God-level Grandmaster of Martial Arts

It seems ordinary and unremarkable, and it is no different from an old monk, but in Wu Xingyun's eyes, it is very different.

The mind is like stagnant water, not stagnant in things, it is harmonious and transparent, and it is naturally mixed with this side.

It's like being one with the legendary heaven and man.

"Master, at the time of Shaolin's survival, you finally showed up." Looking at the sweeping monk, Wang Feng said lightly, without fear in his heart.

Needless to say, the strength of the sweeping monk can be seen from Wu Xingyun's solemn expression.

Innate seventh realm, not inferior to Wu Xingyun, even, may have reached the peak realm!

Wang Feng is very self-aware, and with his current cultivation realm, he is definitely not his opponent, and just in case, he will bring Wu Xingyun to Shaolin.

Otherwise, if the Sweeping Monk were to take action, with Wang Feng's current cultivation, he would definitely not be able to resist it, and he could only be killed in seconds.

"The devil is born from the heart, the killing is endless, the donor, turn back to the shore!"

Under the gazes of everyone, the sweeping monk walked towards Wang Feng step by step.

It's just that when he walks, it makes people feel very weird, as if there is a sense of spatial confusion.

Obviously, the first breath is still ten feet away, but the next breath has already come to the eyes of everyone.

This kind of cultivation is shocking to the world, even if Wang Feng's Lingbo Weibu, asks himself, there is no absolute certainty to escape.

Wang Feng's heart tightened, and the internal force in his body was running, and he took precautions in advance.

After all, he was the number one expert in the original Zhongtian Dragon World. Even Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo could not resist his move, so Wang Feng had to be cautious.

"What the master said is not entirely correct. The heart is the essence, and all evils do not invade. Adhering to the original heart is my path. How can I go back and say it?"

Wang Feng looked at the sweeping monk who was close at hand, his face was calm, like a wave of water.

This sweeping monk is like a bottomless pit, with no bottom, making it impossible to see his depth at a glance. Compared with Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui, he is much stronger.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk clasped his hands together, shook his head, and said, "The benefactor must be saved by the Buddha's teachings to kill evil. If the benefactor is willing to turn back, the old man is willing to help the benefactor to get rid of his anger, but if the benefactor insists on his own way, the old man has no choice but to leave the benefactor forcibly. "

"Goodness, goodness!"

As soon as the old monk's voice fell, the aura of the whole person became profound and impermanent. It seemed to be in front of him, but it seemed to be far away from the sky. The thick and flawless aura only locked Wang Feng, and firmly suppressed him, making him unable to move. .

Wang Feng's expression changed slightly. Although he knew how powerful the Sweeping Monk was, he didn't expect that in front of him, he would have no resistance in front of him!

"Hmph, don't be hypocritical here, old monk, let the deity come to meet you!"

Wu Xingyun's eyes turned cold, and he stepped forward immediately, blocking the terrifying breath of the sweeping monk, and then burst out with his own momentum to meet the old monk.

"Thousands of laws have no appearance, and ever-changing is impermanent. The old man also wants to see and experience the peerless magic of the Tianshan Tongmao of the Xiaoyao School."

"Roar!"

A shocking roar came out of the old monk's mouth, like a lion's roar, high and domineering, and the surging energy swept out, directly slamming into the two Wu Xingyun.

"So strong!"

Wu Xingyun ran the magic and resisted it with all his strength, but his figure was still pushed out ten feet, leaving two clear footprints on the ground.

Chapter 166 Goddess, Li Canghai Appears

Wang Feng smacked his tongue secretly, this sweeping monk is really a strong pervert!

It is also the Innate Seventh Layer, but the cultivation base of the sweeping monk is obviously much higher than Wu Xingyun. Just an ordinary lion roar, Wu Xingyun can resist with all his strength.

"call..."

Wu Xingyun let out a long breath. In the fight just now, she was already at a disadvantage. She looked up at the sweeping monk with a cold face.

Wang Feng stepped forward to support Wu Xingyun. He was locked by the air machine just now and could not be turbulent. He could not act until the floor sweeper took back his breath.

boom!

Seeing Wu Xingyun's face, slightly pale, Wang Feng's heart was filled with a monstrous killing intent, his eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion!

"Feng, you can't..." Wu Xingyun, who knew the power of the sweeper, grabbed Wang Feng.

"Xingyun, this old monk is determined to keep me, and I, Wang Feng, are not afraid, but he shouldn't shoot at you!"

Wang Feng's eyes were indifferent and could not be resisted, even if Wu Xingyun still held him tightly, he could not change his mind.

What about the sweeper?

What about the congenital seven peaks?

If I exchange an experience card, it will still crush you, isn't it just 120,000 points?

Do you really think that I can't bear it?

Wu Xingyun didn't know what Wang Feng was thinking, but he felt his heart warm and showed a gentle smile, "Feng, I will fight side by side with you, even if I die, I have no regrets!"

"Don't worry, even if I am old today, I will let him come and go!" Wang Feng turned around and swept towards the sweeping monk, his eyes extremely indifferent.

The masters of all sects and factions present have long been stunned.

Having seen Wang Feng's invincible appearance, and seeing that the woman beside him is also so tyrannical, overwhelming the world's heroes, he is numb.

But after seeing the earth-shattering methods of the sweeping monk, there were huge waves in the hearts of everyone.

It is said that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the human being. This Shaolin truly deserves to be a sacred place of Buddhism that has been passed down for thousands of years. Any unnamed old monk who walks out is actually a master of the world.

No one dared to underestimate the heritage of Shaolin.

As for Wang Feng and the two, the masters of various factions present also did not know how to describe them.

If this old Shaolin monk was not born, Wang Feng alone would have swept the major martial arts schools in the Central Plains.

"Amitabha, since the two refuse to turn back, the old man can only call the shots for the two of them." The sweeping monk proclaimed the Buddha's name with a look of compassion on his face.

The wind gradually blew up, holding up the monk's robe, and it fluttered with the wind. The three strands of white beard were blown away, and an invisible momentum was suppressed all over his body.

This aura was mixed with the surrounding heaven and earth, as if they were fused with each other, as if it was pressed down by an insurmountable peak, which made everyone present only feel that their hearts sank suddenly, and some of them were short of breath.

The sweeping monk was glowing with precious light, and his precious appearance was solemn. He looked like an eminent monk, and his true energy was turning, and he was about to shoot.

Wang Feng's expression was also extremely indifferent. The exchange mall had already opened, and he was about to start exchanging an experience card.

call...

At this moment, a fresh breeze came in, with a hint of coolness, making everyone present feel a little cold all over. The next moment, the pressure on their feet lightened, and the momentum exerted by the floor sweeper on them completely disappeared.

"Old monk, in your capacity, is it too much to bully two people who are not as powerful as you?"

"Do you think that there is no one in our Xiaoyao faction?"

A light and empty female voice came from all directions, echoing over the square.

"Canghai! It's Canghai! Feng, it's my little junior sister, Li Canghai!"

"I can hear it, that's her voice!"

As soon as this female voice appeared, Wu Xingyun was shaken all over. She looked around, looking excited and happy, and there were faint tears in her eyes.

Li Canghai?

Isn't she the little junior sister of Wuyazi!

At the beginning, Wang Feng got the news that Li Canghai had died a long time ago, but she suddenly appeared here today. Could it be that she has been feigning death?

"Little Junior Sister! Junior Junior Sister, where are you?" Wu Xingyun shouted loudly, hoping to see Li Canghai.

The whole square was silent, only the breeze kept blowing slowly.

Not far away, a white figure came slowly from the sky.

This is a woman who looks to be in her twenties. She has a beautiful appearance, a charming country, curved eyebrows, and looks very kind. A pair of big eyes, bright and deep, like the stars in the universe.

Her skin was creamy, white as snow, her hair stood up high, and she didn't have the slightest breath, just like an ordinary person.

"Senior sister, stay safe."

She walked to Wu Xingyun and asked calmly, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"Little Junior Sister, it's really you, it's really you..." Wu Xingyun grabbed her hands and read it up and down, crying with joy.

It is really not many that can make top masters like Wu Xingyun cry with joy.

From childhood to adulthood, Wu Xingyun and Li Canghai have studied art together, and they have a very good relationship. If it wasn't for Wu Yazi, she would not have fought with Li Qiushui, which led to the separation of the brothers and sisters and never saw each other again.

It's been seventy years!

"Feng, this is my little junior sister, Li Canghai." Wu Xingyun quickly introduced to Wang Feng.

Li Canghai's eyes turned to Xiang Wang Feng, and while looking at him, he bowed.

"Li Canghai, a disciple of the Xiaoyao School, pays a visit to the head."

Wang Feng is the head of the Xiaoyao sect, and any disciple, even the masters of the older generation, must bow. This is the rule of the Xiaoyao sect.

"Don't be too polite, this is a family, no need to be polite." Wang Feng said quickly.

A flash of admiration flashed in Li Canghai's eyes, he nodded, turned and walked towards the floor sweeper.

"Old monk, you and I are both the peaks of the seven-fold congenital innate. How about I take the place of the head and play against you? What do you think?"

Li Canghai's voice was very cold, like a goddess aloof, who didn't eat human fireworks.

Wang Feng is the head of the Xiaoyao sect. If this old monk wants to imprison Wang Feng, it is tantamount to beating the Xiaoyao sect's face.

As the few remaining major disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect today, Li Canghai wants to make the Sweeping Monk look good.

This is a face-to-face battle, and she doesn't intend to show mercy.

Chapter 167 Li Canghai vs. Sweeping Monk, the battle of the world!

Chapter 41 The Great War

The sweeping monk looked at Li Canghai and nodded lightly.

"Amitabha, God's will is so, Lao Na offended."

At the realm of Li Canghai and Sweeping Monk, there is no need to use too many words to explain.

Every move, every word, every word, you can understand the intention of the other party.

As a disciple of the Xiaoyao School, Li Canghai must not be able to watch Wang Feng be detained in the Shaolin Temple.

The sweeping monk also has his own perseverance. He has lived in seclusion in Shaolin for decades, and has an incense relationship with Shaolin. When Shaolin is in great trouble, he cannot stay out of it.

As a result, two contemporary peak powerhouses, a battle is inevitable.

call!

In an instant, a gust of wind blew up, the grass and leaves were swept up, and the sky was full of smoke and dust, floating on this square.

The masters of the various factions who were watching were involuntarily pushed out several dozen feet away, completely staying away from the venue.

And Wang Feng and Wu Xingyun were also sent out by Li Canghai.

The sweeping monk folded his hands together, his whole body was full of energy, and a circle of golden light could be seen shining around his body, and he was as motionless as a mountain in this gust of wind.

"Buddhist golden light?"

Li Canghai frowned, and immediately, the mysterious power in his body started to work, like a tidal wave.

Whoosh!

Her pace was like a butterfly wearing flowers, dancing in the wind, her figure was like a feather, crossing over.

"Baihong Palm Power!"

He swung out his left hand, and a palm print of infuriating condensed air in the void ripped apart the air, and slammed directly in front of the sweeping monk's xiong.

Bang!

The palm was in, and everyone saw it clearly, but the strange thing was that the palm disappeared in the next second.

The sweeping monk was as steady as Mount Tai, looking at Li Canghai calmly.

"Qi Condensing City Wall? Well, it's really extraordinary."

Li Canghai's gaze was fixed three feet in front of the sweeping monk, and there appeared a ray of light, faintly, and condensed with the surrounding space, and ordinary people could not notice it at all.