Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Boom!"

The Buddha's light explodes, the heaven and the earth are extinguished, and everything falls into pieces.

The entire Shaoshi Mountain quilt seemed to have been plowed from heaven, with most of it cut off, leaving it bare without even a single weed.

In the middle, a giant crater a hundred meters deep was blown out.

Thick smoke billowed from the charred land.

Thousands of years of heritage disappeared at this moment, leaving only a mess.

A moment later, an old man in Taoist robes, with eyes full of silence, scanned the wreckage in the field.

Very sad.

"After all, Pindao came a step too late and failed to save the sweeping monk."

"Roar!" Just when Zhang Sanfeng was annoyed.

The ground shook again.

A huge monster crawled out of the pit.

It shook its huge head and looked at everything in front of it with hatred.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on Zhang Sanfeng and roared angrily:

"Ouch!"

"You evil beast, you are not dead yet?"

Zhang Sanfeng was so shocked that the sweeping monk exploded all the relics.

Neither of them actually eliminated each other, but look carefully.

The lion monster suffered serious injuries all over its body.

Foul-smelling demonic blood flows on the earth.

Beneath it were the dying Obai and others.

"Zhang Sanfeng, Taoist Zhang."

"You are a land god, you won't add insult to injury and take the opportunity to sneak attack on us, right?"

Wei Tuo said quietly.

They also wanted to trick Zhang Sanfeng into letting them go.

"There is no coexistence between good and evil. Everyone, if you are still my human race."

"Pindao will naturally not take action."

"It's a pity...you are demons."

Zhang Sanfeng has never been a pedantic person.

Humans and demons are incompatible.

Shaolin has been destroyed. If we don’t take action now, why don’t we wait for them to recover and fight Wudang?

Circulating the infuriating energy, the whisk draws a circle in the sky.

Nine blazing suns suddenly appeared behind him and hit Obai, Wei Tuo and others.

"Pull, let the lion monster hold it up."

Wei Tuo and others don't care about that much.

Everyone rubbed oil on their soles, turned around and left.

Nine blazing sun-like fireballs all fell on the lion monster.

There was a loud bang.

Like a death knell, it shattered the lion's life breath, and its huge body collapsed.

There was still a puzzled look in his big eyes until the end.

"boom!"

Dust several feet high blocked Zhang Sanfeng's sight.

Wait until it's all over.

The demonic energy slowly receded like the shrinking tentacles of an octopus.

"Huh..." Zhang Sanfeng exhaled heavily.

The vitality of the demon people was beyond his expectation.

Even so, he failed to completely kill the lion monster.

The other party still has a trace of strength left, waiting for the moment of death.

"Alas, troubled times."

"The world is shattered."

"People with lofty ideals can come forward as soon as possible."

"Let's end this natural disaster."

Zhang Sanfeng walked up to the lion monster and saw that it was completely dead, so he went to look for the remains of the Shaolin monks.

…

"Shaolin Temple is gone."

"Aren't you allowed to take action?"

In Prince Yan's palace, Zhao Min rested his bare feet on Murong Fu's legs.

The spring water fluctuated, and the seductive eyes stared at Murong Fu closely.

I wonder how long my man will have to wait.

"Haha, don't worry."

"There is still Yuan Guo who is insisting."

Murong Fu played with Zhao Min's feet and replied slowly.

If you want to unify them, you have to break them all into pieces and glue them together again.

In this way there is no hatred between the various races.

There will be no estrangement in the future.

"Yuan Guo..." A look of longing flashed in Zhao Min's eyes.

Her brother, father, and mother are all there.

just in case…

"Don't worry!" Murong Fu guessed Zhao Min's worries: "The Yuan Emperor sent an envoy to send a group of Yuan people."

"Your mother, concubine and others are inside."

"Really!" Zhao Min hugged Murong Fu excitedly and kissed him heavily.

Fiery red lip prints were printed on Murong Fu's cheeks.

With a hint of naughtiness, but also a bit of love.

"Haha, I specially asked someone to send your mother and concubine here."

"You don't just think that a kiss can make it up to me, right?"

Murong Fu's eyes widened and he looked at the little beauty in front of him mischievously.

"Say it!"

"What do you want?"

Zhao Min's beautiful eyes wandered, and suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something:

"I heard that there is a water girl in the palace."

"Beautiful as a fairy, gentle as spring water."

"Why don't I marry her for the prince?"

"Marry her?" Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, but Shui Lingguang was a beauty.

But he has passed the age of being impulsive to beautiful women.

Think about it…

"Alright, Your Majesty, the women in the palace."

"You just don't agree to accept me, how can anyone else dare to marry me?"

"When you ascend to the throne in the future, your harem will always need to be filled up."

Zhao Min gave Murong Fu a hard look, exposing his hesitation.

"Haha, Madam is still thoughtful."

"Then I, the king, will reluctantly marry you home."

"Bah!" Zhao Min rolled his eyes at Murong Fu and spat: "You are still reluctant to do so, I guess you are happy in your heart."

"Let me ask you about this first."

"I'll give you news in three days."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Min made a move to leave, but didn't put his feet down yet.

He was hugged by Murong Fu.

He started his third job without any courtesy.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

It took a long time before Zhao Min got a chance to breathe from his clutches.

"Hey, keep going!" Murong Fu waved his hand, picked up Zhao Min and walked towards the bed.

Not a moment.

The garden is filled with spring colors in full bloom, resonating with the chirping of birds.

Husband and wife.

Happily running into each other's emotions.

…

Three days later.

Murong Fu took all his retainers and generals to a high mountain.

The mountain is surrounded by densely packed spiritual stones.

Each one contains powerful energy.

"Master, what are you..." Bao BuTong asked curiously.

"Haha, this is the magic circle for cleansing and severing the marrow."

"It can help you improve your physical fitness."

"Otherwise, in the next battle."

"You can't compete with the demons."

Murong Fu briefly introduced the formation.

People in the original world, who have practiced martial arts since childhood, have finally fallen behind.

Only by changing his physical strength can he have any possibility of fighting against the demons.

otherwise.

Except for the Beiliang Iron Cavalry, none of his men could even match the demon soldiers.

At the very least, the toughness is several times worse.

"There are only a few of us?" Qing Qing looked at the spiritual stone array on the ground, feeling incredible.

Densely packed.

At the very least, why would hundreds of people come again?

"Haha, this magic circle is personally blessed by me."

"It can improve your realm."

"Barely, I can reach the Yuanshen realm."

This group of people can be advanced to the Yuanshen realm.

It is already his greatest ability.

Unless there are other natural and earthly treasures.

Otherwise, in this life, the Yuanshen realm will be the greatest limit for this group of people.

It is probably impossible to get promoted.

"Oh my god, isn't the Yuanshen realm the same as a god?"

"Can you fly?" Fengbo Monster shouted.

Bao BuTong’s disdain soon came:

"Why are you panicking? You are already a god."

"How can we, the generals, be so bad?"