Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Boom!" The ground shook instantly as if it was about to fall apart.

"How is it possible? His strength has increased by more than 50% in the past six months."

Fang Shizhou had been in contact with Wen Jue and was shocked to see how ferocious he was now.

Mi Cangqiong nodded slightly: "Obviously, Wen Jue has been hiding his tricks."

"He is much stronger than Xingyin."

"Humph!" Fang Shizhou was dissatisfied: "He's just a treacherous person."

"As far as I know, before Xingyin died, he never took action."

Mi Cangqiong shook his head, Fang Shizhou's state was still far behind.

It was obvious that Monk Wenjue had practiced some technique before.

That's why he didn't take action.

Now I have to take action again.

"Okay, okay, Murong Fu's four generals are really powerful."

"It was just a warm-up before! Next, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Wen Jue clasped his hands together and showed a strange smile.

Flying in the wind and standing in the sky, it gives people a different kind of compassion.

“Buddha…demon…just have one thought.

"Nonsense!" Deng Baichuan shouted loudly, using his spiritual power to attack Wenjue.

Countless palm prints form waves that splash into the sky, flowing endlessly.

Rushing towards Wenjue.

"Amitabha!" Sanskrit sounds sounded behind Wenjue, and the strange Buddha held the orchid seal with his hand.

Point towards the rushing water.

Strong winds rose, and the sky was filled with demonic energy.

The two forces collided again.

"Boom!"

The earth is trembling, the sky and the earth are changing color.

have to say.

Deng Baichuan's spiritual power is already considered top-notch in this world.

"Not bad."

"Donor Deng's level of spiritual power is already one level higher than that of a poor monk."

"Okay, my demonic energy is everywhere and endless."

"You're still far from defeating me."

Wenjue said with a smile.

"Brother, have you noticed it?"

"This monk's expression is very mean."

"How about we attack together and kill him."

Bao BuTong really can’t stand it anymore.

"That's right, what's endless."

"Let's just blow him up." Feng BoE echoed.

"Haha, I think the third and fourth children are right."

"Let's take action together and kill him."

Gong Yeqian smiled slightly and said.

"Haha, then we four brothers will take action together."

"Destroy this stinky monk."

Deng Baichuan no longer persisted, laughed loudly, and strode towards Wen Jue.

"Brother, you are cheating!" Feng BoE followed closely behind with a big knife in his shoulder.

Bao BuTong curled his lips and looked at Gong Yeqian with disdain, and they both left together.

"Amitabha!"

"Why don't you benefactors practice martial ethics?"

"Bullying the few with the many is really despised by everyone in the world."

Wen Jue began to panic.

One-on-one, he is not afraid of Deng Baichuan.

But he really can't beat one against four. M..

Two fists can't beat four hands. Now, he only has one pair of hands, how can he withstand eight hands.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sky is filled with sword light and countless fist shadows.

How could one resist a mere demonic shadow of Buddha?

The attacks of the four generals Murong Fu shattered after a moment.

"Failed!"

"Wenjue is defeated!"

Fang Shizhou shook his head. He had never thought of helping.

He was annoyed to death about Wen Jue.

Boom——

Wenjue flew away and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Deng Baichuan and the four others were not in a hurry to kill, they all stood in the air.

Unless they show mercy.

But they felt Wen Jue's weirdness.

"This guy seems to have been beaten on purpose."

Bao BuTong expressed everyone's doubts.

"Haha..." Wen Jue covered his chest and laughed wildly.

"Hey, are you sick?" Feng Bo asked in confusion.

"Sick?" Wen Jue shook his head: "The monk is not sick, the monk just finds the world interesting."

"My life will not be in vain."

"I'm sick!" Feng BoE said in confusion: "What else is this guy going to say?"

Deng Baichuan and Bao Bubu shook their heads, both of them were surprised.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared on Wen Jue.

The whole person became extremely holy.

The sky surrounded by demonic energy became extremely sacred.

However, the shattered Buddha behind Wenjue.

Reappear.

However, what appeared was no longer the Buddha, but a ferocious demon statue.

"This guy is a pervert!"

"First, create a demon Buddha with a ferocious voice."

"Now you've created a benevolent golem?"

Feng BoE couldn't help but complain.

"Buddhist people have always been very talkative and sneaky."

"It's not surprising that he can come up with these things."

Bao BuTong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his tone full of contempt.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Hamidas, kana drops."

The demon statue muttered something and spoke an ancient magic language.

"Is this guy alive?" Deng Baichuan felt something was wrong.

The fact that the golem can talk is inherently weird.

"Amitabha, everyone!"

"Since you don't want to go to the Paradise."

"Then the poor monk will send you to hell."

Wen Jue no longer had a kind look on his face, but instead had a fierce look on his face, filled with murderous intent.

"nausea!"

"Kill him!" Bao BuTong waved his hand and was the first to hit Wenjue.

"Do it!" Deng Baichuan, Feng BoE, and Gong Yeqian followed closely behind.

"Haha, change!" Wenjue laughed, and the surrounding scene changed instantly.

Bao BuTong and the other four people suddenly realized that three Wenjue appeared.

"what happened!"

"Where are the eldest brother, the second brother, and the fourth brother?"

Bao BuTong's expression changed, even though he knew these three people were fake.

But I can feel the spiritual energy flowing from the other party.

“When the truth is false, the false is also true, and when the false is true, the true is also false.”

"Donor, guess which one is the poor monk's true form?"

Wen Jue's voice was loud and he kept talking in Bao BuTong's ear.

"Humph, there's so much nonsense, you die!"

Bao BuTong took action against one of the Wenjue, with a slap in the face without any politeness.

The palm wind spiritual power carries the power of circle vibration.

"Bang!"

One of them used the same palm force, but fought differently with Bao.

"So strong!" Bao BuTong felt his palms go numb, and he took a few steps back following the sudden drop.

In addition, one Wen Jue had quick hands and quick eyes. He could raise his hand and strike with a knife, and then strike at Bao Ding's neck with a knife.

"I'll wipe it!" Bao Bubu was so frightened when he saw the knife coming.

His body dwarfed and he hurriedly hid.

"Crack!"

The sharp sword light cut a long mark on the earth.

"Made, why do you think this knife belongs to Lao Si?"

Bao BuTong couldn't help but complain.

To his surprise, the other three Wenjue also started fighting.

At the same time, the same doubts came out.

"Why is this guy's spiritual attributes so similar to Bao?"

"Why is this person so similar to the second child's moves?"

…

"Amitabha, demons arise from the mind, and Buddha enters all living beings."

"Four of you, let's fight well."

At this moment, the real Wenjue was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Looking at the four people killing each other with a smile like smoke.