"Senior brother, have you forgotten the East China Sea Rebellion a hundred years ago? If your junior brother is not mistaken, Wu Daoyou has personally participated in this sensational event, and it has also played a lot of roles. Xuanhuo said calmly.

"Donghai, could it be that this person is the one invited by the Dongxian Palace? Even the Middle Earth Demon Sect can't intervene?" The silver-robed monk was suddenly shocked when he heard this, and looked at Wu Yong again with a strange look in his eyes.

"So many years have passed. There are still people who remember what happened to Wu back then. Why, do a few Daoists want to capture Xia and hand it over to the Demon Sect?" Wu Yong was unusually calm, and it seemed that he had already expected Xuanhuo's identification.

"Haha, Brother Wu is not joking. Although the Demon Sect is not small, what does it have to do with our Dragon Seeking Pavilion, how could this Pavilion do such a thankless thing. However, Brother Wu's name Ye has been thunderous for a long time. I heard that the heir of the Demon Sect in the East China Sea, the Shura Extreme Sage, and several elders of the Demon Sect, were all killed at the hands of Dao friends, but I don't know if this matter is true. When the fat old man heard Wu Yong admit it calmly, his heart suddenly chuckled, and his smile suddenly became a little reluctant.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wu Yong's mouth, but he didn't speak.

"I heard that Brother Wu's cultivation was still in the stage of transformation of the gods. If the rumors from the outside world were true, Daoyou would be able to kill many immortal king-level great cultivators with such a realm, and now that he has advanced to the immortal king level, wouldn't it be even more earth-shattering to have a supernatural power. The poor monk is even more grateful not to discuss with Taoist friends. The silver-robed monk's expression changed several times, and he said solemnly.

"Master Xuanwen, there is no need for this! Since Brother Wu really wants to buy the method of meson space refining, this pavilion is not impossible to discuss with friends. Ye Gu heard the monk's words, but he was shocked and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

It seems that as soon as this person knew that Wu Yong was actually the mysterious monk who had caused a sensation in Middle-earth for a long time, this Dragon Seeking Pavilion Master's mind suddenly changed, and he didn't want this Great Elder of Keqing to fight Wu Yong anymore.

"Ye Gu Daoyou doesn't need to persuade the old man anymore, even if there is no matter of meson space, the poor monk must learn from Wu Daoyou. After all, the poor monk had stayed at the Immortal King level for a long time, and he wanted to communicate with some fellow Daoists to see if he could learn anything from it. If Wu Daoyou is really so powerful as the legend, Lao Wei will not let go of this opportunity. The silver-robed monk stared at Wu Yong and said such a thing.

Hearing the silver-robed monk say this, Ye Gu's face suddenly lengthened, and he turned his head and glanced at Xuanhuo on the side.

"Master Ye doesn't have to filter! If it's just a matter of exchanging magical powers, Senior Brother Xuanwen and Wu Daoyou won't have any accidents, and it's good to exchange one or two. To be honest, the poor monk also wanted to see the transformation of a thousand swords from one or two Taoist friends. The young monk said with a smile.

When the fat old man heard this, he was speechless.

"You know the origin of Wu!" As soon as he heard Xuanhuo mention the Transfiguration Thousand Swordsmanship, Wu Yong's heart sank, and his face became gloomy.

"Brother Wu don't need to be surprised, although the origin of Daoist friends is naturally extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary monks, but for the ten major sects of righteous demons such as us, it is not difficult to trace. Do Daoyou really think that the Demon Sect and the Phantom Sword Sect can't find out the origin of Daoyou? It's just that they are now afraid of Daoyou's supernatural powers, and now they just pretend not to know. Xuanhuo seemed to know what Wu Yong was thinking, and said unhurriedly.

"That's the same, I don't know about other sects, but most of the Yin Luo Sect should know my origins. However, since it is not for the sake of the meson space, Zai Xia is not interested in casually fighting with a monk of the same level, unless Ye Gu Daoyou promises that if he wins Master Xuanwen by luck in Xia, Xunlong Pavilion will be willing to take out the refining method and trade. Wu Yong's expression slowed down.

The silver-robed monk was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but glance at the fat old man.

The Dragon Seeking Pavilion Master's face was cloudy, but after a while, he figured out something, and replied with a smile:

"Since Wu Daoyou is so confident. How could Ye push back again. As long as Brother Wu really has the upper hand in the battle with Master Xuanwen, what is the obstacle to handing over the secret technique of refining this meson space to Daoyou. ”

He said yes.

"It's enough to have Ye Gu Daoyou's words. Then Wu will comprehend Master Xuanwen's supernatural powers. To be honest, I am also quite curious about the secret techniques of Buddhism, and I hope that the master will not disappoint Wu. Wu Yong smiled, immediately stood up, and said without hesitation.

As soon as these words came out, the Yuanying monks standing on both sides were all in a commotion, and some of them couldn't hide the excitement on their faces.

And the Xuanhuo monk was silent with a smile on the side, looking unfathomable.

The silver-robed monk raised his eyebrows, and after sneering, there was a little more evil on his elegant face.

"With the magical powers of two Taoist friends, fighting in this Dragon Seeking Palace, it is naturally a little difficult to use. Why don't you go outside and have a discussion? For the two Daoists, the mere forbidden sky naturally couldn't stump the two. Ye Gu looked around for a moment and suggested.

"Naturally, the poor monk has no opinion!" the silver-robed monk nodded slowly.

"Then according to the words of the Ye Pavilion Lord. Wu Yong also looked indifferent.

So the group immediately walked out of the main hall and came to the gate of the hall again.

The rest of the people stood still on the ground, while Wu Yong and the silver-robed monk flashed with blue light around their bodies, turning into a green rainbow and flying into the sky, and the other gave birth to a white lotus flower under his feet, gently holding it up, and slowly rising into the air.

After a while, the two of them stood in the sky above the Dragon Hunting Palace, facing each other dozens of meters apart.

The silver-robed monk stared at Wu Yong for a while, and suddenly a Buddha horn sounded in his mouth, and a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his face.

When Wu Yong saw this scene, his originally lazy expression froze, and he suddenly asked with a frown:

"I have heard for a long time that Master Xuanwen is the vajra protector of Buddhism, and his cultivation is not the legendary Vajra Arhat Jue?"

"Oh, I didn't expect that fellow Daoists also know a lot about our Buddhist exercises. Lao Qu's cultivation is exactly this decision, and I hope that Wu Daoyou will give him more advice. When the silver-robed monk heard Wu Yong call out the name of his exercises, he was stunned at first, but immediately said proudly.

I saw that as soon as he closed his hands, the Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth, and one by one pale silver runes floated directly from his silver robe, and at the same time, his face was not bare and his skin began to turn pale gold, as if a golden-bodied Arhat had come to the world for a while.

Wu Yong's face remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

This kind of performance of his was a clear sign that the Vajra Arhat had already cultivated to the fourth layer. This shows that his body is already as hard as an ordinary magic weapon, and if an ordinary flying sword slashes past, I'm afraid he can resist it with his bare hands.

However, if he only has this level, it is naturally impossible for him to be his opponent.

Immediately, he shook his sleeves without saying a word, and suddenly there was a clear sound, and dozens of golden flying swords swam out of his cuffs, turning into a long sword light, hovering in front of him.

Immediately, Wu Yong also made a decisive exit and rushed into the air lightly.

All the sword light trembled, and the golden mangs bloomed, and in an instant, they turned into hundreds of peerless sword shadows, and when they flew slightly, the golden sword qi almost covered half of the sky, like a piece of dazzling golden waves, and the momentum was amazing.

Ye Gu and the other Yuanying cultivators who were watching the battle below couldn't help but change their faces when they saw this scene.

"This is the Illusion Sword Sect's Transformation Thousand Sword Technique!"

There is no need for this Great Monk Wu to exert any more magical powers, just with so many sword lights rolling together, I am afraid that ordinary Divine Transformation Cultivators will definitely not be able to resist it.

When the silver-robed monk on the opposite side saw this scene, he was indifferent, but raised his hands, and there were red and green flashes of spiritual light in his hands at the same time, and a red Zen staff several meters long and a string of emerald green Buddha beads appeared.

At this moment, Wu Yong on the opposite side pinched his hands, and under the buzz of hundreds of sword lights, they turned into a golden glow, and they swept over.

"It's good to come!"

The silver-robed monk shouted loudly in his mouth, and suddenly raised his hand, and the red Zen staff suddenly turned into a red dragon, directly facing the opposite side, and the emerald green Buddha bead in the other hand was also sacrificed, and after a little green light flashed, it turned into a layer of green light curtain, protecting it inside.

Immediately, this Buddhist overhaul actually lowered his eyes, and his hands kept changing handprints, as if he was about to exert some kind of extremely mysterious supernatural power.

The crimson dragon shook its head and shook its tail, and plunged into the golden glow.

I don't know what material this Zen staff body is made of, although Jiaolong's body was instantly slashed by hundreds of sword lights at the same time, but under the interweaving of golden and red lights, it was not cut into pieces by the sword lights that participated in the copper essence, but Chijiao was not to be outdone, and he opened his teeth and claws, and died in the golden glow, biting and fluttering, without falling into the wind.

"Ten Thousand Years Flame Stone!" Wu Yong muttered when he saw this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It's just that this kind of material is so rare that I'm afraid it's hard to find. This Xuanwen monk's Zen staff is actually made of this material, and it doesn't look like it's in low proportions. Otherwise, it would never be possible to resist so many flying swords and be unharmed.

Wu Yong was surprised in his heart, but he immediately urged his mind, and a small part of the sword light continued to entangle the red dragon, and most of them circled one by one, bypassing from one side, turning into a golden mang, and shooting straight towards the monk.