The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 103 Seeker

Abbot Kongwen's complexion changed suddenly, he saw the whole process clearly, but he couldn't dodge it if he wanted to.

The opponent's boxing technique was astonishingly fast, and as soon as he raised his fist, he hit him in front of him.

Abbot Kongwen blocked it with both hands, his body shook violently, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

Yi Qingchen took a step forward and punched again.

Abbot Kongwen blocked again, and took another step back.

Monk Kongzhi and Monk Kong couldn't bear it, and attacked Yi Qingchen again.

Yi Qingchen didn't care, just punched.

The fist is fierce, and monk Kongzhi and monk Kongzhi are also included in the attack range.

The three monks retreated together.

Yi Qingchen punched one after another, and every punch carried a powerful force.

The three great monks retreated step by step, and the crowd had already parted ways, not daring to stop behind them.

Life is afraid of being affected by the power of the palm, and innocent people will die unexpectedly.

Not long after, the three great monks were kicked out of Zixiao Palace by Yi Qingchen.

Yi Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely: "Abbot Kongwen, do you still want to grab the dragon sword from me now?"

The sword at the waist swings lightly with the wind, revealing a biting murderous intent.

The breath of the three great monks in Shaolin was scattered, their faces were red like blood, and the corners of their mouths were full of blood.

They only felt that their internal breath was churning, they couldn't exercise their kung fu, and it was difficult for them to answer for a while.

It's better for Yi Qingchen to keep his hand, otherwise the firepower would be fully fired, and the three of them would have been killed long ago.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, not daring to interrupt.

It took quite a while for Abbot Kongwen to recover his breath, and said in a deep voice, "Kongwen is incompetent and cannot kill this villain, Xie Xun. I hope that your lord can be so domineering forever."

"Hey, Master Cheng's auspicious words."

Yi Qingchen smiled slightly, and glanced at the Kunlun faction: "Mr. Tieqin, do you want to do two tricks with Yi?"

He Taichong's heart skipped a beat, as if he was being placed on a fire.

He is not blind, the three old bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple are worthy of their names, each has amazing skills, and they are no weaker than him.

The three of them teamed up and were beaten into dogs. If it was him, he would definitely kneel down.

But he is the head of Kunlun after all, and there are top-notch experts with a reputation in the world, how can he show his cowardice in front of everyone.

"Don't dare, my martial arts are not as good as the three divine monks, how dare I challenge my lord."

He Taichong said neither humble nor overbearing: "But Xie Xun harmed my disciple, this revenge must be avenged, although my martial arts are not as good as yours, but I will never let that villain go unpunished."

He turned his head to Zhang Sanfeng and said: "Really Zhang is the master of Wudang, please ask him to make up his mind on this matter."

Good guy, I have been talking for a long time that I want to pull Zhang Sanfeng into the water.

Shameless, the brain is still alive.

"Mr. Tieqin is too humble, I think your martial arts are not inferior to the three monks, give me a punch!"

A cold light flashed in Yi Qingchen's eyes, and he walked up to He Taichong, raised his hand and hit him.

How could He Taichong expect him to come so fast, he just felt the strong wind in front of his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his internal breath became disordered.

He couldn't react in time, and he was punched flying before he could even pull out his sword.

Yi Qingchen knew that this person had a good face, valued profit, and had a dark heart, so he deliberately made him suffer, and wanted to make him feel fearful.

Started a little heavier.

Mr. Tieqin blushed, vomited blood, and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

Several disciples quickly helped him up and stared at Yi Qingchen bitterly.

Yi Qingchen praised: "Sect Master He's martial arts are indeed stronger than the three great monks, and it's amazing to be punched by me as if nothing happened!"

He was talking nonsense with his eyes open, so others could see clearly.

But the monks of Shaolin Temple looked at the Kunlun Sect with something wrong.

I have been number one in the world for a long time, even if I know that others are deliberately mocking me, I still can't hear that others are stronger than myself.

This is the pimple.

Seeing it, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but sighed: "Why is this so?"

"Yeah, why is this?"

Yi Qingchen smirked, then turned to Kongtong Five Elders.

Those who can create the "Seven Injuries Fist" are definitely masters, but those who dare to pass the Seven Injuries Fist to their disciples are definitely idiots.

The growing weakness of the Kongtong faction has something to do with this boxing technique.

Kongtong Five Elders looked away, not looking at Yi Qingchen.

They are impulsive, but not fools.

Mr. Tieqin was beaten so badly that he couldn't take care of himself for just saying a few tough words, they didn't want to make such a fool of themselves in front of others.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed again, walked to He Taichong's side and patted his shoulder.

After a while, He Taichong's complexion returned to normal, and he quickly thanked Zhang Sanfeng.

Yi Qingchen yawned, returned to the main seat and sat down.

Today he has had enough of the limelight, since Lao Zhang wants to stand out, then he will return the home game to Lao Zhang.

"The old daoist has lived a hundred years, and it is really a great joy to look forward to the return of the little disciple Cuishan."

Zhang Sanfeng said slowly: "Everyone has come from afar, the old way has already understood the meaning of revenge for relatives and friends, but since my apprentice has sworn brotherhood with Xie Xun, he will never betray his friend, please forgive me. However, Xie Xun made a killing There are indeed a lot of sins, you can find out his whereabouts by yourself, and Wudang will never favor Xie Xun. I don't know if you think so?"

"Master Zhang is highly respected, and I dare not refute it."

Abbot Kongwen said: "But I came to Shaolin this time not only because of Xie Xun, but also because of the fact that Zhang Wuxia killed 71 members of the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau of my Shaolin sect that day, and killed six Shaolin monks. May I ask Master Zhang about this matter?" How to end it?"

This matter is not easy to solve.

Yi Qingchen shook her head, watching the play comfortably.

Abbot Kongwen is the leader of Shaolin after all, his thick skin is astonishing.

It seemed that Yi Qingchen's beating of them never happened at all, so he kept entangled with Wudang about the Longmen Escort, and Wudang argued with them about Yu Daiyan.

The two cases seem to be conclusive, but in fact there is no evidence that the enemy is at the heart of the enemy.

Both parties talk about yours, and I talk about mine, the more they talk, the more boring they are.

Speaking of which, Yin Susu killed everyone in the family, and did not spare any old, young, women and children. This is indeed too much.

There is nothing wrong with Shaolin Temple seeking revenge on her, and she deserved it if she was killed.

Keng...

After all, the two sides did not pull out any results.

The three great monks of Shaolin Temple lost their vigor after being educated by Yi Qingchen, and they didn't dare to be tough, let alone others.

After arguing for a long time, he finally left angrily.

Lao Zhang was a little worried, and sighed: "If people's hearts are not fair, if you draw your sword and start fighting, there will be troubles in the world from now on."

"Master Zhang is worrying too much. When has there been less fighting in the rivers and lakes for the dragon sword?"

Yi Qingchen said indifferently: "It's just that it's not the leaders of the factions who died, but the disciples and minions at the bottom. Hey, it's all for nothing!"

Lao Zhang smiled slightly, but didn't answer.

He has lived to be a hundred years old, and his skill in nourishing Qi has already reached perfection.

It's not that he can't hear the sarcasm in Yi Qingchen's words, but it's normal for young people to have sharp edges and corners.

Without outsiders disturbing, Yi Qingchen continued to discuss martial arts with Lao Zhang.

He is a pure seeker, and all his actions revolve around seeking the Tao.

Lao Zhang has practiced for nearly a hundred years, and his experience and experience are far beyond others. It would be a fool not to dig out such a treasure.

(End of this chapter)