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

Land of Changbai.

By the edge of Tianchi Lake.

Northern Shaolin arrived first.

"Strange."

"Didn't Qingcheng Sect and Songshan Sect set out long ago?"

Fang Ci looked around and found no trace of people.

Beijing Shaolin has more than Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng.

Originally, there were more than ten monks with the surname Fang.

They were either the abbot of Damo Academy or the abbot of Prajna Hall.

But in the battle of Dongfang Bubai in the past.

Northern Shaolin suffered heavy losses.

As a result, some monks who had retired from the world had to come out to take charge of the situation.

This monk Fang Ci is older than Fang Sheng and is a truly enlightened monk.

He doesn't like disputes in the martial arts world.

He doesn't like the heavy work in the temple.

Every day, he meditates and asks Buddha, and studies Buddhism.

Naturally.

His martial arts were not very good at the beginning.

But with the deepening of Buddhism, his understanding of various Buddhist martial arts became more and more thorough.

Practicing makes it twice as effective with half the effort.

To this day.

His cultivation has long surpassed Fang Sheng.

"Brother."

Fang Sheng shook his head and said, "Maybe Qingcheng Sect and Songshan Sect were delayed by something."

"After all, this is Changbai Land."

"It is reasonable to get lost occasionally."

Although Fang Zheng had doubts.

But he did not think about it in detail.

"Wudang and Shangqing Temple traveled together."

"Shendao Hall came from the west."

"So now there are only Emei and Beggar Gang left."

Laojie, Liaokong and Liaofan said one by one.

It is a tacit understanding.

But it is a little strange in the eyes of Northern Shaolin.

"Xinmei and Xinjian are not here?"

"Did you succeed?"

Perhaps in the eyes of those who are interested, Southern Shaolin's move is a bit of a cover-up.

But in the eyes of a wise man like Fangzheng, more and more critical information is captured.

"It is just a small success."

"You must protect the reputation of our temple for more than a thousand years."

Liaokong and Liaofan sighed.

"Amitabha."

Fang Sheng chanted a Buddhist name.

He also understood the meaning of Sanliao's words.

In addition to being excited, he also mourned for Gu Santong.

"Abbot."

"The Beggars' Gang is here."

A monk with a bulging temple came with a stick.

He is the leader of the eighteen monks.

He will also be the host of the Eighteen Arhats Formation.

In the past few years.

They have all been trained by Shaolin Temple.

Specialize in stick techniques and formations.

Not seeking to deal with grandmasters.

As long as they can trap the peerless masters at the top of the weapon list.

"Master Fangzheng, Master Liaojie."

"Hello, masters."

The leader of the Beggars' Sect, Jie Feng, has arrived.

He brought more than ten elders with him.Old hand, come to help.

"Huh?"

"Are you the only ones here? Where's Emei?"

Xie Feng asked, "Emei is on the same route as us, and they set out a day earlier than us..."

For this competition.

Xie Feng felt that he had a sure win.

After all, even Dongfang Bubai back then would most likely die in Tianchi.

Not to mention that Gu Santong was a cheap guy who had achieved the status of Grandmaster by practicing magic.

"Could it be that he got lost too?"

Fang Sheng was puzzled.

How could he get lost by such a coincidence?

"Is it impossible?"

"The four elders and the two swordsmen from Emei are out this time."

Jie Feng wondered, "The four elders are veterans in the martial arts world, with rich experience. Even if they get lost, they can't be slower than us."

The four elders of Emei are the strongest four people besides the head of the sect.

Because they are not only of the same generation as Fang Zheng, Fang Sheng and others.

Moreover, because in their middle age, they dominated the martial arts world with the Four Symbols Sword Formation guarded by the Emei Sect.

To this day.

Maybe you can say they are old.

But you can never say they are bad.

As for the Emei Twin Swords, they are also the last generation of geniuses of the Emei Sect.

The fact that they are listed in the Weapon List at the same time is the best explanation.

"Everything has its surprises."

"If they just get lost, it's okay..."

Fang Zheng sighed.

Everyone understood the implication.

The mood was inevitably heavy.

Because the participants in this battle can be said to be the core forces of the major righteous sects in the Central Plains.

The Demon Cult will not miss such an opportunity.

Even the East Factory, which has always wanted to control the martial arts world, will secretly interfere.

It is said.

In order to keep an eye on the East Factory.

The Six Gates even dispatched two major constables and hundreds of elites.

Only the most reputable Guo Shenbu was left in the capital.

It can be said.

This moment is the emptiest moment of the headquarters since the establishment of the Six Gates.

"Everyone, take a good rest."

"Maybe Gu Santong will arrive soon."

Master Fang Sheng began to smooth things over.

The people of the Beggar Gang did not say anything else.

Some sat cross-legged on the spot to practice and restore their true energy.

Some took out wine and dried meat and began to feast on them.

But...

The Emei Sect they were talking about.

At this time, it had been completely wiped out.

In a hidden beast path in the distance.

The four elders of Emei lay in a mess on both sides of the beast path.

They were barely breathing.

They couldn't move.

And Taoist Songwen knelt in front of Zhu Wushi, his face pale, with blood on his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

"Where are the Emei swords?"

Zhu Wushi asked coldly.

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This is extremely fatal.

"They didn't come."

The Taoist Songwen replied weakly.

At this moment.

He couldn't believe that the great Iron-hearted Divine Marquis would attack them. []

Everything happened too fast.

It was almost a matter of breathing.

The four famous Emei elders fell down just like that.

And he couldn't even take Zhu Wushi's palm.

"No."

"They were still in the team when they passed through the capital."

Zhu Wushi was sure that there were no fish that had escaped the net nearby.

So he was afraid of being exposed.

The Taoist Songwen answered truthfully: "We encountered the Sun and Moon Demon Sect halfway, and they were severely injured by Ren Woxing and stayed in Hengshan to rest."

He looked at the Songwen sword broken into two pieces on the ground.

He felt sad.

"Ren Woxing again."

Zhu Wusi's eyes flashed with coldness.

But he didn't hold back.

He immediately sucked the blood out of the Taoist priest Songwen.

"Looks good but not useful."

The Taoist priest Songwen's inner strength was even less than he expected.

It's a pity that he is the elder of the Emei Twin Swords.

"Fortunately, we have them."

Zhu Wusi turned to look at the four elders of Emei.

These four old guys have pure power.

They are indeed the direct descendants of the Emei Sect.

Absorbing any one of them would be more satisfying than devouring two Taoist priests Songwen.

"Emei Twin Swords."

"You are lucky..."

Zhu Wusi began to kill.

For Su Xin.

For his ambitions that he had hidden for many years.

He must complete this killing game so that Gu Santong will be cut off from the world.

And now.

Only Shaolin, Wudang, Shangqing and Beggars' Sect are left.

Baishan.

Heishui.

The flaming red maple leaves are dazzling.

The golden larch is noble and extraordinary.

The verdant pine and cypress are full of vitality.

All this is interwoven into a wonder of heaven and earth.

It seems to include all four seasons in a painting.

Yue Buqun strolls in it.

Appreciate the different beauty of autumn.

Feel the magic created by life.

His goal is the mysterious Tianchi.

But before that.

He still has to do some trivial things.

For example, the Sun and Moon Demon Sect.

For example, Ren Woxing.

The five-element flags of the Sun-Moon Demon Cult and the elites of the twelve halls were hidden in this majestic and magnificent place.

They had no intention of appreciating this charm.

All their thoughts were on the masters of the Central Plains who were coming up the mountain one after another.

"Didn't they say that the seven major righteous sects in the Central Plains would come out in full force?"

Master Xue Xiang asked in doubt: "Only a few sects of Shaolin have come up the mountain now, and the number of people is much less than expected."

"Idiot."

"They are only dealing with Gu Santong alone."

Xiang Wentian cursed: "Sending so many masters, which is already very unruly."

Master Xue Xiang has a hot temper.

But when brothers are first-class.

At least Xiang Wentian and him can be said to be like-minded.

"It is worthy of being a major sect in the Central Plains."

Ren Woxing sighed: "Just a little serious, but it actually mobilized so many masters."

Three Fangs from Northern Shaolin.

Three from Southern Shaolin.

Which one of these people is not at the level of the Weapon Spectrum?

Add Wudang, Shang (Zhao Hao) Qing, and Beggars' Sect.

Total, there are nearly 20 masters at the level of the Weapon Spectrum.

Among them, there are also peerless beings at the top of the Weapon Spectrum.

"The more the better."

"How many of them come will die. ”

The disabled Eagle Knight Shangguan Yun’s temperament is even more perverse than before.

I don’t know what magic he has practiced recently.

His face is actually green.

“That’s right, they dare to fight near us.”

“That’s a trap!”

The face of the Yellow-faced Venerable Jiabu is even yellower than before.

I’m afraid his skills are even deeper.

But the hidden dangers are also more obvious.

Ren Woxing smiled.

Xiang Wentian was proud.

Heimu Cliff came out in full force this time.

It’s to solve the problem once and for all.

Let the righteous people in the Central Plains shrink their heads and live like human beings from now on.

“That requires you to have the ability. "

A majestic, loud, and supreme voice came from the sky.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a purple cloud floating on the cliff in front of me.

The purple cloud was not big.

There was a human figure in the distance.

Not good!

Ren Woxing instantly thought of someone.

Others also quickly found the corresponding person.

Sure enough.

Yue Buqun came.

He just fell from the sky.

Landed among thousands of demons in such a swagger.