Martial Arts: My Wudang Bear Child, Cholera Jianghu

There is a faint light in the eyes, enough to penetrate everything, just a light sweep.

The Quanzhen disciples were shocked all over, feeling a strong sense of oppression, lowered their heads one after another, bowed their heads and said:

"Meet the ancestors!"

"Congratulations to Patriarch for leaving the customs!"

The majestic voice soared into the sky, full of momentum and shocking.

This middle-aged Taoist priest is none other than Quanzhen Patriarch Wang Chongyang!

"Hahaha, good!"

Wang Chongyang nodded slightly and laughed loudly.

"Cheji, you have worked hard these years."

He has been in seclusion for more than ten years, and he doesn't care about foreign affairs, he only wants to make a breakthrough in martial arts.

But seeing the momentum of hundreds of disciples like a rainbow, and the Quanzhen Sect's atmosphere, Wang Chongyang couldn't help feeling relieved

"I don't dare to be a disciple."

Qiu Chuji waited for the Quanzhen Seven Sons, with a look of panic on their faces.

Wang Chongyang took everyone's expressions into his eyes, frowned and said:

"During the retreat as a teacher, something happened?!"

The Quanzhen Seven Sons looked at each other, then knelt on the ground and shouted:

"Master, please be the master of my Quanzhen sect!" Cun.

Chapter 80: Wang Chongyang goes out!Evil Buddha Sweeping Monk!

Wang Chongyang saw the expressions of humiliation, grief and indignation on the faces of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

Immediately frowning, said in a deep voice:

"What happened, tell me!"

For the past ten years or so, he has closed his mind, collected his energy and blood, and pursued breakthroughs in martial arts.

Therefore, I don't know anything about what happened to the outside world.

Otherwise, with his cultivation level, within a ten-mile radius of Zhongnan Mountain, no disturbances could be concealed from his eyes and ears!

The Seven Sons of Quanzhen had already thought up their speech, and immediately said in grief and indignation:

"Master, there was a madman who came to Quanzhen Sect to provoke him a few months ago."

Bloodbath Wudang, chickens and dogs will not be spared!

"We saw that lunatic looked like a three-year-old child, so we didn't want to pay attention."

"I didn't expect this person to get worse and hurt many disciples. The strength of the disciples is not good. They are not his opponents, but they are humiliated.

"But the skills are not as good as others, we can bear it, but he cursed..."

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen said this, but suddenly stopped, with a look of hesitation on their faces.

It seems that there is something unspeakable, which cannot be said.

"What did he scold?!"

Wang Chongyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was some coldness in his voice.

"Eight Eight Three" Quanzhen Seven Sons hesitated and said:

"He...he even scolded me that Quanzhen's teaching is not so good!

"Even daring to insult Master...No... More than that, it's just a false name..."

boom!

When Wang Chongyang opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his pupils, and a majestic pressure burst out from his whole body!

The void seemed to be crushed, and the roar shook.

The faces of the Quanzhen Seven Sons suddenly turned pale, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them, and they even had difficulty breathing.

The other Quanzhen disciples were trembling all over, like small boats sailing in the sea and encountering strong winds and waves, they would be submerged at any time.

"Master... Master..."

The Quanzhen Seven sons gritted their teeth and spoke with difficulty.

The madman they were talking about was naturally Su Li back then.

That day Su Li coerced Quanzhen, making Quanzhen sect lose face.

The Seven Sons of Quanzhen have long held grudges in their hearts, but they have no ability to retaliate, so they can only wait for Wang Chongyang

But this matter is because their skills are not as good as others, Wang Chongyang may not stand up for them.

Therefore, they had no choice but to bend the facts and tell the truth, in order to provoke Wang Chongyang to take action.

The Quanzhen Sect was so humiliated.

Naturally, it was impossible for Wang Chongyang to sit idly by.

And as a generation of celestial beings, he will never let anyone who dares to insult him!

"Humph!"

Wang Chongyang snorted coldly.

After dissipating the coercion around him, he said in a deep voice:

"Where's your uncle?!"

"Uncle Master, he is no match for that madman!"

"Berton is not his opponent?!"

Wang Chongyang couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard this.

Although junior brother Zhou Botong is unbearably stubborn, his martial arts are not weak!

It has already broken through the realm of heaven and man.

Looking around the rivers and lakes, there are very few people like Zhou Botong!

Even Zhou Botong was no match.

It means that the lunatic is at least the existence of the middle stage of heaven and man.

Wang Chongyang remained silent, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look.

It looks like a three-year-old child, but possesses such terrifying power, he can't figure out who it is.

"Who is coming?!"

Quanzhen disciple was overjoyed, "His name is Su Li, and he claims to be from Wudang!"

"Wudang?!"

A cold light flickered in Wang Chongyang's eyes.

Both Wudang and Quanzhen sects belong to Taoist sects, and it was only in the past few decades that sects and sects were established.

Therefore, they are often compared by the world, which one is stronger and weaker.

Wang Chongyang attaches great importance to false fame, so he doesn't have much affection for Wudang.

In particular, he and Zhang Sanfeng are similar in realm, but the world only respects Zhang Sanfeng as a generation of martial arts myth, which makes Wang Chongyang quite annoyed.

Now people from Wudang came to Quanzhen Sect to provoke and speak out.

Anger suddenly rose in Wang Chongyang's heart, and he sneered:

The poor Taoist has not been in the rivers and lakes for many years, so this time he will meet the old Taoist Zhang! "

Shaolin!

Mahavira Hall.

The originally resplendent palace was filled with shadows, and the atmosphere was gloomy and frightening.

A few figures appeared in the lingering smoke.

They are the newly-appointed Shaolin abbot Xuanci, and the first empty news of Luohan Hall, the first empty view of precept hall, and the first empty view of Bodhidharma Hall!

At this time, all four of them looked terrified, nervously looking at an old monk in front of them.

The old monk turned his back to the four of them and stood silently under the golden Buddha, exuding a suffocating pressure from his whole body.

Under this coercion, the void kept trembling, as if it couldn't bear the existence of this old monk.

"What happened to the investigation you were asked to do?!"

The hoarse voice was filled with chills.

The four monks trembled all over, and they all shuddered.

"Return...report...Master...have checked...found it."

"The person who set fire to the Sutra Pavilion before was Wudang disciple Su Li!"

Abbot Xuanci stammered, his voice trembling.

"Wudang?!"

The old monk was surprised, then turned around suddenly.

This old monk is the sweeping monk.

It's just that the appearance of the sweeping monk has changed a lot.

One side of the body was haggard and black, like charred charcoal.

The muscles on one side of the body are knotted, exuding an amazing sense of strength, like a dormant dragon.

One side of his face was extremely ferocious, and the corners of his mouth were drawn down below the ears, revealing sharp teeth.

Just seeing this face makes one shudder!

And the reason why the sweeping monk has such an astonishing change is all because of Bodhidharma's slough.

Bodhidharma's slough made the sweeping monk alive, and he also possessed the power of a land god.

But the evil thoughts left by Bodhidharma completely controlled the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk's dark pupils swept over Xuanci and the others, and said coldly:

"Bloodwashing Wudang, no chicken or dog will be spared!"

The sound rumbled, like the roar of a ferocious beast, wanting to choose someone to devour.

"Is...?...But...Master, Wudang has Zhang Sanfeng in command, I'm afraid..."

Xuanci was sweating profusely, trembling all over...

The whole Shaolin is now shrouded in the magic power of the sweeping monk, that's why the Xuanci four monks are so afraid

But letting Shaolin bloodbath Wudang is simply impossible.

So he wanted to persuade one or two, but he didn't finish talking.

A palm that looked like a dragon's claw was already pinching his head.

boom!

Use five fingers slightly.

Xuanci's head exploded like a watermelon!

The red ones shot everywhere, splashing down in the Daxiong Palace.

The three monks Kong Wen, Kong Jian, and Kong Nian opened their eyes wide and their faces were full of horror.

"Shaolin has no shortage of abbots."

The sweeping monk glanced at the three monks and shot out a terrifying beam of light.

In the end, it landed on Kong Wen, the chief seat of the Arhat Hall, and said coldly: