The Taichu Sword trembled slightly, turned into a jade pendant and returned to his waist.

After a few dodges, Mu Yang appeared beside Zhou Qianyu.

"What's the matter?, worry about me?" Mu Yang looked at Zhou Qianyu, who was in a daze, and smiled faintly.

"Ahh Muyang, where are we going next?" Zhou Qianyu asked in a slightly panicked manner.

Mu Yang didn't answer, let alone Shi Xiaotian and the others, just took Zhou Qianyu towards the lake.

It wasn't until the figures of Mu Yang and Zhou Qianyu disappeared that Shi Xiaotian and the others came back to their senses and looked at each other, full of bitterness and remorse.

"Old Shi, today we have picked up this fate!" Cao Xuan sighed lightly: "Master Su Jiangmu, the demon of the Heavenly List really deserves its reputation, no wonder when I talked about the weakest martial arts of Su Jiang before, the woman next to Master Mu was dissatisfied. ”

The rest of the strong people also had bitter faces, marrying in front of others, despising and nagging Su Jiang for being weak, this Master Mu did not blast over with a sword or a punch, and he was already generous-minded.

Shi Xiaotian looked at the overseas powerhouses who were killed around him without leaving a single corpse, and sighed deeply, "This time, our major families in the northwest really show the great love of this master pastor!"

Today, this pastor is equivalent to saving the lives of each of them.

"I'm afraid there are still some overseas remnants in the northwest, let's go back quickly!" said an old man worried about his family.

The rest of the old men also nodded slowly, looking at Tianming Lake, where the smell of blood still remained, and their hearts were not good.

......

In one day, at the Huaxia Forum, the secret news shocked the world.

There is a fall of Tianjiao, and someone shocked the martial arts world with the lives of overseas powerhouses.

There is the name of Muyang, and in just one night, it almost filled the whole world.

Those innate grandmasters who broke into Huaxia changed their complexions when they heard it. Killing five innate powerhouses with one sword, slashing the great grandmaster with a sword, and hunting twelve innate grandmasters with one person, the amazing achievements filled the entire world.

It's just one person and one sword, but it has already shocked the world.

Just ask the whole world, who can kill five powerhouses of the same level with a single sword, or cross the border to kill the enemy?

Those congenital-level powerhouses of various countries who boasted of their pride, all turned pale after hearing the news, and all the arrogance in their hearts turned into nothing. In any case, the three words Master Mu have now become famous all over the world. The powerhouses of all countries have too many emotions for this unknown Chinese powerhouse, but fortunately, this Master Mu is still only congenital, if he achieves the position of the great grandmaster, I am afraid that this is the second Northern Emperor of China.

A Northern Emperor has guarded the peace of China for decades, what if there is another one?

The three words "Master Mu" are even more popular in China, making many old and strong people sigh and how many young leaders are in awe and yearning.

It's a pity that more people know that a master Mu can't make this Huaxia catastrophe overturned.

......

Shanhai City, in the middle of a mountain, the clouds and mist are misty.

At this moment, on the side of this mountain, a Bentley is parked here.

Mu Yang looked at the mountains in front of him, there was no road into the mountains, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Is this where Putuo Temple is?"

"It should be in the mountains!" Zhou Qianyu's face became a little weird.

The famous Putuo Temple in China is in the primitive mountains where there is no road into the mountain.

Mu Yang nodded, he grabbed Zhou Qianyu's slender waist with one hand, jumped into the air at one point, and then counted the points under his feet, and slowly landed on a road.

"There's a way, let's go. Mu Yang retracted the hand that grabbed Zhou Qianyu's waist and said slowly.

"Oh!" Zhou Qianyu blushed slightly and replied softly.

The two of them stepped on the barren grass that was half a man high, and marched towards the mountains.

Putuo Temple, a great temple that stands in China for nearly two thousand years, is surrounded by the sea on all sides, and is hidden in this group of mountains, only once out of the mountain in 50 years, looking for a few destined people.

In the 5,000-year history of China, how many monasteries have been shattered in wars and changes, but only this one temple has been passed down. Among them, the Buddhist inheritance can be said to be the most complete preservation in China.

Stepping in the mountains, Mu Yang took Zhou Qianyu to hurry up, and in just over ten minutes, they appeared in front of a stone step up the mountain.

The stone steps lead from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, like a ladder to the top.

"The top of the mountain should be Putuo Temple!" Zhou Qianyu said.

Mu Yang nodded, and walked up the stone steps with Zhou Qianyu one after the other.

Half an hour later, Muyang finally saw the true face of Putuo Temple, there are almost more than ten houses in order on the peak, these houses are very old, there is no modern atmosphere, this sense of age gives people a sense of antiquity.

But it's worth mentioning that the houses are so clean that there's not a trace of dust or cobwebs to be seen, at least at a glance.

In front of this mountain gate, a nine-ring staff stood on the ground, and there were many cracks in the ground around the staff.

This Putuo Temple is really strange!

Zhou Qianyu was a little surprised, and many fantasies flashed in his mind before he came, how could a famous thousand-year-old temple in China be bigger than that Lingyin Temple, right?

But when he really saw this temple, Zhou Qianyu only felt very strange, this temple had no electricity, and there was no signal in this group of mountains, and the houses on the mountain peaks looked even more precarious, maybe they would collapse in the next moment.

Is this sure to be the famous Putuo Temple?

Zhou Qianyu's face was dazed, and when she was looking at Putuo Temple, a monk walked silently and slowly walked in front of the two.

"Two donors, why did you come to our temple?" the monk was expressionless, but his voice was very deep.

"Is this Putuo Temple?" Zhou Qianyu was slightly stunned, and then asked.

"Exactly!" said the monk with his hands folded.

At this moment, Zhou Qianyu really has nothing to say. Previously, she also thought that Putuo Temple might be hidden behind this dilapidated temple, but after confirming it, she was directly speechless.

She glanced at Mo Yang and found that Mu Yang's expression had not changed at all, let alone surprised.

Mu Yang swept the monk lightly, and a clear voice slowly came out, "I'm here to find someone!"

The monk slowly lowered his head and did not look at Mu Yang, "Two donors, the monks in our temple are all people who have broken off the fate of the earth, and I am afraid that there is no one in my temple who is looking for a donor!"

Zhou Qianyu frowned slightly, "Can't the two of us enter the temple to find someone?"

The monk's head drooped slightly, his hands folded, and he did not speak.

"Can't enter the temple?" Mu Yang smiled indifferently, and slowly took out the hand in his pocket, "What if I force my way in?"

This time, the monk raised his head and looked at Mu Yang with some surprise.

There was no trace of anger in his eyes, and he didn't know why Mu Yang dared to make such a bold statement.

The monk said slowly: "Shi is mainly forcible behavior, I'm afraid the senior brothers in the temple will not agree!"

Mu Yang smiled indifferently, "Putuo Temple has been inherited for nearly two thousand years, and I saw it today, but that's it!"

His voice was not loud, but the people on the mountain peak not far away could definitely hear it.

The next moment, Mu Yang suddenly took a step forward, and the power of chaos rushed out from the dantian.

"Su Jiang, Mu Yang came to pay a visit!"

The voice was calm, but it stretched through the more than ten rooms, and even the towering mountain behind the Putuo Temple.

Just when the monk's eyes were slightly condensed, and he felt a little stunned by Mu Yang's strength, there was a roar on the ground in front of the mountain gate.

Mu Yang's figure suddenly appeared in front of the nine-ring staff, and his palm slammed down, and the staff that was originally standing on the ground sank by three points under this palm.

This scene made it impossible for the monk to remain calm anymore.