Ke Xiaoliang will not care how Shaoyang mobilizes the Ten Demon Sects.
Since I chose Shaoyang, of course it was because I believed in him.
What's more,... the position of vanguard does not necessarily have to be from the Ten Demon Sect.
The Ten Demons Sect is just suitable, not the only one.
Either the Sword Sect or the Zhenwu Sect can take this position.
And Ke Xiaoliang has also made corresponding arrangements.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang had drifted along the river to the lower reaches of Qingjiang River in Gaowu World, and merged into the mighty Longjiang River.
This ancestor of water veins runs almost throughout the entire world of Gaowu. Its water power is abundant and it is a breathtaking sight.
However, not far away on the isolated peak where the two sides faced each other, there were several people waiting for Ke Xiaoliang's arrival.
When the boat slowly sailed to the narrow river, an invisible wall of air blocked the way forward.
A man in Tsing Yi with half black and half white hair and an empty cuff on his left arm crossed the river and stood directly opposite the boat.
Ke Xiaoliang stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the man standing in front of him, with a look of reminiscence on his face.
"The one-armed madman Mu Shaoren, I haven't seen him for many years." Ke Xiaoliang said with superb acting skills, as if he didn't even know that what was under this skin was actually a soul from another world.
"Stop talking nonsense! They say you are the only one in the world, unparalleled. I don't believe it...so I want to fight you." said the Baotongjie monk who controlled Mu Shaoren's skin.
This monk was the one who first approached Peng Tuishan and played a double role with Mr. Wang, forcing Peng Tuishan to sell the information at a low price.
Ke Xiaoliang looked at Mu Shaoren and sighed: "Why are you doing this? Isn't that how your left arm was broken? If you lose your right hand again, you will be miserable late at night and unable to sleep alone. , what else can you use to pass the boring time and inexplicable loneliness?”
The monk who controlled Mu Shaoren's skin was stunned for a moment, and then he understood Ke Xiaoliang's metaphor.
"Bastard! How can a dirty person like you be called the only one in the world?"
"I'm afraid I'm not making a fool of myself!" In anger, the man took action first.
Naturally... what he used was not the martial arts that came with Mu Shaoren's skin, but the techniques that he was really good at.
Looking at this person's methods, Ke Xiaoliang knew very clearly that this person was not acting impulsively, but came here to seek fame and fortune.
Let me ask...after Xiao Nu appeared in this world, what could be more famous than defeating Xiao Nu? More able to harvest massive plot points?
What's more... In order to stir up trouble, Ke Xiaoliang put a price on his head in God's Domain of one billion.
Just because of the allure of the 'billion', the Xiao Nu he plays will inevitably become the center of a whirlpool, attracting a large number of monks to invest, and then be ruthlessly defeated by him, harvested internally and externally, and drain out the value.
The monk who controls Mu Shaoren's skin is named Lu Hong.
The reason why he is so proud and bullies others is because his ancestors had immortals.
Although the immortal had already left Baotong World, he took with him a large number of high-end cultivation resources in Baotong World.
But this does not prevent his descendants from still dominating the world of Baotong, standing far above 99% of the monks, and their origins are at the end of countless people.
At this time, what Lu Hong was using was the martial arts called 'Da Zhou Tian Xing Luo Shou'.
This method is based on a simplified version of the Zhou Tian Xing Luo Formation. Each hand has hundreds of changes in a moment, and each change is completely different. It is a martial art with the ultimate evolution of algorithms.
Not only does it require extremely superb computing and application capabilities, but it also requires extremely rich accumulation and insight.
Without these accumulations and insights, even the 'Great Zhou Tian Xing Luo Shou' would inevitably fall into repetitive tricks and become petty.
"It's quite interesting!"
"But it's a pity!" Ke Xiaoliang certainly wouldn't panic when faced with such a skill.
In terms of calculation ability and the complexity of moves, who in this world can... compare with his unreasonable nature?
The same hand repeatedly covered the sky and the sun and the moon and fought back.
At a cursory glance, Ke Xiaoliang's retaliatory moves were just simple imitations, and they seemed to be imitating others.
Most of the Baotongjie monks who stood on the high cliffs and looked at the battlefield were happy, with proud expressions and contemptuous eyes.
But in the next moment, they could no longer laugh.
Because no matter how Lu Hong's moves changed, it was as if Sun Wukong had fallen into the palm of Tathagata Buddha's hands. Those seemingly endless changes could be broken by Ke Xiaoliang at the snap of a finger.
When it changed to move 137,000 and twenty-four, Lu Hong finally made a move and repeated it.
Then Ke Xiaoliang continued to change and push forward, breaking the offensive rhythm.
With a crisp sound.
The other hand of Mu Shaoren's skin was... useless.
Ke Xiaoliang stood calmly on the bow of the boat, shaking his head as if regretfully and saying: "Originally, your Great Compassion Wind Palm was simple and sincere, with great potential, and could barely be seen. But now it's so gaudy... it's unsightly to look at!"
"You... are useless!"
Lu Hong's empty sleeves were rippling in the wind, and his teeth were almost broken in anger.
Ke Xiaoliang's words seemed unintentional on the part of the speaker, but intentional on the part of the listener.
Most of the monks in Baotong World are proud of themselves.
Now, not only was he easily defeated by 'Xiao Nu' in the field he was best at, but he was also directly pointed out that his martial arts skills were not as good as the 'borrowed' body itself.
Isn't this embarrassing enough?
"Hmph! Stop talking so shamelessly here!"
"I was just careless." After Lu Hong said that, his legs galloped forward, and his legs were already like two big knives, slashing towards Ke Xiaoliang.
His legs are extremely flexible and can be bent and twisted into any shape or pattern at will. His flexibility is not weaker than that of his hands.
Not only that, the qi, blood, true energy, and spirit of the whole body are completely condensed into one.
The legs are both like knives and whips.
It changes wantonly and looks particularly dangerous.
"So you still have feet..."
"But if you can't use your feet, then why do you still have to fold yourself up? Isn't that bad!"
"I believe in your flexibility, but I question your length." Ke Xiaoliang was casual and did not dodge. He just waved his arms lightly and blocked the storm-like attack.
Then he looked at the two cliffs not far away and waved leisurely.
"They are all here to challenge me!"
"There are some old faces, some new faces, some familiar and some not so familiar... It doesn't matter, they all lend a hand. After more than a thousand years, I also want to see how you have improved."
"It would be a pity if they were all like Mu Shaoren and retreated instead of advancing..." Ke Xiaoliang said casually.
There was no trace of contempt in his tone.
But speaking these words is the greatest insult to those self-righteous Baotong monks.
One sentence directly aroused the emotions of these Baotong monks.
A native of a small world, a self-proclaimed and self-righteous so-called legendary warrior... where does his face come from? Where does the courage come from? Where does the confidence come from? How dare you speak like this?
