"In terms of etiquette, the arrival of the honorable driver, Wudang should be welcomed." The compelling breath came to the face, but the divine night did not change color in the slightest.

"But at this time, I have to ask for forgiveness for Wudang's inability to receive him at the full ceremony." Knowing that it was not an opponent, Shenye still went down the mountain and blocked in front of this foreign master of Huangshamen.

"Hahaha! You bull-nosed Taoist priests are hypocrisy. If you don't want me to go up the mountain, just say it. "Haha, the laughter is like a dragon's groan, like a whistling. Standing in front of him, if it was an ordinary person without any martial arts foundation, I am afraid that he would have already bled in seven senses.

"Good! I want to see that you, a little Taoist, have the skills of that old Taoist. With a long whistle, a punchbag-sized fist clenched and smashed directly into Kamiya's head.

What a hand! Between the palms and backs of the hands, there is a thick layer of calluses, and there is no trace of fresh skin. This is the result of many years of not having a day of break, hard training, and training to hit hard objects. As the saying goes, a point of hard work is a point of harvest, and after paying such a price, the power of this fist can be imagined.

The moment the master of this Huangshamen raised his hand, Shenye's mind was instantly tight, the hairs on Zhou's body were closed, and not the slightest breath could be leaked, like a steel plate that had been tempered and forged. has been with Wudang Zhangjiao for many years, and it is full of classics in a library of books, and the cultivation of the Shenye Taoist priest is naturally not a vegetarian.

Taking a deep breath, a Wudang Tai Chi starting style, and between the flow of energy, a layer of Taoist Tai Chi diagrams that seemed to be real and illusory protected all the vital points above and below Zhou's body. The Divine Night Taoist knew that he was by no means the opponent of this master who deliberately came to the door to find fault, and he did not seek to be able to repel the enemy. Just do as much as you can, protect yourself thoroughly, and block his way.

"What a subtle Wudang Taiji, I don't know how much ability you have inherited from that old Taoist." This master, who was born in the Northwest Huangsha Gate, had a terrifying light in his eyes, and he stepped out in one step, and smashed his fist in a straight line towards the center of the Divine Night Daoist, as fast as lightning.

The big fist of the casserole, when there was still a distance of three or five feet, the palm of his right hand, which had been drooping and protective, was raised, and the palm was red, but it was slapped at the head of the Shenye Daoist, and bursts of bloody air came to his nose. But it is the peerless red sand palm of the Northwest Huangshamen!

A palm method derived from the iron sand palm variant, its power not only surpasses the iron sand palm, but also is more vicious and vicious. slapped on people, the fierce and vicious dark energy, penetrating the whole body, cutting off the blood, can make people die extremely miserable.

Sting! It sounded like pants being torn. After using all his strength to support himself, the layer of Taiji diagram, which is invisible to ordinary people, was completely torn apart like broken cloth. The castration did not show any weakening of the fist and palm, and it was directly imprinted on the body of the Divine Night Daoist.

If it weren't for the critical moment, when the potential of the Divine Night Daoist exploded and his head was slightly tilted, this life would have been lost in an instant. Since he dodged the fatal palm, it was extremely uncomfortable to bear this punch and palm with his own body bones. After a mouthful of blood was spat out, his breath was sluggish. Although it was not fatal, it also lost all the ability to fight.

"Little Taoist, you're not bad! It's a pity that it's a little younger, if it goes up for a few more years, I'm afraid that a certain family is not your opponent. A little hideous laugh, fist again, straight to the head, endless death breath, shrouded in the heart of the Divine Night Daoist.

"If you haven't encountered it, forget it, but since you have encountered it, you can't ignore it." At this moment, Wei Wuji, who was concentrating on reading the Taoist treasure in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, seemed to have a feeling in his heart. He put down the scholarly scroll in his hand that had not left his hand for a moment, and walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with steps.

A few steps came to the mountain gate, and saw the deadly fist from a distance, not far from the head of the Shenye Taoist. Immediately stomped his feet, shook his hands and made a move, and a powerful force instantly made the master of Huangshamen, who had murderous intentions, feel awe-inspiring.

With the distance between his fist and the head of the Shenye Daoist, as long as he trembled, this big disciple of the Wudang Sect would have to die here. However, the punch that came down from the mountain would definitely be like a hammer hitting a watermelon, smashing the big head on his neck.

Although the grievances between him and Wudang made him want to slaughter Wudang all over the place. But this kind of hatred has not yet reached the point of blinding the mind and exchanging one life for another. Even if you take the lives of everyone up and down Wudang, in exchange for one of his lives, it may not necessarily be changed.

"Thank you for your help." Looking at Wei Wuji's shot, the Divine Night Daoist, whose mind was taken by death, took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, in the end, it was he who took action and saved Wudang.

I really can't sigh at the fate of fate. can't help but remind the Shenye Taoist of the book he once read, and he also encountered a crisis, and in the end, he was rescued by a Wuji.

"The master of the Xingyi Gate?" This foreign master who went to Wudang Mountain Gate to find trouble and abolished the god night with one punch and one palm, took a few steps back quite cautiously, and punched like a sharp breath of a big gun, which is the most basic feature of Xingyi Boxing. Otherwise, how could it be said that Tai Chi would not go out for ten years, and Xingyi would be killed in a year.

"This matter is a grudge between me and Wudang, can Your Excellency not meddle in things." This foreign master looked at Wei Wuji, who was already standing beside the Divine Night Daoist, with a solemn expression.

How could there be such a young master of Xingyi in Wudang Mountain? The most important thing is that this Xingyi boxing master is obviously standing against himself? His revenge has not yet begun, and before he has set foot on the gate of Wudang Mountain, such unexpected variables have appeared. Does this mean that the number of qi in Wudang is overwhelming?

"Is this a nossy thing? At this moment, I am standing in this Wudang Mountain, but I can't say that it is idle and turn a blind eye. Unless these eyes of mine, blind, become a pair of ornaments. "Despite the reason for the simplicity of the law, people can completely open the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that has been precious for many years to Wei Wuji, and even contains a secret book like the Taijiquan book, which will never be passed on, which is also a love worthy of eternal memory.

Now that people are in trouble, they can't resist it, and if they don't care about it, there will be problems in being a person. It doesn't matter if things don't work out the way. If you don't look like a person, then the problem is not a bit serious.

"Good! From now on, you can be blind with peace of mind. "Don't speculate for more than half a sentence, since this little rabbit cub must be nosy, let him know that nosy without strength has to pay a price, and sometimes even life.

Wei Wuji's eyes remained unchanged, and when he raised his hand, it was a punch, and the huge fist full of calluses collided. Rumble! A fierce force suddenly arose between the two of them.

"This kid has such profound skills, no wonder he dares to meddle in his affairs." The tall and sturdy body was shocked by the domineering power of the shape and meaning and took several steps back one after another, and the wide soles of his feet forcibly stepped on the ground paved with bricks and stones, stepping on footprints several inches deep.

"Such profound skills, no wonder I can't stop his punch and palm." Having lost his combat effectiveness, the Divine Night Taoist who was watching the battle from the sidelines was secretly awe-inspiring in his heart. made a high-standard judgment on Wei Wuji's strength.

Stabilize his body in a few steps, his thoughts flickered in his heart, but he didn't have the slightest idea of turning around and going down the mountain, Mo said that such a little rabbit cub was the Zhenwu Emperor Linfan, and he couldn't stop him from climbing Wudang Mountain and finding the old Taoist priest's determination to take revenge.

As his mind turned, another punch struck. The calloused fist slashed through the air, and the tremendous force and speed made it appear with an extremely noticeable and piercing whistling sound.

"Good punches! Well done! Wei Wuji's eyes flashed with electricity, his neck shook, and the rolling power shot out, still a Xingyi cannon hammer. The same move, compared to just now, is more than a hundred and ten times more than 100 times more. The same are cannons, lethal weapons on the battlefield, can the lethality of mortars be comparable to cannons?

This guy who is looking for provocation at the Wudang Mountain Gate is really a rare master, and he is still a foreign master. Wei Wuji's heart couldn't help but be faintly excited, in nearly a year, there was no such hearty battle, and even a big battle with all means.

Wei Wuji really wanted to see what kind of growth he had brought to his strength after this year's study. Although he himself felt that as long as he wanted, he could break through the obstacles at any time, and even cross Dan Jin and become Gang Jin, a master standing at the top of this world.

Although after Gang Jin, there is still a layer that breaks the void, and it is not bad to see God. But since the moment of the rise of martial arts, there are a few people who have stepped into this realm. As the absolute son of luck in this world, Wang Chao will step into this realm in the future. But for now, it will take a little time, and it will slowly accumulate.

"Good punches! It's really a good boxing technique! It is not in vain to see such a battle in this life. The Divine Night Daoist didn't care about the pain in his body, and stared at the confrontation between Wei Wuji and the master of the Yellow Sand Gate with burning eyes, and his moves were extremely mysterious, like an antelope hanging its horns, and there was no trace to follow. However, when it comes out, it is mysterious and abnormal. Seeing such a battle was enough to be worth three or five years of penance.

"Good boy, good boxing, and good strength." Collided with one move again, and the master from Huangshamen, who was born in Huangshamen, spoke out with unparalleled admiration. This kid's realm, at such an age, can not be much different from him, which is already very rare. The key is that this kid also has the strength that is beyond mortals and terrifying.