Gift natural power at the beginning

Chapter 544
North Qiong Sea area, Seven Seas Island, the headquarters of the Seven Seas Alliance.

This fork-shaped giant island was originally named Nishawa Island.

There are four kinds of rare treasures on the island: ancient trees of golden liquid, exotic flowers of silver flowers, copper sharp sword grass, iron wood and stubborn stones.

Once it appeared, it caused many disputes among forces, and finally, after a series of battles, it fell into the hands of the Sea Clan, so it was renamed Qihai Island and used as the headquarters of the Qihai League.

At this time on the island, Chihu Mountain.

Roar!Roar!Roar!
The thunderous roar of the tiger was like thunder, and from time to time, continuous flames appeared in the sky.

Bang bang bang! !

Listen carefully, the roaring sound is also mixed with the very rhythmic sound of fisting and kicking.

In a valley in the mountains, tall trees grow all around, like horned dragons, blocking the sunlight.

There is a trestle built between the big trees, and at this moment, it is full of strong Chishan tiger gang members dressed in black background and red stripes.

All of them held their breath and stared intently at Yan Zhong.

in the valley.

The head of the Chishan Tiger, Situ Jue, who is known as the Lieyang Evil Tiger, is now naked from the upper body, with a figure of [-] meters, and his knotted muscles are shining with a yellow jade-like luster.

The joints of the hands are huge, with six fingers, and they are fighting with two flying tigers with wings on their backs.

The two fierce tigers are huge, really like big insects, with a body length of three or four feet. With a flap of wings on their backs, a layer of flames will be set off.

These two flying tigers, in the mountains and forests, can be said to be well-deserved beast kings, and either one can easily hunt and kill a master martial artist.

It's just that Situ Jue smiled when facing these two tiger beasts, which ordinary people had heard of.

Like a game, playing with each other.

If you look carefully, you can find that there are many methods, but there are subtle moves.

Every punch, every palm, without using any intention, just relying on the strength of muscles and bones, crushed the two flying tigers to whine from time to time.

"Mountain Lord! Mountain Lord! Tiger Roaring Kick!"

"Mountain Lord! Mountain Lord! Evil Tiger Falls!"

"Lord of the mountain! Fight the tiger!"

On the tree platform, the onlookers shouted loudly from time to time, shouting the name of the move.

Situ Jue in the middle of the valley smiled slightly when he heard the sound, and vaguely obeyed. He slowed down and used his moves, as if he was teaching, every move and every move was very beautiful, but he firmly suppressed the two flying tigers.

In fact, today is indeed Chihushan's annual teaching and training conference.

Situ Jue, the owner of the mountain, showed the killing method in the evil code of the red tiger minion in the gang, the Lieyang Soaring to the Sky Fist.

Situ Jue didn't feel bored or wasted time, but enjoyed it very much.

He clearly knew that the current strength of Chihushan lies in him, but the future strength lies in those young disciples on the stage.

They are the hope, they are the future.

Therefore, he likes to practice killing methods in front of his disciples, imparting experience and know-how, and also encourages bright disciples to ask for advice in private.

It is also for this reason that since Situ Jue ascended to the position of Chishan Hushan Lord, the entire gang has developed extremely rapidly, and many young masters have emerged.

Before joining the Seven Seas League, they faintly suppressed forces at the same level, such as Pinglangmen, Xueshan pirates, etc.

This also strengthened Situ Jue's determination to cultivate and care for his disciples.

Time passed slowly, and the two mighty flying tigers also began to exhaust themselves. Their mighty roars turned into wailings, but Situ Jue's aura became more and more frightening. .

"Looking good! The last move, double tiger teeth burst!"

Situ Jue yelled violently, stretched out his long arms, and wrapped them around the necks of the two flying tigers, then closed his arms, and the two tigers collided.

With a muffled sound, the whole person jumped into the air, twisted his waist, and fell on his back.

boom!
The two tiger kings hit the ground straight, completely incapacitated.

The gang members on the tree platform were stunned, and the next moment, like a powder keg being ignited, they suddenly started shouting excitedly.

Situ Jue waved his hands, then clasped his fists in salute, and was about to say something, but at this moment a black figure appeared beside him, bowing and whispering.

After saying that, Situ Jue's face remained unchanged, he still smiled, cupped his hands again, and then turned and left.

The moment he turned around, his smiling face suddenly darkened, his tiger eyes were deep and deep, and he couldn't see any joy or anger at all, and his breathing rate increased a bit.

"You mean...it's a failure?" he asked softly.

The two walked out of the small valley and walked into a secret passage full of bronze lamps.

"The true biography of Situ Rang...the deputy mountain master...the body has been sent back..." Hei Ying, a strong man wearing a blue turban, hesitated for a moment, and said softly.

After the words fell, Situ Jue's expression did not change, and his shortness of breath calmed down instead.

After counting interest.

"Take me to have a look." He casually took out a large cloak from the empty stone ring and put it on, lowered his head, rubbed some stiff facial muscles, and grinned, revealing a shallow and legal smile.

For some reason, the man in the green scarf froze in his heart, and he didn't dare to make a sound. He even walked cautiously, a little behind half a step.

It was less than half a cup of tea, and the two walked out of the secret passage, and then came to a palace full of medicinal smell.

There were disciple pharmacists in blue shirts coming and going in the hall, seeing the two people bowing and saluting, they hurriedly left the hall.

Soon there were only three people left in the hall, and an old man with white beard was added.

Under the guidance of the old man with white beard, Situ Jue saw two corpses.

One old and one young.

The old man's upper body was bare, there was a blood hole between his eyebrows, his face was full of blood, and his head had a weird shape.

The young man's arms hang down like ooze, his neck is bent like a twist, and his head is pinned behind his head.

"The bones of the young master's arms were all shattered, and he was injured many times all over his body. He was given life-saving medicine during the period, but for some reason, his neck was twisted and he died.

As for the Deputy Mountain Lord, his whole body muscles were also injured, with many bones cracked, and the fatal injury was between the eyebrows. The gap in strength is huge..."

The white-bearded old man stroked his beard with a solemn expression, and whispered his autopsy report.

"This is the rivers and lakes, this is the way of the world! Even if you are a true king, if you are not careful, you will lose everything, and you will die on the spot!" Situ Jue sighed, full of emotion.

He squatted down, closed the eyes of Zhenjun Yanhu, and then straightened Situ Rang's head.

"But I didn't expect that I was already careful enough. Tell me, let Rang'er go after a little girl from the mixed-blood sea people, and even send Yanhu to help.

Such a matter is so easy to grasp, such a safe arrangement, there is almost no danger at all, why does something happen? "

Situ Jue was talking to himself.

This matter involves the family affairs of the Black Seahorse family. It is important, but it is not difficult. It is considered gold-plated. As a result...

"The one who attacked was a wanted criminal of the purple-ranked sea tribe, a top-notch defected seaman. Although the exact identity is unknown, the purple-ranked...Lao Yan...did his best..." The white-bearded old man also shook his head with grief in his eyes.

"Purple-level defected Hairen, yes, at least he is a real king for three or even four calamities, and even a master who has taken that step, what can Lao Yan do..." Situ Jue sighed, "This is an accident. Let's go to search for that girl, but Allah didn't find it, and finally met a big shark."

Speaking of this, he actually laughed.

The old man with white beard and the man with blue scarf were silent.

"As far as I know, that person has a long friendship with Yuan Zhu of Pinglangmen. When he was on the boat, the latter even had a dispute with Rang'er..." Situ Jue said calmly.

"This... yes, but with Pinglangmen's reply, Yuan Zhu was also deceived. In the end, after the identity of that person was exposed, he was also severely injured. His left arm was broken, and he was also a victim..." Bai The old man frowned slightly.

"A victim too? He, Yuan Zhu, lost his arm, while Rang'er and the others lost his life. Tell me, they are all victims?" Situ Jue turned around with a stern look on his face.

"I'll ask Xu Tianzhou for an answer, but it's probably unrealistic to pay for my life." The white-bearded old man continued, "How to deal with that purple-level defected seaman?"

"Follow up on this matter, no matter what, let Pinglangmen spit out some good things." Situ Jue said calmly, "As for the defected Hairen, hehe, Ziqi, it's great, I can't afford it!
However, this matter is related to the Black Seahorse Clan, so let them investigate and investigate, who is this Jianglong Dragon? "

"Okay, you can have this, leave it to me." The white-bearded old man thought for a while, and nodded when he found that there was no omission.

Situ Jue didn't speak any more, took off his clothes, knelt down, covered Situ Rang with the clothes, stood up and left after a few breaths of silence.

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After leaving the Golden Elephant, Lin Mo didn't delay any longer, following the chart, he turned into a dragon and hurried on his way.

Usually on the road, naturally there is no black dragon avatar in the state of mass destruction like in Baili Island.

But even so, the normal form is more than [-] meters long, and it travels quickly in the sky, several times faster than the Golden Elephant.

On the way, Lin Mo discovered that the Qihai at this time was indeed in chaos as Yuan Zhu said.

Just like the tranquility before the storm, it is the chaos before unification.

Pirates can be encountered almost everywhere in the sea area.

On the islands encountered, fierce martial arts battles occurred from time to time.

There was an air of chaos everywhere.

As if they all knew that there was going to be a big shuffle, one by one secretly increased their own chips.

Lin Mo didn't intervene, nor did he stay, but the speed accelerated again.

From his point of view at this time, these fights are like children's play, and everything is meaningless.

But it clearly shows the coming wind and rain.

Therefore, he wanted to go back even more urgently, so as to avoid some unpleasant surprises.At that time, there will be many troubles.

But now, although it was an accident and the process was extremely tortuous, the result was especially satisfactory.

Lin Mo intends to take Yacypress Island as the center after his return, to really stabilize his own foundation, to stand on this, and to sit and watch the chaotic wind and rain.

He was not strong enough before, but now, he has already grasped it.

At this time, his strength is increasing all the time.

This is his confidence and determination to face everything.

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Seven Seas, Cliff Island.

On Yabai Mountain, the Utensils Pavilion.

Monk Jing Kong fell down on the Zen cushion at the door, his figure was thinner than before.

At this time, he was wearing a gray-white monk robe, and instead of sleeping with his eyes closed as before, he held a purple wooden fish with a clothes moth in his hand, tapped it softly, opened his lips slightly, and chanted scriptures in a low voice.

As the sun set in the sky, the clouds were dyed red, and the evening wind blew by, causing his beard hanging on his chest to flutter slightly.

"Sami, Arhat, Bodhisattva, Buddha, Great Enlightenment...Looking back is like smoke, it's all a dream..." He looked at the utensil pavilion that was already empty, finished reciting the last Vajra Sutra seriously, and stood up gently.

He is the oldest person in the Lingtai lineage of the Lingtai Sect, and he is the only one left with all his peers gone.

As the only surviving eminent monk of the previous generation, he is alone. His greatest hobby is guarding the Utensil Pavilion. He doesn't care about world affairs on weekdays, just waiting for the years to pass and life to pass by.

It's just that after the battle at the Lingtai, his physical body was depleted and his lifespan was short. Instead, he no longer likes to spend his days in a dozed sleep like before, and is more used to chanting scriptures like when he was a child.
Looking at the young disciples like him back then, entering and exiting the Utensil Pavilion, pursuing their own Dharma, their own Buddha.

This kind of life even seemed to bring him back to the beginning, to practice with his master and brothers, from a novice monk to an arhat to a bodhisattva.

Then he attained the Buddha's life.

"It's just a great awakening..." A little regret appeared on Jing Kong's face, but it disappeared in an instant.

"It's better to keep a disciple in the sect. My Buddha should have been cultivated."

Jingkong got up slowly, hunched over, watching the sunset from the sky.

It seems to see myself in it.

"Congratulations to Master Jingkong, who has achieved great enlightenment in his heart, and has made further progress in Buddhism. It is really gratifying to congratulate."

Suddenly, a black spot appeared in the sky.

The next moment, the black spots disappeared.

In front of the Artifact Pavilion, a figure appeared at some unknown time, sighing softly.

It was a tall man with a burly figure, handsome features, and black hair draped over his shoulders.

Wearing a black gold cassock on his body, he is not ordinary at first glance, very Buddha-like, but it just sets off the man, but for some reason, it is more gloomy and domineering.

"...Xiao Qingliang?!"

When Jingkong heard the sound, subconsciously, his hair stood on end, and his body had a stress reaction, but when he saw the person coming, he was overjoyed after a long absence.

"Master." The corners of Lin Mo's mouth also curled up, looking at the emaciated old man in front of him who only reached his chest, and earnestly performed a Buddha ceremony.

In fact, Jing Kong didn't have much contact with this person, but the other party was one of the few people who treated him sincerely and treated him well without thinking of anything in return.

From him, Lin Mo felt the warmth of the sect and the change of inheritance.

Just like Da Bolin Yuantian back then.

"During this time, you... where have you been?" Monk Jingkong asked with a complex expression.

"Because of some accidents, I went on a long trip." Lin Mo explained softly.

He didn't want to mention Haiyuan's experience, once Chi Gun, Yi Xuna and others were involved, it would make the other party worry.

"Yuanmen... Anyway, just come back, just come back." Jingkong didn't ask much, but smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Mo nodded, looked at the Artifact Pavilion behind him, and at the scene of the sect down the mountain.

It's not too long since he left, but it gives people a sense of right and wrong.

"During this time, master, you have worked hard."

He sighed softly, feeling Jingkong's weaker breath, and saluted again.

(End of this chapter)