, who knew it well, smiled.

"The junior Murong Fu asked to see Abbot Xuanci, and hoped that the abbot would not hesitate to teach him for my father's sake!"

At the same time, a thick voice came from outside the temple. It was obvious that the visitor was impatient and used his internal strength to forcefully convey the news.

"Amitabha." Abbot Xuanci clasped his palms together, his voice was like a bell, and said loudly: "The visitor is a guest, Lord Murong, please come in."

"Thank you, master." Murong Fu responded, and under the leadership of the gatekeeper novice, he quickly walked through the gate, the corridor, and came straight to the Daxiong Hall.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt dozens of contemptuous eyes patrolling over. Murong Fu was furious. If he didn't need their strength to defeat Lin Su, he might have to teach them a lesson. Holding back his anger, he cupped his hands to Abbot Xuanci : "Meet Master Abbot."

"Murong benefactor, there is no need to be too polite." Xuanci smiled lightly, turned around and told the novice, "Give me a seat."

After Murong Fu sat down, there was a vacuum for a few seconds, and almost everyone's eyes fell on Murong Fu. After a long time, a yin and yang strange energy resounded through the hall.

"What a Nan Murong, he is indeed a good-looking talent. After a quick glance, I don't know where I thought he was a literati."

On the surface, this is a good word, but when it is expressed in that weird tone, it is a bit sour. It's like singing a naysayer and mocking Murong Fu's appearance, like a weak scholar. Normally, this scholar is naturally vulnerable behind him. up.

In an instant, everyone present burst into laughter, but because of Shaolin Temple's face, they suppressed it after a while.

Murong Fu's face was livid, he scolded Lin Su a thousand times, ten thousand times in his heart, if it wasn't for him, he would not have been insulted by others in vain, and he is not the one who shows weakness, so he glanced at the speaker and retorted: " Who am I, it turns out to be Old Freak Ding from the XingXiu Sect." Speaking of this, he turned around and cupped his hands at Abbot Xuanci, "Master Abbot, this person is dishonest, how could he come to the Buddhist temple."

"Amitabha, the visitor is a guest, besides, Mr. Ding also came here to get rid of Lin Su's grinding head. Mr. Ding is very kind, and the old monk is not willing to disobey. The purpose of this meeting is to eliminate demons and defend the way. I hope that the two of you will focus on the overall situation. " Abbot Xuanci spoke in a correct voice, impartially persuading him.

Hearing that, other famous martial arts figures who were present gave their symbolic agreement, but Murong Fu and Ding Chunqiu were very depressed and had no choice but to give up.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they returned to the topic, and everyone began to discuss how to defeat Lin Su.

Ding Chunqiu said coldly: "That Lin Su is treacherous and cunning, and killed dozens of my disciples in Jilei Mountain. I propose that at the wedding ceremony five days later, everyone will rush forward and wipe him out in one fell swoop. What do you all think?"

"Will the future generations criticize me for bullying the few with the more." The iron-faced judge Shan Zheng hesitated.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. How can there be so many fallacies." Tan Gong and Tan Po are jealous of evil, obviously supporting the group to attack.

The leaders of the other sects had different opinions, causing the scene to lose control for a while. Xuanci frowned, and interrupted loudly: "Everyone, this time to kill the devil is no small matter. You may not know how powerful the devil is. A week ago, the devil It’s really rare for me to make a big fuss in my Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion, and my martial arts are profound, even if my three uncles from the Lingzi generation work together, they can only be tied.”

Hearing this, the others gasped. Ever since they entered the door, the three old monks behind Xuanci had shocked them. They did not expect to be eminent monks of the Lingzi generation. Even against three eminent monks with frightening strength, one person still won't be defeated.

Different from the astonishment of the guests present, the three monks of Lingjie blushed a little. The three of them joined forces to besiege Lin Su that day, and they were playing tricks. Unfortunately, they were still not opponents. If they had to be helped by the sweeping monk in the end, they might have been beheaded by Lin Su. In order to protect Shaolin's face, Ci faked the truth and made them ashamed.

After thinking for a while, a flash of lightning flashed through Ling Jie's mind, and he suddenly said to Murong Fu: "Murong Benefactor, I have an unfeeling request, can you tell me?"

Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, he vaguely guessed something, and said with an ugly expression: "Excuse me, Master."

Ling Jie nodded, and asked seriously: "I don't know if the devil Lin Su asked you for anything when he occupied Yanziwu?"

really....

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth twitched. Everyone in the Jianghu regards unique martial arts as more important than their lives, but he passed "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" to Lin Su in order to survive. If he said it, it would really make people laugh.

Seeing his hesitation, Ling Jie's heart was clouded instantly. After that day, he approached the sweeping monk, and the other party said a word, Lin Su would find a way to improve his innate strength when he left this time, and Mo Mo who could pave the way for him It's too much for the sweeping monk himself or the Murong family's changing times.

"You.... Did you transfer Dou Zhuan Xing to him?" Ling Jie asked anxiously.

"How do you know!" Hearing these words, Murong Fu was startled and could not help but exclaim.

"Oops." The three of Lingjie looked at each other, their faces all turned pale.

Chapter 503

"He finally became a perfect congenital true spirit."

A leisurely sigh came from outside the hall, but before anyone arrived, the voice penetrated into everyone's ears clearly like thunder.

"Who?!!!"

Murong Fu, Ding Chunqiu, Shan Zheng and the others slapped their chairs, with cold eyes, they all stood up together.

Judging from the sound alone, the skill of this person is terrifying, even more terrifying than the eminent monks of the Lingzi generation. If Lingjie and others are like surging rivers, then this person is like a sea of ​​ancient waves, making it hard to guess. No, it is precisely because of this illusion of the unknown that it is the most frightening factor.

"Everyone, relax your vigilance, your own people." A smile appeared on the corner of Abbot Xuanci's mouth, this voice was undoubtedly that of a sweeping monk.

On the other side, the three monks of Lingjie also laughed. If you were worried that Lin Su would become a perfect version of Xiantian Zhengang before, no matter how many of them there were, it would not help. The sweeping monk finally made a decision. With him, the dawn of victory can be seen.

"One of our own?" Ding Chunqiu's expression was strange, and the others were also full of suspicion. Could it be that there are still strong men in Shaolin Temple who surpass the three monks of the Spirit Tribulation?

Soon, a figure walked in slowly, looked at it a little, the person was about [-] years old, dressed in a gray monk's uniform, plainly dressed, there were a few patches the size of a fist, the strange thing was that his footsteps were weak and weak, not like martial arts at all A strong man.

"Who is this master?" Shan Zheng asked puzzled.

"This senior is the strongest monk in my Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years. Because he has been guarding the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, he never came out of the mountain. This time he showed up to meet everyone because of the devil Lin Sufang." Abbot Xuanci's face turned red, He explained with a light smile.

"I see." Shan Zheng nodded, clasped his fists at the sweeping monk with reverence, and said: "Shan Zheng has met senior."

"Murong Fu met senior!"

"Tan Gong and Tan Po have met seniors!"

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For a moment, except for Ding Chunqiu, all martial arts heroes present bowed and saluted.

"Amitabha, all living beings are equal, and all benefactors have shown signs." The sweeping monk looked indifferent, and when he raised his palm, everyone was shocked to find that there was a force of energy out of thin air in front of them, and he forcibly lifted them up, even if they used their true energy to resist. like water off a duck's back.

"As expected, he is the strongest monk in Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years!" Everyone was surprised and admired, and at the same time, they had full confidence in the demon slaying conference.

Suddenly, Ding Chunqiu said with a gloomy expression: "Master, what you said just now that 'he has finally cultivated into a perfect congenital true body', does he here refer to the demon Lin Su?"

Speaking of this, Shan Zheng and the others were taken aback, and their expressions changed again.

Innate true strength is limited to legends, and those who can master it are all contemporary Xeons. In the past 200 years, only Murong Longcheng, who has been rampant in the world, and Jinshi, the number one master in the world a hundred years ago.Other than these two people, no one has practiced it. Now that Lin Su has practiced the innate true energy, and also used the Murong family's star shift to perfect it, he panicked and relaxed, and the atmosphere at the scene couldn't help but become weird.

"Damn it, you can't die with your head on the ground. Even if Lin Su has three heads and six arms, I just don't believe that he can survive under the attack of fellow martial artists?" He gritted his teeth and expressed his opinion.

"Everyone, it's a big taboo for military strategists to be timid before a battle, not to mention that we have the help of an unknown senior monk. It's still a matter of victory or defeat. Everyone, go back early and pack your bags, and head to Suzhou tomorrow morning." Abbot Xuanci didn't want to be here. Something went wrong at this juncture, and a decision was made concisely.

"Okay, master abbot, then I, Murong Fu, would like to do my part for the Central Plains martial arts." Murong Fu's righteous face immediately made people awe-inspiring.

"The future is terrifying."

The sweeping monk smiled lightly, looked sideways at Ding Chunqiu, and said softly: "Benefactor Ding, the old monk still has a note, would you like to help?"

"That depends on what senior is asking for." As expected of an old fox, Ding Chunqiu smiled, not letting anyone take advantage of it at all.

"It will definitely not embarrass the benefactor." The sweeping monk nodded and continued: "According to the old monk's vision, the benefactor should be a disciple of Xiaoyao, isn't it?"

"What else do you know?" Ding Chunqiu's complexion changed slightly, he thought that the matter of his murder and betrayal had been revealed, he secretly circulated his zhenqi to the soles of his feet, and if there was a disagreement, there would be signs of fleeing.

Hearing the sound, the others stopped and became interested.

What kind of sect is this Xiaoyao Sect, they have never heard of it, and with Ding Chunqiu's strength, they are only disciples?

As if sensing Ding Chunqiu's vigilance, the sweeping monk said kindly: "Don't need to be more suspicious, the old monk has no other intentions. It's just that I met Xiaoyaomen by chance a few decades ago, and I was fortunate to have seen the unique skills such as Xiao Wuxiang Gong and Lingbo Weibu. At this moment, I observe that the donor's true energy has the characteristics of Xiaoyaomen, so I ask."

"So that's how it is." Ding Chunqiu's face softened, but his heart was secretly startled.

The Xiaoyao Sect has three disciples under the patriarch Xiaoyaozi. They are the master Wu Yazi, the grand master Tianshan Child Elder, and the third master Li Qiushui. The age of the sweeping monk is estimated to be similar to them, and they should be of the same generation. , but in his memory, he had never heard of the name of the sweeping monk.

Could it be before apprenticeship?Or what the sweeping monk knew was not Xiaoyao Sanxian, but Patriarch Xiaoyaozi?

The more he thought about it, the more frightening he became, Ding ChunQiu was so frightened that Hunting lost his mind, and said in a low voice: "Master, I am indeed a member of Xiaoyao Sect, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave now."

"Benefactor Ding, please stay." Abbot Xuanci stopped Ding Chunqiu in a loud voice, and turned his gaze to the sweeping monk, obviously the latter refused to let him leave.

"Master, what do you mean?" Ding Chunqiu pretended to be stupid and asked.

The sweeping monk said helplessly: "Amitabha, the catastrophe is about to break out. Donor Ding has a grudge with the devil first. I'm afraid he will not escape the devil's claws. Why don't you take the initiative to invite three teachers from your sect? In this way, our chances of winning will be increased by at least five times." layer."

I invite your sister!

Different from other lunatics, Ding Chunqiu began to curse from the bottom of his heart...

Chapter 504 The rain is coming

Others don't understand, so doesn't he understand himself?

There are only a few people in the big Xiaoyao faction, and Wu Yazi was thrown off the cliff by him. Although the third uncle had an affair with him and the relationship is not weak, they finally broke up because of Wu Yazi, and they still don't get along with each other. kind of.

As for Grand Master Tianshan Child Elder, damn it, who doesn't know that the old hag likes Wu Yazi, if she knows that I killed Wu Yazi, she will have to cut him alive....

hey, wait.

How the hell can I frame Lin Su? Anyway, the fact that this kid appeared in Jilei Mountain is well known, but Wu Yazi's feces was pinned on him. With the character of the old hag of Tianshan Child Elder, she would definitely rather kill the wrong one. Let it go, at that time, whether it is Lin Su who kills Tianshan Child Elder or Tianshan Child Elder kills Lin Su, it will benefit him and not harm him.

Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu laughed and said: "Master, don't worry, I will go to my uncle right away, and we will meet again in Yanziwu in five days!"

After saying that, turn around and leave without delay.

The sweeping monk smiled with satisfaction, explained a few words to Abbot Xuanci, and returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on his own. After seeing the situation, the other guests and Murong Fu bid farewell one by one. They all went to their own sect's residence to gather staff. Five days later, they returned with honor It is still unknown whether he will die in a foreign land, and it is essential to be fully prepared.

Five days later, Suzhou city.

The sound of grunting cars came slowly, and a luxurious purple carriage was leisurely driving on the sidewalk. There were still two people opening the way in front of it. The one on the left was a red-clothed Tibetan monk, and the one on the right was an old man with long beards.

Soon, the carriage stopped by the Taihu Lake, the window screens were lightened, and a smiling face greeted the red-clothed Tibetan monk, "Bald monk, is the place where the master asked us to come?" Here?"

"Ah Zi, don't be rude." Before the words finished, a gentle female voice came from inside the car, which seemed to blame, but also seemed to be joking, which made people feel happy.

Immediately afterwards, there was another slightly gloating laugh.

"Hey, little sister Ah Zi, you have to change your temper, or if you meet Lin Lang, I don't know if you will be spanked."

"Bah, spanking your ass is more or less the same." AhZi blushed slightly, spat, jumped out of the carriage, and jumped up to the gazebo about ten meters away, looking into the distance with a smile on her face.

"This little girl." Mu Wanqing shook her head and smiled lightly. Accompanied by Zhong Ling, she came to the riverside and looked at the surging river, feeling relieved.