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

Zhu Wushi and Shen Lang fought back and forth.

It was a contest of extreme skills.

Both of them had vast martial arts.

One was unrestrained, the other was unworldly.

They reflected each other.

Boom!

A brilliant and dazzling sword light burst out.

He was like thunder from a sword in the clouds.

It was also like a bolt from the blue on dry land.

It came suddenly.

It appeared strangely.

No one at the scene could describe such a sword.

But Zhu Wushi could.

Faced with such a terrible sword, his breath instantly became extremely surging.

No, it should be said to be magnificent and majestic.

At this moment, Zhu Wushi was like the master of heaven and earth, and a simple palm brought a terrifying power.

The sword aura and sword light were shattered by this palm strike.

Shen Lang retreated repeatedly.

But he was not injured.

Zhu Wushi restrained most of his strength at the last moment.

"You can't even beat me, let alone Yue Buqun."

Zhu Wushi said seriously: "Shen Lang, brother Shen, I sincerely follow the "four three three" to advise you not to take this battle."

"The question is, do I have room to refuse?"

Shen Lang smiled bitterly.

He realized his limitations.

He also realized that the gap of nearly twenty years had made his cognition fall into a bottleneck of self-restraint.

Yes.

His sword is still so chic and extraordinary.

But his cultivation has not reached the level of worship.

His sword intent is completely inferior to the sword intent of Bai Xiaolou and Gui Hai Bailian.

In short.

He is just an enhanced version of Ah Fei.

"Yeah."

"If Yue Buqun wants to kill you, he doesn't need to see whether you accept the challenge or not."

Zhu Wushi smiled bitterly.

After a brief contact, he liked Shen Lang very much.

This guy is free and easy and unrestrained.

He can take it and let it go.

And he has no desire for power, wealth, etc.

It's so comfortable to be friends with such a person.

At least compared to Bai Yujing and Fang Longxiang.

Shen Lang is more suitable to be a friend.

"Can it be that we are the three of us?"

"Still can't protect ourselves?"

Wang Lianhua looked at Zhu Wushi suspiciously.

Zhu Wushi didn't answer.

Because he himself was not sure.

If he is willing to risk his life, there may be a three-point chance.

But is it possible for a man like him to go through fire and water for his friends?

Shen Lang is not Su Xin.

"Maybe..."

"You have to use my trick."

Seeing this, Wang Lianhua did not show off, but turned to look at Shen Lang.

"Impossible."

"I would rather face Yue Buqun than let you take risks."

Shen Lang shook his head.

He was really good to his friends.

And now Wang Lianhua was no longer a simple friend, but a brother.

A close friend who knew each other better than his closest relatives.

"There is another way."

Zhu Wushi knew he had to express his opinion.

Otherwise, the friendship that had just been established would easily fall apart.

"Ah?"

"How to break it?"

Shen Lang was curious.

Wang Lianhua was full of expectations.

Zhu Wushi deliberately said, "It's time to ask those sects that owed you favors in the past to pay you back."

Wang Lianhua's eyes lit up.

Instantly understood Zhu Wushi's intention.

"This..."

Shen Lang hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I hope they haven't forgotten it after so many years."

Silence.

Depressed.

But it also contains a lot of expectations.

Beijing North.

Two days later in Wuhen Villa.

Mr. Wuhen, who was instructing Shangguan Haitang on martial arts, suddenly stopped.

"You are welcome, my dear guest."

Mr. Wuhen turned around.

He knew that this person was the most terrifying he had ever seen.

Because the person who came deliberately let him know, he could sense it.

Otherwise.

The other party killed him, and he was still ignorant.

A man walked out of the dense forest.

Yue Buqun.

The real number one in the world.

"Master Yue."

Mr. Wuhen was surprised and excited.

As soon as the news of the appearance of the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva and Shen Lang in the capital came out, he knew that Yue Buqun would definitely come.

Because he knew that Yue Buqun was skilled and bold.

Even though he knew there was a tiger in the mountain, he would go there.

"Excuse me."

Yue Buqun only took one step.

But one step covered a distance of three or four feet.

In a trance.

He had come to the courtyard.

"Please..."

"I just got a can of good tea."

Mr. Wuhen invited Yue Buqun to take a seat.

Pointed at the wind.

The charcoal fire lit up.

He liked tea, and so did Yue Buqun.

He liked martial arts, and so did Yue Buqun.

He had many hobbies, and he wanted to learn anything that was interesting. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Yue Buqun also had many hobbies, and he didn't mind thinking about anything that was useful.

Their personalities matched very well.

According to reason, they are the best friends.

However, fate plays tricks on them.

They are not even friends now.

"I brought a pot of good wine."

The wine Yue Buqun brought was of course the best quality.

He originally wanted to bring the oldest tribute wine from the previous dynasty.

But in the end he changed it to Fiery Wine.

"Oh?"

Wuhen GongThe son became very interested.

He didn't waste any words and directly ordered: "Haitang, go get two exquisite side dishes. The master wants to drink with Master Yue."

"I couldn't ask for more."

Yue Buqun was also happy.

There was no distinction between host and guest. []

There was no strangeness at all.

Two people who were not very familiar with each other actually chatted like this. 0 ....

They made tea.

They talked about the past and the present.

Until they mentioned each other's martial arts.

"Wuhen."

"You have practiced too many martial arts."

Yue Buqun only sensed it a few times, and he knew everything about Master Wuhen's physical condition.

Perhaps it was because of his personality.

Many of the martial arts that Master Wuhen had discovered were of Yin and cold attributes.

Even his main internal energy.

That mysterious inner skill that can leave no trace and appear and disappear without a trace is also a Yin-attributed magic skill.

"Especially the martial arts of cold attribute."

"The accumulated cold air has subtly infected your true energy."

Yue Buqun said frankly: "Your situation is a bit similar to my Feifei. It's just that she is more extreme, and you haven't noticed it yet."

He is not only the best in martial arts.

He may also be the best in alchemy.

The combination of the two.

It makes his vision in this area particularly vicious.

Almost equivalent to a perspective eye.

"Master Yue is a great talent."

Mr. Wuhen sensed himself.

I really found it.

For a while, cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

This hidden danger.

It can be big or small.

If it breaks out at a critical moment, it will be fatal.

"Wuhen is conceited about his proficiency in medicine, but the doctor can't heal himself."

"It's really ironic."

Mr. Wuhen laughed at himself.

The pride he has always insisted on.

In front of Yue Buqun, he was beaten to a pulp.

This is the way of martial arts.

This is the way of medicine.

This is the way of music.

He really can't be proud at all in front of Yue Buqun.

"This wine has a rare special fire poison."

"But it can neutralize the cold poison in your body." 0.6 Yue Buqun pointed at the Fiery Wine and said, "You only need to drink a small sip at ordinary times, don't drink too much, and practice with it, and the hidden danger can be eradicated in ten days. And if you are hit by martial arts such as Ice Qi and Mysterious Palm, you only need to warm it up and taste it, and the therapeutic effect is comparable to a magic medicine."

Mr. Wuhen didn't say anything.

Just admired.

Mr. Wuhen asked: "Is Sect Master Yue here for Shen Lang?"

Reciprocity.

Returning favors.

Mr. Wuhen still understands this bit of human relations.

And now he is going to give Yue Buqun some advice.

Yue Buqun nodded.

"Actually..."

"I know where Shen Lang is."

Mr. Wuhen was very conflicted.

If he said it out loud, it would be a betrayal.

But if he didn't say it out loud, it would be ungrateful.

It was a dilemma.

"Don't say it."

"Don't worry about it."

Yue Buqun smiled and said, "In fact, Haitang's choice told me the answer."

"Ah?"

Mr. Wuhen was stunned.

Although he stood up suddenly afterwards, full of anger..