Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

Southern Shaolin is in a sensitive period now.

Heart Candle, Heart Lamp and Heart Pet died in battle.

Heart Eyebrow just became a demon.

Heart Mirror is not up to the task.

Heart Tree is a monk who changed his job halfway and only knows how to practice martial arts to maintain health.

The highest generation of the Heart generation in Southern Shaolin now only has the oldest Master Xinhu left.

Even so.

Even if he is the abbot of Southern Shaolin.

Huashan still does not give any face.

Now there is a sense of imminent use of force and expulsion.

"I will die if my body dies."

"There is nothing to be attached to."

Master Xinhu said bitterly: "But the thousand-year heritage of Shaolin cannot start to decline from me."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Everyone's feeling was very cold.

Your Southern Shaolin is declining, but we still have Northern Shaolin.

Besides, if your Shaolin is declining, shouldn’t we at Huashan be even happier?

“Ah…”

Master Xinhu realized Huashan’s malicious intentions.

So he didn’t bother to talk nonsense.

He took out a pill recipe from his bosom and said, “I heard that Huashan has been proficient in business in the past ten years. That old monk is also vulgar for once. I am willing to use this pill recipe, plus a piece of information, in exchange for a Bailing Pill.”

The Bailing Pill is the holy medicine of Huashan.

It’s not surprising that Shaolin knows about it.

“How do you know…”

“Forget it.”

Feng Qingyang still wanted to conceal the existence of the Bailing Pill.

But Sun Baifa is still alive and kicking.

That is the best evidence.

Feng Qingyang was too lazy to lie with his eyes open.

"What is the recipe?"

Yue Buqun doesn't care about this little flaw.

"The Life-Creating Pill."

"Derived from..."

Master Xinhu answered quickly.

"Okay." 337 Yue Buqun agreed without thinking.

No choice.

The name of the Life-Creating Pill is too famous.

It can suppress the three deadly poisons, namely, the Green Silkworm Poison Gu, the Crane's Beak Red, and the Peacock Gallbladder.

It is a magical medicine that can extend life for 9 years.

Even if it doesn't have the effect of suppressing toxins.

Even if there is a limit of only one pill.

But the nine-year extension of life alone is enough to redeem the promissory note.

"Thank you, Master Yue, for your help."

Master Xinhu thanked him, "With the Bailing Pill, my chances of escaping this trip unscathed are more than 50%."

He clasped his hands together again.

His attitude was very humble.

Yue Buqun then took out his Bailing Pill.

Exchanged for the recipe of Shengsheng Zaohua Pill.

And a note.

"As for the message, it's all on the note."

"I'll take my leave."

Master Xinhu got what he wanted.

After saying goodbye.

He happily went down the mountain.

"Young Yue."

Feng Qingyang was dissatisfiedHe said: "You don't have to give that old bald donkey face. Now we are in Huashan..."

"This medicine is prepared for you."

Yue Buqun replied with a smile.

Feng Qingyang's face froze.

Others were also unable to change their minds for a while.

"Extend life for nine years."

Yue Buqun looked at Feng Qingyang's white hair and sighed: "Uncle Master, you are old too."

Everyone suddenly realized.

Feng Qingyang also realized Yue Buqun's good intentions.

No words.

He patted Yue Buqun's shoulder.

Hiding all the gratitude and emotion in his heart.

"Fifth-level magic medicine."

"It lives up to its reputation."

Yue Buqun took a look at the recipe of Shengsheng Zaohua Pill.

He couldn't help but sigh.

He finally understood why Master Xinhu did not take out the recipes of Dahuan Dan and other pills, but chose Shengsheng Zaohua Dan.

First, it is because Shengsheng Zaohua Dan is extremely difficult to refine. Even the fifth-level art has a high chance of failure. It is best to have a sixth-level medical skill to have sufficient guarantee of success.

Second, it is because Shengsheng Zaohua Dan is not a direct inheritance of Shaolin, but a relic from a group called [Shennong Gang] hundreds of years ago.

Master Xinhu naturally does not feel sorry for being generous to others.

"What's wrong?"

Everyone is suspicious.

Yue Buqun shook his head and opened the note with important news.

But Yue Buqun's face changed drastically as soon as he saw it.

Others also smelled a strong sense of uneasiness.

Time goes back to two days ago.

The yellow sand outside the pass is getting worse.

The wind and sand are blowing together.

It is vast and boundless.

It was pitch dark.

Ding Baiyun, wearing a bamboo hat, looked at the rolling dust outside and shook his head.

"No wonder so many foreign tribes want to enter the pass."

"No wonder Bai Tianyu dreams of going south to the Central Plains."

Ding Baiyun suddenly understood Bai Tianyu's ambition.

Even the choice of all grassland tribes.

However.

In this vast sandstorm.

A moving figure like clear water slowly walked out and walked slowly.

Ding Baiyun instantly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Master.

A very terrifying master.

"Excuse me."

The voice was cold and moving.

And her arrival made the originally dry and dilapidated post station lively.

Even as a woman, Ding Baiyun had to admire the temperament of this woman.

"Traveling at this time."

"Won't it be troublesome?"

Ding Baiyun looked at the other party and asked a soul-searching question.

"Then you are the same?"

The woman in green was not polite.

She knew that Ding Baiyun was not the owner of this place.

Because there are still many such abandoned post stations outside the Great Wall.

They were once the northern part of the Han army.Supply point on the mountain.

Now the Ming army is retreating inside the Great Wall.

No longer marching north.

This place is naturally deserted.

"It seems that you know me very well."

Ding Baiyun is ready to go.

A delicate beauty.

Walking alone outside the Great Wall.

Or coming directly for me.

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"Ding Baiyun, the daughter of the Ding family."

"She is a master of the Ding family swordsmanship and is known as the Fairy Baiyun in the world."

The woman in green replied with a smile.

She even slowly took off her veil.

"So beautiful."

This is what Ding Baiyun said in his heart.

Although she had already guessed the beauty of the woman in green.

But she didn't expect that the woman in green was more beautiful than she thought, and was definitely one of the three most beautiful women she had ever seen.

Even the lady Taohua, who was famous both inside and outside the pass, was at least one level inferior to her.

"Holy Cult."

"Han Yu."

Han Yu bowed.

"Saint Aunt."

Ding Baiyun was immediately moved.

The Sun and Moon Demon Cult had a beautiful Saint Aunt. []

The news had spread all over the martial arts world.

But Han Yu's martial arts and true appearance were still mysteries in the martial arts world.

Countless people who were curious wanted to explore.

As a result, they all disappeared.

As a result, Han Yu's identity became more mysterious and terrifying.

"Han Yu wants to thank you."

Han Yu's smile suddenly became brighter.

"Hmm?"

Ding Baiyun realized that something was wrong.

"I have long wanted to stir up trouble in Huashan."

"Before, I wanted to pretend to be a Plum Blossom Thief and steal the magic weapons ordered by Huashan, but I couldn't help but fail to cooperate with Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi, so I finally gave up."

Han Yu said calmly.

But Ding Baiyun was horrified.

Yue Buqun's previous feeling was correct, but Han Yu's fear was not fulfilled.

"Do you think you can defeat me?"

When Ding Baiyun said this, it meant that she was already weak.

In response to this.

Han Yu's smile became brighter.

"As long as we take you down, we can lure out the Ding family."

"Once the Ding family moves, Huashan will definitely move."

Han Yu said confidently: "Then the Holy Church will have a chance, and the leader can also benefit from it."

At this moment.

The White Cloud Sword blooms beautiful and deadly sword flowers.

Each sword flower seems to have the evil of devouring beauty and destroying life.

Each move is accompanied by the shrillness of tearing the air and wailing.

Ding family swordsmanship.

It has reached its peak so far.

But the opponent is Han Yu.

He killed several twenty-four solar terms and his strength is comparable to the powerful existence of the Sun and Moon Demon Sect's left and right envoys of light.

In an instant.

The dilapidated post station was as cold as an ice cellar.

Ding Baiyun's sword flower was sluggish.

Even the circulation of Qi and blood and true Qi slowed down.

"Your sword skills are better than I thought."

Han Yu easily broke the Ding family's sword skills.

Then she pointed her hand.

Hit the tip of the sword.

Ding Baiyun staggered back.

His face turned pale.

At the same time, the breath he exhaled was also cold.

"Do you know why I am Han Yu?"

Han Yu was very proud.

"You talk too much."

Ding Baiyun answered with gritted teeth.

She circulated her true Qi frantically.

Let the Qi and blood become active, otherwise she would have no chance of winning.

"No way."

"I haven't said a word for more than ten days in pursuit of you."

Han Yu pretended to be pitiful.

But the more she acted, the more sad Ding Baiyun felt.

Because Han Yu was still thinking of teasing him when she was facing him.

It shows how confident she is.

"Okay."

"I'm not kidding you."

Han Yu pointed out with her finger.

It was obviously a very ordinary fingering.

But in Ding Baiyun's eyes, there was the horror of the Wuxiang Jie Finger and the magic of the Nianhua Finger.

What made her most painful was that her fingertips had not touched yet.

But the cold had already eroded into her bones.

Retreat.

Retreat again and again.

Retired and retreated, and a sword crossed the sky.

Perhaps it was a sympathetic interaction of Qi.

Or perhaps it was an explosion on the battlefield.

Ding Baiyun’s first sword energy in his life came out horizontally, and it slashed at Han Yu’s finger with incredible precision.

However.

Han Yu’s finger was not broken.

Instead, it clamped the Baiyun Sword accurately.

“Sorry.”

“I just happened to practice the Iron Finger Technique.”

Han Yu smiled again.

This smile was very cold.

Very cruel.

Then Ding Baiyun’s consciousness began to blur.

The body gradually softened. .