"Is there a top sect with a Grandmaster?"
"It’s two completely different things."
Bai Feifei sighed.
Han Yu opened her watery eyes and asked, "Looking at the whole martial arts world, except for us, it seems that no one knows that Mu Dao Ren has long been a Grandmaster of both internal skills and swordsmanship, right?"
Gao Jiping’s breathing stagnated.
It was the first time she knew this great secret of the martial arts world.
But at the same time, she felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
"That’s about right."
Yue Buqun nodded.
"So what if he married and had children?"
Bai Feifei said: "Wudang really wastes talents."
"It’s not Wudang’s fault."
"Who told Wudang to almost become a family sect inherited by father and son?"
Yue Buqun recalled the plot in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" and smiled bitterly: "Besides, Wudang almost lost everything because of the love affair between the children. It is understandable that they are at the core to prevent this."
After Song Qingshu’s evil deeds broke out.
Song Yuanqiao died young.
Wudang masters withered.
Later, there was a scandal of being attacked by the Sun and Moon Demon Cult.
Wudang did not learn from this lesson.
Then it would go back to the old ways.
It’s no wonder that they were ridiculed for their practice of throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
"Let’s not talk about Wudang."
Yue Buqun looked at Gao Jiping and asked, "How far have you been in cultivation?"
"Master, please forgive me."
Gao Jiping immediately knelt down.
Although she had just been on the mountain for less than three months.
But under the joint training of Bai Feifei and Han Yu.
She became more and more clear about her identity and responsibilities.
"I don’t mean to punish you."
Yue Buqun was speechless.
He didn’t have high expectations for Gao Jiping.
But now it seems.
Gao Jiping’s martial arts achievements may be lower than he expected.
"That’s all."
Yue Buqun still wanted to study Gao Jiping’s martial arts.
But now he lost interest in an instant.
Gao Jiping suddenly became nervous and couldn’t help but ask Bai Feifei for help.
Who would have thought that Bai Feifei would pinch Gao Jiping’s hair and say, "Don’t worry, when you lay a good foundation, everything will come naturally."
"But…"
Gao Jiping was really a little anxious.
She is now 14 years old and has not learned martial arts yet.
But other fifth generations of Huashan started practicing martial arts at the age of seven or eight, or even five or six.
The gap is not a little bit.
"No, no, no."
"You misunderstood."
Bai Feifei smiled evilly, "When your body grows up and grows well, you can receive the gift. At that time, it will be better than any hard training or opportunity."
Gao Jiping didn’t understand.
But she discovered the ambiguity in Bai Feifei’s smile and the light in Han Yu’s eyes.
I vaguely understand.
At this moment.
She is anxious again.
Eager to grow.
Eager to replace Han Yu.
Eager to accept Yue Buqun’s gift of rain and dew.
Beijing suburbs.
A dilapidated manor.
If the old man from the East Factory was here, he would definitely remember that this was the place where the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva kept male servants.
But since Cao Zhengchun’s sudden death, the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva was killed.
In addition, this place was massacred by Xie Tianling, the leader of the Dian Cang Sect.
This place is regarded as an ominous place.
Except for some beggars and refugees.
No one dares to stay here for a long time.
"Where is my son?"
"Where is my son?"
Miao Feng is going crazy.
The opponents in front of him included swordsmen, knifemen, and beggars.
But none of them could match Miao Feng.
Because there were originally more than a dozen of them, but now there were nearly ten of them lying on the ground.
"He is using the crazy stick method!"
"He is the fifth best of Shaolin!"
The swordsmen and swordsmen shouted loudly.
Clang clang.
As a result, their swords were simultaneously broken by the opponent’s black wooden sticks.
"It’s hard iron wood." (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
"You can’t fight him head-on with his stick."
The knifeman roared.
Then he took the rope thrown by the beggar.
It was obvious.
They planned to change the siege strategy.
However…
Miao Feng’s skills were extremely strong, and his stick method was even more domineering.
Ordinary masters will die if they touch it.
How can a mere rope change this?
"The four hall masters of the Sun Moon Demon Sect, Baihu, Fenglei, Jin Gang, and Tiangang."
"Interesting, really too interesting."
Lu Xiaofeng’s eyes lit up.
Yu Peiyu, the senior brother, smiled bitterly, but still reminded him: "Junior brother, don’t join in the fun this time. This is the grudge between Shaolin and the Sun Moon Demon Sect, and we, Xiantian Wuji Sect, cannot get involved."
Yu Fanghe is getting old.
Not to mention fighting for life and death in a martial arts competition, even teaching martial arts is quite strenuous. []
As the last two hopes of Xiantian Wuji Sect.
They can’t get into trouble.
At this time.
The White Tiger Hall Master is a vicious beggar.
The martial arts he displayed was the Dog Beating Stick Technique.
Because he was originally a descendant of the Beggars’ Sect.
He was to be severely punished for stealing the Dog Beating Stick Technique.
Not wanting to lose his martial arts, he killed the guarding disciples overnight and fled to join the Sun Moon Demon Sect.
Relying on the merits accumulated over the past decade, he became one of the four hall masters of the Sun Moon Demon Sect.
Although there are only fourteen of them, it is far from the complete thirty-six.
But the evil beggar has integrated the Demon Sect’s stick heritage.
The power is also extraordinary.
Dangdang.
It’s a pityThe evil beggar’s stick skills were still inferior to Miao Feng’s.
He was beaten back in a few moves.
At this time.
The wind and thunder sword of the master of the wind and thunder hall, the Vajra palm of the master of the Vajra hall, and the Tiangang sword of the Tiangang hall came together to strangle.
The four masters of the Demon Sect vaguely had a formation connection.
It was delayed for a while.
At least they were evenly matched.
"How dare you."
"How dare you kill our people in the Holy Sect."
One of them came with a roar.
The others didn’t arrive.
The fierce palm wind was whistling.
Bei Hai Shi!
His palm power was amazing.
It actually shook away the black iron stick that could easily break the wall.
At the same time, the force he spewed out even shook Miao Feng back several steps.
"Vajra Palm Power!"
Miao Feng was slightly sober.
When he found out that his opponent was not a monk, he became even more angry and shouted, "How come you also know Vajra Palm? Did you steal our Shaolin martial arts?"
Every time he shouted, a stick shadow came out.
It smashed the White Tiger Hall Master.
The Vajra Hall Master was beaten so hard that he bleed.
The Tiangang Hall Master and the Fenglei Hall Master retreated.
Only Bei Haishi managed to seize the weakness of Miao Feng’s exhaustion and repel him after a series of dodges.
"You go first."
"I’ll cover you."
Seeing this, Bei Haishi realized that he was no match for Miao Feng.
So he made a very straightforward decision.
Hatred or something.
It’s not too late to take revenge later.
As long as the green mountains are there, there will be no worries about firewood.
"Right Envoy!"
"Former Hall Master!"
The four hall masters were moved.
I have to say it.
Bei Haishi has established both prestige and morality.
He has made a fortune. .
