From Low Martial Arts to Great Antiquity, I Created Mythical Fairy Martial Arts

The voice fell, and the three of them waved long knives and played a middle-aged man in commoner clothes into the ruined temple.

Obviously, these three people have extremely high martial arts skills, and they are not worried about their Jedi counterattack at all for the mentality of the middle-aged man and the young woman holding a cat and a mouse.

Seeing Jue Yuan and Gu Heng, the expressions of the three changed.

Monks and Taoists, these are characters that must be paid attention to when walking in the rivers and lakes.

Buddhist and Taoist figures are the most united. If you provoke one person, you will provoke a faction, or even the Buddhist and Taoist faction. This is simply poking a hornet's nest. No matter how powerful you are, you may end up dead.

"The two of you leave quickly, but don't mind the trio's business." The man at the head was burly, with beard and hair like a halberd, a leopard's head and eyes, and he was extremely fierce.

The remaining two were thin, like bamboo poles, but their breath was equally fierce.

Gu Heng was unmoved, biting the apple leisurely, making a clicking sound.

The aura of these few people was far worse than that of the Shaolin Kuzi monks, and he didn't take it to heart.

The same is true for Jueyuan. After several days of hanging up Gu Heng, his current strength is absolutely rare in the world, and when he encounters three gangsters, it is not worth mentioning at all.

When Mu Yi saw it, he couldn't help but look solemn.

Mu Nianci frowned and said, "Father, let's get out of here, don't bring disaster to the master."

Mu Yi nodded, Chao Jueyuan handed over to Gu Heng, and was about to leave.

As an old Jianghu, Mu Yi naturally had the idea of ​​letting Gu Heng and the two prevent disasters.

But after being reminded by my daughter, I suddenly realized: After I am a hero, how can I pull ordinary people into the water? If my ancestors knew about it, wouldn't I be ashamed?

The ancients valued clan, and many people even regarded it as more important than life.

When Gu Heng saw Mu Nianci, he naturally understood Mu Yi's identity. He was Yang Tiexin.

Yang's family is loyal and fierce, and his reputation was forged by the blood of his ancestors. Naturally, he did not dare to insult his ancestors.

Gu Heng looked at Jueyuan, took out another apple, and watched the play leisurely.

Jueyuan understood and said in a deep voice, "Let the two benefactors stay. Jueyuan is here today, and there is no way that the villains will succeed."

Although his voice was not loud, it gave people a feeling of wearing gold and cracking stones.

Mu Yi and Mu Nianci didn't feel anything yet, but the Taihang Three Tyrants felt their breath suffocated, as if they were being stared at by a beast.

"You monk is so ignorant, let you go but don't leave, and you don't have to leave today." The leader was frightened, and he was so embarrassed that he drew his sword and attacked Jueyuan.

The other two, one attacked Jueyuan together, and the other rushed towards Gu Heng.

In their view, Jueyuan has profound skills and needs attention.

As for Gu Heng, he was just a rich boy, he was easy to handle, and it was enough for one person to do it.

The three tyrants of Taihang have been rampant for more than ten years, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil.

No need to communicate, just a glance will assign the opponent.

In an instant, the three of them had already attacked. .

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"Hmph, wicked barrier is rude!"

Hearing a loud drink and three loud bangs, the Taihang Three Tyrants flew back upside down.

The long knife broke, fell not far away, stuck on the ground, and hummed.

Jueyuan frowned and looked fierce.

If the enemy just besieged him, he would not have much anger.

However, someone actually ran to attack Gu Heng, which was simply touching the bottom line of Jueyuan.

For Jueyuan, Gu Heng was like a god and a Buddha.

Buddhist disciples are not only compassionate, but also have vajra eyes.

The three tyrants of Taihang only think they are powerful, but how do they know that their plan is the way to die.

"That's right." Gu Heng nodded with satisfaction, admiring Jue Yuan's blow to defeat the three masters.

Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci were stunned.

This monk is so fierce, he actually slapped three vicious robbers away in one breath.

The sharp-eyed Yang Tiexin looked at the Three Tyrants of Taihang, and saw that the three were lying on the ground, their chest cavity had completely collapsed, and there was a palm print on it.

Obviously, the three people's ribs have been broken.

As for the internal organs, it's probably not bad, because the three of them just coughed up blood, their eyes were dim, and they couldn't even speak. They were clearly severely injured.

"Amitabha, sin is sin."

After killing the enemy with one strike, Jueyuan suppressed his anger, shouted a Buddha's name, and began to recite the scriptures for the three of them.

With the sound of chanting sutras, the whole ruined temple was filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

And the three tyrants of Taihang also swallowed their last breath in the voice of Jueyuan chanting scriptures, and died of breathlessness.

I don't know if he died from serious injuries, or he died of anger due to the sound of chanting the scriptures in advance.

Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci stayed where they were, neither daring to leave nor disturb, until Jueyuan finished reading the scriptures, and then came forward to greet them.

"Mu Yi has seen Master Jueyuan."

"Mu Nianci has met Master Jueyuan."

Jueyuan got up and returned the salute: "The two benefactors don't need to be extra salute, let's rest here, I'll go and bury the three."

"Master, let's help." Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci said quickly, not wanting to be lazy.

Jueyuan nodded: "Alright."

With Yang Tiexin and two people, each dragging a corpse, they came outside.

Above the open space, Jueyuan lifted his feet and stomped down.

bang

In an instant, the ground made a dull sound.

Immediately afterwards, the ground cracked, revealing a large pit more than one meter deep and two meters in diameter.

Seeing this, Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci were extremely stunned.

Although there is a means of cracking the stone in the martial arts, the stone is a whole piece.

The ground is not a single piece, and it is not easy to exert force at all. It is much more difficult to hit a pit on the ground than to break a stone of the same size.

Yang Tiexin was terrified: "How brilliant is this person in martial arts? There is no one called Jueyuan among the five best in the world!"

Previously, he also thought that Qiu Zhenren might be comparable to the monk in front of him.

Now there is no such thought.

This man's martial arts are truly astounding.

Jueyuan ignored the stunned two people, searched the Taihang Three Hegemony, found more than thirty taels of silver and five taels of gold, and then threw the three bodies into the pit and buried them.

For these things, Jueyuan is already very skilled.

Before encountering robbers, Gu Heng also asked Jueyuan to take action, to remove the cottage, and then collect the money and distribute it to some people in need.

As for Gu Heng, he really doesn't like silver taels, because modern industry is developed, and the price of silver is too cheap.

If you want to make money, it is better to bring silver and gold back with medicinal materials, jade and white jade with the year.

Even after the aura is revived, they can still sell medicine pills.

In short, Gu Heng is not bad for money.

Looking at Jue Yuan's skillful methods, Yang Tiexin couldn't help feeling a little chill in his heart.

Could it be that this monk is also not a good person?

"Dare to ask which temple does the master practice in?" Yang Tiexin asked.

Jueyuan smiled: "The two benefactors don't have to be afraid. The poor monks are Shaolin monks, not demons. Instead of putting them underground, it is better to give them to people living in poverty, so that they can make the best use of them."

"Master turned out to be an eminent Shaolin monk." Yang Tiexin felt relieved upon hearing this.

In recent decades, although Shaolin did not have any famous masters, even Huashan did not send anyone to participate.

But Shaolin's reputation for hundreds of years is not touted.

When it comes to martial arts, how can you bypass the Shaolin faction?

"The eminent monk is ashamed, he is just an ordinary monk." Jueyuan shook his head and looked at the trees in the distance, his voice melodious, "The donor has been watching here for a long time, why not come out and see?"

Yang Tiexin was startled and vigilant in his heart: "There are still enemies?"

Jueyuan shook his head: "This person is following the two of them. I'm afraid he means escort, but he is not a bad person."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the forest, a vigorous laughter sounded, and the night birds took off, circling and chirping in the sky, not daring to return to their nests for a long time.

The next moment, a gray-white figure rushed out of the trees, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the front.

The visitor was a beggar with gray hair and patched clothes.

This person looks old, but his face is rosy and shiny, and his temples are bulging high. It is obvious that the martial arts of the inner family has reached a very advanced level.

With a jasper staff pinned to his waist, he walks like a tiger, and he has his own style.

Jueyuan saw the jasper staff, and then saw the beggar's palm with one finger missing, and immediately understood the identity of the person, put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, it turns out that the beggar gang leader Hong Lao Senior is here."

"Haha, you are so polite as a monk." Hong Qigong smiled awkwardly, "I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to be called an old beggar senior because of your high martial arts skills. I didn't expect Shaolin to be such a master after a long time. It's just, why are you running errands?"

People in the arena have always been free and undisciplined.

Especially the masters, generally do not belong to anyone.

Unless others give too much.

Seeing Hong Qigong, Mu Nianci's face was full of surprise, and he stepped forward to greet him: "Mu Nianci has seen Qigong."

"I didn't expect you to remember Qigong Nianci, not bad, not bad." Hong Qigong always felt great comfort, and he did not waste his protection along the way.

Mu Nianci looked respectful: "What's wrong with Qigong? Qigong taught me martial arts, and he is my master. How can I forget such kindness."