Wuxia, Auntie, I really don't want a girlfriend

Just when the heroes were shocked at the complexity of what the two had learned, something strange happened again on the field.

Jiumozhi suddenly dispersed the true energy in his palms, his figure flashed, and he stepped back a few steps to distance himself from Murong Fu. The internal force in his dantian was activated by the Yi Jin Jing, and the powerful internal force surged out and gathered on his palms. A fiery red true energy instantly wrapped around his hands.

Whoosh!

Jiumozhi pushed his palms violently, and the fiery red true energy flew out from his palms with a whistling sound, and unexpectedly transformed into a blazing flaming blade energy that rushed towards Murong Fu with the force of thunder.

Flame knife!

This move is the peerless magic skill practiced by Jiumozhi, and it is the strongest martial art in his life. The sword energy it sends out is only slightly weaker than the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the supreme martial art of the Duan family of Dali.

Murong Fu looked at the flaming knife shot out by Jiumozhi with cold eyes. Only when the flaming knife was close to him did he activate the internal force in his dantian to condense it on his palm, and stretched out his right hand, intending to take the flaming knife head-on!

To everyone's surprise, the moment the flaming knife touched Murong's palm, it did not unleash its due power, but was instead sucked into Murong's body like a swimming fish.

In an instant, a ball of red light faintly moved in Murong Fu's body, along his right palm, through his limbs and bones, until it finally flowed to Murong Fu's left palm. Murong Fu suddenly waved his hand, and the flaming knife that Jiumozhi shot out actually flew out of Murong Fu's left hand like lightning, and instantly returned to Jiumozhi's front.

Time flies!

Bang!

Jiumozhi was caught off guard and was hit hard by the flaming knife. With a deafening explosion, Jiumozhi's chest was filled with flames and a violent explosion spread out.

"The stars are turning! That is the unique skill of the Gusu Murong family!"

"It is said that the Murong family's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi can use their own methods to return the favor. I didn't believe it before, but now I have seen it with my own eyes. It is even more powerful than the rumors say. The flaming knife that hit back was even faster than the one Jiumozhi hit."

"As expected, he is as famous as the Beggars' Sect leader Qiao Feng. Murong Fu's name is well-deserved."

Under the surprised eyes of the crowd, the huge ball of fire in front of Jiumozhi slowly disappeared, revealing Jiumozhi's figure.

At this time, Jiumozhi's chest was blurry, with a huge wound and a faint smell of burnt food.

"As expected of Gusu Murong Fu, I am convinced after losing a few moves." Jiumozhi said, turning his gaze to Master Kongzhi who was not far away and said, "Unlike the cowards of Shaolin Temple, who dared not even go on stage in the martial arts conference they organized themselves."

"I am simply using you, the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world, to kill with a borrowed knife. I am using you to get rid of Chen Xiaonian, the biggest threat to Shaolin Temple."

Jiumozhi's words were simply murderous. Even if he lost to Murong Fu, he wanted to disgust the Shaolin Temple.

The martial arts heroes who originally believed in the Shaolin Temple began to wonder why the Shaolin Temple held a martial arts conference but did not personally participate in the competition and lead the heroes to kill Chen Xiaonian.

Is it really as Jiumozhi said, just to kill someone with a borrowed knife?

After Jiumozhi finished speaking, regardless of the martial arts heroes who were lost in thought, he suddenly moved, displayed his lightness skills and floated away to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

"puff!"

After Jiumozhi left Shaolin Temple, he just arrived at a deserted place, his face suddenly turned red and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Damn Murong Fu, I will definitely get back at him later!"

It turned out that just now after Jiumozhi was hit by Murong Fu's flaming sword with the Fighting Stars Shift, he had suffered severe internal injuries. However, in order to save face, he forced himself to suppress the internal injuries until he could no longer hold them back, and then he hurriedly left Shaolin and let the internal injuries burst out.

Da da da.

Suddenly, the sound of a carriage running came from his ears. Jiumozhi was startled and quickly restrained his breath, hid in the mountains and forests, and secretly looked towards the road.

"It's him, Chen Xiaonian!"

.......

Chapter 168 We must not let the devil Chen Xiaonian go today!

"Is there anyone who wants to challenge me now?"

After defeating Jiumozhi, Murong Fu looked down upon the crowd with disdain, his face filled with arrogance as he swept across the entire venue.

"This Murong Fu is so arrogant. Master, why don't you go up and teach him a lesson?" For some reason, Mo Xiaobei felt an inexplicable aversion to Murong Fu in front of him.

"He's just a clown. I noticed that there are at least two people here who are stronger than him." Dongfang Bubai said lightly.

Mo Xiaobei was shocked when he heard this and asked softly, "Master, who are you talking about?"

"The leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng." Dongfang Bubai first glanced in the direction of the Beggars' Sect, then quickly looked solemnly towards the Wudang camp and said, "The head of Wudang is Zhang Sanfeng."

At this time, Dongfang Bubai's martial arts had greatly improved again after the battle at Songshan, and she broke through to the late Grandmaster level. As soon as she and Mo Xiaobei sat down, she keenly sensed the powerful aura of Qiao Feng.

As for Zhang Sanfeng, Dongfang Bubai felt that she couldn't see through him. In her eyes, Zhang Sanfeng was just sitting there motionless, but seemed to have merged with the heaven and earth. It was impossible to tell how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was.

"Boss, this Murong Fu is so arrogant, should we go up and knock him down?"

When Elder Wu of the Beggar Gang saw Murong Fu's arrogant look, he felt a surge of anger in his heart for no reason. When they were in the apricot forest, Murong Fu had no good intentions.

"No hurry." Qiao Feng shook his head and said slowly, "The purpose of our trip is not to fight for the position of Wulin leader, but for Brother Xiaonian. Moreover, he promised me that he would find out who the leader is today. We just need to wait."

In the Wudang camp, Yu Daying, who had recovered from his injuries, said to Zhang Sanfeng with a serious look, "Master, it seems that Murong Fu is going to compete for the position of leader of the martial arts world. Should we challenge him and disrupt the Shaolin Demon-Exorcism Conference to prevent Brother Xiaonian from encountering any misfortune?"

"Junior brother, what you said makes sense." Song Yuanqiao said, "Brother Xiaonian has done a great favor to Wudang, and we must repay him."

Chen Xiaonian not only cured Yu Daying's disabled body, but also rescued all the Wudang people at Wan'an Temple. Even Zhang Wuji, the son of Wudang Zhang Cuishan, became the leader of the Ming Cult with the help of Chen Xiaonian.

"It doesn't matter. Young friend Chen is not a person with shallow fortune. With Murong Fu in front of him, as long as the older generation who are dormant in Shaolin Temple don't show up, it is impossible for him to defeat Young friend Chen."

When Chen Xiaonian was mentioned, Zhang Sanfeng's mind emerged with the terrifying understanding of Chen Xiaonian who learned Tai Chi swordsmanship with just one glance. With such a strong talent as Chen Xiaonian, he was nothing to be afraid of.

At this time in the Ming Cult camp, Fan Yao, the Right Protector of the Light, suddenly appeared behind Zhang Wuji with a worried look on his face.

"Master, while everyone's attention was focused on the competition at the martial arts conference, I finally discovered that the Lion King was indeed imprisoned in the Shaolin Temple, guarded by three old monks I had never seen before."

"Godfather is really here!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes narrowed. Since becoming the leader of the Ming Cult, Zhang Wuji immediately went to the Ice and Fire Island to bring back the Golden Lion King Xie Xun. However, when he arrived at the Ice and Fire Island, Xie Xun had disappeared.

After painstakingly asking around, Zhang Wuji finally found a piece of information. On the day Xie Xun disappeared, someone had seen a young Shaolin monk bringing Xie Xun to the pier leading to Ice and Fire Island.

"Master, should we take action?" White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he looked in the direction of Shaolin Temple: "Shaolin Temple has not only captured the Lion King, but also organized a crowd to watch our Guangmingding, and now they want to call on the world to jointly attack our benefactor brother Xiaonian. This is really too abominable."

The reason why Zhang Wuji brought the Ming Cult to Shaolin Temple was, on the one hand, for his adoptive father Xie Xun, and on the other hand, because he was worried about Chen Xiaonian's safety. After all, Chen Xiaonian's kindness to him was really great.

"Wait a little longer. If Brother Xiaonian doesn't show up, our goal today is to rescue our foster father first."

Zhang Wuji thought for a while and realized that the focus of Shaolin Temple today was on the martial arts conference, so the guard on the Golden Lion King Xie Xun would definitely be relaxed, and this was the best time to rescue Xie Xun.

"No one is coming to challenge me?" Murong Fu showed a hypocritical smile on the martial arts field and slowly said, "If no one comes, I, Murong Fu, promise here that as long as I become the leader of the martial arts world, I will definitely kill the devil Chen Xiaonian!"

"Who wants to kill me?"

At this moment, a domineering voice resounded throughout the Shaoshi Mountain.

Only the sound of "tramp, tramp, tramp" of horse hooves was heard, and Lu Xiaofeng drove the carriage slowly in front of the group of martial arts heroes.

"Shut up!"

After Lu Xiaofeng leisurely stopped the carriage, he stretched out a delicate hand first, and the moment he walked out of the carriage with a frosty face, he immediately caused countless exclamations.

"¨' Isn't that Wuqing from the Six Gates? How did her legs get better?"

"How ruthless! I will never forget that cold yet attractive face."

"The man driving the carriage must be the top detective Lu Xiaofeng, right? Are the Six Sects going to go head-to-head with the Shaolin Temple?"

"How is that possible? If they really want to fight Shaolin Temple head-on, they wouldn't send only this few people."

When the martial arts heroes present saw Lu Xiaofeng and Wuqing, they all showed surprise in their eyes. Today was the day when Shaolin Temple held a martial arts conference to attack Chen Xiaonian, and no one expected that the Six Gates would come knocking on their door.

Before the crowd could finish being surprised, the curtain of the carriage was lifted again.

Chen Xiaonian walked out of the carriage with a smile on his face and slowly walked towards the competition venue.

"It's the devil Chen Xiaonian!"

"We must not let him go today!"

The moment they recognized Chen Xiaonian, the disciples of the four major sects (Wang Qian's) Shaolin, Kongtong, Kunlun and Emei suddenly drew their weapons and rushed towards Chen Xiaonian.

Murong Fu, standing on the arena, had a solemn look in his eyes, staring at Chen Xiaonian. The powerful scene where Chen Xiaonian killed Ding Chunqiu with one sword on Leigushan Mountain was still vivid in his mind, and he couldn't help but care.

"Brother Xiaonian is here." Mo Xiaobei became instantly excited when he saw Chen Xiaonian.

"I haven't seen this shameless bastard for a long time. His cultivation has caught up with mine." Dongfang Bubai could tell at a glance that Chen Xiaonian's cultivation was not inferior to hers.

Zhang Wuji also discovered Chen Xiaonian's powerful cultivation and said with emotion: "Brother Xiaonian's talent is rare in the world."

"As expected of you, Mr. Chen." Seeing Chen Xiaonian smiling and not taking the other heroes seriously, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but praise him, "Young hero, that's all."

.......

Chapter 169: Chen Xiaonian’s oppression, the Three Saints of Kunlun are nothing to worry about!

Chen Xiaonian walked forward with a faint smile on his face, getting closer and closer to the disciples rushing towards him from the four major sects.

Just when the two sides were about to come into contact, the disciples of the four major sects suddenly stopped, held their weapons and looked at Chen Xiaonian warily, and as Chen Xiaonian approached, they retreated reluctantly.

Chen Xiaonian did not stop, but continued to walk forward with a smile on his face, ignoring the disciples of the four major sects in front of him as if they were nothing, and soon got close to everyone.

Wow!

Facing Chen Xiaonian who was approaching slowly, the disciples from the four major sects looked around involuntarily, not daring to look into Chen Xiaonian's eyes at all, and tacitly made way for Chen Xiaonian.

This scene doesn't look like the four major factions are trying to stop Chen Xiaonian, but rather it seems like they are lining up to welcome him.

Chen Xiaonian walked slowly among the crowd of disciples from the four major sects. The disciples from each sect who were holding weapons were both nervous and angry. Many of them wanted to swing their weapons to kill Chen Xiaonian several times, but they only moved their arms slightly and quickly retreated again.

Chen Xiaonian's notoriety for being a murderer had long been known throughout the world, and no one knew how many people had been killed by him. For a while, everyone was intimidated by Chen Xiaonian's notoriety, and no one dared to take the initiative to attack him.

"In the 680th year of Chen Xiao's reign, you killed my husband He Taichong on the top of the Bright Summit. Today I will take your life!"

At this moment, a middle-aged woman suddenly jumped out from the crowd. She had gray hair, fierce eyes, and a murderous aura between her brows. She was Ban Shuxian, the wife of He Taichong of the Kunlun Sect.

Ban Shuxian jumped high with a murderous look on her face. The true energy in her dantian gushed out wildly, and the sword energy on the long sword surged and stabbed towards Chen Xiaonian fiercely.

Kunlun Liangyi Sword Technique!

Facing Ban Shuxian with murderous intent, Chen Xiaonian seemed not to notice her and continued to walk forward with a smile.

Until the tip of Ban Shuxian's sword was about to touch Chen Xiaonian, everyone only saw Chen Xiaonian's figure flash slightly in front of them, still walking forward with a smile, while Ban Shuxian's body suddenly stopped three inches behind Chen Xiaonian.

Bang!

Suddenly, the sword in Ban Shuxian's hand fell to the ground. A streak of blood red appeared between her eyebrows. She collapsed to the ground without a sound.

In an instant, the Shaolin Temple fell into silence. The disciples of the four major sects, who were originally ready to make a move, were all stunned and stood there stupidly, not daring to move.

"Ban Shuxian from Kunlun Sect died just like that? She was a powerful master at the early stage of the Grandmaster stage!"

"That devil Chen Xiaonian was so terrifying. I didn't even see how he attacked."

"Can we really kill such a person?"

"Chen Xiaonian is already in the late Grandmaster stage, right?"

All the heroes present were shocked by Chen Xiaonian's strength in killing Ban Shuxian with one sword. The martial arts conference had not yet selected the true leader, but everyone was already feeling timid.

"You just said you wanted to kill me?"

Chen Xiaonian slowly came to the center of the competition venue and looked at Murong Fu with a smile.

But it was Chen Xiaonian's harmless appearance that brought Murong Fu pressure as heavy as a mountain. Murong Fu looked at Chen Xiaonian with solemn eyes, and his hands hanging at his waist clenched into fists involuntarily, with a little sweat on his forehead.

"Chen Xiaonian, you are so brave." After a moment of silence, Murong Fu thought of restoring Dayan, and he hardened his heart and said in a cold tone: "Today is the day when Shaolin Temple holds a martial arts conference to elect a martial arts leader to attack you. You dare to come here alone. Do you really think that all heroes in the world are afraid of you?"

Murong Fu was a sinister and cunning person. With just a few words, he pushed Chen Xiaonian to the opposite side of the world's heroes.

"Murong Fu, do you really think you are already the leader of the martial arts world?" Chen Xiaonian narrowed his eyes and looked at Murong Fu, saying with disdain: "Can you represent the heroes of the world? You are a dog of a fallen country, who gave you the courage?"

"Is that the sword in your hand?"

As Chen Xiaonian spoke, a cold murderous intent suddenly erupted from his body and instantly filled the arena. All the martial arts heroes felt that the air seemed to have become much colder at this moment.

Whoosh!

At this moment, an old man with white hair and a guqin on his back suddenly appeared from the distant mountains and forests, holding a long sword and landing in the arena like a startled wild goose.

"What a great Chen Xiaonian." The old man who suddenly appeared had sparkling eyes and looked at Chen Xiaonian in an unruly way, saying, "You can be so calm in the face of all the heroes in the world. You are truly a hero born young and have an extraordinary bearing. It's a pity that you killed my disciple and made me break my oath and return to the Central Plains."

"Otherwise, I should be able to become friends with you regardless of age difference."

Strong!

The moment the old man appeared, Chen Xiaonian's heart moved slightly. From the old man, Chen Xiaonian felt the aura of a great master that he had once felt from Murong Bo.

Which sect does this immortal man belong to?

Soon, everyone from Kunlun Sect gave the answer.

"It's Master, Master is back!"

"The headmaster's wife actually found our master, but it's a pity that she has already died."