Full-time comprehension

Chapter 443 Mahamudra

Today's battle can be said to have opened the eyes of the monks in the entire Xuanwu City.

What they didn't expect was that a little fat man with only seven levels of Qi training actually called the ancestor of the Xue family a little boy in full view.

Everyone couldn't help looking at Xue Maocai's face when they heard this address.

As the ancestor of the Xue family, Xue Maocai is at least a hundred years old, but as a monk in the foundation building period, he can still maintain his appearance after being nourished by the spiritual energy of the world, and with the deepening of his cultivation, his appearance can even gradually improve. young up.

But not all monks care about their appearance. After all, it is not a simple matter to maintain a youthful appearance, which requires some spiritual energy.

But it is clear that Xue Mao belongs to the kind of person who cares more about his appearance.

I have to say that Xue Maocai is indeed a refined and handsome man, but this does not mean that he is called a little boy.

It's just that Xue Maocai is now suppressed by Lu Ming's aura, and he can only be anxious about Cui Kai's ridicule, but there is nothing he can do about it.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Xue Dian, the Patriarch of the Xue family, saw his ancestor being ridiculed for a long time and couldn't bear it any longer. At this moment, he waved his big hand and shouted: "You guys killed this kid!"

A lot of disciples from the Xue family came today, and when they heard the Patriarch's order, they naturally flocked to them.

"Why do you want more people to bully fewer people?"

Bu Puzhou stood up immediately: "Students of the Bu family, stop this group of people from the Xue family!"

"Yes!"

The disciples of the Bu family agreed to stop the disciples of the Xue family, and the men and horses of the two super families immediately fought together.

And Yi Shengbu also directed the disciples of the Yi family to attack the disciples of the Bu family, but was stopped by the disciples of the Shan family.

There are more than a few hundred disciples of the four super families, and there are thousands of people fighting together.

All kinds of magical weapons were flying all over the sky, and offensive spells, hand formulas, and talismans emerged one after another. Many monks who were watching the excitement were accidentally injured, and some even paid their lives for it.

However, the disciples of these monks dared not speak out, and shouted that their family disciples should stay away from the brink of the battle.

Shui Honglian stared at the young man in front of her in surprise, she didn't know how such a young man in his twenties could have such great ability, and the Yibu family and the Shan family supported him so much.

Just when Shui Honglian was hesitating whether to summon the disciples of the Shui family and the guards of the City Lord's Mansion to join the battle, an anxious voice came.

"Old Ancestor, don't do anything!"

Shui Yong hurriedly ran over from a distance, and handed a jade slip to Shui Honglian.

"Lu Ming, the suzerain of Yunmeng Sect, the leader of the most powerful faction in Suzaku City..."

Shui Honglian checked the jade slip with her spiritual sense, and her expression changed immediately.

She still knew something about Lu Ming's deeds, but she always thought it was a rumor. Now it seems that Lu Ming still has some skills.

"wrong!"

Shui Honglian seemed to have thought of something.

"If this kid is Lu Minghua from the Yunmeng Sect of Suzaku City, isn't that fat man next to him from the Cui family in Qilin City?"

Thinking of the power of the Cui family, Shui Honglian was afraid for a while, no one knew how much the patriarch of the Cui family loved and defended his shortcomings.

Lu Ming also frowned at these people who were fighting together. He didn't expect that he would cause a scuffle between the four super families, but this was not what he wanted to see.

"If you stop your family's disciples, I will let you go!"

Lu Ming frowned and glanced at Xue Maocai and said, "I don't think you want to see your own family's disciples die innocently either!"

Unexpectedly, Xue Maocai ignored Lu Ming's words at all, but kept trying to break through Lu Ming's aura suppression.

"Brother Xue, hurry up and tell your clansmen to stop fighting!"

Seeing this, Shui Honglian shouted hastily. After knowing the identity of the fat man, she had been trying to remind Xue Maocai that she had never had a chance. Now that Lu Ming asked to stop, she was naturally ecstatic.

"Sister Honglian, don't worry about it, I can still deal with a mere brat!"

Xue Maocai suddenly took out his spirit sword and slashed fiercely in front of him.

There was a sound of broken spiritual energy, and the wall of spiritual energy was finally broken by him.

"Hahaha!"

Xue Maocai laughed loudly: "Go to hell, you little fat man!"

When he came out, he didn't attack Lu Ming, but rushed towards Cui Kai.

How can Cui Kai, a monk at the seventh level of qi training, be able to resist the sword of a monk in the foundation building period? Even Cui Kai had no time to react, and the sword energy brought by the spirit sword had already reached his chest.

when!
A crisp sound rang out.

Xue Maocai's spiritual sword had already pierced Cui Kai's chest, but it seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't penetrate any more.

In such an instant, Lu Ming had already come to the front.

"Fatty, are you alright?"

Lu Ming hurriedly supported Cui Kai and asked, at the same time, he quickly took a look at the meridians in Cui Kai's body with his spiritual consciousness, and he didn't feel relieved until he found no problem.

"Cough cough!"

Cui Kai coughed twice to indicate that he was fine, but his chubby face was white.

Lu Ming knew that he was frightened and there was nothing wrong with it, but what annoyed Lu Ming was that Xue Maocai almost killed Cui Kai. Although he didn't know why the spirit sword didn't pierce Cui Kai, but Lu Ming did He hated Xue Maocai to the bone.

"Shameless fellow!"

With a wave of Lu Ming's hand, a large empty hand formed in mid-air, and quickly grabbed Xue Maocai.

"This is Mahamudra!"

The ancestors of the Foundation Establishment Period who were present were shocked at the same time!
And those ordinary monks also looked at the big nihilistic hand that was completely composed of spiritual energy with a look of shock.

Although the big handprint didn't catch them, these people also showed a trace of fear in their hearts. Some monks who only had the third or fourth level of Qi training stage fell to the ground in fright, crawling on the ground trembling.

"You are not a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, you are an Patriarch in the Golden Core Stage!"

Xue Maocai's souls were all at this time, he really didn't expect that Lu Ming would be an ancestor of the Golden Core Stage, if Lu Ming was only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he wouldn't be afraid even if he was a layer or two higher than himself, But if Lu Ming is at the Jindan Stage, he has no intention of resisting at all.

The reason why these foundation-building monks were shocked was because of the big handprint that Lu Ming displayed.

Mahamudra is a unique skill of Golden Core stage monks, because only monks above the Golden Core stage can have enough aura to support the use of Mahamudra.

"No!"

Before the big handprint caught Xue Maocai, the terrifying coercion alone made him unable to move, and then the big handprint slapped Xue Maocai's body fiercely.

(End of this chapter)