On the Martial Arts Mountain, under the Dhammakaya Tower, several groups of men and horses were confronting each other.
About a quarter of the warriors were guarding under the Dharma Body Tower, and they were somewhat injured.
The remaining three-quarters were divided into seven or eight factions.
Although some have ferocious faces, some have grim expressions, and some have no expression.
But at this moment...the roles they play are by no means glorious.
"Zuo Zixiong, Wang Defa! You are guarding the Dharmakaya Pagoda, saying you are waiting for Master to come back, but in fact you are just trying to monopolize the nine Dharmakaya pictures."
"Don't you think you are too greedy?"
"Everyone wants to see what secrets are hidden in Master's nine Dharmakaya pictures. Wouldn't it be better to take them out and look at them together, and then find someone who is good at painting to make several copies of the Dharmakaya pictures and share them equally among everyone? "A tall man with strong muscles and dark skin stood at the front of a group of warriors, looking at Zuo Zixiong and Wang Defa and said.
While speaking, there were five fire clouds flashing above the man's head, and there were vague flame dragons tumbling in the fire clouds. It was obvious that he had practiced the outdoor scene to a certain level.
It looks like they are just discussing, but in fact they are also demonstrating.
Wang Defa coughed twice, and his body swayed, but there was an image of a Taoist priest in Qingyi, vaguely taking shape behind him.
Although it dispersed quickly, it was more intimidating.
This is no longer just an outdoor scene, it is infinitely close to the Dharmakaya.
"Murong Yuan, I know what your plans are."
"How much benefit have those remnants of the White Lotus Sect given you? To make you do such an act of abandoning the sect and betraying the master?" Wang Defa asked.
The black and powerful man who was questioned by Wang Defa sneered: "Don't be in a hurry to put your hat on me. The master disappeared suddenly, and he didn't say who would inherit the tradition. You claim to be the direct descendant of the master, and you have to show proof!"
"I also suspect that you guys who serve the Master on a daily basis secretly poisoned the Master!"
"You fart!"
"If you have the guts, come over and practice with me!" Gong Ruolin has a hot temper, how can she bear this? Carrying an iron rod and wearing a tight-fitting outfit made of dragon skin, he stepped in front of people and pointed at Murong Yuandao with his long stick.
Murong Yuan looked at Gong Ruolin's perfect figure, greed flashing in his eyes, but he shrank slightly.
As we all know, in the past, in terms of advanced cultivation in the entire martial arts mountain, Gong Ruolin could only be considered at the forefront, and would never be among the top five.
But when it comes to actual combat ability, Gong Ruolin and Zuo Zixiong are indistinguishable, and they are the well-deserved senior sisters on the martial arts mountain.
She created her own 'fighting system', which almost completely abandoned unnecessary cumbersome tricks. Starting from body building and foundation building, she devoted herself to developing the potential of muscles and the human body, as well as its actual combat effectiveness.
Although it takes more time and energy to practice, if you practice a complete set every day, twelve hours is not enough, and it requires years of hard work and persistence.
But the effect is indeed immediate.
"Senior Sister Gong! You have already established your own sect outside the mountain, why bother to go into troubled waters?"
"Or do you want to get a piece of the Dharma Body Tu's pie from Dou Zhan Sect?" Murong Yuan looked at Gong Ruolin, who was full of fighting spirit and had a fierce aura, and started to challenge.
Gong Ruolin sneered and swept the iron rod, stirring up a whirlwind without arguing.
She went out independently and opened her own door. This was something that Cao Zhe had already done when he was in charge of Martial Arts Mountain.
That is, approved and approved by Cao Zhe!
Cao Zhe doesn't want to be a martial arts overlord, so there is absolutely no need to hold on to his subordinates.
Cao Zhe always supports Gong Ruolin... or other disciples who are interested in going out to open a new branch on their own.
Because if they keep following him, they will never find their own path.
"So much nonsense!"
"To fight or not?"
“If you want to grab a picture, just come right here!”
"If you win, grandma, I will let you go. If you don't win, roll down the mountain. Don't expose yourself and embarrass yourself." After Gong Ruolin said this, she was already involved in the crowd with a stick.
With a gust of wind, mixed with fierce fire, she was like a manic fireball that kept beating, easily knocking away many warriors who were not weak in cultivation.
Every inch of muscle on her body is beating in a very beautiful way. While beating, every force exerted is like condensing the power of muscles, qi and blood all over her body.
Being able to achieve this is all due to her decades of hard work.
Gong Ruolin's ferocity really shocked some people.
But it also inspired more people to be ferocious.
A chaotic battle was about to break out. Except for Zuo Zixiong who was sitting in front of the tower, a large number of disciples who were originally surrounding the tower drew their weapons and spread out slightly, preparing to fight again.
This has been the first battle in the past few days.
Despite the suffering, no one compromised.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
It was the sound of jade objects clashing with each other.
This voice is very familiar.
'Master' seemed to like this the most in the past.
The originally chaotic battle situation suddenly became stiff and stopped.
Half of the bald men in the crowd laughed loudly: "I'm just pretending to be a ghost! Look, I scared you!"
"They've run out of moves!"
"You actually came up with such a method. Do you really think that Master can come back?"
"Kill me!"
At this time, Wang Defa hesitated and asked a fellow disciple beside him: "Junior Brother Hu asked those Confucian disciples for help, but he hasn't received a reply yet?"
Wang Defa's fellow disciple who followed closely beside him said bitterly: "How can it be so easy? Although there are many Confucian cultivators in the world, those who can confront warriors head-on must at least be in the realm of non-confusion. Moreover, most of the Confucian cultivators are weak and lack the aura of awe. The body protection may not even be able to block a single blow from any warrior, so asking for help... is not easy to ask for!"
Just as he was talking, he saw a fiery red fox leaping over the crowd and jumping to the foot of the Dharmakaya Tower.
Then Feng Sheng also rushed over, knocking away everyone who blocked the road.
"The master is back!"
"Who dares to be so presumptuous?" Hong Yu shouted loudly.
Murong Yuan, on the other hand, seemed to feel more relieved. While avoiding Gong Ruolin's 'pursuit', he said to the crowd: "A fox and a fool, who do you want to scare?"
"A certain family is short of a fox fur, so I'm going to skin you little fox today!"
"Whose skin do you want to peel off?" Cao Zhe's voice came, plain and penetrating.
In the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, Cao Zhe appeared in the crowd so calmly and calmly, as if he had always been here and watched everything happen.
Or maybe he never left.
"Peel...Peel...Peel it!" Murong Yuan shivered in fright.
Then she didn't dodge Gong Ruolin's pursuit and was knocked to the ground with a stick.
Murong Yuan simply knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Cao Zhe.
"Husband...Master! I...I'm crazy. I'm not a thing. Please...please be patient." Only Murong Yuan himself knew how much pressure he was under at this moment.
In the eyes of others, he just suddenly softened the moment Cao Zhe appeared.
But only Murong Yuan could see that he was about to be thrown into the boundless purgatory. If he took one step further, his body would be gone and his soul would be scattered.
This is not a false illusion, it is precisely Cao Zhe who has completely concentrated his power without any spillage or waste.
"ha!"
"You kneel to me?"
"I've been teaching you for so long just to learn how to kneel to me?" Cao Zhe said coldly. With a glance, a large number of people in the crowd knelt down.
"I won't give it to you, but you dare to snatch it... I appreciate it very much."
"This at least shows that you have the guts to not succumb to others."
"But you are fucking embarrassing me by kneeling down on me." Cao Zhe pointed at Murong Yuan and the group of people who knelt down under the pressure of his gaze, and his mouth was full of fragrance in an instant.
