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

Dongting.

In the past month.

The continuous rain has caused the lake water to rise continuously.

It has already reached the warning water level in the Dragon King Temple in the lake.

So.

The incense in the Dragon King Temple has become prosperous.

Generally, only passing fishermen will come to burn incense.

But after the water level rises rapidly, natural disasters such as flooding of fertile fields and floods will follow.

For their own future, the fishermen and villagers around the lake will bring offerings to pray.

Pray for a few days of clear weather in the future, so that the water level of Dongting Lake will drop a little, and the fishermen and villagers around the lake will have a chance to breathe.

However.

The more prosperous the incense.

The heavier the rain.

From the original drizzle, it gradually evolved into the current downpour.

As a result, there were no more fishermen coming to worship and pray.

But more and more boats came.

There were even large ships.

A large ship with flags of Shaolin and Songshan approached from afar.

"It's Zuo Lengchan, the leader Zuo of Songshan is here."

"Hey, isn't that the four wonderful people of Shaolin?"

"My God, Miao Di, Miao Shan, Miao Kong and Miao En are all here."

...

Exclamations came one after another.

Zuo Leng 24 frowned.

But he didn't act rashly.

This time he brought his eldest disciple Shi Dengda, second disciple Di Xiu and others to learn more.

If possible, he could fish in troubled waters.

As for the four wonderful people of Shaolin on the boat, it was purely an invitation from the Songshan School.

Because all the slightly larger ships in the surrounding area have been booked.

We are all from the same sect in Songshan.

Master Fangzheng of Shaolin saved Zuo Lengchan's life.

So the Songshan Sect did a favor.

"That big ship..."

"Isn't that the warship of the Nu Jiao Gang?"

Shi Dengda saw a big ship approaching quickly and couldn't help but be alert.

Don't think that the Songshan Sect is brave and aggressive.

But in terms of water battles, they are at least one level weaker.

"Don't be nervous."

"There are not only the Nu Jiao Gang on the ship, but also the elders of the Beggar Gang."

Zuo Lengchan comforted him.

He has excellent eyesight.

Even in the heavy rain, he can still see the people a hundred feet away clearly.

"It is rumored that the Nu Jiao Gang and the Beggar Gang's Jie Feng are very close, and it seems to be true."

"Of course they are close, the leader of the Nu Jiao Gang has a teenage daughter who is Jie Feng's concubine."

The Songshan disciples talked about some of the gossip.

This made the four Shaolin masters shake their heads.

Jie Feng's reputation has gradually declined since the battle that year.

Now even the Songshan disciples dare to mock him.

"What a beautiful boat."

"That's a pleasure boat, used for sex trade.”

“Which rich family’s playboy is here to mess around?”

The Songshan Sect was in an uproar.

Some even mocked.

The tone was full of sourness.

Zuo Lengchan said disdainfully: “Who else but the Hua family could be so high-profile?”

“It is indeed the Hua family.”

Miao Di replied casually: “I heard that the eldest son of the Hua family is a playboy and has many wives and concubines.”

Everyone looked at Miao Di in surprise.

No one expected that Miao Di, the head of the Northern Shaolin Temple, would speak so bluntly.

But they remembered Miao Di’s nickname and shut up.

“This is a direct reflection of one’s true nature.”

“It shows how profound the master’s Buddhist teachings are.” "

Zuo Lengchan sighed slightly.

He was filled with bitterness.

Huashan, Shaolin, and Wudang are full of talents.

But what about their Songshan?

There are only two or three cats and dogs.

I am afraid that in another 20 or 30 years, their Songshan will be reduced to second-rate in the world.

There is no qualification to dominate the world anymore.

"All the major sects and families have come, but the leaders of both sides have not arrived."

"It is really interesting."

Miaozhi sighed.

"It is indeed interesting. ”

Zuo Lengchan knew that Miao Di was going to say something like “The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is.”

But if it was a mockery, it would be a bit self-deprecating.

So he just agreed casually.

But they didn’t know that it wasn’t that Huashan and Yue Buqun didn’t want to come.

It was that there were obstacles on the road.

Or…

Zhu Wusi had no intention of fighting openly.

At this time.

A Fei, who was advancing in the rain, shuttled through the fields.

He was moving very fast.

Even the big raindrops couldn’t hinder him at all.

“Master.”

“Don’t fall into my trap. "

A Fei was anxious.

Originally, he was supposed to guard Huashan.

But Master Fangzheng suddenly visited two days ago and sent a secret letter.

This stimulated A Fei and Linghu Chong to go down the mountain overnight.

The two of them split into two groups. (To read exciting novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

One went by water.

The other went by land.

Whoever reaches Dongting Lake first will remind Yue Buqun and the others.

Suddenly.

A Fei suddenly turned around.

And his original position exploded.

A huge pit appeared that was at least half a foot wide and as deep as an arm.

"Amitabha."

"Please rest for a while, Mr. A Fei." ”

A white-browed old monk in night clothes and a black scarf came out.

He did not go any further.

He just blocked the road ahead.

“The front is…”

The white-browed old monk wanted to speak, but the sword light had already swallowed him.

A Fei had no time to talk nonsense with the other party.[]

As soon as he made a moveIt was a swift sword.

There was no chance for the opponent to breathe.

Ding Ding...

The palm technique of the old monk with white eyebrows was extremely exquisite.

Although not as fast as Ah Fei, his palm technique used the power of shock.

Each palm could shake the space as big as a lantern.

Even Ah Fei's sword light was shattered.

"This skill."

"The Great Vajra Palm? You are from the Xin generation!"

A Fei shouted.

Immediately changed the sword technique.

The old monk with white eyebrows did not respond, and the palm technique was still open and closed.

The mystery of the palm technique 453 was interpreted to the point of shocking the world.

A Fei realized that he could not do anything to the opponent in a short time, so he could only restrain his anxious mind.

A dazzling sword light passed through.

The heavy rain could not cover such light.

The world could not deny such power.

But the old monk with white eyebrows could.

His palm turned into a thumb full of true energy, and he pressed it down.

The sword light shattered.

But Ah Fei was not frustrated at all.

The river and the sea condensed light.

The extremely gorgeous sword light rushed away.

This sword light directly deprived the world of its colors.

Directly drove away the angry rain, forming an empty void.

The old monk with white eyebrows burst into sharp golden light in his eyes, and at the same time, his breath turned into Prajna, and his palm pushed out along an indescribable trajectory.

The void was squeezed.

The world was shaken.

A Fei's sword light was also pushed away.

"Great Prajna Palm?"

A Fei suddenly realized, "You are Xin Jian, right?"

The seven masters of the Xin generation of Southern Shaolin.

Xin Hu, Xin Mei, Xin Zhu, Xin Deng and Xin Chong have all died one after another.

The only remaining Xin Jian and Xin Shu rarely leave the temple.

But no one expected it.

Xin Jian would actually appear here.

It turned out to be Zhu Wusi's man.

"Amitabha."

Xin Jian sighed in his heart.

If A Fei didn't know so much, he wouldn't have the intention to kill.

But now he didn't look back. .