Ling Yihong, the head of Huashan, was only fifty years old. He was able to take the position of head because there was no successor in Huashan, which could also be said to be arbitrary.
Thirty years ago, Huashan Mei Changhua died in Maple Grove, and Ling Yihong became the leader.
Although Ling Yihong was also afraid of the Heavenly Lord in front of him, he was better than the others.
Looking at him randomly, he said, "I don't like others playing tricks in front of me."
Ling Yihong said with some fear: "I, I don't know what your Majesty means? If it is because of the rudeness of the traitor just now, Ling is willing to apologize to your Majesty."
Randomly said: "When he came out, you could have called him to stop him, but you didn't."
Ling Yihong suddenly felt cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a trembling voice: "I... I just didn't have time to react."
Randomly said: "There will always be a price for testing me, so leave one hand behind."
He was indeed testing to see if the so-called Heavenly Lord was really as rumored, so the moment Ling Yihong stepped into the hall, he glanced at the most incompetent disciple under his sect.
But he never imagined that an arm would be broken just by doing this.
Ling Yihong looked at the other four heads...their heads were lower.
Ling Yihong understood and understood how much these people were afraid of Tianjun. They would rather watch him lose an arm than dare to plead for him.
Everyone is swallowing their anger, but at this moment, some people can't hold it in anymore.
I heard a voice coming from outside the hall: "Donor, stay here!"
An old monk came outside the door. His Buddhist name was "Master Tianjie". He was the first elder of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy and the oldest elder. Master Tianjie's status in Shaolin was not as high as The abbot is low.
In the past few decades, Shaolin has always behaved itself. Even thirty years ago, Shaolin did not send any disciples to participate in the battle in Maple Grove.
All this happened only because Tianhui, the previous abbot, ordered the disciples in the temple not to cross paths with Tianjun.
However, Abbot Tianhui passed away seven years ago, so Master Tianjie appeared here.
Master Tianjie came in and said, "Amitabha, don't you think this is too much to deceive others?"
Ranyi said calmly: "I'm used to being domineering, so I don't think it's anything."
Master Tianjie was stunned for a moment, then held back his anger and said, "Since the donor knows that he is too domineering, why does he still do this?"
Looking at the monk Ranran, he suddenly said: "Are you asking me to change it?"
Master Tianjie clasped his hands together and said sarcastically: "Amitabha, knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. The benefactor is a scholar of heaven and man. How can he not understand such a simple truth?"
Randomly said: "But I only speak my own truth."
Master Tianjie asked: "What's your point?"
Ranyi smiled slightly and said: "My principle is that whoever has good martial arts is justified. My martial arts is the best in the world, so no matter what I do, it is justified. Whether it is right or wrong, you have to do whatever I want. "
Everyone in the hall was stunned when they heard this. They had never heard of such a truth before, and their eyes were opened today.
Master Tianjie gritted his teeth and said, "Anything, anything, I can do whatever I want."
After the old monk finished speaking, he punched him first, which shocked everyone present. Facing this demon, no one would shy away from him. How dare this Master of the Heavenly Ring strike first?
His boxing technique was originally based on static braking, avoiding the real and attacking the weak. Now, his technique is focused on striking, hitting with hits, a combination of falling and hitting, and each move is extremely offensive and defensive.
This set of Shaolin boxing is not very advanced. His most outstanding thing is the body-protecting Qi. The old monk practices Shaolin body-protecting magical skills.
Seeing Master Tianjie take action, Ling Yihong immediately drew his sword and stabbed his throat.
He didn't want to break his arm, so he took the opportunity to attack secretly. In fact, Ling Yihong had already thought about it and was waiting for the opportunity. With Tianjun's arrogance and arrogance, the two will definitely fight each other. As long as the two of them move, he will draw his sword and attack them secretly.
If he could kill Tianjun, no one would call him despicable and shameless. Not only would he be able to save his arm, but he would also be able to accomplish miracles in one fell swoop. By then, he would be so famous that even the Huashan Sect would be able to join him in shaking up the world!
I thought so, but it turned out to be not what I expected!
The sword is shining, the fist is whistling, but the movement is calm and calm.
When the sword came and the fist came, he waved and pointed.
The most astonishing and terrifying thing is his martial arts talent. His self-created martial arts is continuously improved by him almost every day.
The five fingers of the Divine Seal have now become the Nether Finger, the Golden Secret Finger, the Ten Thousand Calamity Finger, the Soul-fixing Finger, and the Yuan-Breaking Finger. The names have changed, and the fingering methods have become more subtle and mysterious.
The "Po Yuan Zhi" whizzed across the air and landed on the old monk's valve, and then the "Golden Secret Finger" flicked out the finger force. As soon as the finger force came out of the fingertip, it was like sword energy, as fast as lightning, and it cut towards Ling Yihong's throat.
In an instant, Master Tianjie howled miserably, vomited blood, and flew upside down.
Ling Yihong's sword stopped and the head fell to the ground.
After just two indifferent words, Ling Yihong died, Master Tianjie was crippled, and everything was over.
Randomly put down his hands, put his hands back into his long sleeves, and then everyone's heads rested on their chests.
No one opened their mouths, no one raised their heads, and even the sound of breathing miraculously disappeared.
Looking at everything in front of her, Qingqing asked softly: "Is this a world where the strong fight and the weak are humble?"
"Yes, so they can only live humblely."
After he finished speaking, he turned to shopkeeper Xie and said, "Let's go."
Of course shopkeeper Xie wants to leave. He is afraid that if he doesn't leave, there won't be many people alive here.
As the footsteps faded away, someone slowly raised his head.
Taoist Priest Ziyang of Wudang was the first to make a move. He glared at the disciples behind him whose legs and feet were weak. He fired out a few blasts of Qi with his trembling hands to help them concentrate, and then led his disciples to rush towards the door.
Then, Diancang, Kunlun, Kongtong... everyone walked in a hurry, everyone looked horrified, and everyone's feet were empty. Within a moment, there was no one in the hall.
They arrived in high spirits, got on the Xie family's magnificent boat, and were welcomed to the villa like distinguished guests.
But when I walked, I almost rolled and crawled.
No one wants to die. People who want to die will not live until now. Even people who are not afraid of life and death will not seek death.
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When they came to the backyard, shopkeeper Xie retreated, and Xie Xiaoyu appeared in front of them.
She obediently led Ranran and Qingqing to a closed door.
There was a rusty iron lock on the door, and four people were standing in front of it.
The four of them are not young anymore, at least over sixty years old. They are the sword slaves of the Xie family. Forty years have passed since they were twenty years old.
Xie Xiaoyu's face turned pale, and she forced a smile and said: "Your Majesty, I can't enter this courtyard. They... they will never let anyone in."
Randomly ignored it and walked over.
Qingqing followed him and noticed that the four people looked at him as if they knew him.
The four of them had indeed seen Ran Ran, so the four of them did not dare to stop him because it would be useless.
Xie Xiaoyu watched in surprise as the four people opened the door, cut off the iron lock with one finger, and pushed the door open.
Behind the door is a thatched pavilion. It is very simple and there is nothing in the pavilion, but luckily there is still room to sit. When Xuanyi saw Xie Xiaofeng, he also saw Xuanyuan.
Compared with thirty years ago, Xuanyuan no longer coughs and his face is redder, but Xie Xiaofeng has gray hair and a few more wrinkles on his face.
This is the first time Qingqing has seen this peerless swordsman. With a calm face and a calm expression, except for the complicated eyes, he seems to be just an ordinary "old man".
In fact, Xie Xiaofeng looks young.
Ranran walked over with Qingqing and sat down.
Xie Xiaofeng placed the tea cup and poured the tea...
