Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

When Yue Buqun used the river as a boundary and blocked the demons with one sword.

Between Hengshan Sect and Blackwood Cliff.

In a steep canyon.

Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin, led the Eighteen Arhats to guard the entrance.

Behind them were more than two hundred elites of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

These people were in a miserable state.

Some had muddy faces.

Some were covered in blood.

Some were even missing arms and legs.

In short, no one could be as energetic as when they came.

"Amitabha."

"All donors, this road is blocked."

Master Fang Sheng held an old wooden stick about three feet long.

In front of him lay a dozen masters of the Demon Sect who kept wailing.

As the junior brother of the Shaolin abbot.

Master Fang Sheng is not only a martial arts expert, but also a compassionate person.

Even when facing the Demon Sect, he basically shows mercy.

Otherwise.

These dozen people don't even have the qualifications to wail.

"Fang Sheng!"

The yellow-faced Venerable Jia Bu roared in anger.

He had calculated everything.

But he didn't expect Shaolin to get involved in this mess.

It's even more incredible that Shaolin's position is so precise and sophisticated, which is exactly the fastest way to retreat to the west.

"Fang Sheng, you are bringing disaster to your Shaolin."

The Eagle Knight Shangguan Yun also gritted his teeth.

Anyone who sees the cooked duck will fly away.

No one can calm down.

"Everyone."

"You have killed six or seven hundred people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect."

Master Fang Sheng advised with a miserable face: "Forgive others when you can, and go back."

There were more than a thousand people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect when they came.

There are only more than two hundred left now.

In addition to Huashan and Hengshan who broke through from the bloody rapids.

There are less than three hundred at most.

Seventy percent of the elite were lost in one battle.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect was seriously injured.

It is feared that it may not be able to recover within ten years.

If Shaolin does not take action again.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect will surely exist in name only.

At that time, Shaolin and Wudang will have to take the lead.

This is not a scene that those "enlightened" monks want to see.

"Bullshit!"

Jia Bu cursed: "If it was our Holy Church that was being hunted down now, do you think the Five Mountains Sword Sect would let us go?"

Shangguan Yun asked even more ruthlessly: "Would you Shaolin come out to stop it like you are doing now, and say something that is too much?"

The two's words deeply stimulated Master Fang Sheng.

However, Master Fang Sheng has always been walking the rivers and lakes on behalf of Master Fang Zheng.

It can be said that he has been in battle for a long time.

He has seen countless scenes of all kinds.

"Amitabha."

"As long as you can put down your butcher knife, you can naturally become a Buddha on the spot."

Master Fang Sheng's words were very high-sounding, and it was really=Solution.

Knowing that he could not win the debate, Jia Bu looked at the Five Mountains Sword Sect running farther and farther away, gritted his teeth and suggested: "Brother Shangguan, why don't we go together?"

The reason why they were willing to talk nonsense here.

It was not because of Master Fang Sheng.

It was because of the Eighteen Arhats behind Master Fang Sheng.

These Eighteen Arhats were the first-class martial artists from the Shaolin Arhat Hall.

And the formation they formed was the famous Shaolin Arhat Formation.

"The two of us are not enough!"

Although Shangguan Yun was conceited, he also knew it.

"Sanniang is willing to lend a helping hand to the two elders."

"Don't forget Qin."

"I, Old Nie, also want to weigh the quality of Shaolin with my tiger-headed staff."

"We, the Mobei Twin Bears, are willing to fight to the end for the Holy Religion."

Five masters quickly stood up to show their support.

They started it.

Others also realized that they could not delay any longer and responded one after another.

"Then..."

"Kill!"

Jia Bu and Shangguan Yun shouted and rushed out.

They stared directly at Fang Sheng, not giving him a chance to rescue.

The wind from the sticks whistled.

Fang Sheng suddenly changed into a different person.

He danced and swung wildly like a madman.

Coupled with the nearly sixty years of pure boy's skills.

Each blow had a thousand pounds of force.

Each stick was like splitting mountains and cracking rocks.

"It's so painful..."

Jia Bu painfully held on for a few moves.

"Crazy stick technique"

Shangguan Yun's face was ashen.

He couldn't hold the weapon in his hand several times.

But they couldn't afford to lose face.

They could only hold on with difficulty.

The problem is that they are lucky to be able to hold on.

The Shaolin Arhat Formation is the signature formation of the Shaolin Temple.

In addition, the location of the gorge is just enough space for the formation, leaving no room for the Demon Cult to make a detour.

They almost took advantage of the terrain.

With the combination of the two.

People were constantly knocked out by the Arhat Formation.

First, it was Master Qin Xiang of the Wind and Thunder Hall.

His Wind and Thunder Sword is very good at speed and attack, but it is much inferior in defense.

He couldn't even use the second move of his Wind and Thunder Sword.

They had to face the fierce attacks of three or four different stick moves at every moment.

Only the third breath.

He was hit on the shoulder first.

Then the left and right sides of his chest were knocked out of the formation by the stick move of [Panlong Chuhai].

Then it was Master Nie Xiang.

It was even easier for him.

He was planning to use the tiger-head stick to break through the formation, but he was hit by six different angles of stick techniques and was knocked unconscious on the spot.

Then the long stick used the principle of a seesaw to violently throw Master Nie Xiang more than five feet away.

"Donors, give up."

"The Shaolin Arhat Formation has never been broken in a hundred years. Although you are strong, you are onlyIt was just a fight between trapped beasts. "

Master Fang Sheng stopped on his own initiative.

Jia Bu and Shangguan Yun were able to escape.

Others also withdrew from the Arhat formation and licked their wounds.

Among them, the most miserable were the Mobei twin bears.

They were cannibals, so they were the most violent.

Naturally, they were given special care.

The white bear had both its arms broken.

The black bear had a big bump on its head and its legs were limping.

As for other invisible wounds, there were more.

"Everyone, please rest here for half an hour."

"Fang Sheng will not make things difficult for you. ”

Fang Sheng’s accident reappeared.

He just stood there.

His breath was steady.

He was like a statue.

But hundreds of elite members of the Demon Sect did not dare to cross the line.

“Good!”

“We, the Holy Sect, will remember Shaolin’s vengeance for blocking the way today.”

Jia Bu said indignantly: “We will report to the leader, and I hope you Shaolin can hold on by then.”

“The leader is a martial arts master, invincible in the world.”

“We will definitely help the leader to flatten Shaolin and Wudang.”

Shangguan Yun’s attitude was more direct.

“Retreat! ”

Neither of them stayed to embarrass themselves.

Turned and left.

After the others looked at each other, they all turned back.

Master Fang Sheng looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose.

Unmoved.

Just like Acalanatha.

Half a decade later.

Mount Hua.

In Ju'an Tower.

The sound of cultivation had lasted for nearly an hour.

But there was still no sign of stopping.

Perhaps a short separation is better than a new marriage.

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In short.

Escaped unscathed, even carrying Yue Buqun, who returned with honor, received the warmest reception from Ning Zhongze.

So their training this time was not only to make up for their regrets.

It was also to witness each other's achievements.

Yue Buqun rarely gave his all, so he pushed for more every time. []

Each sword could reach the extreme.

Until Ning Zhongze was exhausted and his eyes were even blurred like autumn clouds, Yue Buqun put the sword back into the sheath with a little satisfaction.

Meditate and regulate your breath.

Calm your mind and calm your breath.

After about half an incense stick.

Yue Buqun went to the cold spring in the mountains to wash carefully.

"Congratulations, Master. "

Bai Feifei came.

She didn't hide it.

She sat down on the rock beside the cold spring.

"From now on, Huashan will become a thorn in the side of the demon sect."

"Why are you happy?"

Yue Buqun's attitude was more direct.

He stood up.

Using his internal force to quickly evaporate his bodyAfter removing the water marks on the clothes, she put them on like this.

It has always been men who peek at women.

Now it’s the other way around, it’s a bit like reversing the Tian Gang.

But he is also a casual person and doesn’t bother to care.

“After the battle between the leader and Dongfang Bubai, he is qualified to be the number one in the martial arts world.”

“And the revival of our Huashan is even more unstoppable.”

Bai Feifei replied: “If you don’t like this, what else is there in the world to be happy about?”

Somehow.

She found that Yue Buqun had a different charm.

She didn’t know what this feeling was.

She couldn’t tell the details.

She couldn’t even describe it roughly.

But it didn’t matter.

Since Yue Buqun was not hypocritical, she was also happy naturally.

"Okay."

Yue Buqun looked at Bai Feifei, whose face was as red as peach blossoms, and asked: "Now that you are almost recovered, what are your plans next?"

I have to say.

Bai Feifei under the moonlight is really charming.

Perhaps she no longer has the heart-moving feeling of pity that I felt ten years ago.

But her graceful, exquisite, and moving body bathed in the moonlight is more intoxicating and graceful than usual, and even makes people want to embrace her and take care of her.

"Teach Ah Fei well."

"Stay in Huashan well, and..."

"Beside you."

Bai Feifei's last words were almost inaudible.

Yue Buqun's eyes rippled.

It's a pity that they couldn't continue.

Bai Feifei suddenly jumped away like a frightened deer.

He disappeared into the dark forest in a few seconds.

After a while.

A breeze blew in.

"So you are here."

Feng Qingyang came.

His nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.

But he did not mention anything as he was already a smart man. Instead, he asked, "Yue, what level of martial arts did Dongfang Bubai reach?"

He had just inquired about it.

Even Feng Buping and the others were amazed and terrified by Dongfang Bubai's martial arts.

But he could not describe the martial arts effect he wanted.

As a last resort.

He could only come to Yue Buqun.

".Lin Yuantu."

"And he is even stronger."

Yue Buqun used the most refined words to describe Dongfang Bubai's strength.

"It would be fine if it was just Lin Yuantu."

Feng Qingyang felt a little regretful.

He had seen Lin Yuantu.

After all, Lin Yuantu retired at the age of 70.

Feng Qingyang's active period overlapped with his for many years.

Naturally, he had also seen Lin Yuantu's 72-way sword technique to ward off evil spirits.

"Master, don't worry."

Yue Buqun said: "If Dongfang Bubai continues to use the sword, he will never be able to surpass Master."

The Dugu Nine Swords are naturally resistant to all kinds of swordsmanship in the world.

Even the Exorcist Sword is no exception.

"Oh?"

"Is there another way to practice Dongfang Bubai's magic?"

Feng Qingyang became interested.

You must know that everyone's energy is limited.

No matter how talented you are, it is impossible to practice all martial arts skills to the extreme.

Basically, most martial artists will only specialize in one field.

"This..."

Yue Buqun took out Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needle.

When Feng Qingyang saw this thing that was no more than an inch long, almost blown by the wind and unsinkable in the water, a chill rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"This thing is specifically designed to break the internal Qi."

"And it can't be absorbed by the Star Absorbing Technique, and it's hard for swords and knives to hit it."

"The worst thing is that fists, palms and fingers are all easily broken by it."

Yue Buqun described the battle with Dongfang Bubai in detail, especially the final injury process.

Then he said in a serious tone: "If Dongfang Bubai transforms his sword skills into needle skills, it will be even more difficult to contain him."

Although this is the inevitable process of practicing the Sunflower Manual.

But Yue Buqun still has no absolute confidence to win the Embroidery Needle version of Dongfang Bubai.

"Yes."

"Ordinary martial arts masters are completely vulnerable to such a strange weapon."

Feng Qingyang doesn't need to pretend in front of Yue Buqun.

The worries are expressed directly.

No need to cover up.

So.

Feng Qingyang asked, "Young Yue, are you sure in three years?"

Then (Zhao Zhao) he even said, "If you are not sure, then let the old man fight for you. I believe that with the old man's identity, he should be able to get through it."

This last sentence is purely a desire for self-sacrifice.

Yue Buqun was very moved.

But he still shook his head and said, "I was able to beat him twice before, and the third time will be no problem."

Although the Demon Cult claimed to the whole martial arts world that both sides were injured and evenly matched.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Dongfang Bubai had lost half a hand.

"How to crack it?"

Feng Qingyang is also a sword fanatic.

He yearned in his heart.

"Three ways."

Yue Buqun said, "First, there will be another breakthrough in Zixia's magic."

Feng Qingyang opened his mouth slightly, thinking it was unlikely.

But he couldn't bear to say it.

Yue Buqun raised his second finger and said, "Second, my swordsmanship, especially the Dugu Nine Swords, can be practiced to the breaking qi style."

Feng Qingyang understood.

With Yue Buqun's swordsmanship talent, it will be no problem within ten years.

But now there are only three years left.

"As for the third."

"That is that my finger-snapping skill can also reach the level of Dongfang Bubai."

Yue Buqun smiled bitterly and said, "What he can do at that time, I can do too, and it's even better.Excellent."

This is not Yue Buqun's fantasy.

His current finger-snapping skill is only at the fifth level, and he almost caught all of Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needles.

What about the sixth level?

Or even the seventh level?

"Practice sword."

Feng Qingyang said very seriously: "In the next three years, you will practice sword wholeheartedly, and leave the other trivialities to us."

"Don't be so crazy."

Yue Buqun said: "Besides, Dongfang Bubai still has a lot of troubles to solve."

"He also has troubles?"

Feng Qingyang's face was full of disbelief.

"Let's not talk about other things..."

"Dongfang Bubai and Shaolin have an immediate account to settle."

Yue Buqun was very sure.

Because this is the inevitability of history..