One person and three dogs, the heavens walk sideways

Chapter 310 Fist Town Shaolin, the Great Demon in the World? (seeking subscription)

"Abbot!"

In an instant, Fangzheng fell to the ground, and all the monks in Shaolin went crazy.

One after another, they inserted themselves into the battlefield without fear of death.

Seeing this, Wan Yu didn't bother to worry too much, his body was surging with qi and blood, and his muscles and bones were moving steadily. He was like a bulldozer among the crowd, and people's shadows flew everywhere he passed.

There were screams all over the place, and when Wan Yu walked out from the crowd, his clothes were not stained with blood and his forehead was not sweating.

Standing in front of many monks with a natural expression.

"Pindao was just here to try Shaolin's strength, you guys insist on dying, hehe..."

In front of him, monks were lying on the ground crying, hundreds of monks, including a dozen old monks, either had broken legs or broken hands.

"The devil!"

"You insulted me Shaolin, killed my abbot, there is no room for you in the Central Plains martial arts!"

"Devil, you..."

The yelling and cursing kept ringing in my ears, and Wan Yu didn't even bother to answer them.

Whether it's the devil or the savior, it doesn't matter.

Wan Yu himself doesn't have a good impression of Buddhism.

In a place where filth is hidden, Avalokitesvara even killed herself, ha ha.

"Shaolin, that's all trash!"

"Poverty is boundless, fists beat Shaolin, swords beat Wudang, feet step on the sun and the moon, welcome people from the martial arts to come and avenge!"

After leaving a word, Wan Yu left directly.

And Shaolin was picked, and Fangzheng died. This matter was spread all over the world in less than a day!
According to the rumors, Wan Yu is a great demon in the world, who has killed countless people, with a green face and fangs, and he looks like a yaksha.

At this moment, Wan Yu has arrived in Hengshan City.

Although Shaolin was about to be overthrown this time, many martial arts practitioners took a look and panicked in their hearts, but this matter has nothing to do with them.

Moreover, Shaolin has dominated martial arts for too long, so many people are very happy to have opinions in their hearts.

The big demon even let out a word,

"Fist against Shaolin, sword against Wudang, feet against the sun and the moon."

It is obvious that they are going to the three major forces in Wulin, and have nothing to do with these small forces.

I didn't see that in what they said, the Five Sacred Mountains are not qualified, and they are nothing.

…………

"Hey, this time Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in the golden basin. The Hengshan sect in power is considered gone. Mr. Mo Da has disappeared for so long, wandering in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know if he can come back this time."

"Then he will definitely come back. Once Liu Zhengfeng retreats, there will be few people in the Hengshan sect who can take power. One of the dignified leaders of the Wuyue Sword sect must be a top-notch master no matter what."

"If Mr. Mo Da doesn't come back, I'm afraid it won't be safe to wash your hands in this golden basin."

"That's right, haha..."

"Drinking and drinking, this time the golden basin washes its hands, the top people in the world will come, if you can make friends with a few, haha, I will be prosperous."

Wan Yu sat on the side, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes fell on the man playing the erhu. An erhu is a musical instrument and a sword.

Wearing plain sackcloth, with big joints in his hands, playing the erhu with one stroke is extremely miserable.

Speaking of which, Wan Yu has never heard of Erquan Yinyue, but Mr. Mo Da's erhu is absolutely not bad.

Those who are in the arena, relying on an erhu to make a living, must have some skills.

Thinking about it, Wan Yu looked at Mr. Mo Da with a smile: "Sir, this erhula is pretty good, but how about swordsmanship?"

As soon as this remark came out, people at several tables in the building immediately looked over.

Mr. Mo Da said in a hoarse voice, "I'm just an erhu player, so what kind of swordsmanship do you know?"

"Haha, I heard that Mister Mo Da of Hengshan is extremely powerful with his cloud and mist thirteen transformation swordsmanship. When he comes out of the sword, the light of the sword is shimmering, like a cloud of mist enveloping people. It is extremely powerful."

"Erhu is even better, Xiaoxiang Yeyu, haha..."

While speaking, Wan Yu patted the table lightly, and suddenly a drop of water appeared in the tea bowl, flicked his fingers, and the water drop instantly turned into a sword, buzzing and screaming, and came towards Mo Da.

The sound of Mo Da's erhu suddenly disappeared, and accompanied by a sword cry, a thin sword was drawn from the erhu, and a sword was thrown out instantly.

It just happened to break the water sword, and the strength did not lose a bit, and the control was full.

And this scene fell on the diners who were discussing the Hengshan School before, and they immediately lowered their heads to eat and drink tea, not daring to raise their heads.

This is talking about others, directly in the face of others.

"Sir, good swordsmanship!"

The extremely hoarse voice came again, and Wan Yu got up and smiled: "Yes, regardless of the sword technique, but the control of this hand is already impressive."

"Liu Zhengfeng washes his hands in a golden basin, and there will be no peace. It is better for Mr. Mo Da to show up earlier, and the deterrent effect will be stronger."

With that said, he turned around and was about to leave.

Mo Da frowned, and asked: "Who is your honor?"

"Immeasurable Taoist!"

"Ha ha……"

With a loud laugh, Wan Yu disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. This light handedness directly made Mr. Mo dumbfounded.

Suddenly remembered a person.

"The devil is boundless!"

"Infinite Taoist, the Infinite Taoist who killed the abbot of Shaolin?"

"This, this, we are actually drinking tea with Taoist Wuliang in a teahouse, are we not dead?"

"Rumor, isn't this immeasurable Taoist one foot tall, with a blue face, long teeth, and a round waist?"

"call……"

Inside the tea shop, people from all walks of life were dumbfounded.

Even Mo Da felt a chill in his heart at this moment.

Shaolin Temple will definitely not use this thousand-year reputation to name a devil.

Hundreds of people were injured, among them Fangzheng was extremely powerful, plus a dozen or so monks of Fang's generation, none of them could stop this immeasurable Taoist. It is conceivable how powerful this Taoist is.

Coupled with the miraculous lightness work just now, where did this person come from?
Could it be someone from Wudang?

But Shaolin at the root of Wudang Mountain is almost a person wearing a pair of trousers. How could such a thing happen? It is completely unreasonable.

Thinking of what that Taoist Wuliang said, something was wrong in Mo Da's heart.

Junior brother washes his hands in a golden basin, something big is going to happen?

Could it be that this immeasurable Taoist is going to get involved?
This this……

"The martial arts world is in danger!"

With a light sigh, the rapier entered the erhu, and the man left.

Mo Da went directly to Liu's mansion, this time he planned to show up again on the day when his junior brother washed his hands, but this time it was obviously impossible.

……

Inside Liu's mansion, Liu Zhengfeng had some expectation in his heart at this moment.

As long as the Jinpen washes his hands successfully this time, he doesn't have to bear the reputation of the Hengshan School's righteous path and completely withdraw from the arena.

From now on, it's no problem who I make friends with.

Since then, Qu Yang and himself have been friends in the open, and there will be no problems.

"Husband, this time you quit the arena, I don't know if senior brother Mo will show up."

There was a bit of worry on his wife's face, this time Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in the gold basin, someone would definitely stop him.

He has arranged everything himself, no matter who it is, it's useless!
After all, although Jianghu is powerful, it is completely different from the imperial court.

As long as the imperial edict comes, he will be an official, let alone the Songshan sect, even Shaolin Wudang can't do anything to him.

"Don't worry, it's fine. Eldest brother Mo will come. I've made arrangements for washing hands in the Golden Basin, and you need to understand the key."

"There will be absolutely no problems. You can live with Qing'er. From then on, you will cut off the rivers and lakes, and without those grievances and killings, our family will find a place to live in seclusion and live a good life."

"Well, it's best to be like this. It's best to stay away from the hatred in the rivers and lakes. Every time I sleep, I can't sleep well."

Liu Zhengfeng hugged his wife and sighed softly: "I made you suffer."

On the second day, there were more and more people from the rivers and lakes in Hengshan City. Almost everyone walking on the street was holding a sword.

The teahouses, restaurants, and inns on the street are all full.

Originally, there were not many aborigines in the small city of Hengshan, but now there are faintly more than one hundred thousand.

People from the rivers and lakes accounted for nearly five or six thousand people.

This is just Liu Zhengfeng, the head of a first-class sect in Jianghu, if it wasn't for the sudden incident of Wan Yu going to Shaolin that day.

I am afraid that there may be more than 1 people from the rivers and lakes who go to Shaolin.

……

On the second floor of Hengshan Restaurant, Wan Yu was drinking alone, waiting for someone.

He remembered very clearly that Linghu Chong would drink with Tian Boguang here today.

Just took this opportunity to kill Tian Boguang.

Not long after, there was some commotion downstairs, followed by a man in a white robe and a headscarf, holding a little nun in his hand.

Going straight to the second floor, Wan Yu smiled.

"Tian Boguang?"

Tian Boguang turned his head, held Yilin in his hand, and smiled.

"What is the Taoist priest's opinion?"

"I can't talk about high opinion, I will borrow your head for use."

Tian Boguang laughed loudly, and sat directly on Wanyu's table with Yilin in his hand.

"Haha, Taoist priest, I have too many heads, do you have the ability?"

"Then try?"

Wan Yu smiled and stretched out his sword to point at Tian Boguang, seemingly unchanged from usual.

Tian Boguang was smiling at first, but as time passed, the frightened color in his pupils continued to increase.

With a voice: "Don't!"

Puff.

A blood hole appeared between Tian Boguang's eyebrows, and in an instant, several voices came out of his throat: "Ho ho..."

With a bang, it was amazing.

Blood was still dripping between her brows, and Yilin collapsed to the ground, her eyes still full of surprise.

Wan Yu chuckled: "It seems that Pindao can still take your head."

"Little girl, go find your head."

"Many, thank you, Daoist."

Just as Yilin stood up, she was still in a daze, when a "dongdong" sound came from the wooden stairs.

"Brother Tian!"

Linghu Chong was wearing a green shirt, with a blue turban on his head, holding a long sword in his hand, and was slightly out of breath.

Seeing Tian Boguang's corpse, his eyes were still wide open, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't help shouting out Brother Tian!

Wan Yu looked at Linghu Chong, among other things, he had sword eyebrows and star eyes, a slender figure, and his five fingers were even more slender, pure white, and he was a good seed for sword practice.

However, the heart of this good seedling is not in Huashan.

"Senior Brother Linghu, I'm fine, this pervert was killed by the Taoist priest."

Linghu Chong looked at Wan Yu and took a deep breath: "The Taoist priest has good means, but this Linghu Chong is not guilty of death, right?"

"The shot is so heavy!"

"Sin without death?"

Before Wan Yu interrupted, the Taoist priest at the table next to him got angry.

"Linghu Chong, thanks to the fact that you are still a disciple of Huashan Sword Sect, the eldest disciple of Head Master Yue, how can you say such words?"

"If this disciple of the Hengshan Sect was ruined by Tian Boguang today, how can you still say these words?"

Daoist Tianmen stared straight at Linghu Chong with three points of anger.

Linghu Chong said lightly: "I've seen Master Tianmen, isn't Tian Boguang not doing anything yet?"

"As long as I save Junior Sister Yilin, why kill him?"

Yoho, the look in Wan Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Linghu Chong, did Yue Buqun teach you this?"

"Who is Tian Boguang?"

"The famous prostitute, I don't know how many girls from good families, you say he is not guilty of death?"

"Hehe, could it be that you, Linghu Chong, are the one who harmed the girl from a good family?"

"you!"

Linghu Chong glared angrily, trembling with anger.

"How can I, Linghu Chong, be that kind of person!"

"Then what do you mean by that?"

Tianmen slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Linghu Chong and yelling: "Senior Brother Yue, why do you have such a ignorant disciple like you!"

"It's an insult to the master!"

"Thank you, Daoist, for your help. I'll wait."

Daoist Tianmen bowed his hands to Wan Yu, turned his head and left, Linghu Chong's face darkened, he glanced at Wan Yu, and immediately took Yilin to leave.

"Let you go?"

Wan Yu snorted coldly: "I'm on the same level as Tian Boguang."

With five fingers, they disappeared in place in an instant, directly pressing on Linghu Chong's heavenly spirit. As long as the strength of the palm was released, Linghu Chong died on the spot.

Seeing this, Yilin showed anxiety on her face.

"Daozhang, don't, brother Linghu is not this kind of person, he also wants to save me."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Pindao wants to ask Yue Buqun about how he taught his disciples with you."

Stretching out his finger, Linghu Chong immediately stopped in place.

Yilin's face was anxious, and she wanted to ask for help.

"Don't go too, it's safer to follow Pindao. Tomorrow Liu Zhengfeng will wash his hands in a golden basin, and Pindao will take you there."

With that said, he paid the bill and left with the two of them.

As for the diners on the second floor, they were able to breathe a little bit at this moment, and immediately discussed.

"Where did this strong man come from? What a powerful skill!"

"Tian Boguang's lightness kung fu is unrivaled in the martial arts world, and his sharp sword is considered first-class in the world. Although it is a little worse than the heads of the other sects, it is not something that anyone can win."

"It's unbelievable that he was actually pointed to death now!"

"What a finger, that's a sword!"

"Hey, do you want to know who this priest is?"

At the next table, a middle-aged man looked at the people in the field with a three-point smile.

"Tell me, who is it?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing. Someone saw that there was only a plate of peanuts on the table, and immediately shouted: "Xiao Er, give this man two catties of beef and a jar of good wine!"

"Haha, okay, let me just talk about that Taoist priest."

"That Taoist priest was a hermit, and he did a great event that shocked the world when he came out of the mountain. He directly killed the abbot of Shaolin, and even with his own power, he completely disabled Shaolin. Although Shaolin has not closed the mountain yet, But there are also fewer people out there.”

"You mean, this Taoist priest is an infinite Taoist?"

"Not bad!"

Whoa!
The arena fell silent, for a while, only the sound of spitting was heard one after another.

"Unexpectedly, it is this devil..."

(End of this chapter)