reborn as a wolf

Chapter 2 The calamity is coming

That figure was unusually tall and tall.

This is an old man who has good looks. Although he is in his forties, he has skin as white and tender as a baby. He stands unsmiling on the interlocking iron cables between the Guanyin Pavilion and the Tingdeng Pavilion.

Majestic.

After proclaiming the Buddha's name, the rich voice surged in the mountain stream.

There is a string of wind chimes hanging under the eaves of Guanyin Pavilion. Because of the strong wind blowing from the mountain stream, they make tinkling sounds all year round.

At this time, it was silent and very strange.

Like a dying person being strangled by the neck.

Tang Hui said calmly to Ye Yingxiu: "The person coming is an enemy, not a friend. Please step back."

Tang Hui, who had finished digesting fifteen Blood Essence Pills, raised his hand and made a gesture.

Take a step with your right foot and bend your left knee slightly.

One hand reaches out and the other hand reaches back.

Indescribably wonderful.

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky swirled like a tornado and suddenly descended.

Tang Hui said softly: "I shake Kunlun."

This is no longer an imitation of Shushan Sword Sect Song Zhiming's "starting to shake Kunlun", but Tang Hui's own understanding of Song Zhiming's move after several enlightenments.

In other words, your own way.

Dark clouds are approaching, and rain is about to come.

Want to shake that Kunlun?

Do you think you are that land god?!

Idiots talk about dreams.

After Zen Master Yideng heard Tang Hui's words, he raised his head and laughed boldly, not minding that his enemy was about to come.

This is not arrogance of Zen Master Xuan Yideng. After the fall of the Huangquan Ghost Sect, he spent hundreds of years in seclusion, and his realm obviously improved greatly. His skin changed from wrinkled bark to baby###, which is proof that he has returned to his original nature, and is about to form the mystery of the elixir.

Omen.

After returning to virtuality, we return to true nature.

Returning to one's true self means that one's true self has become one, forming a golden elixir.

Zen Master Yideng is not in a hurry to take action. As people get older, their patience becomes better and better.

Zen Master Yideng looked at Tang Hui in the distance, remembering that his gestures were not smoky, and looked calmly at the tornado attracted by Tang Hui's abundant energy. It was in the shape of a huge funnel, and the roots of the wind rotated violently in the mountain stream, and it was astonishing.

As if it reaches directly to the heaven, it keeps tearing down the black clouds in the sky and becomes more and more intense.

Tang Hui stretched out one hand to draw an arc, and slowly lifted it up with the other hand, saying softly: "Get up again."

A large tornado rose from the sky on the left side of Guanyin Pavilion.

The weather of heaven and earth swirls around the dragon axis, causing endless wind, sand and rocks.

Xuan Tanghui pumped up his energy, and his momentum skyrocketed, but there was no sign of exhaustion. He clenched his hands into fists, clapped his hands like balls in a black robe, and his energy instantly reached its peak, and he slowly said: "Three Qi!"

Another tornado appeared on the right side of Guanyin Pavilion.

Three dragons draw water!

Zen Master Yideng's red cassock was blown to pieces by the strong wind, and he said calmly: "Stealing the power of heaven and earth, is this your strength? This kind of opportunistic behavior is okay to scare ordinary people, but if you want to hurt me, it is really

Ridiculous!"

If Tang Hui's six Dantians were not empty and only had the spiritual power transformed by fifteen "Blood Yuan Pills", where would Zen Master Yideng be able to speak so loudly?!!!

Tang Hui said nothing, and the three tornadoes moved rapidly towards the motionless Zen Master Yideng with the power of heaven. The three dragons suddenly gathered and squeezed Zen Master Hui Yideng who was in the center and did not bother to avoid it.

"Well done!" Zen Master Yideng laughed loudly, hooked his hands, stretched out his left hand, and inserted two tornadoes. The vast sea of ​​​​qi, which contained nearly a hundred years of accumulated spiritual power, began to exert force, like a boiling boiler rolling.

Zen Master Yideng actually tore two tornadoes into pieces. The dragon without its foundation sucked water, and the black clouds at the top slowly rolled like a dying struggle before finally drifting away and returning to the sky.

Just as he was dealing with the last dragon to absorb water, Tang Hui tiptoed, and a big hole was created in the ground. His figure was like a rainbow, piercing the tornado, passing through it, and then came to Zen Master Yideng and pushed it out with a palm.

Zen Master Yideng, who was not surprised, sneered and turned his claws into fists, reaching straight for the middle door. Tang Hui turned his palm, ignoring the surging spiritual power, and just put it on the back of his fist. Zen Master Yideng's face had a slight color change, and he retracted his right fist.

, his left hand stuck to the middle section of the bridge of his hand, trying to remove the wrist.

Unexpectedly, Tang Huishu's hand suddenly turned into a box hand, pressed down diagonally, and slapped Zen Master Yideng on the shoulder with his left hand. This blow seemed to be an understatement, but it caused Zen Master Yideng, who had already mastered spiritual power, to lose his center of gravity and move his body forward.

As soon as he rushed, Zen Master Yideng was so skillful in facing the enemy. He took advantage of the situation to hit the mountain with his shoulders, smashing Tang Hui's chest with this weird and unparalleled technique, but the expressionless Tang Hui cleverly used a box of Fuerza.

He turned back into a cameraman and pushed Zen Master Yideng back to the original position. For a moment, the latter had only a hundred years of accumulated spiritual power, but he could neither move nor move.

All of this is just an offensive and defensive transition between the two sides in the blink of an eye.

Tang Hui pushed out another palm. Zen Master Yideng adjusted the speed of his palm and responded with a more fierce elbow strike. He never thought that Tang Hui's palm was just a needle hidden in the cotton. The moment it was about to touch his elbow, his energy was like a torrential flood.

, a palm that was stronger and faster than Zen Master Yideng's elbow, and slapped the latter on the heart.

The clap between the two created ripples visible to the naked eye.

Zen Master Yideng's tall and strong body was photographed so that he fell back ten feet!

The wind chimes that had been stretched tightly under the eaves of Guanyin Pavilion were finally overwhelmed at this moment and fell to the ground.

Zen Master Yideng was actually repelled?

How is this possible?

Zen Master Yideng was slightly surprised and asked: "The last palm you just made did not rely on spiritual power, but only the power of the physical body?"

Tang Hui said calmly: "Of course it's not worth mentioning that it's a small skill. I dare to ask the Zen master if his hand is hot. If it is, Tang will no longer be polite."

Ye Shaoqing, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, was stunned for a moment. The master has not used his full strength yet?

Haven't you lost all your spiritual power?

He is so strong with just his physical strength.

Zen Master Yideng let out a burst of joyful laughter from the bottom of his heart, raised his finger and pointed at Tang Hui, saying: "You kid, you are very arrogant, but you can only stop here."

Suddenly, the wind and rain were like darkness, and there was lightning and thunder.

The heavy rain poured down on the heads of the four masters and disciples Tang Hui.

The wind and thunder stirred up like thousands of horses galloping, causing a stinging pain in the eardrums.

In an instant, nine thunder and lightning came from the sky.

Zen Master Yideng no longer suppressed his cultivation, but at this time, he chose to transcend the tribulation and achieve the golden elixir realm.

The thunderbolts from the sky were as thick as a hugging tree, and almost in the blink of an eye, they were all projected onto the top of Qingrongguan Mountain, blasting out nine large holes. Fortunately, the four masters and disciples of Tang Hui were safe and sound.

Nine thunderbolts like purple snakes all hit Zen Master Yideng. Zen Master Yideng was so proud that he did not dodge. His fist as big as a bowl smashed into a purple thunder pillar. Upon contact, the ground shook and the mountains shook.

There was a burst of chaotic web-shaped flames, and Zen Master Yideng remained standing, but the sleeve of one arm was burned out, flashing with residual purple electricity, like a thunder general. This was a feat of resisting the power of heaven with human power.

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While Zen Master Yideng was going through the heavenly tribulation, Tang Hui turned around in his spare time, looked at Ye Shaoqing and the others and said: "Open your eyes and see clearly. The next competition is something that a lot of money can't buy. My skills may be mediocre.

After returning to nature, it is nothing more than getting rid of complexity and seeking simplicity, but the movement of Qi and grasping the timing are the key."

"Swordsmen like us, in the end, the sword is nothing more than thrusting horizontally, vertically and diagonally. Why is it that ordinary people use swords rigidly, while skilled swordsmen can use their swords to produce powerful energy?"

"When a sword is thrown out, unless it is done with all one's strength and at the extreme speed of one's ability, once the Qi movement is in full swing, it seems to be very fast, but suddenly slows down, causing the opponent's expected response to fall into the air. When he changes,

If he speeds up again and again, if he changes again, even if he has time, he will lose the momentum he had at the beginning. This is just the most common and simple truth."

"When masters join hands to fight, fighting strength is the foundation. Among them, the battle of wits, courage and ruthlessness are the highlights."

After saying this, Tang Hui immediately rushed forward, his body forming a straight line, and the wind and rain blew away. He jumped up and hit the Zen Master Yideng with his knees. Zen Master Yideng held down Tang Hui's knees with both hands.

, his feet slid back, causing countless splashes of water.

Tang Hui leaned forward and slammed his elbow down, slamming Zen Master Yideng's body into the deep and bottomless mountain stream. This was not enough, and kicked out Zen Master Yideng's body diagonally.

Flying more than ten feet away!

Tang Hui took advantage of the situation and chased him. Zen Master Xuan Yideng was kicked away, and his hooks and claws pierced into the mountain wall. Suppressing the trend of defeat, he clapped his hands and finally stood up. When Tang Hui bullied him, his hands

The punch hits the face!

Tang Hui, who had an indifferent expression on his face, held his opponent's fists with both hands and held them firmly. His figure remained standing, but a large space behind him had been squeezed by the huge qi machine. The wind and rain evaporated in an instant. Tang Hui raised his hand and said softly.

: "Send you to the West."

Zen Master Yideng's body rose to the sky.

Thunder struck from the sky.

Loud noise.

Tang Hui, who was standing on the ground, showed no mercy at all. He clapped his hands together like never before, and the water that originally flowed down the mountain from the edge of the Guanyin Pavilion came fiercely like two green dragons. The two dragons stretched across the sky.

Zen Master Yideng, who was busy moving his Qi sea to resist the thunder in the air, was blown up to the point where he could no longer move.

Tang Hui pointed his toes, soared into the air, grabbed Zen Master Yideng's belt, landed on the ground, and ran quickly. After running twenty feet, his feet suddenly stopped, and he threw Zen Master Yideng straight to the west, as if he wanted to throw him away.

The Zen Master Hui Yideng is sent to the West!

One delivery to the west?

When Zen Master Yideng's body was about to fly out of the cliff, he unexpectedly fell and barely landed on the edge of the cliff. In the end, his face was covered in blood that could not be washed away by the rain, and he no longer had the calm and composed demeanor he once had.

Zen Master Yideng swept with his kick, and Tang Hui stepped on Master Yideng's knee, causing him to fall to the ground in a panic, and was thrown into the rain.

Tang Hui smiled and said: "So what if you are promoted to the Golden Pill? I just killed a Golden Pill monk not long ago, not to mention the Golden Pill monk who is going through the tribulation."

A thick thunderbolt hit the Zen Master Yideng right where he landed. Fortunately, the latter sensed it and rolled over without caring about his identity, so he barely escaped death.

Zen Master Yideng was dumbfounded and his lips trembled.

The secrets of heaven and the secrets of heaven, the more masters they are, the more they can guide the heaven and earth.

"Are you weird?" Tang Hui touched his chin and said, "Why do you always hit you during this calamity? But never accidentally hurt me?"

Zen Master Yideng already had a clear answer in his mind. This person could actually pull the secrets of heaven. In the past, he had relied entirely on the power of the physical body and the power of pulling the heaven and earth, and had never used the spiritual power in his body.

The power of heaven and earth can also be understood as the power of the world, the power of the laws of heaven and earth, and the tips from the land gods in white in Yaowang Valley, Tang Hui realized a hint of "world" and "laws" during his epiphany in Peach Blossom Tower

Mystery.

At this time, Tang Hui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, ignored Zen Master Yideng, and ran towards Ye Yingxiu, Ye Shaoqing, and Tang Yan, who were all in the audience. He held them with both hands and walked against the wind.

After a moment, something poured down.

It's a purple thunder.

It is as thick as a mountain peak and reaches a height of tens of thousands of feet.

Heavenly calamity.

Gone in a flash.

On the vast Qingrong Temple, there was no thunder, only wind and rain, and not even ashes were left in the Qingrong Temple.

What Tang Hui did was just to "trap" Zen Master Yideng and draw "more" purple sky thunder. If Zen Master Yideng could withstand this, at least he would be a land god.