On the edge of Songshan Mountain.
A small county town.
Xiang Wentian sat in meditation to regulate his breathing.
The incredibly powerful true qi completely digested the three rare internal healing elixirs in just a hundred breaths.
Finally, he exhaled a breath with blood.
Xiang Wentian’s face regained some redness.
"The elixirs of Huashan are indeed well-deserved."
"It’s a pity that the Holy Church’s reserves are running low."
Xiang Wentian’s face was full of regret.
This means that he can’t get hurt easily next time.
Otherwise, don’t even think about going to Huashan.
Even on the open road.
"Master."
"Why don’t I invite Ping Yizhi here."
[Vajra Iron Palm] Elder Xue asked for instructions.
Back then, he was just the incense master.
Learned the reference of the Vajra Palm from the left and right elders.
His left palm was pierced in the duel with the righteous way.
But in the past twenty years.
He was loyal to the Sun Moon Demon Sect, accumulated qualifications, and created merits.
He became one of the most powerful elders in the Sun Moon Demon Sect.
"No need, Wu."
Xiang Wentian shook his head and said, "I don’t have much time. Running around is just a waste of time."
Xiang Wentian slowly stood up, flexed his muscles a few times, and said, "Besides, I am almost recovered now. At least it is too easy to deal with a mere Fang Zheng."
"The leader is mighty."
Xue Wuwang admired him sincerely.
He witnessed the roller coaster-like changes of the Sun Moon Demon Sect from being strong to flourishing, then declining, flourishing again, to almost being destroyed, and finally recovering its vitality.
So he sincerely admired the leader of the revival who turned the tide in front of him.
Now even if Dongfang Bubai returned and Ren Woxing was reborn.
He would not change his loyalty to Xiang Wentian.
"I am no longer the leader."
"Yingying is the leader of our Holy Church."
Xiang Wentian patted Xue Wuwang on the shoulder.
"In Xue’s eyes."
"The leader will always be you, Xiang Wentian."
Xue Wuwang made a decisive statement.
Xiang Wentian, who had come to the door, paused before he opened the door and asked: "Wuwang, you don’t accept Yingying?"
"I agree, but I won’t accept it."
"But as long as it’s your order, I will still execute it."
Xue Wuwang replied bluntly: "Master, you know me well. I am not good at hiding my emotions."
"No wonder you didn’t let your only son join the Holy Church, but went to Jiangnan to establish the Xue family."
Xiang Wentian suddenly realized.
Xue Wuwang explained decisively: "Master, I didn’t betray the Holy Church. Everything I have is given by the Holy Church, so I will work hard for the Holy Church until my death."
Xue Wuwang is familiar with Xiang Wentian’s character.
If it were someone else.
I’m afraid he would be sweating profusely now.
Because Xiang Wentian had just purged and cracked down on some ambitious people in the Holy Church two months ago.
"Don’t be nervous."
"I don’t mean to blame you."
Xiang Wentian obviously knew the inside story and said, "Your son used the intelligence of the Holy Church to destroy several underworld gangs and evil families that attacked Black Wood Cliff. He used their accumulation as the resources to establish the current Jiangnan Xue Family."
Xue Wuwang was nervous.
He didn’t expect that Xiang Wentian was also concerned about such a secret operation.
Fortunately.
Everything he did was for the greater good.
And the family also successfully stood on the side of the righteous path.
"Go back to Blackwood Cliff."
"Assist Yingying well."
Xiang Wentian said, "To establish a family in the right way, you must either have enough territory or a craft that has been passed down for a hundred years. When you go back, you have to work hard on your craft, and you may get unexpected rewards."
"Thank you for your reminder, Master."
Xue Wuwang suddenly realized and thanked him with a happy heart.
When he looked up, Xiang Wentian had disappeared.
Interestingly.
Xiang Wentian didn’t know about this kind reminder today.
Indirectly made Madam Xue the God Needle.
Created the God Needle Xue family in [Lu Xiaofeng Era].
And cultivated Xue Bing, Lu Xiaofeng’s favorite confidante.
Within two days.
Under the Shaolin Temple in Songshan.
Lin Zhongxiong carried a huge box on his back and took a child of about ten years old up the mountain.
This time it was a private escort.
The treasure that Wan Sanqian entrusted to Lin Zhongxiong to escort personally.
It must be handed over to the abbot of the Northern Shaolin Temple, Miaodi, or to the two masters Fangzheng and Fangsheng.
As for the child, he is Ding Xiaojia.
Ding Chengfeng’s third child. (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
Lu Xiaojia in the original novel disappeared.
Ding Xiaojia was not abandoned by the Ding family in this life because of the defects of the eunuch and the sins of Ding Baiyun.
He still had the last name Ding.
The black swordsman who loved to eat peanuts and had been secretly watching the Ding family disappeared.
In his place was Lin Zhongxiong’s beloved disciple who was forced to accept him but liked him more and more.
"Master, is this the Northern Shaolin?"
"How…"
Ding Xiaojia hesitated and dared not continue.
Lin Zhongxiong asked with a smile: "Is it not as majestic as imagined?"
Ding Xiaojia nodded.
"After all, this is a building from more than a thousand years ago."
"The architectural style at that time was nowhere near as magnificent and grand as it is now."
Lin Zhongxiong smiled.
Walked up the stairs.
The Shaolin monk led the way. []
Just at this moment.
A harsh noise arose.
Then the monk’s face changed drastically, and he immediately used his Qinggong skills to rush towards the back mountain.Go.
"Master?"
Faced with this sudden change, Ding Xiaojia just asked.
Lin Zhongxiong picked him up.
Then he flew to the place where the crowd gathered at a ghostly speed.
When he arrived at the scene of the incident.
Lin Zhongxiong took a breath of cold air.
Xiang Wentian.
This demon sect leader actually dared to trespass into the hinterland of the top sect of the righteous way.
At this time, Master Fangzheng, whose eyebrows turned white.
Facing this great master of the demon way.
"Fangzheng."
"Are you so cowardly that you dare not even accept the righteous (Qian Li) style duel now?"
Xiang Wentian laughed and said, "If I had known this, I would have announced it widely and I wouldn’t have had to go to such great lengths to come here and get bored."
Before coming.
He has challenged Master Fangzheng semi-publicly through channels.
But Master Fangzheng thought it was nonsense and simply ignored it.
I didn’t expect Xiang Wentian to come to kill him today.
"Devil, don’t be arrogant."
"Xiang Wentian, you have no way to go up to heaven and no way to go down to earth today."
"Master Fangzheng, don’t pay attention to this big devil. We have set up the 108 Arhats formation. He can’t escape even if he has wings."
…
The masters of the Miao generation shouted one after another.
The mood was very high.
Perhaps they felt that this was a great achievement delivered to their door.
"Fangzheng, Fangzheng."
"For the thousand-year reputation of your Shaolin, go to fight."
"Don’t say that I am bullying you because of your old age. If you can take my ten palms, I will spare your life…"
