It was the Jinqian Gang that wiped out the entire Lin family.
Gu Santong, Cheng Shifei and Shangguan Xiaoxian are all in Beijing.
Yu Peiyu and Lu Xiaofeng came to Beijing for them.
Some things must be explained.
After all, it is a huge martial arts family.
It is also the family of Yu Peiyu’s wife.
"No plan."
Lu Xiaofeng answered on behalf of Yu Peiyu: "Gu Santong is missing, Cheng Shifei and Shangguan Xiaoxian retreated unexpectedly, and we have lost our target now."
Yu Peiyu nodded repeatedly.
Lu Xiaofeng’s words touched his heart.
"In that case, why not unite with our Shaolin?"
Old Zen Master Ruyi analyzed: "Nowadays, in the martial arts world, especially in the capital, there are all kinds of people, and murderous intentions are hidden. A single Grandmaster may not be qualified to protect himself."
After he finished speaking, he deliberately looked at Yu Peiyu.
As a Grandmaster of Kendo, Yu Peiyu has the most experience in this.
"Yes."
"I couldn’t ask for more."
Yu Peiyu nodded, and Lu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.
They didn’t know exactly what kind of martial arts Old Zen Master Ruyi had.
But such a great old senior can crush countless people even with his skills.
What’s more, the masters of the North and South Shaolin will soon gather in the capital to capture the murderer who killed Miaofeng.
Such a lineup.
It is enough to strangle the Sun and Moon Demon Sect.
Lu Xiaofeng took the opportunity to ask: "What plans does Shaolin have?"
"Jin Jiuling has sent us the information he has obtained."
"We already have a general idea in our minds."
Old Zen Master Ruyi said: "But the other party can easily kill the four hall masters of the Demon Sect and Miao Feng of our temple, so we suspect that the other party has the combat power of a great master, so we will have to rely on the sword of Mr. Yu at that time."
"It is my duty."
Yu Peiyu nodded.
Whether it is for the sake of Mr. Ruyi’s protection of the last bloodline of the Lin family.
Or the reputation of Shaolin for more than a thousand years.
They can’t refuse.
"Thank you for your help, both donors."
"This volume of the Six Gates…"
Then Old Zen Master Ruyi discussed with Yu Peiyu and Lu Xiaofeng.
Shaolin’s interference.
The situation in the capital, which had been calm for several days, became turbulent again.
But in Huashan.
That was a completely different scene.
Or rather…
A duel of the same level as the Huashan Sword Contest will be staged on Huashan Mountain again.
On the top of Huashan Mountain.
Under the lonely pine tree.
Gu Santong frowned.
He pondered for half an hour, but still could not break Yue Buqun’s chess game.
"Gu Santong."
"You lost again."
Yue Buqun was happy.
He had seen people who were defeated repeatedly, but he had never seen someone who was bad at chess and loved to play.
Gu Santong’s chess skillsHe was so-so, but he just refused to admit defeat.
I always felt that if I didn’t win Yue Buqun by a single move, I would feel unbalanced.
In the past half month.
He was constantly failing, constantly regretting the challenge, and being abused.
"Yes."
"I lost again."
Gu Santong’s eyes were hazy.
I only heard him ask, "How many games have I lost recently?"
"If not 100, at least 80."
Yue Buqun shrugged.
"I can’t keep losing."
Gu Santong murmured.
But as he spoke, his eyes gradually became clear.
Then he stood up and looked at the winter sun that was gradually setting in the distance. His aura began to change subtly, and a faint, pure golden light emanated from his body.
"Yue Buqun."
Gu Santong pondered for a moment and asked, "If I use all my strength now, how long can I live?"
"Very short."
"Not even a fraction of the original."
Yue Buqun realized something.
"But I am a tough guy and I don’t like to lose."
Gu Santong’s voice gradually became louder.
The voice seemed to come from the sky.
Like the sound of nature.
Like the sound of Sanskrit.
If it were any other occasion, it would be very strange.
But at this moment, it actually had a sacred taste.
"Hey…"
"Why are you still doing this?" (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
Yue Buqun moved the chessboard aside.
He knew that Gu Santong had made the final decision and would not hesitate any more.
"I can’t imagine myself living like a loser."
"That would be more painful than killing me."
Gu Santong pleaded, "Let me see some higher-level martial arts, whether it’s swordsmanship, finger techniques or palm techniques."
Yue Buqun didn’t answer.
He moved sideways to the edge of the cliff.
Go all out?
How is that possible?
Even when Duan Tianya and Ren Yingying joined forces, he couldn’t force him to use the strongest sword.
"Please help me!"
Gu Santong bowed respectfully.
Yue Buqun paused.
Wanted to refuse, but finally made a choice:
Suck! []
He sucked a dead branch.
"My Vajra Invincible Divine Art has been cultivated to the extreme."
"Other martial arts have also reached their limits."
An unprecedented light shone from Gu Santong’s body.
This is the golden light of Buddha.
Even when he was attacked by Ren Yingying, he had never reached such a peak.
"I don’t know what this realm is called."
"But I know that he is still in the category of a grandmaster, and he has not yet escaped the concept of being a human."
"Therefore, I classify him as the ninth level of martial arts…"
Yue BuAs Qun was talking, purple clouds surrounded him.
833 The wind was rising and the clouds were surging.
The heaven and earth were resonating.
The evening clouds on the horizon seemed to obey his call and kept gathering on his body.
Even condensed on the dead branches in his hands.
"I thought that a higher realm, oh, the ninth level of martial arts would be a Dharma image."
"And I have touched this realm."
As soon as the words fell, golden light exploded.
The Vajra Invincible Divine Art evolved to the extreme, and the sacred golden light gathered into a Dharma image like a Buddha.
It was consistent with Gu Santong’s body.
It seemed to be a part of Gu Santong’s body.
"I didn’t expect you to get a blessing in disguise and touch this realm."
Yue Buqun was a little surprised.
He never doubted Gu Santong’s talent.
I even felt that Gu Santong had to wait until the end of his life, until he had experienced life and death, before he had such an understanding.
It was already too late.
"The Dharma can be said to be one of the mysteries of the ninth level."
"But not all."
Yue Buqun’s eyes changed.
The evening glow around him seemed to be ignited and actually burned.
Such a scene is like the descent of the God of Fire.
Compared with the Kunlun Flame Palm that has been cultivated to the extreme, it is simply a firefly in front of the bright moon.
"This…"
"Pure Yang Fire?"
Gu Santong had some guesses in his mind.
"Wrong…"
