I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 38 Chapter 038
After going up the mountain.

Li Ye honestly brought Shaolin Temple to Zhenwu Hall, with a well-behaved appearance, as if he was not the one who frightened everyone down the mountain just now, like a modest gentleman coming behind Mo Shenggu.

As time went by, more and more people came to Zhenwu Hall, just like his somewhat vague memory, the Wudang Seven Heroes were arguing endlessly with various factions.

It means that if there is a disagreement, we will do it.

Li Ye's seniority is very low, and all the people in the crowd are well-known figures in the martial arts, and there is no one whose seniority can compare with him.

A few times when he wanted to speak, and seeing the tit-for-tat conversations among the crowd, he would sarcastically tell the ambiguous truth he knew, but how should he explain it just by saying it.

Immediately, no one said a word, just watched quietly.

This is so awkward, he knows everything, but no one will believe what he is said by a ten-year-old kid on the bright side.

"Nonsense, no one in my Shaolin has ever hurt Yu Sanxia." The Shaolin monk retorted angrily.

It's just that the opposition is somewhat insufficient.

"What's the matter with the Dali Vajra Finger? This is the Dali Vajra Finger of your Shaolin Temple." Song Yuanqiao shouted angrily.

Standing in Mo Shenggu, Li Ye said silently in his heart, "It's the powerful Vajra Finger of the Vajra Sect, but I'm weak, and I don't even have the qualifications to play."

Don't look at him shaking a lot of prestige at the foot of the mountain, but his internal qi is still a bit low, even with the addition of hard external skills and sword skills far beyond normal levels, body skills.

It is the limit for him to be able to kill second-rate masters.

As for the first-class masters in the martial arts, Li Ye still has a lot of shortcomings.

Suddenly, the painting style changed.

Just as Li Ye thought, cursing will turn into fighting.

"It's useless to talk too much, let me try Wudang's brilliant moves in Shaolin."

Speaking of it, Shaolin Temple may not have an undying hatred with Wudang, but the popularity of Taishan Beidou in the past has declined due to the prestige of Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain.

Therefore, Shaolin Temple has some signs that Wudang is not pleasing to the eye. After all, monks are not exempt from vulgarity and are obsessed with worldly fame.

"Okay, senior brother, I have a disciple who is useless, why not let him try Shaolin Kung Fu, Chong Ming."

Mo Shenggu is also a very chicken thief.

None of the people from Shaolin Temple was a second-rate expert, and they happened to be Li Ye's opponent, but there was a huge difference in seniority between the two.

Perhaps because of the reputation of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, others would not care about the difference between Shaolin Kongwen and others in their generation.

But Mo Shenggu said that Li Ye has no prestige in the martial arts at all, so when he is dispatched this time, he is completely slapping Shaolin Temple in the face.

If you win, you will lose face, and if you lose, you will lose face.

One is a well-known Shaolin monk in the martial arts world, and the other is a disciple of the fourth generation of Wudang. Not only is he young, but he also has no prestige in the world.

"Yes, Master."

Li Ye walked out from behind Mo Shenggu, without fear of everyone's gaze.

At this time, during the long quarrel, he had almost recovered the true energy in his body, and he was fully capable of fighting.

All the people present were well-known figures in the world, seeing Li Ye's neither humble nor overbearing demeanor, they couldn't help admiring from the bottom of their hearts.

"Walking steadily, Daoist not only has good apprentices, but also Wudang successors!"

Miejue Shitai's personality is arrogant, but she is also straightforward. When she saw Li Ye, she couldn't help but praise him. Her eyes turned to Li Ye, and then she glanced at the female disciples behind her, and found that there was more than just a difference in age. Somewhat frustrated.

"Master, this Chongzi generation is not the fourth generation disciple of Wudang, he"

Ji Xiaofu twisted the corner of her clothes and did not dare to look at Yin Liting, but she couldn't help worrying about Wudang in her heart, and she felt ashamed.

Miejue Shitai glanced at Ji Xiaofu, with inexplicable emotions in his heart, and it was this look that made Ji Xiaofu unable to speak, and at the same time made Kong Wen a little embarrassed.

None of the people from Shaolin is a fourth-generation disciple who matches Wudang Mountain, yes and no, no should and no.

"The knife and stick have no eyes, let the Seven Heroes of Wudang come and teach me my Shaolin tricks."

Kong Wen also knew that Shaolin Temple really wanted to fight Li Ye, and it would be Shaolin who suffered the loss.

"Haha, Kong Wen, you are not afraid, are you?"

The White-Browed Eagle King had long been displeased with Shaolin Temple, before he always ran on his daughter, so he hastily sarcastically.

Kong Wen glared at the White-Browed Eagle King angrily, but the White-Browed Eagle King stared back, not to be outdone.

Seeing this, Li Ye took a step forward, holding the scabbard with his left hand, his energy and energy were extremely concentrated, and an extremely sharp aura suddenly rose from his body, like a knife, as if he wanted to cut everyone.

"I have made up my mind since I was a child, and I have a knife to test the world."

The bold words came out, and the saber on his body suddenly reached the extreme, making everyone look sideways, looking at Li Ye's young face, everyone was greatly touched by it.

There is one thing that is very important in the method of drawing swords and chopping swords.

That is to cut countless knives day after day, and use these innumerable knives to support one's deadliest strike. That unstoppable momentum is also the essence of this saber technique.

Li Ye has been practicing for more than five years, and he has strengthened his belief in every knife.

No one can block his power.

"His ambition is so strong, he never imagined that apart from the real martial arts seven-section sword, Wudang also has such powerful swordsmanship. The man is good, but the sword is also terrifying."

Just listen, the White-browed Eagle King is full of praise.

"Come on! One knife is out, there is death and there is no life, Master Kongwen, you pay attention."

Li Ye closed his eyes, put his wrist on the handle of the knife, and touched the familiar wrapping cloth, which was full of his smell. When he opened his eyes again, they were like lightning, which made everyone feel the sharpness of the knife.

Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of swords and swords. Emei's sword was trembling, and Huashan's sword was trembling. It seemed that Qi inspired the fierceness of the sword itself.

The killing aura carried by the weapon gathered on Li Ye's body, which made Kong Wen feel bad.

'No, I can't let him grow up again. '

Seeing that the situation is not good, until now, Shaolin Temple has no other choice.

"Yuan Hui, don't be careless, this knife is very domineering." Kong Wen could only let a monk who was confident behind him come out.

"Amitabha."

A monk wearing a yellow robe came out, making Miejue Shitai and the others frown slightly. Shaolin Yuanhui is one of the well-known figures in the arena, comparable to a weak first-class master.

It's just that she is not the person involved, so she can't say anything.

"Benefactor, please."

Yuan Hui channeled the true energy in his body, concentrated on it, and grasped the fine iron rod in his hand.

Li Ye didn't speak, but everyone seemed to hear the sound of thunder blasting into their ears. His complexion became more tanned, as if oiled with copper paint, and there was a sound of water flowing from his body, which was the blood in his body tumbling.

The saber momentum suddenly skyrocketed again, reaching the extreme.

Zheng.

With the sound of a sword that opened up the world, everyone saw a silver light flashing in front of their eyes, Li Ye's figure seemed to change position, Yuan Hui didn't even have the slightest chance to react, the silver light flashed across Yuan Hui's neck.

Yuan Hui's dead fish eyes widened. She never thought that Li Ye's body skills were so powerful. Although he was prepared, his body didn't have time to react.

"it is good"

A vague voice came out of his mouth, making it difficult for people to hear, but such a movement caused blood to spurt from his throat, and his vitality collapsed.

"Senior Brother Yuan Hui." A mournful cry came from Shaolin Temple, and someone wanted to move.

But Kong Wen stretched out his hand to stop the monks behind him, weeping in his eyes, watching Li Ye gasping for breath.

"What kind of knife is this?"

Li Ye, whose whole body was exhausted, took a deep breath, looked at Kong Wen who was suppressing the grief and anger in his heart, and said coldly.

"My knife."

Li Ye, who had exhausted his true energy and had no more physical strength except the strength to walk, turned and returned to the back of Mo Shenggu, as if he was not afraid of Shaolin Temple's sudden explosion and hurting people.

The knife just now was done with all his strength, and it was accomplished in one knife, so he can only swing one knife at present.

The demeanor of this scene in Zhenwu Hall made everyone firmly remember it in their hearts.

"Here, is he really a disciple of the fourth generation of Wudang?" Ding Min thought of the knife attack just now, but couldn't see any clues at all, and felt a little scared.

If it were her, she wouldn't have the slightest chance of resisting.

Nothing but death.

"Your knife, your knife."

Kong Wen muttered a few words, feeling angry, but in his heart he felt that Li Ye had said the right thing, and he agreed.

"It's indeed your knife, what a murderous knife." He said through gritted teeth.

Li Ye stood behind Mo Shenggu, as if he didn't hear Kong Wen's voice, he closed his eyes as if no one was around.

It's just that no one on the field dared not look sideways at him.

ding ding.

The long-lost system sound.

(End of this chapter)