"How can it be?!"

Yan Heng's expression suddenly changed when he saw two figures flying towards him.

I saw this middle-aged man in brocade and splendid clothes. He immediately flew up, spread his arms out to catch the two figures, one to the left and the other to the right.

However, when Yan Heng's arms touched the two bodies, the strong wind carried by the mat made his arms sink, and he could barely hold on.

"Such a strong and powerful Qi, who is it?!"

Yan Heng's heart suddenly surged like a stormy sea, and he mobilized his whole body's true energy. Only then did he unload the force and bring the two of them to the ground safely.

"Cough...cough!"

At this moment, the old man in blue shirt Yan Heng was holding on his left coughed twice, with some horror in his eyes, and said:

"Master, the two people who came up the mountain are not even as old as the weak crown!"

"I...the two of us flew down. We only met each other for a few rounds, but we were defeated by that monk together!"

"Right now, those two are acting unstoppable. No one of our disciples dares to stop them. They have reached the top of the mountain. What should we do?!"

Qi Yuanchang was coughing up blood at the corner of his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured. His hair was disheveled and his breath was weak. He no longer had the master's demeanor just now.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar on the top of the mountain.

Qi Yuanchang, an old man in blue shirt, uses the wind palm, and his decades of skills have been transferred into his palm, and he is better than half of the masters present.

With such strength, he was knocked upside down by just a few moves, without any ability to parry...

In the thin air, a suffocating feeling filled everyone's hearts.

He's not as young as the weak crown, but he can defeat a long-established grandmaster with just a wave of his hand?

Could it be that he is another figure like Lin Yufu, the land swordsman from a hundred years ago, and the invincible Fa Yuan from two hundred years ago?!

Even though it has been a long time, the deeds of the martial arts myth that once dominated the entire world are still impressive in people's hearts to this day.

Even Patriarch Daqian, who is the first person in the current grandmaster tree, may not dare to say that he can compete with those two!

Many martial arts masters are thinking in their hearts.

A young monk wearing moon-white robes was swept by the rolling wind and waves. He crossed many steps with light steps. In just a moment, he landed gracefully.

Unrivaled in splendor!

Seeing this monk, these four characters were deeply engraved in the hearts of all martial arts masters.

"What a young and handsome monk!"

"At this age, you can surpass Qi Yuanchang, Mu Qingfeng and the like. At this age, wouldn't it be like living like a dog?"

"I think Qi Yuanchang entered the innate world when he was only forty. He has been up and down for thirty years and can be regarded as a master among the world, but this monk..."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation is getting higher and higher..."

Many experts are constantly amazed.

However, when Yan Heng saw the monk ascending to the top of Yue Mountain and catching two of his elders, preventing them from falling to the ground and losing his own dignity, Yan Heng was furious.

He looked at the young monk in front of him and immediately shouted angrily:

"Your Excellency is so overbearing. You didn't say hello, but just when our Yueshan sect was holding a martial arts conference, you just knocked on the mountain gate?!"

"Even if you defeat the elders of my sect, your behavior is no different from that of the Demon Sect's Great Ming Sect."

"Xuankong Temple has always been a holy place of Zen Buddhism, untainted by the dust of the secular world, but I didn't expect that this generation would have an arrogant disciple like you. It is really unfortunate for your Xuankong Temple family!"

Yan Heng took a step forward, his tone was malicious, and he was slapped with a big hat on the spot.

When many martial arts masters present saw this, they complained in their hearts and felt that you, Yue Shan, may not be in any better shape, but they did not say anything on the spot, destroying the reputation of the Yue Shan sect.

After all, both sides are not simple at the moment. We are all veterans who have been around for many years. When should we speak up and when should we shut up, the door is always open in our hearts.

Yan Heng was the first to attack. After Ji Qiu heard this, he just snorted coldly. Before he could say anything, a bright voice from behind, with a hint of anger, beat him to it:

"The bad guy files the complaint first, so you must be the one to complain, right?"

"Your Yueshan faction acts domineeringly. Not only does it open a casino in Dongyue County, but it also engages in underground gangster tactics, making it impossible for anyone who has won money to leave the casino. This is worthy of the title.

For a famous sect?"

"That's not all. Your disciples are so domineering, each of them has higher eyes than anyone else, and their conduct is so bad that it is extremely rare. Even a sect that hides evil and has bad conduct is worthy of being called an upright sect?"

"It's simply ridiculous!"

The purple-clothed Taoist flew out from the stairs below and passed by Ji Qiu, facing Yan Heng with an angry curse.

These words made Yan Heng look slightly cold.

There are some things that cannot be said openly, especially in front of so many old people in the world.

If he proves these things today, tomorrow the prestige of his Yueshan Sect will be gone!

Therefore, Yan Heng naturally refused to admit it even to death:

"Empty words, desecrating people's innocence out of thin air."

"Your Excellency and this monk fought together from the foot of my Yueshan Mountain to the top of this mountain. Along the way, they injured countless of our disciples, and also injured two of my elders. Not to mention, in the end, they bit back and falsely accused my Yueshan Mountain.

The behavior of the disciples is bad, how can there be such a reason in the world?"

"I, Yan Heng, will never bear this reputation even if I die!"

Yan Heng had a tough attitude, biting him to death with a determined expression.

The monk in front of me is extraordinary in strength, but Yan Heng is no fool!

A year ago, he might have only been ranked tenth in the Grandmaster's pedigree, and he might not be able to compete with these two.

But now he had a great opportunity and found a sword in a historical ruins that was suspected to be left by an expert.

That sword is simply sharper than the world's best magic weapon. Not only can he gather the true energy in his body to wield the sharp sword energy, but the material it is made of can break gold, cut jade, and cut iron like mud. It is extremely sharp.

!

With this sword in hand, he could fight one-on-one in the ring, and he felt that he was not weaker than others. Even Qi Yuanchang and Mu Qingfeng, who were both the Three Heroes of Taiyue, were no longer his opponents at this time.

So even though Yan Heng was furious now, he didn't feel that with the magic weapon in hand, he would weaken the two people in front of him.

Seeing Zhao Huanzhen and Yan Heng arguing with each other and insisting on their own opinions, while many so-called heroes just watched from the sidelines, Ji Qiu also began to take action.

He first raised his eyes, deduced the experience of the Yueshan Sect Master, and then smiled.

No wonder he is so confident.

[Yan Heng: Contemporary leader of the Yueshan Sect]

[13 years old: Became a disciple of Yueshan, practiced martial arts, had extraordinary talent, and was accepted as a disciple by the sect master. 】

[20 years old: accomplished in martial arts, top-notch in cultivation, he is the personal senior brother, and has always had prestige among his disciples.]

[30 years old: Breakthrough into the martial arts innate, high-spirited, take over as the leader of the sect, and take charge of the Yueshan Sect.]

[47 years old: For more than ten years, he has worked hard, his hands are stained with blood, and he has done countless dark things with upright deeds, and finally made the sect one of the seven major sects, with great prestige. ]

[53 years old: Instructed Cui Jichang, the bandit leader of Yanyun Mountain, to lead the bandits to the Lin's Escort Bureau in Linjiang County to exterminate the family, and found Lin Yufu's Wenxian sword. By chance, he got a magical sword in the same year. The two were combined into one, and he held a martial arts ceremony.

Conference, ambitious, and eager to make a name for himself in the world.]

[53 years old: Bad luck. First, he offended the Heavenly Master Zhao Huanzhen for his sect affairs and was beaten to the mountain gate. After the fight, he lost face and was humiliated. He was seriously injured. Then he was beaten to Yueshan by the leader of the Ming Dynasty, Yan Wudi, who led his followers. Finally,

Fighting with wounds but losing, you have to die with hatred.】

[Simulated evaluation: Life is like a coffee table, filled with cups.]

Let’s not talk about the grievances and grudges with Zhao Huanzhen, just look at the so-called disaster of the Demon Sect Daming Sect.

Ji Qiu already knew that the man in brocade clothes with a sword in front of him would not survive today.

However, even if his fate was inevitable, given the original trajectory of his fate, one has to lament that Yan Heng had a good time before his death.

Lin Yufu's inheritance of swordsmanship can be called a side sect. Coupled with the advanced spiritual weapon magic sword, the two are integrated into one. If you devote yourself to practice and practice, it should not be difficult to do anything in the ordinary world.

However...

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

"There are some things that shouldn't be yours, and you will never be able to get them in this life."

Ji Qiu had a calm look in his eyes. He stepped forward and gave Zhao Huanzhen a hand. Then he gathered his mind and whispered word by word in front of Yan Heng:

"Master Yan, don't say any more."

"The young monk was born in Xuankong Temple. A hundred years ago, Yueshan's horse trampled on Xuankong Mountain and had to avenge it. This is the favor of the sect."

"Secondly, the young monk got an opportunity from Lin's Escort Agency in Linjiang County. Therefore, Lin asked for something, and I had to pay it back. This is a repayment of opportunity."

"With these two things in mind, today the young monk went up to this mountain of hundreds of feet to ask for just one thing."

After saying that, the young monk gathered up his sleeves and robes, clasped his palms together, lowered his head and frowned, and said again:

"That is, please ask the sect leader to disperse the Baili Yueshan sect, abolish Dantian, and die here on the top of the cold mountain."

"The young monk is a Zen practitioner. He has always had a compassionate heart and cannot bear to kill."

"But if the benefactor is really unwilling, the young monk has no choice but to hold on to the king and help you."

"Should I choose self-exile, or should I let the little monk take action and do it myself..."

"Send you to death?"

"Let the donor decide."

At this time, a cold wind blew.

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