Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

Su Liu also turned his gaze to Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan who was known as the master of fortune telling.

"In the original novel, Xian Yutong is not so bold."

With this doubt in mind, Su Liu raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly focused, and there seemed to be a divine light surging in his eyes as he looked towards Xian Yutong.

Taixu Eyes, open.

And this time, I actually discovered something.

Under the observation of the Taixu Eye, even the tiniest flaw cannot escape Su Liu's eyes.

All the illusions are seen through in his eyes.

"Interesting... Is he wearing a human skin mask?"

Su Liu raised his sword-like eyebrows, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he used the Emperor's Qi-Seeing Technique again.

On the counterfeit's body, the black and white energies intertwined and flowed, as if forming a whirlpool, cleverly forming a balance between the energies of life and death.

"Such aura is definitely not something that a mere Grandmaster like Xian Yutong can possess..."

"Interesting, another gutter rat, who are you anyway?"

Su Liu had a vague guess of this person's identity, but he couldn't be sure yet, so he still stood with his hands behind his back, without any movement, except for a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, on the other side, "Xian Yutong" who was originally standing with a smile on his face suddenly felt a strange and unpredictable breath sweeping over him, and he immediately felt a chill.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw Su Liu's smiling face in the distance.

For a moment, an indescribable chill surged into his heart.

Xian Yutong's eyes were slightly fixed, dark and deep, like two cold ponds, and he thought to himself:

"This little Taoist priest is really mysterious and unpredictable. With my current skills, I may not be able to defeat him easily..."

"Why not use my current status as the head of Huashan to coax the righteous martial artists present to join me in attacking. Then I can take advantage of the chaos and fish in troubled waters..."

Once you make up your mind, just do it.

"Xian Yutong" sneered and said righteously:

"My fellow martial artists, please listen to me. We are not here to force Zhang Wuxia to surrender, and we have no intention of becoming an enemy of Wudang!"

"There is only one thing we want, and that is to find out the whereabouts of the evil leader Xie Xun so that we can get rid of him and redress the blood debts of the past!"

Such an impassioned speech naturally drew applause from everyone present.

"well said!"

"Master Xian is worthy of the title of God of Fortune. This is exactly what I think!"

"Master Xian is right. Everything we do is just, without any selfish motives!"

Even the three Buddhist monks put their hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and agreed:

"Amitabha, what Mr. Xian said is exactly what I feel in my heart. I hope Mr. Zhang Wuxia will think about it carefully and stop being stubborn!"

Seeing that Shaolin Temple had also spoken, many other sects also spoke up in agreement.

"Master Xian is right!"

“This is what I’ve been waiting for!”

"Please, Mr. Zhang, think more about those innocent people who died tragically at the hands of Xie Xun..."

Suddenly, there was a sudden noise.

The palace coup that happened not long ago happened again.

But this time, Su Liu was a little tired of arguing with these people.

I saw him frowning slightly, sighing softly, and saying leisurely:

"It's ridiculous. They are obviously a bunch of hypocrites, but they still want to be praised!"

"If you want the Dragon Slaying Sword, just say it. It's not something embarrassing that is hard to talk about. It's really ridiculous to be so timid!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they were like a sharp knife, directly piercing through the hypocritical masks of most people in the audience.

The contempt in the words made countless faces turn red.

But they really couldn't find any words to refute.

Because what they wanted was indeed the Dragon Slaying Sword Three that was related to the secret of the supreme master in the martial arts world!

As for the justice of the martial arts world?

It's nothing more than a high-sounding excuse!

At this moment, looking at this group of hypocritical people, Su Liu's patience gradually dissipated.

He sneered, without any beating around the bush, and said directly:

"There is no point in continuing the war of words here. You are all warriors, so why not solve it the way warriors do!"

"Don't even think about a one-on-one duel. Just come together. Send as many people as you can. I will take care of it!"

Chapter 164 Old bald donkey, your Buddha can’t save me!

At this moment, the whole place was in an uproar.

As soon as Su Liu's words came out, everyone present was immediately moved and pale.

what! ?

Does this demon know what he is talking about?

Challenge everyone present with your own strength! ?

This guy must have lost his mind!

At this moment, even the three senior monks of Shaolin Temple could not help but become furious, and they looked at Su Liu with a hint of resentment in their eyes.

It's not like they haven't seen arrogant and presumptuous people before, but they have never seen someone so lawless!

This is no longer something that can be described as arrogance and conceit, this evil Taoist is simply a madman!

Even "Xian Yutong" was obviously stunned, with a look of deep astonishment on his face, but then his eyes were filled with ecstasy, and he said loudly:

"it is good!"

"Since this Taoist priest is so confident, then we will also draw a path."

After that, he patted his chest and said loudly:

"I, Xian Yutong, will be the first one. Are there any fellow Taoists here who are willing to join me in the fight?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly flew out from the crowd, and a long whistle echoed throughout the Zhenwu Hall.

"Count me in as Dugu Yihe! 003"

The visitor was tall and thin, with an imposing manner, his eyes were full of sharpness, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife.

It was none other than the Emei sect's elder of punishment, Dugu Yihe, who was known to be an expert in both swords and sabers.

"It's a pity that I came a step too late and let my junior sister get hurt by you!"

Dugu Yihe looked at the seriously injured Nun Miejue, sighed softly, and then picked up the Yitian sword that she was holding tightly in her hand.

Then, he looked at Su Liu and said coldly:

"I, Dugu Yihe, will take back the reputation of my Emei Sect!"

Hearing this, Su Liu looked up and down at this surviving minister of the Jinpeng Dynasty, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Just dry bones in a grave."

Then, he turned his gaze towards Kunlun Sect, Kongtong Sect, and even Shaolin Temple and other major sects, and said with a smile:

"Who else?"

"Don't say that I never gave you a chance!"

"If you want the Dragon Slaying Sword, come together!"

Among the crowd.

He Taichong and Ban Shuxian looked at each other, then flew out and said loudly:

"He Taichong of Kunlun Sect, Ban Shuxian, please give us some advice, Taoist Priest!"

The five elders of Kongtong also stepped forward and shouted:

"Kongtong Sect (aidj) joins the battle!"

The other major sects also responded.

"Tang Clan in Shu, Tang Ao is here!"

"Dian Cang Sect, Fu Chenzi, please give me your guidance!"

"Count me in as Little Taoist Gu from Bashan!"

"Don't be too arrogant, the Five Poison Sect's Qu Yun is here!"

The last and most important ones are the three eminent monks from Shaolin Temple.

The leader, Master Kongwen, stepped forward, clasped his hands together, looked at Su Liu with compassion, and chanted the Buddha's name softly:

"Amitabha, the Taoist priest is a rare hero in the world. You might as well think about it carefully. Do you really want to be an enemy of the righteous people like us? You must know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turn back before it is too late!"

Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back and sneered:

"Old bald donkey, your Buddha can't save me!"

"If you are really capable, ask Sakyamuni to come and talk to me!"

Such outrageous words made Master Kongwen, who had practiced Buddhism for decades, feel angry. He sighed and said quietly:

"What a pity! It's a pity that the donor was a great man, but now he has become deeply possessed by the devil. It seems that I can only use the method of giving him a wake-up call to warn him!"

After saying this, he turned around and looked at the other two monks.

"Amitabha, please help me, my two junior brothers!"

"Yes, Abbot!"

At this moment, the whole place was silent, countless people held their breath, their eyes filled with shock.

Shaolin Temple finally comes to an end!

At this point, there are thirteen leaders from the eight major sects fighting together!

Among them, the weakest of the Five Elders of Kongtong also has the cultivation level of a grandmaster.

People like Dugu Yihe and the three great monks of Shaolin Temple have the strength of a grandmaster!

When such masters gather together, even an army of thousands would be hard to stop!

At this moment, these world-famous masters are standing in the same camp, and the one they have to fight against is only one person.

It has to be said that no matter what the outcome of today’s battle is, it will surely shock the martial arts world!

on the other side.

Among the Wudang Clan's crowd.

Song Yuanqiao's expression was moved, and he asked softly to Zhang Sanfeng beside him:

"Master, should we help this Taoist priest..."

Zhang Sanfeng looked solemn, but shook his head.

"You may not know Fellow Daoist Su's abilities, but I do know them. His true strength may not be inferior to mine, so there is no need for you to help him."

The hidden meaning of this sentence is that if something unexpected happens, Master Zhang will take action personally.

Zhang Wuji, who was still a child, opened his eyes wide, came to Yin Susu's side, and asked:

"Mother, is that Taoist priest going to fight thirteen people on the other side alone?"

Yin Susu showed a hint of worry in her eyes, but she smiled and said:

"Wuji, please look carefully. This Taoist priest is the savior of our family. He is also the world's number one master and hero!"