Master!

A super master of the Great Perfection realm!

Yue Buqun's feeling quickly turned around, fortunately, such a master, even if it is the Shaolin faction, there is only one.

Yue Buqun's body floated slightly, sweeping towards the northeast, the speed was not fast, as if waiting for the arrival of the monk.

Yue Buqun is still in the mountains and forests at the moment, and has not entered any building in Shaolin, but for Shaolin, the peepers have already touched the ground under their noses, how can they bear it?

It's unbearable!

The thin monk Zhuang Huan did not get angry, nor did he alert the Shaolin monks, slowly stood up, stepped out, out of the Dharma Cave, and took another step, already a hundred zhang away, straight towards Yue Buqun.

The popularity of the people is not revealed, the malice is not obvious, and it is obvious that there are mostly espionage elements, and there is no intention of killing in Shaolin.

Zhuang Huan had encountered such a thing twenty years ago, and he had also done it when he had just entered the Great Perfection realm.

And at this realm, if you really want to fight, among the more than 1,000 monks in Shaolin, only a few of them can help a little, and the others are just sent to death in vain.

The most important thing is that the battle of high water at this level generally does not appear in the line of sight of everyone.

Without him, I'm afraid of hitting my cultivation confidence!

This realm is too difficult!

Not only can it be achieved with perseverance and perseverance, but without that flash of inspiration in the dark, all the previous efforts are in vain.

But the rivers and lakes are so big, there are always one or two lucky people who stand out every hundred years, as long as there is a master like this, this sect can be glorious for at least decades.

Zhuang Huan is not worried about Shaolin, but he is a little curious, which sect's luck is coming this time?

Yue Buqun saw that the monk's momentum was not revealed, understood the monk's thoughts, his body floated, flashed ten times in a row, and was already several miles away, out of the Shaolin faction's defense range, before he stopped and turned around.

Zhuang Huan followed step by step, and when he saw Yue Buqun's face, his face was slightly moved.

Yue Buqun clasped his fists and saluted: "Huashan Yue Buqun, I have seen the master." ”

Zhuang Huan was surprised: "The Huashan faction's is not a word, well, it turned out to be the head of Yue, oh, the poor monk Zhuang Huan." ”

In the past hundred years, the strength of the Huashan faction has continued to grow, and genius disciples have emerged in an endless stream, which can be described as amazing luck, these Zhuang Huan knows it.

Twenty-five years ago, Huashan changed greatly, and its strength plummeted, and Zhuang Huan also listened to the report of his nephew Fangzheng.

For Zhuang Huan, the peak of Huashan has passed, the luck has been extinct, and complete decay is just around the corner.

I never thought that the person who came was actually the head of Huashan, Yue Buqun!

Zhuang Huan's eyes widened, and he instantly activated the Tianyan Tong Method, which he had cultivated for thirty years, but he felt that the person in front of him was full of vitality, full of energy, and extremely vigorous in his life.

The qi and blood in the body were surging, and an inexplicable force was wrapped around the body, unfathomable, and the slightly exposed breath made Zhuang Huan tremble in the depths of his soul.

This is the warning brought to him by his thirty years of refinement, this person is very powerful, and he is an existence that is strong enough to threaten his life.

"I've seen Master Zhuang Huan!"

Yue Buqun was a little surprised, but he felt that it should be so, Zhuang Zi is the older generation of the abbot of Fangzheng, this thin monk is already seventy or eighty years old, it is normal to be Uncle Fangzheng,

"Master Yue is Gui Geng this year?"

Zhuang Huan asked suddenly, his expression was very serious, obviously not casually perfunctory.

Yue Buqun was stunned, understood what Zhuang Huan was thinking, and said with a smile: "Buqun is fifty out of forty this year, well, forty-six." ”

Zhuang Huan opened his mouth slightly, a little stunned, forty-six!

Zhuang Huan entered the Great Perfection in his sixties, not too old, not too young, according to the codex records of the predecessors in the temple, many of the senior masters of the Great Perfection realm were promoted at this age.

Wudang patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, talented, martial arts talent is the best in the world, and he only entered the realm of Great Perfection at the age of about fifty.

Unexpectedly, Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan faction, was only forty-six, and he had already entered the Great Perfection, no, seeing that his current realm is stable, he must not have been promoted this year, and it has obviously been some time.

"Amitabha!"

"Congratulations to Master Yue!"

"Congratulations for Huashan!"

Zhuang Huan returned the salute and congratulated him sincerely.

Woe and blessing rely on, blessing and misfortune lurk!

The more catastrophes and tribulations, there must be great opportunities hidden in them, and ordinary people do not know with the naked eye, and only see endless suffering, or complain about the heavens and the earth, or give up the struggle and are willing to sink.

Only those who have great luck, great wisdom, and great perseverance can find a way to survive in this endless suffering, ragged and ragged, and overcome thorns and thorns.

His achievements must be far greater than those of those who live in ordinary circumstances.

Just like the person in front of you!

Yue Buqun smiled and was not polite, and said, "Buqun came here today to ask Master Zhuang Huan for advice. ”

Zhuang Huan sighed secretly in his heart, although he is a master of the Great Perfection realm, the time he can enter the Great Perfection is about the same age as Yue Buqun, and now the essence and blood are no longer what they used to be, although the internal force is extremely profound, but it is a fact that the age is not far away, and it is no longer suitable for fighting with others.

But this situation must not be known to outsiders.

Even if Huashan has a young Great Perfection master, the overall strength cannot be compared with Shaolin after all, and it will take some time to threaten Shaolin's status.

But in this martial arts, there is more than one Huashan, and in the southwest, there is also a Wudang faction whose strength is similar to that of Shaolin.

Once the Wudang faction knows about their situation, I am afraid that endless blows will follow.

Zhuang Huan smiled: "Please"

Feng Qingyang has not been in the Great Perfection for a long time, Yue Buqun has to do it with him, and he often has to remind himself that he can't let go, and now he is learning from Shaolin masters in the same realm, so naturally he doesn't have to wronged himself.

Yue Buqun took a light breath, raised his fist, and smashed it lightly.

Huashan's broken jade boxing, big demon boxing, beauty boxing, etc., all the essence of the boxing method is to be mysterious, all gathered in this boxing, it seems to be slow and fast, and it instantly crosses the night sky of thirty zhang.

Fierce, gentle, masculine, feminine, swift and sharp, and dense and dense countless fists of different natures were displayed in front of Zhuang Huan almost at the same time.

These fists collide with each other, absorb and fuse each other, constantly extinguish, and constantly derive.

Any fist power, as long as it is separated and studied carefully, can be compiled into a boxing scripture that is enough to suppress the faction.

But at this moment, these fists interacted with each other, and their power continued to expand, and the momentum was huge, and they bombarded Zhuang Huan without any impact on the outside world.

Zhuang Huan slowly raised his hand, and smashed out an ordinary powerful King Kong fist.

The strength is so wonderful that the violent fist power is directly shattered, the gentle fist power cancels each other out, the masculine fist power is fused, and the feminine fist power is melted......

Yue Buqun's punch is extremely complicated, bringing together dozens of boxing techniques in one, Zhuang Huan's punch is another extreme, simple to the extreme, straight to the point, but the deployment of fist power is also exquisite.

Silently, Zhuang Huan took Yue Buqun's punch.

"Good boxing!"

Yue Buqun praised, the fist power can be controlled to this realm exquisitely, and the boxing techniques in the whole world are nothing anymore.

"Take me again!"

Yue Buqun snorted, and just slapped it with one palm, the breeze came slowly, and the water waves were not exciting.

Zhuang Huan's expression was more serious, and his hands were out.

"Great Compassion and a Thousand Hands Like Palms"

Countless arms and palm shadows instantly appeared in front of Zhuang Huan, going forward and one after another, sending them out quickly and brilliantly, intercepting Yue Buqun's simple palm.