Martial Cultivator

The monk in black ate three bowls of plain noodles in that noodle shop until he couldn't eat any more, then he slowly got up.

The noodle shop owner over there took one look and said with a smile, "Master, how about another bowl?"

It's not that he is so hospitable, it's just that the young man had already given a piece of heavenly money before. Not to mention that the black-clothed monk in front of him only ate three bowls of plain noodles, even if he ate another thirty or three hundred bowls, it would still be enough. It doesn't matter.

It’s nothing more than a matter of making more and less.

And thirty bowls and three hundred bowls are just a drop in the bucket.

The monk in black smiled and shook his head. He had three bowls of plain noodles. In other words, he couldn't tell the profit and loss of this business, and he didn't want to say it.

But as I said before, please have a bowl of plain noodles, in other words, if you eat two more bowls, just do something else.

Without the young martial artist in front of him, he would naturally not know about this thought. Even if he said it, he would not listen.

Just when I was about to walk out of the noodle shop, I saw a tall man walking in. The monk in black thought for a moment, then turned and sat back, and said with a smile, "Excuse me, have another bowl of noodles with meat."

The noodle shop owner nodded and wasn't angry. He was just curious about why the monk had so many friends.

The tall man walked into the noodle shop, glanced at the monk in black, and sat opposite him, where Chen Chao had been sitting.

The two looked at each other, and the monk in black took the initiative to ask with a smile, "After the sect leader fired the sword, he stopped looking at the battlefield. Do you think Yu Xiyi will definitely die?"

The leader of the Sword Sect said calmly, "The path he chose is his own, and he is responsible for his own life and death. But if he really dies, I will feel a little disappointed."

In today's world, in his opinion, only Yu Xiyi can become his opponent one day in the future.

The monk in black said, "The sect leader could have done something."

The master of the Sword Sect did not speak in a hurry, but waited until a bowl of beef noodles was placed in front of him, which was obviously more honest. Then he reached out and slowly pulled out a pair of bamboo chopsticks and said calmly, "I have been practicing swordsman all my life, and I have always thought that the way of swordsmanship is higher than the sky." Later, when I went to the capital of the gods, His Majesty said to me that a sword is more than a sword, and I have to understand it. Only then can I realize such a perfect sword, but what is beyond the sword seems to be a bit foggy, but I can't see clearly. "

"Because of this, I don't dare to do anything. Even if I do something, I feel that there will be problems and that I am doing something wrong with the sword."

After the Sword Sect leader said these words, he lowered his head and began to eat noodles, his expression still complicated.

The monk in black smiled and said, "That's why the sect leader came to look for the poor monk. He wanted to hear a few words from the poor monk."

The master of the Sword Sect did not speak, but just ate the noodles quietly. After finishing the noodles, he raised his head and said softly, "I heard a rumor that fellow Taoist is the reincarnation of the black-clothed national master. I don't know whether it is true or not."

The black-clothed monk smiled and said, "If it's fake, if the poor monk says a few more words, even if the sect master thinks it makes sense, he won't listen to it?"

The Sword Sect leader frowned slightly and said nothing.

The monk in black thought for a while and said with a smile, "The poor monk and the national teacher are indeed inextricably linked, but if we say that the poor monk is him, he is the poor monk, the poor monk may not think it is right."

The leader of the Sword Sect stopped talking.

The monk in black shook his head and smiled and said, "One thing I can tell the sect master is that both the poor monk and the imperial master have only one idea, and that is peace in the world."

What is peace?

Only when demons are not allowed to go south and monks from outside the world are not allowed to bully the people of the world based on their preferences can there be true peace.

In order for foreign monks not to bully the people at will, the black-clothed national master was willing to give up his Buddhist practice, disrupt the world, and make the deposed emperor abdicate.

The reason is simple, that is, if he sits on the throne, there will never be a day when monk Fang Wai bows his head.

As for the latter, the black-clad Imperial Master couldn't do it, and neither could the Emperor of Liang at that time.

The black-clothed monk smiled endlessly. It was already a great achievement for the Imperial Master to accomplish one thing, but he could not be expected to accomplish both.

"The poor monk can send a message to the sect master, and the sect master also owes the poor monk a favor."

The black-clothed monk looked at the Sword Sect leader, speaking like this was no different from a businessman in the market, but he was more upright and bright.

The leader of the Sword Sect asked, "Shall I draw my sword later and kill Master Wu Hao?"

The monk in black shook his head and said, "There's no need. If the sect master had been willing to take action from the beginning, things would have been much simpler. But now, that guy can get things done. If the sect leader uses his sword again, what's the difference between it and grabbing the credit?"

The leader of the Sword Sect was surprised and said, "Can the three of them really win?"

In fact, from the very beginning, he

He is not optimistic about the three young people. He knows the difference between Fuyun Realm and Wangyou Realm. If this is just an ordinary realm barrier, then it is impossible that few people can set foot in that realm for so many years. .

The monk in black said, "They are not the sect masters, so they can naturally win."

The taste of this sentence depends on how the Sword Sect Master himself tastes it.

The Sword Sect leader was silent, and then asked, "What do fellow Taoists want to say?"

The monk in black stood up, looked at the Sword Sect leader, smiled and said, "This sentence carries a heavy weight, so what the leader is asked to do is not easy."

After saying this, the monk in black said a few words from his heart, and then waited for the Sword Sect leader's reply.

The world's confirmed first swordsman was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly.

The black-clothed monk then said, "When will the sect leader stop taking the art of swordsmanship as the most important thing? The path ahead for the path of swordsmanship is naturally endless. Forgetting the worries above and supporting the clouds is not the end. The sect leader's art of swordsmanship will naturally not stop here. "

After saying this, the monk in black didn't care what the Sword Sect leader in front of him thought, but stood up and walked out of the noodle shop.

When he came to the street, the black-clothed monk first murmured to himself, "Whether I am you or you are me, it doesn't actually matter, right?"

Then the monk in black suddenly looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "As expected, you are still worried, aren't you?"

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The battle on the mountain top is still going on.

Master Wu Hao was hit by flying swords and fists one after another. His body, which was not very outstanding, had many problems at the moment and his injuries were not serious. But at least in the end, he held down Chen Chao's head, and the terrifying energy in his palms fell, All the hard work of this young martial artist must be destroyed.

Before the young warrior in front of him died, he wanted to make him feel the feeling of having nothing.

First destroy the acupoints, then destroy the meridians, and finally make this young man a real useless person.

Let this young warrior, his real dream come true, and his big dream come to nothing.

But then, Master Wu Yao frowned again, because the flying sword in his heart was trembling slightly at this moment, and there was a faint sound of sword clanging.

This flying sword went deep into his heart and landed on an acupuncture point. Not only did it severely injure him, it even completely disrupted the Qi in his body. At this moment, it was okay that the Qi in his body was pouring out. If it were to flow back again, Well, let alone Master Wu Yao, just sorting out the flow of Qi would take a lot of effort.

Therefore, the flying sword is now inserted into his heart and can stay forever, but it cannot leave.

There was no need to worry about this matter, because Yu Xiyi had been seriously injured. Not to mention whether he could draw the sword again, or even whether he could get up, there was no question.

But if it weren't for him, who would be pulling this flying sword called Weed?

Master Wu Yao subconsciously took a look at Yun Jianyue, who was struggling to hold on over there, and found that it was not true. It was also true that Daoist Master of the Tao Sect could reach the heavens through Taoism, but if he said anything else, Master Wu Yao didn't think it was possible.

Then who is pulling the flying sword in front of you?

Master Wu Yao suddenly squinted his eyes and looked at the young warrior in front of him, whose face was covered with blood. He was holding his head down, but with both hands, one hand was firmly holding the handle of the knife, and the other hand was already stretched out in front of Master Wu Yao. , between the palm and the flying sword, there is a very small sword energy.

Incomprehensible.

Master Wu Yao frowned, feeling a little incredible after all.

The young man in front of me is not a swordsman.

But in a second thought, Master Wu Hao didn't think too much, but the Qi in his palm became stronger. So what if you are a great swordsman? Now the poor Taoist will completely cripple you and then kill you. See what else you can do?

As the qi of Master Wu Hao fell into Chen Chao's body, a fight had already begun in Chen Chao's body. The qi in Chen Chao's body initially resisted together, but they were defeated instantly, as if they were defeated like a mountain. Half a trick.

The gap between the two realms is still too big.

Chen Chao is still awake to this day. He knows very well that if he wants to fight Master Wu Hao on the battlefield in his body, the chance of winning is slim. Therefore, he did not mobilize his qi to continue the fight at all. Instead, he moved the qi to his arms through his meridians. Even at this time, he still had time to peel off the cocoons of those qi machines and peel off the fused sword qi inside again.

What he has to do next is to block the flow of Qi from Master Wu Hao towards his arm to buy him the last time.

In other words, Master Wu Yao at this moment is like an army of monsters knocking at the Great Wall in the north, and Chen Chao is the frontier army guarding the city.

There is a huge gap in strength between the two sides. It depends on how long they can hold on.

In the distance, Yunjian Yue, who was hovering in the sky, was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his whole body was shaking. Not only did he have to block Master Wu Hao's thunder pool from outside, but he also needed to keep his own thunder pool intact. These two points alone were enough for him. Very difficult.

In fact, he had already noticed Chen Chao's situation and wanted to help, but it was difficult for him to do so.

However, he still didn't want to see Chen Chao bleed here. In this case, all his efforts would be in vain. 🅆

Can the Liang Dynasty live without the Chen Dynasty now?

cannot.

Yun Jianyue gritted her teeth and spit out a mouthful of blood, but the blood did not scatter, but hovered together, like an inkstone.

The moon in the clouds trembles and stretches out its fingers, like a pen dipping in ink.

Then he slowly and firmly wrote a talisman here.

If he, Yun Jianyue, could not win the first place in the world of talismans, he would definitely admit it. If he said that none of the talismans he had written in this life would be the best in history, he would also admit it.

But after this blood talisman was drawn by Yun Jianyue, all the talismans in the world saw this talisman, no! You don’t need to see it, even if you know this talisman, you will feel ashamed!

A blood talisman was completed, and Yun Jianyue's face turned pale again. After that, the young temple leader, the most promising Taoist in the entire Taoist sect, said softly, "Chen Chao, I can't abandon you even if I abandon myself. He Damn it, don’t die!”

This may be the first and last time Yun Jianyue curses someone in her life.

That blood talisman clearly contains Yun Jianyue's avenue, and the talisman is 10%. No matter what the final result is, the origin of Yun Jianyue's avenue will suddenly increase from one or two points damaged to the current five points!

In other words, Yun Jianyue now clearly wants to trade her own Tao origin for Chen Chao's chance of survival.

In other words, it is Yun Jianyue who believes that this world can be without me, Yun Jianyue, and it will never be without you, Chen Chao!

The blood talisman floated away, finally hovering on the head of Master Wu Yao.

Master Wu Yao raised his head and took a look, and instantly understood the price Yun Jian Yue had paid. The eyes of this middle-aged Taoist who was unparalleled in the world were full of disappointment.

Somewhat disheartened.

The next moment, he could no longer tolerate being discouraged. The blood talisman suddenly fell and hit his head directly.

It was a bloody thunder.

Master Wu Yao's expression was ugly. Apart from the fact that the thunder contained in the blood talisman was troublesome, it was also the origin of Yun Jian Yue's great avenue, which made him somewhat confused as to where to find the solution.

Just when he hesitated, the flow of Qi in his palm naturally slowed down a lot. At this moment, Chen Chao also seized the opportunity and grasped the hilt of the flying sword.

The weeds trembled. Although Feijian, who had long since developed spirituality, knew that Chen Chao was not the sword master, he did not resist at this moment.

Chen Chao held the sword and was about to push it forward with force.

A weak voice sounded in the distance, "Pull out!"

It was Yu Xiyi who had been seriously injured. He and Weicao had the same mind-set, so he naturally knew the role of Weeda at this moment. It was better to pull out the flying sword than to leave it in the body of Master Wuyou.

After Chen Chao heard this shout, he no longer hesitated and pulled out the flying sword with all his strength.

As the flying sword was pulled out, Master Wu Yao was shaken all over, and the hand that landed on Chen Chao's head lost any power at this moment.

And that blood thunder also hit the body of Master Wu Hao firmly at this moment.

Yun Jianyue could no longer hold on. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she began to fall towards the top of the mountain. The thunder god above the thunder pool also began to dissipate.

Including the huge statue, at this moment, it almost collapsed suddenly.

Countless pieces fell one after another.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky.

It was the thunder from the sky that Master Wu Yao had always wanted to fall. At this moment, there was finally no obstacle and it was about to come to the world.

Chen Chao held the flying sword with one hand and wiped it towards the throat of Master Wu Yao. With the other hand, he held Yunni tightly and slashed towards the sky.

Fight against that thunder.

The weeds scratched a scar on Wu Yao's throat, and a line of blood appeared between his throat.

Wu Hao Zhenren has no strength to fight anymore, and his life begins to slowly slip away.

Even the thunder that fell from the sky didn't have much power.

Chen Chao easily cut it open, but was almost powerless.

He grabbed the sleeve of Master Wu Hao to prevent this awesome person from falling. He was a powerful person who surpassed the realm of Wangyou. He had too many tricks. He could not be sure that the other party was really dead. Chen Chao was unwilling to let go until he died. .

In fact, it’s not that Master Wu Hao really has no mobility at all at this moment. It’s just that the middle-aged Taoist is confused at the moment, and he probably still doesn’t want to accept that Yun Jianyue is willing to sacrifice his Taoism to seek a chance for Chen Chao’s life, instead of " Suddenly he came to his senses and stood beside himself.

Chen Chao held Yunni in his hand and wanted to cut off the head of Master Wu Hao to avoid a long night and many dreams.

As a result, just as he raised his sword, a white light swept down from the sky and hit Chen Chao directly in the chest, knocking the young warrior into the top of the mountain.

There is a big hole.

Then the white light dissipated and the thunder pool dissipated. Instead, there was an old man with white hair and beard hovering on the top of the mountain. He first took a look at the healthy person.

No, I just took a look at Wu Hao Zhenren.

"I've said before that the past doesn't matter anymore. It's really embarrassing to come back and lose to these three ants."

After the white-haired old man said this, he looked towards the top of the mountain below. Two people were standing with difficulty, looking this way.

In another deep pit, the young martial artist climbed up with difficulty, naked to the waist.

The white-haired old man didn't care about Chen Chao at first, but after he got up, he narrowed his eyes because he saw the knife in his hand.

A flash of extremely complicated emotions flashed through the eyes of the white-haired old man. In the end, those emotions dissipated and turned into disgust.

Extremely disgusting.

"Another warrior?"

The words have not yet finished.

He stepped out with a heavy foot, and a mountaintop made a loud noise at this moment. Countless stones were shattered at this moment, countless gravel fell, and a mountaintop was directly moved flat with one kick.

The three people on the top of the mountain would all become a pile of mud.

The white-haired old man stretched out his finger, and a ray of colored light fell into the center of Wu Yao's eyebrows. He said calmly, "Save your life. From now on, just listen to me. Otherwise, if I leave there this time, the gain will outweigh the loss."

But before he finished speaking, the white-haired old man looked curiously at the mountain that was half shorter than before.

When the smoke and dust cleared, three figures were still standing with difficulty.

This made the white-haired old man strange. If the young warrior had a good physical condition and was lucky enough to survive, then where did the other two people, a sword cultivator and a Taoist cultivator, get their abilities?

Yu Xiyi, who was covered in blood, was just dust except for the blood. Bai Shengsheng suffered such a kick. The swordsman took a deep breath and cursed, "Where did this old bastard come from?!"

It's just that the energy is really not enough.

Chen Chao, who was targeted the most, couldn't help but smile bitterly. This time the three of them joined forces and were able to kill Master Wu Hao here, which was a great thing. But who would have thought that this battle would be over? , why did an old immortal pop up again?

And looking at the realm, it’s fucking above Wangyou.

Chen Chao glanced at Yun Jianyue, the meaning in his eyes was clear. Is there such a number one person in Chixin Guan?

Yun Jianyue turned pale and shook her head.

Not without.

But don't know.

Chen Chao sighed, somewhat unwillingly.

It was hard to win, but in the end it ended like this?

He grasped the handle of the knife tightly, lowered his head and patted the already torn trouser leg.

The white-haired old man didn't seem angry after hearing what Yu Xiyi said. He just smiled and said, "It's okay for a young man who can talk. I'll leave you to die in the end, and I will torture you slowly."

While talking, the white-haired old man kept looking at Chen Chao and said again, "I feel annoyed if I look at you more than once, so I won't waste my time on you."

A grain of mysterious light spilled out from the white-haired old man's fingertips, and he was about to use it to kill Chen Chao.

He hated the young martial artist in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

"If you want to blame me, it's your fault for doing something bad. You have to be a martial artist."

The white-haired old man had not finished speaking.

At this moment, a plain voice sounded between heaven and earth, "Oh?"

"Someone who returns for a limited time"