Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

Because he never expected that the prescription and syndrome that had been accumulated for several years had also taken a crucial step:

The seventh level of Yi Jin Jing.

Although his skills have only reached the seventh level.

There has been no revolutionary breakthrough in martial arts, spirituality and other fields.

But there is no need to fear Jing Wuming anymore.

You can also protect yourself from the hands of Shangguan Jinhong and Gu Santong.

"Amitabha."

Fang Zheng chanted the Buddha's name.

The mind is concentrated.

The breath is calm.

It is obvious that they are ready for a bloody battle.

"Master Jing, it was a grave mistake to hunt down the leader of the righteous sect at the foot of Mount Shaoshi."

"Please put down your butcher knife and take a rest."

Fang Zheng didn't dare to ask Jing Wuming to go up the mountain.

A killing god like Jing Wuming could easily slaughter most of the monks in Shaoshi Mountain even with just a pair of chopsticks.

"I didn't expect you to break through too."

Jing Wuming put away his sword instead.

A breakthrough in prescription and symptoms.

It means his failure tonight.

"I feel guilty."

"My fortune comes from the accumulation of hundreds of years of Northern Shaolin Temple. It is not comparable to that of Donor Jing."

Fang Zheng is honest and admits his low status.

Because his breakthrough in Yi Jin Jing was based on all the Da Huan Dan of Northern Shaolin.

It's a trick.

Compared to Jing Wuming, a genius who has comprehended the sword intent on his own.

The gap is really more than just a little bit.

"There are signs in the north and conclusions in the south."

"Wonderful!"

Shangguan Fei came over, clapping his hands and prodding, "Shaolin Temple is indeed worthy of being called Shaolin Temple. It really has a profound heritage."

"Junior brother..."

Zuo Lengchan cried out in grief.

Because Ximen Rou, on Shangguan Fei's left, was holding Ding Mian's head.

The poisonous mantis Tang Du on the right was holding Lu Bai's head and...

Chapter 352 Lang Gu

Songshan has gone through more than ten years of development.

The Thirteen Guardians were patched up again and again.

But the more we add, the fewer people there are.

Before tonight.

Two of the three remaining guardians were killed again.

At this time, apart from the leader Zuo Lengchan, the only one left in the Songshan Sect was the Fourth Guardian, the Great Yin-Yang Hand Le Hou, who was guarding the mountain gate.

The key is.

Tonight, there are still more than a dozen elite players secretly trained by the Songshan School.

But they all perished here.

This is the end.

The middle and high-level structure of the Songshan School completely collapsed.

Unsustainable.

"Amitabha."

When Fang Zheng saw the tragic scene before him, he couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name.

He knew that the Songshan School was almost crippled.

If I hadn’t arrived in time tonight.

Otherwise, the Songshan Sect would be wiped out from the world.

"This is the territory of both of your families."

"I guess the Shaolin and Songshan minions have surrounded us and are about to kill us."

"Shangguan Fei will take his leave now."

Even Jing Wuming couldn't deal with Fang Zheng.

Not to mention him.

Don't think that he failed again tonight.

But tonight he hooked out the old fox Fang Zheng.

At the same time, it also cut off the last elite and backbone of the Songshan School.

In the next ten years, there will be no more threats to the Songshan Sect except Zuo Lengchan.

It is at least a great achievement.

Just accept it as soon as you see fit.

Take it step by step.

Shangguan Fei is not in a hurry.

"I won't see you off any further."

Fang Zheng watched the retreat of the Jinqian Gang as if he was sending away the plague god.

Zuo Lengchan clenched his fists so tightly that his teeth bled.

He hated his own incompetence.

They hated Fang Zheng for not avenging their Songshan Sect.

"Left Sect Leader."

"Can you still hold on?"

Fang Zheng invited, "Why don't we rest at Shaoshi Mountain and wait for support from Songshan?"

He just means well.

Not too much thought.

"Thank you, Master Fang Zheng, for your help."

"If the Master is in trouble someday, I, Zuo, will go through fire and water for him without hesitation."

Zuo Lengchan bowed deeply in gratitude.

Although there are some grudges in my heart.

But they still do a lot of work to save face.

"Master Zuo, you are too kind."

Fang Zheng was filled with joy.

This is the result he wants, the commitment he wants.

"But there's no need to go up to Mount Shaoshi."

"I guess the disciples from Songshan are already on their way here. I still have to collect the bodies of my fellow apprentices."

Zuo Lengchan was completely dejected when he finished speaking.

Songshan’s foundation is inherently weak.

It was a miracle that Zuo Lengchan could find the way out through the Ice Qi.

But it was also the icy true qi that limited his upper limit.

This also restricted the further development of the Songshan School.

"Master Zuo, I express my condolences."

Fang Zheng asked, "But the Money Gang has shown signs of a dangerous situation. I wonder what countermeasures Sect Leader Zuo has?"

The Jinqian Gang has two martial arts masters.

Now there is the rise of sword geniuses like Jing Wuming.

Its momentum is unstoppable.

They, Shaolin, can only unite all the forces they can.

There is hope for a comeback.

Songshan, which is close at hand and has many disciples, is the best choice.

"Shrink the territory and bide our time."

"Train disciples and plot a comeback."

These two simple sentences fully express Songshan's sadness and Zuo Lengchan's helplessness.

Once upon a time, Zuo Lengchan was so high-spirited and arrogant.

Unfortunately, the more high-profile it was back then, the more it highlights its current desolation.

"This is a great thing to say."

"If Songshan needs anything, we can go to Shaolin."

Fang Zheng left this instruction and said goodbye.

Because hundreds of torches have been lit on the distant hilltops, slowly groping towards them like fire dragons.

There is such a human resource lineup around.

Apart from Shaolin, there is only Songshan.

Zuo Lengchan didn't think much about it.

He took the initiative to greet him.

Start a new game mode in Songshan.

Qingfeng Villa.

In a villa without an owner, Yue Buqun is the owner.

And he was now enduring a double surge.

Small waves in the hot spring village.

And the surge of blue scorpions.

The ultimate enjoyment.

A debauchery that drives people crazy.

"It's really amazing."