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

"Who on earth subdued Tian Boguang?"

Yue Buqun's smile froze, a hint of embarrassment emerged on his face, and the hand that was stroking his short beard paused slightly.

He glanced at Linghu Chong coldly, with deep dissatisfaction in his eyes.

This evil disciple, doesn't he consider the situation when speaking?

Master Yilin's expression was moved, her brows furrowed, and she couldn't help asking:

"Young Master Linghu, since it wasn't you who saved Yi Lin, then who did it? And where is that person now?"

Hearing this, Linghu Chong gave a bitter smile, as if he was thinking of the Taoist priest in white clothes whom he had seen yesterday. He could not help but feel a bit melancholy and sad. He picked up the wine gourd at his waist, took a sip, and said self-deprecatingly:

"Compared to that man, let alone one Linghu Chong, even if there were a thousand or ten thousand Linghu Chongs put together, they wouldn't even be worthy of carrying his shoes!"

These words caused an uproar among the crowd again.

Even Yue Buqun was a little surprised.

He knew that his eldest disciple was arrogant and unruly, especially after drinking, he would often go crazy and not take the heroes of the world seriously.

And now, Linghu Chong actually has such a high opinion of someone.

Come to think of it, this person might really not be an ordinary person.

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun frowned, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he became somewhat interested in the person who came to his rescue.

Next, Linghu Chong, taking advantage of the alcohol, narrated what happened in Huiyan Tower yesterday.

"That Taoist priest in white is truly a martial arts master. His every move is as graceful as a fairy, and each of his moves carries with it infinite divine power. Tian Boguang has always been vicious and domineering, and few people can control him. But in his eyes, he is just like an ant, without even the ability to resist!"

By the end of his speech, Linghu Chong was already a little drunk, and he was very crazy and shouted:

"The martial arts and demeanor of that Taoist priest in white are truly the best I have ever seen in my life. To be disrespectful, even my master's sword is not even one tenth as good as his. If Linghu Chong can only have a third of the demeanor of that Taoist priest in white, he will die without regrets!"

These words really left everyone dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that there were such people in the world.

Yue Buqun's face turned livid. He glanced at Linghu Chong coldly, his eyes full of anger.

"This evil creature has lost his mind. Does he know what he is saying?!"

Yue Lingshan hurriedly walked out of the crowd of Huashan Sect, pulled Linghu Chong and said, "Brother, you are drunk, come back with me..."

Linghu Chong laughed loudly, pushed Yue Lingshan away, and took another sip of wine.

"No, I'm not drunk. I said what's really in my heart. It's a pity that the Taoist priest in white didn't bother to pay attention to me. Otherwise, I would have drunk three hundred cups with him..."

Yue Buqun couldn't bear it any longer, so he stepped out and knocked Linghu Chong unconscious with one finger.

"It's a disgrace. Take him back."

Then, he bowed to apologize to the people from all the major sects in the hall, and said with a wry smile: "I am really a bad disciple. I just talked a lot while drunk. Please forgive me."

At this time, Yi Lin, who had been silent, shook her head and said seriously:

"No, what Senior Brother Linghu said just now was not drunken talk. Every word is true. Tian Boguang died at the hands of Taoist Su. In the end, he turned to ashes without leaving any trace."

And would anyone listen to her?

A sarcastic voice sounded quietly.

"Interesting. A drunkard and a little nun. I don't know how they escaped from Tian Boguang's hands..."

"Hehe, these two even made up a Taoist priest in white. How ridiculous, how ridiculous."

"Where in the world is there such a martial art? Without even moving a muscle, he killed Tian Boguang, a master at the half-step grandmaster level?"

Hearing these sarcastic remarks, Yi Lin became a little anxious.

The tender white fingers like peeling onions tightly grasped the edge of the clothes, and even with a bit of crying tone, he defended:

"That's not true. I... I am a monk and I don't lie. Taoist Su really has such great ability..."

In the crowd, a short middle-aged man sneered and said sarcastically:

"A little nun cares so much about a Taoist priest. Could it be that she has developed some mortal desires? Damn it, a nun and a Taoist priest are really interesting, hahaha..."

The person who spoke was Yu Canghai, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect.

As soon as he spoke, everyone in the Qingcheng Sect started laughing, and a series of obscene and unbearable words were uttered one after another.

"A little nun and a little Taoist priest, a perfect match!"

"Hahaha, Master is so right!"

"Look at how anxious that little nun is. If she wasn't speaking for her lover, why would she be so anxious?"

"That Taoist priest in white rescued you. Maybe he was attracted to a little nun like you! Hahaha!"

Hearing these unbearable words, Yi Lin's face turned red with embarrassment, tears welled up in her eyes, her two white and tender hands tightly grasped her clothes, and she murmured to herself: "No... It's not like that..."

At this moment, a faint whisper seemed to come from the sky, echoing slowly in the courtyard of Liu's mansion.

"You guys are laughing so happily."

These words were as calm as a whisper, yet as majestic as the law of nature.

There seemed to be a thunderous rage hidden in the air.

In an instant, the people from the Qingcheng Sect who were laughing wildly seemed to have their throats strangled.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

An indescribable chill quietly surged in everyone's hearts.

After hearing this voice that was so familiar to her heart, Yi Lin was instantly delighted and turned around to look towards the gate.

After seeing that elegant figure in white, the little nun could no longer bear the grievance in her heart. Tears rolled down her eyes and she couldn't help but call out softly:

"Master Su!!"

Everyone followed Yi Lin's gaze.

Then I saw a Taoist priest walking slowly from the gate.

This Taoist priest looks quite young.

He had sword-like eyebrows, majestic eyes, and an extremely handsome appearance. He was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe. Although his figure was a little thin, his straight waist seemed to have the strength to support the heavens and the earth. When he walked, his clothes fluttered, and he seemed like a god.

After seeing who was coming, the hundreds of people in the hall couldn't help but secretly praise him in their hearts.

“What a style!”

The person who came was Su Liu.

Behind him, Lin Pingzhi was carrying a heavy sword on his back and wearing a conical hat. Although he walked unsteadily, he was extremely determined. His cold eyes were fixed on Yu Canghai, and his eyes were full of hatred.

Qu Feiyan was carrying a slender sword case on her back, with a sweet smile on her fair and tender face, looking extremely adorable.

Su Liu walked in front, seemingly strolling leisurely, but in fact every step he took was in line with the way of nature, and he seemed to be one with the heaven and earth.

When the several great sect leaders present saw this scene, they were all moved and fearful.

There is something strange about this Taoist priest!

At this moment, Su Liu had already come to Yi Lin's side.

He raised his hand, touched the little nun's head, and chuckled:

"Silly girl, I told you to practice Taoism with me a long time ago. If you had listened to me, how could you have suffered such injustice?"

Yi Lin sobbed and bit her lips with her pearly teeth, but she lowered her head and said nothing.

Su Liu helped her wipe away her tears and chuckled, "Didn't Li Tanhua and Dongfang Yu come with you?"

Yi Lin shook her head, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and she lowered her head in silence.

"Okay, little Yilin, stop crying."

Su Liu sighed softly, and then spoke softly in a tone like coaxing a child.

"I'll help you vent your anger and give those bastards a good beating, okay?"

Yi Lin pursed her lips, raised her head, shook her head, and whispered: "It's better not to do it. Master Su, your martial arts are too powerful. If you take action, you will definitely kill them."

The little nun's tone was quite serious and what she said was the truth.

But it turns out that the truth is often unpleasant to hear.

For example, at this moment, after hearing Yi Lin's words, Yu Canghai flew into a rage, his fierce eyes seemed to flash with cold lightning, and he grinned:

"Fuck you, you are so arrogant."

"I, Yu Canghai, would like to see how powerful you, a little Taoist priest, are!"

As he spoke, Yu Canghai's figure turned into a gust of breeze, and in a flash he crossed a distance of several feet and rushed straight towards Su Liu to kill him.

He just stretched out both palms, using the Qingcheng School's unique skill, the Heart-Destroying Palm.

The power of this palm technique is quite vicious, specially designed to destroy people's hearts and livers.

　3.8 People who are hit by the palm may seem fine on the surface, but in fact they are heartbroken and often die in a very miserable way.

Especially when performed by Yu Canghai, who possesses the strength of a Grandmaster, it is even more majestic, feminine and mysterious.

The powerful palm force caused a whistling wind, and the palm shadows were heavy, with a faint sound like thunder.

Not to mention the disciples of various sects, even the leaders of each sect such as Yue Buqun and Master Dingyi could not help but frown secretly.

Although Yu Canghai is a bad guy, his abilities are genuine.

Yu Canghai sneered, his eyes fierce, as if he had already seen the miserable appearance of the little Taoist priest whose heart and liver were shattered by the power of the Heart-Destroying Palm.

"You little brat, let me show you my abilities!"

And just as the figure in green robe was about to appear in front of Su Liu.

"It is ridiculous for a gnat to try to shake a tree!"

Su Liu suddenly chuckled, then stretched out his hand and slapped him casually as if he was swatting a fly.

Boom!

Suddenly, the air exploded and the force roared.

The void was surging like ocean waves, creating visible golden ripples. A powerful palm force like the boundless ocean swept directly towards Yu Canghai.

With the blessing of the Nine Yang Divine Art, the Indestructible Golden Body, as well as the Nirvana Pill, Dragon Essence Fragments and other natural treasures, how powerful is Su Liu?

I'm afraid even he himself can't imagine the limit!

At this moment, this palm was slapped out.

Although it was just a casual slap from him, the power of his palm was so strong that it was like thunder and fire in the sky, and like the rushing Yangtze River. It was something that no ordinary person could resist.

Not to mention Yu Canghai alone, even if it was Yue Buqun, Master Dingyi, or even more than a hundred people in the audience coming together, it would be like a gnat trying to shake a tree.

Anyone who attempts to take this blow head-on will end up being crushed to pieces!

Chapter 87: Master, your Buddha can’t save me! (Please subscribe 14/15)

The palm strikes and the wind and clouds move!

Under Su Liu's palm, Yu Canghai seemed to turn into a small boat in the huge waves.

At this moment, he felt a darkness before his eyes. Not only could he not see or speak, but even breathing became extremely difficult, as if he was caught in a storm.

"not good!!"

His face turned pale with horror and he struggled to dodge.

But he felt as if he was carrying a heavy burden and could not even move.

After being promoted to the rank of Grand Master, Su Liu has developed an invincible and overwhelming "power".

Every gesture he made carried the power of a grandmaster.

For opponents who are at a lower level than him, this crushing force is undoubtedly fatal.

At this moment, this aura that seemed like the power of heaven had completely locked down Yu Canghai.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.

He could only watch helplessly as the torrent of palm power hit him.