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

The leader of the Demon Sect, Dongfang Bubai, openly posted a challenge.

He challenged Shaolin.

Not Wudang, Kongtong, Tianshan and other big sects.

No wonder the two prides of the Ding family were shocked and Feng Buping was disgusted.

No wonder Hengshan and other sects closed their doors.

No wonder Yue Buqun would rather enjoy himself in Huashan than attend the so-called martial arts feast.

No.

Yue Buqun started to enjoy the moon again.

Under the moonlight.

Listening to the rain by the pine trees.

The long ribbon fluttered in the bright sky.

Although she was wearing light clothes, she didn't feel cold at all.

The white and slender ten fingers plucked the guqin.

The sound of the guqin was like spring water and mountain stream.

Sometimes it is clear and pleasant, sometimes it touches people's hearts.

Gradually.

The sound of the piano is gentle and continuous.

Like a spring flowing slowly from a deep valley.

There is a strong reluctance in the coldness.

Yue Buqun's mind is extremely peaceful at this time.

There is also an indescribable joy.

Beautiful.

Bai Feifei used to be very beautiful.

Now she has been given another level of beauty.

He couldn't give a specific evaluation.

But he had a sense of freshness in re-understanding Bai Feifei.

At this time.

I don't know if it's love.

Or maybe it's the wind in my heart. ?

The snow-white dress on Bai Feifei's shoulders suddenly slipped off.

Shoulders whiter than mutton-fat jade.

Skin smoother than a pigeon's chest.

Merged with the moonlight.

Extended a kind of indescribable love.

The song ended.

People did not leave.

Bai Feifei lightly pressed the strings with her ten fingers.

She raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and did not speak, just looking at Yue Buqun quietly.

"Fairy under the moon?"

"Fairy in white?"

Yue Buqun said, and he laughed first.

"It doesn't matter what it is."

"It's enough that you like it."

It was the first time that Bai Feifei played for someone wholeheartedly.

Many people.

Including those who thought they knew her.

They didn't know she had this talent.

"I wish I had known it earlier."

Yue Buqun used the simplest words to encapsulate his emotions.

The more I get to know Bai Feifei, the more I feel her versatility, and the more I can't stop wanting her.

"No wine tonight?"

Bai Feifei smiled.

For a moment.

It's so beautiful.

"I brought it."

Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "But I don't want the alcohol to blind my eyes."

It's not a love talk.

It's more like a love talk.

"You are a grandmaster."

"How can a mere alcohol make you confused?"

Bai Feifei's smile became sweeter.

Here.

Until now.

She no longer needs to suppress her emotions.

Just watching quietly and happily.

"Wine doesn't make people drunk."

"But you can."

Yue Buqun unscrewed the wine pot and gently pushed it.

Bai Feifei leaned slightly and drank from the pot.

Her beautiful eyes slowly lit up.

"This is a different wine."

"It has the beauty of the osmanthus flowers blooming in October, and the regret of the coming winter."

Bai Feifei tasted the meaning of the wine.

She also seemed to sense the urgency hidden in Yue Buqun's heart.

"Even wine tasting can be so poetic."

"It seems that I have to be a dilettante."

Yue Buqun's eyes were initially fixed.

Then he pointed at the strange grass on the side that was far from blooming.

The strange grass flourished.

The buds condensed.

After a while.

A not very bright yellow flower bloomed leisurely.

Pick it.

A snap of the fingers.

This little yellow flower, which was born as an early flower, fell into Bai Feifei's hands.

"Originally, I wanted to give you an unforgettable scene of yellow petals all over the sky, facing the wind and sending the moon."

"But there are too few flowers and plants here."

Yue Buqun pointed out the difficulty.

This time it's not that I don't want to.

It's just that a clever man can't make a meal without rice.

"No need."

"This is enough."

Bai Feifei pinned the little yellow flower to her chest.

Take another sip.

Then the wine pot was returned to Yue Buqun's hands.

Yue Buqun also tasted it lightly.

"By the way."

Bai Feifei asked: "Are you not worried about tomorrow's decisive battle?"

She was referring to Dongfang Bubai's challenge to Shaolin.

Now the whole martial arts world.

Nothing is more grand and touching than this matter.

Even if the old emperor is dying.

The world is about to change dynasties.

It can't divert the attention of the martial artists in the world.

"Why worry?"

Yue Buqun said calmly: "There is no point in worrying about certain things that are already destined, it just adds to the troubles."

"Is Dongfang Bubai really that strong?"

Bai Feifei hesitated a little.

She is not deaf.

Naturally she knows the news that the whole martial arts world is buzzing about.

Break the dog-beating formation, defeat the dragon, break the Zhenwu seven-section formation, suppress the Taiji magic...

And so on.

Even if only one of these achievements can make this person a legend in the martial arts world.

Not to mention that all of them are now concentrated on one person.

"He is stronger than any of you can imagine."

After learning how Dongfang Bubai broke the Zhenwu seven-section formation, Yue Buqun knew that Dongfang Bubai had also broken through.

Her acupuncture skills began to show their ferocity.

This is her era.

It is also her glory.

"But Dongfang Bubai is only one person no matter how strong he is."

Bai Feifei said confidently: "With the usual style of Shaolin, they will definitely prepare a perfect plan to target Dongfang Bubai to the core."

She is too familiar with the so-called righteous ways of the martial arts.

Especially after knowing the secret of the separation of Huashan Qi and Sword.

She even sneered at Shaolin and Wudang.

"I admit that the thousand-year heritage of Shaolin Temple is terrible."

Yue Buqun laughed and said: "But some people cannot be targeted just because you want to." (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

If Dongfang Bubai is still in the state of Pixie Sword, it is indeed possible to target him.

But it has reached the Embroidery Needle era.

Especially in the period when Yang Lianting, the fatal flaw, did not exist.

Dongfang Bubai is almost unsolvable.

"Like you?"[]

Bai Feifei looked at Yue Buqun with a smile.

Yue Buqun's martial arts.

In her eyes, it was so high that it was unbelievable.

It was so high that it surpassed the scope of martial arts.

The so-called ultimate martial arts that she had seen before were nothing in front of Yue Buqun.

"(caag) I'm not so arrogant."

Yue Buqun responded softly.

Try the wine in response.

"That's right."

"If you are like that..."

Bai Feifei couldn't continue.

Because Yue Buqun had already raised his wine.

Towards the full moon.

Towards the future.

"A toast to tomorrow's reckless man."

Yue Buqun drank heavily.

The sound of the piano also sounded.

This is an ambush from all sides.

It is a preview.

It is also a pity.

The next day.

Shaoshi Mountain under the scorching sun.

Drums are beating hard.

The sound is deafening.

Because Dongfang Bubai is here.

She is dressed in red and goes to the meeting alone.

She appears at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain just like that.

"Has Dongfang Bubai gone mad?"

"She really went there alone!"

The head of Kunlun Sect, Zhenshanzi, was full of suspicion.

At this moment, he even suspected that Dongfang Bubai was not in a good mind.

"The more skilled you are, the more courageous you are."

"No, this guy is so skilled in martial arts that he looks down on everyone."

The face of Jie Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, showed an unnatural look.

Then he thought of something.

A smile slowly emerged.

Can no longer suppress it.

"You are so stupid."

Zuo Lengchan cursed fiercely: "If all of you demons came out, you would still have a chance to survive, but your stupidity buried all the chances of luck."

It is very close to Shaolin Temple.

Songshan Sect must naturally support it with all its strength.

This time he brought six great guards with him, just to be able to kill the distressed Dongfang Bubai together with his fellow disciples.

Even if it was becauseHe was willing to do anything to bring discredit to the Songshan Sect.

Only those who had personally experienced the horror of Dongfang Bubai.

would they do it at all costs.

"If it was the headmaster's junior brother..."

"Would he make the same choice?"

Feng Buping's thoughts were simple.

He changed his perspective.

Changed his way of thinking.

Discovered that this was not a dead end.

It was just that his thoughts could not be deduced further.

Because he saw that the seven elders of Kongtong Sect nodded to Master Fangzheng in tacit understanding, and then led a large group of people down the mountain.

Moreover, because a fight had already broken out at the entrance of Shaolin.

"Dongfang Bubai."

"Today, I will use your head to commemorate my father."

The young head of Tianshan Sect led the crowd out.

Formed a battle array at the gate.

The amazing thing is that no one in the Shaolin Temple stopped the Tianshan Sect from taking such an overstepping action.

"The Tianshan Sect?"

"I remember now."

"It's the sect whose leader couldn't even hold out for three breaths under my hand."

Dongfang Bubai tried to recall.

Finally, it dawned on him.

But his words completely angered the Tianshan Sect.

"Kill!"

The young leader of the Tianshan Sect drew his sword in horror.

The other four swords stabbed out from different angles.

The Tianshan swordsmanship was strange and inexplicable.

At first glance, it seemed that there was no force at all, but it was all aimed at the enemy's fatal point.

This vicious swordsmanship, like a ghost.

It refreshed the cognition of the Central Plains martial arts.

Flash.

Dongfang Bubai retreated leisurely.

Instantly distanced himself.

Also avoided the encirclement of the five swords.

However, the Tianshan Sword Formation kept shrinking and suppressing.

Each time, there were at least four or five swords, and several deadly attacks from different angles.

Each formation could have nine changes, constantly evolving, and layered.

"Nine Palace Sword Formation?"

Master Chongxu frowned.

Because the Nine Palace Sword Formation in his memory was not so magical.

"No."

"It is said that the founder of the Tianshan Sect got some martial arts fragments in the ruins of Tianshan and comprehended a lot of unique skills."

Master Fangzheng shook his head and replied: "This Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions Sword Formation is said to be a legacy of that year. I thought it was just the level of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, but I didn't expect it to hide so many mysteries."

At this time.

The young leader of Tianshan evolved again.

The Seven Swordsmen descended from Tianshan.

Each of them took the fatal pass.

Finally...

Dongfang Bubai drew his sword.

For a moment, the sword light poured out.

Blood splashed in front of his eyes, and then life quickly withered like slaughtered livestock.

Shelf the sword.

Continue to climb the mountain.

From beginning to end, Dongfang Bubai never took a serious look at the Tianshan Sect.

He couldn't even remember what the young leader of the Tianshan Sect was.Like this.

He just walked away without looking back.

Bang.

The young leader of Tianshan knelt down.

The blood on his forehead kept flowing down.

Beside him were the bodies of dozens of fellow disciples.

Until his death.

He could not close his eyes. .