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The appearance of the two of them immediately attracted everyone's attention, although Ying Ying was beautiful, but this mysterious black-clothed Confucian who broke Wudang with one hand was even more extraordinary. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

With a faint smile on his face, Meng Yuan walked to the other side of the line, stood side by side with Xiang Wentian, and saluted Fang Zhengyi: "Meng Mou saved people's hearts, and he was reckless, but fortunately, he didn't hurt anyone in your temple, and he didn't take anything from your temple. ”

When Fang Zheng heard this, his face turned mild and said: "Amitabha, where there is a cause, there must be a result, the donor can show mercy to the Shaolin monks, and Fang Zheng has thanked him." ”

Ren Wuxing smiled slightly and said: "Master Fang Zheng, I am waiting here to pick up the little girl, and now that the little girl is safe, it is inconvenient for me to stay for a long time, so I will retire." ”

What are you kidding, there are not only two masters of Fang Zheng and Chongxu in the current Shaolin Temple, but also some people in the sect who have a general relationship with the Haoqi Alliance, such as Hengshan Sanding, as well as more than 40 first-class masters in Wudang, and hundreds of monks in Shaolin, this is simply a hard bone to gnaw, and whether it is Mengyuan or let it go, there is no reason to fight with the behemoth of Shaolin.

Fang Zheng snorted, unlike Fang Sheng, his character belonged to that kind of good old man, although he knew that it was very inappropriate for me to leave at this time, but he didn't know how to leave them for a while.

"Slow"

Others have a lot of things to do with themselves, hanging high, but they can't help it.

When martial arts practice to the innate realm, especially when the authentic martial arts of Xuanmen are practiced to a deep level, people's sensing ability will be greatly improved, and they can even sense some good and bad things. As one of the few grandmasters in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu, Chong Xuan has undoubtedly reached this realm.

After Wudang was defeated by Meng Yuan and Ren Xing, Chong Xuan felt something in his heart, but this feeling was too subtle to say, like a whim. But subconsciously, it has affected his mind.

And the news brought by Jueyue first proved his guess, for Chong Xuan at this time, whether it was true or not, he believed that Wudang must have suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, and this catastrophe was related to these people in front of him.

At this moment, Monk Jueyue stumbled in: "Abbot, Uncle Chongxu, under that ruin, is the corpse of Uncle Zixu. ”

Meng Yuan grinned, the time was too tight at that time, almost at the same time as he killed Zi Xu, he had already sensed the arrival of Fang Zheng and the others, he didn't have time to destroy the corpse and leave in a hurry, but this couldn't hide these old rivers and lakes.

"Sect Master, my Purple Void Senior Brother, I don't know which of you made it happen."

Although Chongxu Daoist looked like an old farmer on the outside, his eyes were shining at this time, and his white hair was fluttering in the wind, which was obviously extremely angry in his heart.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was moved, you must know that at this time, the Purple Void Dao people are not only the junior disciples of the Void Dao people, but also the leader of the Haoqi Alliance, which has been in the limelight these days! is such a pivotal and strong martial arts figure, who will be killed in Shaolin.

Even if it is left to me, characters like Xiang Wentian subconsciously glanced at Meng Yuan, not to mention the dozens of martial arts figures who came with them. As soon as Chong Xu's voice fell, the answer became clear.

Meng Yuan sighed in his heart, knowing that he and Chong Xu's Liang Zi had already become deep, and this battle was inevitable, so he immediately stepped forward and said lightly: "The Purple Void Dao people are the culprits of this catastrophe in the rivers and lakes. ”

Silent......

As soon as Meng Yuan opened his mouth, he directly choked on Chongxu Dao Chang. The dignified generation of martial arts masters, the head of Wudang, just stood over there, looking at Meng Yuan and rolling his eyes vigorously.

Xiang Wentian was immediately happy: "Sect Master, I didn't expect Brother Meng to speak with a bit of a famous and decent bearing." ”

Let me go and say: "It's this Wudang faction and this Chongxu old way, I originally thought it was amazing, this time I learned it, hehe, the Wudang faction is famous, and the Chongxu Taoist people are not as famous as they meet, if Sanfeng Zhenren has a spirit, I don't know what kind of face it is to see these apprentices and grandchildren." ”

The two of them pointed and pointed, but they were annoyed by the dozens of Wudang masters who came to Wudang with the Chongxu Dao people, and they all drew their swords and said: "Good thief, you dare to insult me Wudang." ”

Ren Wuxing sneered: "We even gave you the old nest of the Wudang faction, hundreds of disciples of your Wudang are now prisoners of my sect, what prestige is there?" ”

As soon as the martial arts master shouted angrily, he was about to rush forward to make a move, let me sneer repeatedly, and dozens of masters who came with him also took precautions, and it was a scuffle.

"Wait."

"Stay."

At this juncture, Meng Yuan and Fang Zheng actually shouted at the same time.

As soon as the Chongxu Daoist was about to speak, Meng Yuan suddenly took a step forward and interjected:

"Master Fang Zheng, this catastrophe in the rivers and lakes, there have been hundreds of martial arts figures, in the course of bloodshed, the root of it is the Wudang disciple Zixu good joy provoked, since the first evil has been punished, Meng thinks that God has the virtue of a good life, and this is a pure place for Buddhism, and many lives and killings are not a good thing in the end."

"Amitabha, the dream donor is reasonable, but as the sect leader said, hundreds of disciples in Wudang have all fallen into the hands of your sect, but the old man can't stand idly by." Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed, but he still said after looking at the pale face.

Meng Yuan laughed and said: "The leader of the sect is elegant and noble, and he will not worry about a group of junior disciples, but this time it is the Haoqi Alliance that broke the rules first, and he is pressing step by step, so the sect will return a tooth for a tooth. ”

Let me do it: "Master Abbot, the meaning of the right envoy of the dream is also the meaning of our religion." ”

"That's very good."

Fang Zheng saw that Meng Yuan and Ren Xing gave such a promise in his face, so he didn't say anything, this is a gentleman who can be deceived by the party, and with a prisoner, Meng Yuan will easily settle this old monk.

Immediately, Meng Yuan turned to the Chongxu Daoist and said a word of invitation.

At this moment, his momentum changed suddenly, if he looked like an ordinary Confucian at first, but at this moment, he turned into a knife, no fancy, no decoration, only the pitch-black blade, and the scarlet liquid dripping from the sharp blade.

This is a challenge of Zhengda and brightness, in front of everyone's eyes, this young man who is not amazing looks is actually challenging the head of Wudang, who has the status of Taishan Beidou in the martial arts. At this time, everyone's hearts were suppressed by this momentum.

Design a surprise attack on Wudang, that is to break through the empty door! Kill Purple Void, that's a sneak attack! Save Yingying successfully, that is to transfer the tiger from the mountain! But now, I challenge you to fight to the death in this hall, do you dare to fight?

Although Meng Yuan didn't say this, it didn't make any difference between saying it and not saying it at this time.

Chong Xu's eyes narrowed, and he said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "The previous sect leader said that Your Excellency was one of the three and a half people he admired, and I still didn't believe it, but now it seems that his evaluation of you is still low. Wudang to the generation of the old Dao, suffered this great shame, the old Dao is really sorry for my ancestors of Wudang, but as the head of Wudang, I can fight with a character like Your Excellency, and it is not in vain that the old Tao came to this world. ”

After the Daoist finished speaking, he didn't make much gestures, directly pulled out the sword out of the sheath, slowly turned to the right, lifted the sword upwards in his left hand, the sword body was horizontal to his chest, and the palms of his left and right palms were facing each other, like holding a round ball. The sword has not yet come out, and it is already full of momentum.

Mengyuan said a good word in his mouth, his shoulders were closed, his hands were stretched out flat, and he spread out, like a big crane standing there, spreading its wings, it was the style of "white crane wings".

It's just that seeing this scene, almost all the skilled characters present heard the crane chirp that sounded in their minds, and the Confucian in front of him, when he put it out in this posture, was like a crane becoming a fine, and for a while, he couldn't tell whether a person turned into a crane or a crane turned into a human.

In Wudang's famous Taijiquan, there was originally a move of "White Crane Drying Wings", imitating the action of the standing White Crane spreading its wings to dry, for this move, Chong Xuan was extremely familiar, but it was precisely in this way that he could distinguish that this move of the person in front of him was by no means from Taijiquan.

Only a real crane can make such a move, and the other party's move is to learn from the white crane itself, which has entered the essence of the gods.

Chong Xu's heart was slightly cold, and the sword in his left hand slowly drew forward, forming an arc, and a cold breath was forced out from his sword, pointing directly at Meng Yuan, and suddenly, his sword had reached the middle of his right hand, and the cold light flashed, and it went around Meng Yuan's neck.

Mengyuan's head and neck shrank back slightly, his body followed the direction of the sword, and turned half a circle with great elegance, it was a style of "combing feathers and picking feathers" was like a crane lazily bending its neck, using its long beak to sort out the feathers on its wings, and with his hands waving, a gentle breeze was born.

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