"Good boy!" Hu Long clapped and laughed.
Ah Fei, however, did not look at Bai Xiaosheng's corpse lying on the ground because he could not believe it, and he did not pay attention to Sun Xiaohong and Zhu Houzhao who came up to congratulate him. Their bodies were like the wind, and they swept up to Hu Huan and fell to the ground, choking. : "Master has painstakingly taught and cultivated me for ten years, and it is difficult for my disciple to repay him with his body."
Now that he has stepped into the realm of innateness, he has a broader world in front of him. When he looks back, he can easily understand more thoroughly that the master teaches and cultivates him in accordance with his own situation, and creates a young man who is not weak at all. The innate grandmaster is so amazing and has spent so much effort.
Hu Long pulled him up and scolded him with a smile: "You are my master's founding disciple. How come you can't learn a little bit of the freedom and ease of my master? How come you behave like this?"
At this point, he took out the martial arts secret book that Shen Lang had entrusted to him from his arms, stuffed it into A Fei's arms, and said with a smile: "Your father's things have been stored in my master's place for several years, and now I can finally use them." I leave it to you. I accidentally got an idea while flipping through it, and made a few notes at random. You can take a look at it when you are free."
A Fei opened a page at random and saw that in the gap between the text of a sword technique, there were densely written in small regular script. This sword technique was explained in a profound and simple way. The depth of thought used was definitely not an "accidental rise", and he felt more and more in his heart. I am grateful to this mentor who usually has no teacher-like demeanor, but finally I no longer express my gratitude in words or in words.
After Ah Fei put away the secret book, Hu Long patted him on the shoulder and walked forward, smiling towards the Xinhu Lake opposite: "Master, the irrelevant people and things have been taken care of, now let's get back to the things between us. Poor. Dao has long heard that the Shaolin Arhat Formation is extremely powerful. In the past, the leader of the Demon Sect, the Son of Blood God, rampaged across the Central Plains without a single opponent. However, he was trapped by this formation for three days and three nights. He died of exhaustion and hatred. Today, I am with you all. When you meet an eminent monk, you should not just pass it by and miss it. How about we all come and learn from each other?"
Xinhu smiled bitterly, and secretly sighed in his heart: "No wonder you can teach a disciple like Zhu Shou, it turns out that you are such a cunning and cunning person. Now, although it is still inevitable to have to do something, the relationship between host and guest has changed. The ebb and flow of their momentum is also very different. Moreover, the Duke of Zhen leads a large number of imperial guards to suppress the formation. Even if I can gain the upper hand with the Arhat Formation, I will definitely not be able to kill him. On the contrary, as long as you can persist in the Arhat Formation for a period of time, If you stop fighting before the signs of defeat are revealed, you can rely on your record of escaping undefeated from the Arhat Formation to add a touch of glory to your reputation of being undefeated!"
In fact, his guess was a bit like judging a gentleman with a villain's heart - although whether Hu Long can be called a gentleman is still open to question.
After coming to this world and being promoted to the Innate Realm naturally, Hu Yuan's martial arts skills improved at an extremely fast rate every day, and now he seems to have touched the ceiling of the Innate Realm.
When it comes to combat power, apart from the young old man Wu Ming who lived on a remote island and secretly fiddled with things as Shen Lang said back then, and who was suspected of having surpassed the innate realm and become a great master, Hu Long was confident that it would be difficult to find any opponent in the world.
His ultimate purpose of coming to Songshan this time was to experience the Shaolin Arhat Formation in person, to see if this unique set of formations that could maintain Shaolin's reputation for thousands of years could put some pressure on himself and thereby benefit from it.
Xinhu guessed Hu Long's intentions wrongly, and was quite hesitant in his heart. He suddenly heard a sentence from his seventh junior brother Xinjian using the technique of "transmitting sounds into secrets": "Senior brother, Taoist Hu Long has already spoken. If you push If you refuse to fight, you may damage Shaolin’s reputation!”
Xinhu was shocked when he heard this, and quickly weighed the pros and cons. He thought that although the ending of a draw was not good-looking, it was better than being called a coward after all. What's more... if he could fully activate the supreme power of the formation from the beginning. , forcing Hu Long to appear defeated in the shortest possible time, and giving up at that time will only show the generosity and tolerance of Shaolin Baidao leader.
"Since Taoist Master Hu Yuan is willing to give you wise teachings, the poor monks and others should be your companions. Please be merciful to Taoist Master."
With humble words in his mouth, Xinhu reached into his sleeve and took out a black iron ruler that was only half a foot long and about two fingers wide.
This "wary ruler" is a rare treasure passed down from generation to generation in Shaolin. It is forged from the extremely rare mother magnet. It is good at restraining all metal-forged weapons and hidden weapons.
The remaining six Shaolin leaders have been with Xinhu for many years. When they saw him taking out this magical weapon that had not been used against the enemy for more than 20 years, they all guessed his intention, so they each took it from under their generous monk robes. Taking out the hidden swords, short sticks, hand weapons and other personal weapons, the remaining eleven Shaolin disciples grasped the heavy eight-edged iron long sticks in their hands and re-arranged the starting position of the "Arhat Formation".
Hu Long waved his hands to make several disciples with concerned expressions step back a distance, then he also put his right hand into his left sleeve, and pulled out the four-foot-long "Netherworld Sword" like a magic trick.
As soon as the long wooden sword, which looked like light yellow crystals, was in his hands, it turned into a ball of crystal light and covered his whole body, and his whole body crashed towards the eighteen Shaolin monks like a giant curled up hedgehog.
Xinhu moved his body sideways to block Hu Huan from the front, and the "Warning Ruler" in his hand phantomed into a black screen of light.
In a series of crisp clanking sounds, the iron ruler and the wooden sword collided hundreds of times.
Although Xinhu had to retreat step by step to neutralize Hu Long's sword force, which was as violent as thunder and as heavy as a mountain, it finally blocked his path slightly and did not allow him to advance forward.
The moment they faced Hu Long in front of Xinhu, the other seventeen Shaolin monks opened and closed to wrap Hu Long into the Arhat Formation.
As soon as the formation was formed, Hu Long immediately sensed that the moves, momentum and even the skills of these eighteen people were integrated into one. Any attack by any one of them contained the unique surging power of the fusion of the eighteen people.
This kind of power, even the current Hu Yun did not dare to ignore it. He immediately used the movement technique of "Drunken Immortal Steps on the Moon, Drunk Walking to Lose His Traces". His light and fat figure staggered around like a drunken man, and he staggered like a drunken man. An insubstantial shadow shuttled through the narrow gap where eighteen weapons intertwined.
At the same time, he used the "left and right fighting" method that he had pondered in his previous life. The "Netherworld Sword" in his right hand used the "Eight Swordsmanship of Xuandu", while his left hand used his bare hands to evolve the "Eight Techniques of Drunken Dreams in the Red Dust, Returning to Hiding". , unleashing countless subtle and mysterious killer moves.
During this period, he relied on his "Heaven Seeing and Earth Hearing" supernatural ability to capture every subtle change of the eighteen Shaolin monks and the formations they performed. He could always see things that others could not see, hear things that others could not hear, and discover in time that others could not. Perceived crises and opportunities.
In this way, the power of the attack is multiplied by the technique of combined attacks by clones, and the supernatural power is used to seek good luck and avoid disaster. If there is divine help, it can withstand the huge pressure of the Eighteen Arhat Formation for a while.
Seeing that the two sides were fighting more and more intensely, the aftermath of the turbulent energy caused sand to fly, rocks to fly, and vegetation to break within a radius of ten feet. Zhu Houzhao and Sun Xiaohong, who were watching the battle on the sidelines, were so nervous that they could not breathe.
No matter how confident they were in their master, the reputation of the Shaolin Arhat Formation was so prestigious that they couldn't help but worry about Hu Long.
"Senior Brother Fei, Master...does he have any chance of winning?"
Sun Xiaohong asked Ah Fei, who still looked calm next to her, her graceful and clear voice becoming a little dry due to nervousness.
"Don't worry," A Fei said calmly, "Master always puts the word 'steadiness' first in his actions. Now that he takes action, at least he can be sure that he will be safe."
At this moment, Xinhu was also secretly amazed. He felt that the martial arts skills displayed by Hu Yuan were truly extraordinary, and he was afraid that he had really caught up with the Blood God Son, the invincible leader of the demon sect who dominated the Central Plains. If this is true, the prospects for today's battle are not optimistic.
Everyone knows that the Shaolin Sect used the Arhat Formation to trap and kill the Blood God's Son, but they don't know that in exchange for this achievement, the eighteen Shaolin monks who participated in the war used the secret method to stimulate their potential regardless of the cost.
Although he succeeded in consuming the Blood God Son in the end, the eighteen Shaolin monks also passed away one after another within three years.
If it weren't for Shaolin's profound foundation for thousands of years, any other sect would have declined due to the sudden loss of many masters, including the leader.
"Does it have to be..."
An extremely dangerous thought appeared in Xinhu's mind and was extinguished by him.
As the head of a sect, and the head of a sect that has lasted for thousands of years like Shaolin, although he preaches justice and has some martial spirit in his heart, what he considers most is profit after all.
Although the relationship between Hu Long and Shaolin is not friendly now, it is far from the point where they are incompatible with each other. Moreover, the current situation will make it difficult to kill Hu Long and sacrifice the lives of eighteen Shaolin masters including himself. , just for a chance to defeat Hu Yuan and earn back face. As a mature leader, he would definitely not be so unwise.
What's more, Xinhu also guessed that even if he used the deadly weapon, he might not be able to defeat Hu Long.
He clearly remembered that during the battle at the Songshan Fengchan Platform, Hu Long had revealed the Qinggong movement technique of a clone phantom and the secret method of stimulating potential and increasing the power of the attack. If Hu Long had used these methods, it was still unclear who would win in the end. .
While calculating the pros and cons over and over again in his mind, the two sides had been fighting fiercely for half an hour. Hu Yuan's left palm and right sword became more and more courageous as he fought, without any sign of embarrassment.
Seeing this, Xinhu finally made a decision: "That's all, there is no need to care about temporary gains and losses. If you are invincible in the world, you will only be able to enjoy the glory for more than ten years at most. When this era of yours passes, Shaolin will still be the thousand-year-old The prosperous Shaolin!"
He acted very decisively. Now that he had made the decision in his heart, he no longer hesitated and immediately shouted: "Everyone, stop it!"
After saying that, the first one retreated.
Seeing this, the other monks also retreated.
Hu Long was just trying out his moves this time. When he saw that the other party took the initiative to stop, but it was difficult to pursue him, he could only stop with some regret.
Xinhu put away the "Heart Ruler", clasped his hands towards Hu Yuan and said: "The Taoist priest is proficient in martial arts, and the Shaolin sect is convinced that he lost today. This time, Shaolin was deceived by Bai Xiaosheng and almost made a serious mistake. The mountain will be closed for ten years." To atone for this sin.”
Hu Long was startled for a moment, and then he understood the intention of the other party's move, and sneered in his heart: "What a flexible and flexible old monk, this move of retreating in order to advance is really clever. It's a pity that what the poor Taoist wants is not a temporary fame. There will be a day when you regret it!"
Vertex mobile phone reading address
