Hunting Immortals and Demons

Although Duan Feng dismissed Sanjue Martial Arts School as useless, in his heart, he attached great importance to it.

Those ordinary people couldn't see the Taoism, and he couldn't see that the disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts School had such attainments at such a young age, which was absolutely amazing.

What's more, Wenyuan is still the senior brother of Sanjue Martial Arts School. How dare he look down upon him? Once he makes a move, he goes all out.

His fists were pitch black, and he was pumped with energy and blood that had reached the peak of four limits. When he punched out, there was a roar, and the ordinary people around him were shocked.

bump!

Wen Yuan swung his fist and hit Duan Feng's nose accurately, causing Duan Feng's nose to collapse immediately.

Duan Feng felt his head buzzing, staggered back a dozen steps, sat down on the ground, covered his nose and screamed.

Lost?

The people around him were all stunned and did not react for a while.

Didn't this section of the peak look very powerful before? With a pair of iron fists, it danced like a tiger and a tiger, with amazing power. How could it fall down with just one punch?

"Flowing your fists and embroidering your legs is useless."

Wen Yuan made a serious evaluation.

He was really serious and it wasn't like he was trying to belittle.

Among the crowd, the master of Shenquan Martial Arts Hall snorted coldly, his face gloomy.

"Isn't there a lot of talented people in the Martial Arts Alliance? Come on, let me teach you."

Wen Yuan's eyes glanced at the disciples of the Thirteen Martial Arts Alliance.

The hearts of all the disciples in the martial arts alliance sank, and they were a little surprised and confused.

They knew Duan Feng's strength very well.

Among all the disciples in the Thirteen Martial Arts Alliance, they are all outstanding.

Being able to defeat Duan Feng with one move, Wen Yuan's strength was beyond their expectations.

The Sanjue Martial Arts School has only been open a few years ago. How can there be such strong strength among the disciples?

"I'll meet you."

In the martial arts alliance, a tall figure walked out.

The people from the Martial Arts Alliance recognized that this person was the senior brother of Changqing Martial Arts Academy, a direct disciple of Fu Changqing, who had broken the limit of cultivation five times, named Yuan Qing.

Among all the disciples in the martial arts alliance, he can rank in the top three.

There was nothing to say, so Yuan Qing and Wen Yuan fought together.

As soon as they fought, Yuan Qing was suppressed and beaten by Wen Yuan.

Among the disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, Wen Yuan's talent is indeed unique.

At a young age, the power of the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu has already reached its peak, and it is only one step away from reaching the pinnacle.

It is hoped that before the age of thirty, he can practice the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu to a state of perfection.

If we enter Wuhou, this time will be advanced.

You must know that Li Wenxuan and Li Wenxin only mastered first-class martial arts to perfection when they reached the fifth level of Wuhou and were close to fifty years old.

That's it, he has already been listed on the Wuhou Ranking.

Yuan Qing barely managed to hold on for more than ten moves before being punched by Wen Yuan until he vomited blood and retreated.

Lu Yan could tell that Wen Yuan was hiding his clumsiness, otherwise, Yuan Qing could be defeated with one move.

Although Yuan Qing's master, Chang Qing, practiced first-rate martial arts, he had no divine intention. Therefore, Yuan Qing, the eldest disciple, only practiced second-rate martial arts, how could he compare with Wenyuan.

"Who else can give me advice?"

After defeating Yuan Qing, Wen Yuan's eyes once again glanced at the disciples of the martial arts alliance.

But for a while, no one dared to challenge.

Yuan Qing was defeated, and the others who went up were just humiliating themselves.

Among the crowd, the owners of major martial arts schools also had pale faces.

Miscalculated.

Wen Yuan immersed himself in training on weekdays. When he had time, he would give guidance to his fellow disciples in their cultivation. He was very low-key and had never made a move with anyone outside the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall.

Therefore, even in the Sanjue Martial Arts School, only a few people know Wen Yuan's specific cultivation level and combat prowess.

The disciples only knew that Wen Yuan's cultivation was very high, but not many knew exactly how high he was.

The Martial Arts Alliance doesn’t know either.

Therefore, they did not expect that the disciples of the martial arts alliance would be defeated.

In this way, not only did he fail to suppress the Sanjue Martial Arts School, but he also indirectly gave the Sanjue Martial Arts School an opportunity to publicize. It's strange that he would look good.

"No one is playing? The martial arts alliance is nothing more than that."

"Our Sanjue Martial Arts Hall has always been kind to people. Whenever someone goes to practice martial arts, we teach them all. But we did not expect to suffer such a disaster today. All the juniors were injured by you for no reason. Today, we must seek justice. Hall owners and juniors If you are not talented, I will ask you for advice."

Wen Yuan clasped his fists, but looked at the crowd and fell on the hall owners.

The faces of the museum owners were gloomy.

A junior actually challenged them in public?

There is no reason for this.

In the crowd, Lu Yan smiled and said to Li Quan, who had already followed him: "No wonder Wen Yuan hid his strength just now. It turned out that he had this intention. Yes, he has a bit of my style."

"That's the good thing about Bishop Guan. This kid Wenyuan used to be honest and honest, but now he's much smarter."

Li Quan complimented.

After waiting for a while, no host came on the scene. Wen Yuan sighed and said: "You are mainly afraid of juniors, and I will not force you. I hope that when you meet my host in the future, you can just call me junior."

Cruel, too cruel.

These words were simply humiliating.

The eyes of the people around also fell on the hall owners with suspicion.

Are these museum owners really afraid of a junior?

From now on, your children should not go to these martial arts gyms to practice martial arts. Wouldn’t it be nice to go to Sanjue Martial Arts Gym?

In the crowd, Lu Yan praised him again, and Li Quan flattered him again.

"Young people have some strength, but they don't know how high the sky is. They are so arrogant. Today, I will teach you a lesson for your teacher."

A burly old man in his sixties walked out, but it was Zhao Sanjiang, the master of the Divine Fist Martial Arts School, Iron Arm Divine Fist.

There is no way, today, I have to pick it up even if I don’t want to.

Otherwise, the thirteen martial arts alliance will be disgraced.

Even if he gets a reputation for bullying the younger ones, he still deserves it.

"Senior, please, this junior will control the power and won't kill you. No, I won't hurt you."

Wenyuan cupped his fists.

"Take the move."

Zhao Sanjiang didn't want to say any more. He let out a surge of Qi and blood that broke through the peak of five, and his fists turned black. With a step, the stone slabs on the ground shattered. He jumped up, threw himself at Wen Yuan, and smashed down with both fists.

The power is much stronger than Duan Feng.

Wenyuan used the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu and concentrated on dealing with it.

He did not exert all his strength, but dealt with Zhao Sanjiang. Zhao Sanjiang was a veteran of the martial arts world for most of his life. He had rich practical experience, which Wen Yuan lacked. He just took this opportunity to hone himself and improve himself. practical experience.

The two of them went back and forth and exchanged more than fifty moves before Wen Yuan suddenly rushed forward and punched Zhao Sanjiang in the chest. Zhao Sanjiang was knocked back more than ten meters. His face was flushed and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior, accept."

Wenyuan clasped his fists.

Zhao Sanjiang's face was livid, he turned around and left, but Wuyan continued to stay.

"Even the master of the gym was defeated. The disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall are so powerful."

"Wenyuan Wenyuan, I remembered. Isn't this the son of the old Orion Wenhu's family? It seems that he has only been practicing martial arts at Sanjue Martial Arts Hall for five or six years. In such a short period of time, he has achieved such a level of cultivation that he is better than the Divine Fist." The owner of the martial arts gym is pretty awesome."

"Who said that Sanjue Wuhou can't teach his disciples? How can Wen Yuan be so powerful if he can't teach his disciples?"

"It seems that I have to consider sending my son to the Sanjue Martial Arts School to practice martial arts. Originally, I wanted to send my son to the nearby Changqing Martial Arts School."

The people around him were talking a lot.

The faces of the gym leaders of the martial arts alliance became increasingly gloomy.

"I'll meet you."

Another hall owner came out and fought with Wen Yuan.

The master of the gym was good at kicking and extremely fast, and he was fighting around Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan was obviously inexperienced. At first, he was a little flustered and was hit by one of the opponent's moves, but he blocked it with his strong defense. After more than ten moves, Wen Yuan gradually stabilized, was calm and focused on dealing with it.

After dozens of moves, he had roughly figured out the opponent's routine, and then deliberately exposed the flaw, invited everyone into the urn, grabbed the opponent's wrist, swung it up and smashed it.

"Is there any other senior who can give me advice?"

Wen Yuan said loudly and continued the fight.

The more he played, the more excited he became.

In the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, he could only spar with Wang Lin on weekdays.

But there is a huge difference between sparring and real practice.

He benefited a lot from the two actual battles and wished he could have more.

The martial arts masters looked ugly, and for a while no one dared to come on stage.

Except for a few of the thirteen museum owners, everyone else is half-assed.

Both Zhao Sanjiang and Zhao Sanjiang were defeated. If they went up, they would end up the same.

Finally, their eyes fell on Fu Changqing.

"Brother Changqing, now, only if you come on stage can you suppress this kid."

A museum owner whispered.

"Do you want me to bully a younger generation with my dignity as a Marquis of Wu? If word of this spreads, where will I put my old face?"

Fu Changqing whispered, his face gloomy.

Fu Changqing originally practiced first-class martial arts. He had accumulated it for many years and had a very deep accumulation. Not long after he joined Li Wenxuan, he obtained the heart of the Alienated Nine Sections. With his strong foundation, he broke through in one fell swoop and became the Marquis of Wu.

Originally, he regarded Lu Yan as his opponent, but now he was asked to attack a junior. How could he make him look like this?

"Brother Changqing, you just broke through not long ago, and it hasn't spread out yet. Not many people know that you are already Wuhou. When you take action, you can suppress Wen Yuan with only your energy and blood without using your bones."

One museum owner suggested.

"This is feasible. If we don't suppress this kid today, our alliance of thirteen martial arts schools will lose all face. Who will come to our school to learn martial arts in the future? If we can't recruit disciples, how will our martial arts schools survive?"

"Brother Changqing, please."

Several museum owners spoke one after another.

Fu Changqing's face looked uncertain.

He never expected that things would develop to this point.

There are such powerful people among the disciples of Sanjue Martial Arts School.

In their expectation, the Sanjue Martial Arts School had only been opened six or seven years ago. What masters could emerge among the disciples?

Their disciples are enough to crush and suppress the reputation of Sanjue Martial Arts School and suppress the arrogance of Sanjue Martial Arts School.

It would be best if they could force Lu Yan to take action. They also had ways to suppress Lu Yan.

But now in this situation, they are already riding a tiger.

No matter what happens today, Wen Yuan must be defeated, otherwise, it will not end.

"Okay, now, this is all we can do. We will postpone the announcement of my becoming a Marquis of Wu for one year."

Fu Changqing made a decision, whispered an order, stepped out and stood in front of Wen Yuan.

Fu Changqing looked at Wenyuan curiously and said, "Are you Lu Shanchuan's direct disciple?"

"No, just a registered disciple."

Wenyuan shook his head.

In the beginning, Wen Yuan was just an apprentice. Not long ago, Lu Yan returned from Kunwu Mountain and officially accepted Wen Yuan as a registered disciple.

And only this one.

The main reason is that Lu Yan's cultivation level is high and he is confident enough. He can protect a disciple.

Fu Changqing looked surprised, and at the same time, he felt deep jealousy in his heart.

Wen Yuan is so talented, but he is just Lu Shanchuan's registered disciple?

What a waste of resources.

Why couldn't he accept such an outstanding disciple?

"You are so young, but you have such cultivation. It is really rare. It can be seen that you are extremely talented and a martial arts prodigy. Such a talent, but Lu Shanchuan does not pay attention to it. He only gave him the title of registered disciple. It is better to change the sect. Others will definitely know it. I will accept you as my personal disciple and teach you with all my resources."

Fu Changqing said with a very pity for Wen Yuan.

At the same time, he indirectly told the people around him that the reason why Wen Yuan was so strong was because of his talent, not because of how well he was taught by the Sanjue Martial Arts School.

Wen Yuan shook his head repeatedly and said: "Don't be a martial arts prodigy. The master of the gym is the real martial arts prodigy. Even if you give me a few casual tips, it will be more effective than all of you pouring your money into teaching me."

In the crowd, Lu Yan burst into laughter and said to Li Quan, "Wen Yuan is good at everything, but he is too honest and tells the truth. This needs to be changed."

Wen Yuan told the truth, but in Fu Changqing's ears, it was extremely harsh, thinking that Wen Yuan was humiliating him.

Fu Changqing reprimanded him with a cold face: "Young man, the Pavilion Master Zhao and the Pavilion Master Lin just now are your elders. You have no respect for your elders, so I will teach you a lesson for your Pavilion Master."

After saying this, Qi and blood surged all over his body, his skin turned red, and his breath was overwhelming.

"It's obvious that you bully the younger ones. You are in your forties or fifties. You still bully my junior brothers. You are shameless."

Wenyuan spoke back.

"Okay, let's take action."

Fu Changqing shouted loudly and stepped out, his strong energy and blood bursting out, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"Please enlighten me."

Wen Yuan stopped talking and used the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu, his whole body turned golden, and punched Fu Changqing.

Wen Yuan did not dare to be careless about this famous old gym owner in Baicao City. He punched out, three points to attack and seven points to defend.

Fu Changqing's body trembled, his muscles and bones roared, and blood poured into his arms. He climbed up and grabbed Wen Yuan's wrist with his claws.

The first-class martial arts practiced by Fu Changqing is a claw skill called the Golden Claw of Gravel Splitting.

The claws of his hands were fast and accurate, and the five hand-held claws were like five javelins, piercing the air and making a sharp whistling sound. Wen Yuan did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly changed his moves and counterattacked Fu Changqing's abdomen.

The two changed their moves very quickly, changing ten moves in the blink of an eye, and finally collided with each other.

With a collision, the two men swayed and retreated at the same time.

Wen Yuan was fine, but Fu Changqing's face darkened, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

In a head-to-head confrontation, he actually couldn't defeat Wen Yuan.

You must know that he has broken through to Wuhou. Even though he does not use bone strength, his qi and blood are thick and condensed, exceeding the normal limit of five breakthroughs. Moreover, his body has been tempered by bone strength, making him even more powerful. Coupled with his many years of experience, , I originally thought that even if I didn't have to use my strength, it would be a sure thing to take down Wenyuan.

"This boy is indeed practicing first-class martial arts, but it is not the Nine-Turn Divine Thunder Sword given by Li. Could it be that it is the martial arts that Lu Shanchuan himself majored in? He is a disciple of a declining family. The divine intention of that family is in his hands. On your body?"

Fu Changqing's thoughts changed rapidly.

Although many descendants of declining families have practiced first-class martial arts, they have no divine intention and cannot pass it on.

For example, his gravel-splitting golden claws were only practiced by him and could not be passed on to his disciples. His disciples were all practicing second-rate martial arts.