Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

The black mist gas with a volume of more than two hundred meters flew to the top of the Wudang Mountain at a very fast speed.

And Zhang Changsheng, the old group teacher on the top of the mountain, felt a little bit, and with a trace of suppressed anger on his face, he took the lead to leave the Wudang Mountain canteen.

Qin Yin and Shen Mubai looked at each other, and naturally they knew what happened to Wudang Mountain.

After all, for a hundred-year-old Wudang Patriarch, ordinary things would never make him angry like this.

Immediately after Qin Yin and Shen Mubai followed Wang Ye, hundreds of Wudang second-generation disciples in the canteen also got up and followed and left the Wudang canteen together.

Near the place one hundred meters in front of the Wudang Supreme Harmony Palace, the previous one was on the one-hundred-meter ring used for the trial of Wudang disciples.

An ink-colored tortoise over four meters in size landed on that side of the competition field.

And the dozen or so disciples of Shaolin Temple who still appeared suddenly, were crawling on the ground from time to time because of the pain of colliding back and forth in the black mist, and screamed miserably.

Among them, the Shaolin disciple Hui Jue was the first to react, with an expression of disbelief on the originally full of hostility.

He, who was at the foot of Wudang Mountain just now, could have appeared on the top of Wudang Mountain in an instant.

This kind of thing was too weird, and for a while, Hui Jue felt a trace of fear and tremor in her heart.

Especially when being caught by this strange power without knowing anything, it seems like being caught on this Wudang Mountain, this kind of thing naturally made Hui Jue feel terrified.

Hui Jue looked back and forth at this small fog field where Wudang disciples usually competed, and suddenly saw the weird-looking big black tortoise on the side of the martial arts field, which was more than four meters in size.

As a major Shaolin disciple, Hui Jue has naturally seen a little bit of the world.

Especially when he entered Shaolin as a teacher since childhood, and after that special ceremony, he got the opportunity to enter the Martial Dao, so that he has now entered the Practitioner ninth-level.

Naturally, he has also learned more about the other side of the world, and many things that cannot be explained by common sense in reality have also become common sense in the world he currently recognizes.

For example, the beast who was very important to Shaolin but ran away, or the big tortoise that looked very extraordinary and mysterious in front of him, at first glance was not a common species.

At this moment, there was no hostility on Hui Jue's face, full of compassion from a monk, slowly holding the plump and generous sandalwood prayer beads and slowly walking to the big black tortoise.

Dragon Turtel looked at the hypocritical monk in front of him. He had never caught a cold, as a race in the outer starry sky.

Naturally, they also know the methods of some Buddhist saints. They are undoubtedly a group of guys who dare not face their own hearts directly. Under the name of Buddha, they don't do what the Buddha should do.

No other schools are allowed wherever he goes, and I can't wait for all creatures in the world to belong to Buddhism.

Seriously, for Dragon Turtel who dares to do and act with their own heart, it is simply their group of Buddha cultivators, and I am afraid that they have long been a demon in their hearts.

When Huijue walked to the Dragon Turtel, he again carefully looked at the strange black turtle in front of him.

And the more he watched, the more energy he got, Hui Jue's heart palpitated secretly. He didn't expect that this small place of Wudang Mountain would still have adopted such a spirit beast with great potential.

When he thought of this, Huijue's mind became active again, and he forgot about the weird black wind thing just now.

What he needs now is to bring this spirit beast with great potential back to Shaolin.

After all, for spirit beasts, they are more qualified to cultivate Buddhism. At present, there are nearly a thousand disciples in Shaolin Temple.

But Wudang Mountain currently has only a hundred disciples, so Huijue naturally did not put this Wudang Mountain in one’s eyes.

Although the current society is under the restrictions of the capital, many things that the Guwu family could do before can't do it now.

But this time Hui Jue had found a reason. At least as long as he couldn't find the beast, Wudang Mountain would naturally compensate them for Shaolin Temple.

After all, the spirit beast of Shaolin Temple was lost in Wudang Mountain. Naturally, they have to compensate them for one Shaolin, otherwise this matter will not be over.

Even if the ancestor of Wudang Mountain is on this mountain, after all, in Huijue's view, the ancestor of Wudang and his master, Abbot Shaolin, should belong to the same Realm.

So under this circumstance, why should Shaolin worry about Wudang Mountain being tough?

Huijue held the red sandalwood Buddha beads and slowly crouched on the side of Dragon Turtel, with a compassionate smile on his face, saying, "My Buddha is merciful, you can't follow the real road in Wudang Mountain, why don't you belong to Shaolin? After nature, can you achieve great results and enjoy the incense of all ages?"

Hui Jue was still very proud to say such things. After all, he was a monk in Shaolin, and he was not the kind of ordinary monk who only knew to study Dharma all day.

But still waiting for Huijue to be happy, and wait for Dragon Turtel to reply to him.

A black light flashed, and it slapped Huijue's abdomen abruptly with terrifying power.

As Huijue was full of pain and couldn't believe it, a lot of blood was spit out from the corner of his mouth, and Own's vision slowly turned black.

This Wudang disciple was usually on the test field, accompanied by the sound of a large number of bones shattering that made people tremble.

Directly let the dozens of other Shaolin disciples who had just regained their senses on the field to wake up completely.

And the first thing that came into their eyes was the one who didn't know what force was knocked away for tens of meters, and the corners of his mouth vomited a lot of blood.

So the most frightening thing is that even if the Shaolin disciples are more than twenty meters away from that own master Bo Huijue.

It was also possible to clearly see that Huijue's upper body was originally plump and fat chest, unexpectedly collapsed strangely!

Dragon Turtel's golden pupils carry a trace of Killing intent, and he has kept his hands.

After all, it is now the spirit beast of Wudang Mountain, so naturally it cannot kill humans casually.

But it usually hates these people who talk about Buddha and Buddha hypocritically.

Naturally, he was not polite, and he slapped the monk who was just a Practitioner ninth-level consummation directly into a coma.

Moreover, through the power of the yin breath, directly tore all the veins and veins of the monk who pretended to speak, and at this moment, the dignified Shaolin disciple turned into a waste in the blink of an eye.

And Dragon Turtel was also the huge dragon head with a trace of disdain, and said a human word that all the Shaolin monks present were bewildered.

"A rubbish, pretend to be in front of your Grandpa Dragon Turtel? Really, the monk's mouth is much harder than his body."

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