"You borrowed the power of the Seven Injury Fists from Elders Zong and Tang to break Gang Leader Shi's arm. You used the magical power of the Demon Sect's Suppression 'Great Shift of the Universe'!"
Master Miejie's voice, as cold as the ice and snow of the twelfth lunar month, came from the side. Although his face was quite beautiful but never smiled, it was covered with a layer of intense murderous intent. The gray cloth robe on his body moved without wind, and it was obviously that he was sneaking in. The true anger may explode at any time.
Her senior brother Gu Hongzi once competed with Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the Bright Sect of the Ming Dynasty. As a result, the "Yitian Sword" was taken away from his hand before it was unsheathed. She was so angry that she fell ill and died.
The reason why Yang Xiao was able to seize the sword from Gu Hongzi was, firstly, through trickery, and secondly, because of the "Great Shift of the Universe" taught to him by Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Ming Cult.
Just now she saw that Hu Yuan used one hand to use the mysterious technique, which was quite similar to the legendary "Great Shift of the Universe", and this made her become furious.
Behind her, a beautiful girl looked worried, but she still held an ancient sheathed sword to Mie Mie's side where she could unsheath it by raising her hand.
Hu Yuan, however, was unhurried and said with a calm smile: "Master, please don't misunderstand me. Pindao's Kung Fu is called 'Moving Flowers and Joining Jade', and it incorporates some tips from the Tai Chi Sutra written by Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren." , and Mingjiao's 'Great Shift' are two different things."
Master Miejie's expression was still extremely stern, and he said in a deep voice: "With the Taoist master's martial arts skills, I will not say anything against my heart, so I will believe you. But I am here to ask you Xie Xun." The reason for his whereabouts is that my brother Fang Ping was brutally murdered by this thief. Just now, the Taoist priest was very eloquent and refuted Kongtong and the Beggar Clan. I wonder if he can explain this matter?"
Hu Long smiled bitterly and said: "Although your brother, the old hero Fang, is a martial artist, he only works at home and studies. Just because he is the elder brother of the Emei clan leader, Xie Xun killed him in order to force his master Cheng Kun to show up. . This move is really an indiscriminate killing of innocent people, and there is no defense for it.
"Although Shitai uses the name of 'extermination', he still behaves like an upright and famous family. Only when he faces people from the Ming Cult, his methods are too cruel. However, it is difficult to tell clearly who is who in this kind of feud and dispute between rivers and lakes. No, so even a poor person cannot comment on it."
Master Miejie's face softened a little, and his voice softened a little: "Since the Taoist Master understands the truth, please inform the poor nun about Xie Xun's whereabouts. The poor nun will be grateful!"
Hu Yuan suddenly said: "The morning glow reflects the rising sun, and the Fanbei accompanies the breeze. The snow-capped mountains have been cold for thousands of years, and Emei Peak shines alone."
Miejie Shitai didn't know its meaning, but this poem praised the beauty of Emei. As the leader of the Emei sect, she was naturally honored. At the same time, she also knew that Hu Long's poem must not be without purpose, so she only waited for his next chapter.
Sure enough, Hu Yuan then said with a smile: "Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I would like to ask Master Tai, have you ever thought that one day the Emei Sect will truly be on par with Shaolin and Wudang, or even surpass them, dominate the martial arts world, and shine through the ages?"
Although there were people from the Kunlun sect beside him, Master Jiejie did not shy away and said calmly: "As the leader of a sect, who doesn't want to carry forward his sect? Qi Pian Ni was taught and cultivated by his sect, and Emei prospered to repay his sect. This kindness is exactly the poor nun’s lifelong wish!”
He Taichong on the side felt secretly ashamed when he heard this. As the leader of the same sect, he not only never publicized his ambition to make the Kunlun sect dominate the martial arts world in front of others, but he never even thought about the possibility of realizing it in his heart.
"Master Miejie's magnanimity is indeed more impressive than many men's."
Hu Long applauded and praised, and then asked,
"In this case, I would like to know, in Master Tai's heart, which one is more important, the ambition to prosper the sect or the revenge for killing his brother?"
Having said this, his eyes fell on the ancient sword held by the girl next to Master Miejie.
After a moment of astonishment, Master Miejie also turned her head and glanced at the sword, then changed her color and shouted: "What do you mean by this?"
Hu Long smiled and said, "That's what Master Tai is thinking."
Master Miejie's expression changed several times, and she asked in a deep voice, "How much do you know?"
Hu Long said leisurely: "In the past few years, Pindao traveled around the world. Due to coincidences, he gained some news and things that others didn't know. For example, a few years ago, Pindao found a movie from a very secret place. Yue Wumu’s Art of War legacy..."
"What do you want?"
Master Jue's expression turned cold again, and her voice became cold again. She interrupted Hu Long and asked.
Hu Long spread his hands and said, "It's not what Pindao wants, but what choice will you make, Master?"
The conversation between the two was somewhat confusing. Not only the Kunlun sect on the side were confused, but also the dozen or so Emei disciples behind Master Jue.
Master Miejie suddenly sneered: "What if the poor nun says he doesn't want to make a choice, but wants both?"
Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly swept forward like the wind. At the same time, a cold blue light suddenly appeared in her hand, but she had already pulled out the ancient sword beside her. Her wrist vibrated and she stabbed Hu Huan eight times in a row.
The sword is quick to draw, the position is accurate, the sword moves are strange, and the sword energy is sharp. It really has the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods.
"Good swordsmanship!"
While Hu Yuan was praising calmly in his mouth, he swayed left and right, swayed forward and back like a drunkard, and escaped from the gap of the eight swords in a blink of an eye.
Then he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it. The girl holding the sword who was beside Master Miejie screamed in surprise. The scabbard in her hand was snatched away by a strong force, and fell into Hu Long's palm as if being dragged by an invisible rope.
"How brave!"
Master Miejie was furious when he saw this, and a long sword filled with biting coldness turned into a streak of blue lightning, and stabbed Hu Long's heart with a fierce force that would only come back with blood.
Hu Long's slightly fat body was like a weightless feather, and seemed to be stirred by the sword energy coming from the opponent's sword, flying back flutteringly.
While his figure flew back with the force of the sword, the scabbard in his hand drew circles in front of him out of thin air, connected end to end, from large to small. The scabbard emitted a lingering, gentle and continuous true energy that was as gentle as water. The long sword stabbing his body was densely wrapped around him.
Master Miejie saw the tip of his long sword flashing a little cold star, always one foot away from the opponent's heart. He also felt that the long sword seemed to be dragged forward by an invisible force, as if it was trying to get out of his control, and he felt horrified in his heart. Yu then wanted to withdraw his sword.
However, Hu Hao suddenly let out a long laugh, accelerated his body and flew back to widen the distance between the two sides. The energy he released was dragged away. At the same time, he pointed the mouth of the scabbard in his hand forward and shouted: "The Yitian Sword is not back in its sheath yet." , wait until when!”
Following this shout, an extremely terrifying suction force came out of the scabbard.
The long sword suddenly resembled a blue dragon that shook its head and tail. The sword's body vibrated and made a clanging sound. It broke free from Master Miejie's hand and inserted it into the scabbard with a click. It fit perfectly.
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded as they looked at Hu Long, who was standing with a sword in his arms and a smile. The whole place was silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
