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

Southern Shaolin.

The three disciples gathered at Master Xinmei's temple.

Master Liaojie retracted his palm.

Facing the expectant eyes of his two junior brothers, he shook his head.

"Don't be sad."

"This is my fate."

Master Xinmei also opened his eyes.

His skin was as old as tree bark at this time, with almost no luster.

Old age was evident.

He was about to die.

"Now we don't owe the Shen family anything."

"You nephews can rest assured."

Xinmei was very open-minded.

Because at this moment, he had fulfilled all his wishes.

No worries.

Buddha nature overflowed.

"Ah..."

Laojie looked miserable.

Originally, he was responsible for the battle in the capital.

But Xinmei knew that the risk factor was very high this time, so she took the initiative to replace him.

"Master Nephew Liaojie, you don't have to worry about it."

"Now Lian Fangzheng is also seriously injured. We Shaolin need your support."

Xinmei persuaded: "You don't have to hate Huashan and Yue Buqun."

"Master Uncle, don't worry, we will keep a low profile."

"We will definitely return all this hatred to Huashan."

Liaokong and Liaofan were both very angry.

Only Liaojie kept reciting the meditation mantra.

"Wrong, wrong."

"In the past, our temple used a magic technique, which caused the lives of Huashan to be destroyed."

Xinmei persuaded: "Yue Buqun has endured this evil consequence until this time, which is extremely restrained."

With Yue Buqun's current status in the martial arts world.

If he reveals the truth about the old Huashan Qi-Sword Contest, I'm afraid half of the Jianghu will believe it.

Then the image of their Shaolin Temple will be ruined.

"But..."

"Amitabha."

Lefan wanted to say something, but was suppressed by Lejie.

So far.

Lekong and Lefan both calmed down.

Following Lejie, he silently recited the Calming Mantra.

"Not bad."

Xinmei is now completely convinced.

The one who is convinced is Lejie.

There is also the eldest brother, Master Xinhu.

He understands why Xinhu did not choose him, but Jie.

If he were the abbot.

How to suppress the talented Sanle?

How to unite the entire Southern Shaolin?

The scene in front of him is the living answer.

"That's right."

"There is something we must guard against."

Xinmei suddenly remembered his own experience.

He warned: "You must be careful of Zhu Wushi and Ren Woxing."

"Ah?"

"What?"

San was shocked.

Xinmei described Zhu Wushi's combat performance.

Then he combined Yue Buqun's reaction at the time and said seriously:"Zhu Wushi is definitely not as simple as he seems. At least his current combat power is probably already the best among the grandmasters."

Laojie nodded and said, "Well, apart from the monster Yue Buqun, Zhu Wushi might be in the top three."

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

Xinmei shook her head slightly and smiled bitterly, "If Shangguan Jinhong, Gu Santong and others don't make much progress, they will definitely die in a one-on-one fight."

Sanle was shocked at the same time.

They didn't expect Xinmei to have such a high evaluation of Zhu Wushi.

Then Xinmei carefully described Zhu Wushi's performance at that time.

Almost meticulous.

It made Sanle sweat coldly.

"The reason why Ren Woxing was added is that Ren Woxing's Star Absorbing Technique also has a chance to repeat Zhu Wushi's path."

"As long as Ren Woxing's hidden dangers do not explode, his threat level is not less than Shangguan Jinhong."

At the end of Xinmei's speech, she found that she was a little thirsty.

But he said everything he should say.

No more regrets.

"I want to drink water."

Xinmei felt that the deadline was approaching.

Make a request.

"I'll go get some water."

Liaokong went out immediately.

"I'll get some medicinal porridge."

Liaofan also got up in a hurry.

Just wait for them to come back.

Liaojie had already recited the mantra of rebirth to Xinmei's body.

Not long after.

The bell in Southern Shaolin also rang.

Money Gang.

The purple sun was across the sky.

The power penetrated the mountains.

Shangguan Jinhong's Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Destroying Great Purple Yang Hand hit the Vajra Invincible Divine Art solidly.

The result was that Gu Santong only slid back three feet.

"What a terrifying body."

Shangguan Jinhong was horrified.

After Gu Santong adjusted his breathing a few times, his breath finally became smooth. (To read the exciting novels, go to Flylu Novel Network!)

Although he resisted Shangguan Jinhong's Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Destroying Great Purple Yang Hand with 90% of his strength.

But he still paid a little price.

However, this price was not a problem for the Vajra Invincible Divine Art.

He can recover after a few days of rest.

Gu Santong asked proudly: "With my current body, I am afraid I can compete with Yue Buqun, right?"

He lived in seclusion in the secret base of the Jinqian Gang.

He did not care about the right and wrong of the martial arts world.

He did not listen to the important events of the martial arts world.

He devoted himself to practicing the Vajra Invincible Divine Art.

To this day.

He finally practiced the Vajra Invincible Divine Art to the highest level.

"Congratulations to Brother Gu on the completion of the Divine Art."

Shangguan Jinhong clasped his fists to congratulate.

This is sincere.

There is no jealousy at all. []

Because he, Gu Santong and Jing Wuming are now on the same rope.

One loss, all loss; one gain, all gain.

"Hmm?"

"Are you avoiding my topic?Ah, Brother Jinhong."

Gu Santong is so smart.

He saw through Shangguan Jinhong's cover-up instantly.

"You can see for yourself."

Shangguan Jinhong handed over the information from the capital.

Gu Santong was in seclusion before.

He was striving for the highest level of the Vajra Invincible Divine Art.

So he didn't dare to pass on any news.

Until now.

"This..."

Gu Santong only took a few glances and his face changed drastically.

Especially when he saw the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva being tortured to death by Yue Buqun with his palms, the joy of the perfection of the divine art disappeared instantly.

"Forget it."

"Don't compare with this monster. ”

The one who can make proud masters like Master Lejie, Gu Santong and other grandmasters all admit defeat and call him a monster.

Looking at the entire history of martial arts, I am afraid there is only Yue Buqun.

“So Brother Gu, you should fight for the second place in the world.”

Shangguan Jinhong patted Gu Santong on the shoulder.

Now he has only one goal left:

Hegemony.

As for the first place in martial arts.

He no longer has any hope.

“Yes.”

“I can’t even beat Yue Buqun who doesn’t draw his sword, so why should I fight for the first place. "

Gu Santong smiled bitterly.

Some things, accepting your fate is equivalent to figuring it out.

It is also equivalent to letting go.

This just fits in with some Buddhist essences.

At least Gu Santong suddenly found that his Qi flow was a little smoother than before.

"Brother Gu."

"In recent months, Bai Xiaolou has been slaughtering Wanmatang."

Shangguan Jinhong said: "This is a great opportunity for us to take over the territory of Shendaotang and Wanmatang. I may have to stay in the north for a long time, so the Central Plains depends on you. ”

Before, there were Bai Xiaolou and Bai Tianyu.

The expansion of the Money Gang in the grassland was almost wishful thinking.

What about now?

No need to fight.

No need to kill.

Just pick up the ready-made bargain.

Where in the world can you find such a good deal.

If the Money Gang misses it, Shangguan Jinhong will never forgive himself.

“No problem.”

“Leave it to me.”

If Gu Santong is asked to fight in the martial arts world, killing and slaughtering.

He will not agree in 99% of cases.

But if he is asked to protect a place.

Protecting the old, weak, women and children in the gang is absolutely no problem.

Chivalry is the trend.

Duty is the responsibility.