The rain in southern Xinjiang is coming and going quickly. It was raining heavily just now, and now it is clear and sunny again. Chu Xunyu and his group are walking in a valley. Beishui looked at the terrain and said, "After walking through this valley for another four days, you will probably be able to get out of the mountain."

"That's good." Mu Yuan raised her foot and found that the soles of her shoes were covered with mud, and she couldn't help but complain, "Who knew that the weather would be sunny and rainy this time. I'll go out and find a place to buy a pair of shoes to change, and it's better to take a shower. Who knows that walking is so tiring."

"I guess you can't buy shoes anymore." Chu Xunyu smiled helplessly, "Who told you to fly every day? The foot strength is lacking exercise. After you go out, you should be a big village. It is similar to the ones that are the same as those of our Han people, the Mingdu Yingtian. The closer we get to the center, the more prosperous it is. The Baizhong Education School General Hall is not far from the main hall. The Zuo Master must be as numerous as a cow, with a dense population and a prosperous village, but we cannot go in to avoid causing trouble."

"Okay." Mu Yuan spread his hands helplessly, "I had to find a river to wash and dry it."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xunyu's face suddenly changed, and an instinctive crisis surged into his heart. He turned around and shot three sword energy in a row at his left hand behind him. "Bang, bang, bang" three muffled sounds. The three sword energy had not yet flew ten feet away as if they had hit something and exploded out of thin air. Chu Xunyu did not hesitate and slashed his sword on the ground with his chest. With a "bang", the smoke disappeared, and there was nothing around. It was just a trace of the remnant sword slashing the way out on the soil.

"Who?" Mu Yuan was shocked and looked around, but there was a quiet place around him and no one appeared.

Everyone was extremely shocked. Unexpectedly, before everyone arrived, they released such a terrifying aura. They called him from such a distance. Looking back at Beishui, he sat on the ground with horror on his face and said in despair: "It turned out to be him... it was him..."

Chu Xunyu's heart was shocked, and he suddenly realized that Beishui, a famous figure in the Baizhong Sect, told everyone in the story that this attack was not a cultivator at all, and Chu Xunyu was very familiar with it. This is the momentum of a martial artist. Like his own sword energy, there is only one person in the southern Xinjiang who can do this. Wangchen shouted to Beishui, "Hide it, don't show up no matter what you have."

Beishui stumbled into the deep forest without mentioning it. Chu Xunyu turned around and said to the two: "The people coming are extraordinary. We should not take it lightly. We can hide it and launch a sneak attack..."

"No need." Wangchen had the highest cultivation level, and had already felt it. He pointed seriously at a mountain not far away. A golden figure appeared on a mountain not far away.

"The little monk 'Obo Damoda' came to the scene." The next moment, this sentence was clearly imprinted in the ears of the three people. The man had already reached a distance. This was the first golden spear in southern Xinjiang. The people in the martial arts world praised him, "Three golden spears over the heroes, and they were full of iron courage to drink thousands of troops." The Venerable Damoda had a god who was unstoppable to thousands of troops.

The three of them looked at it carefully. They were so famous, with a dignified appearance, with ears hanging down like light, wide forehead, wearing thick clothes and cloth shoes, they were dressed in a simple manner, but they could not hide the Buddha's light all over their bodies. They were three two golden hook guns on their backs. The speed of the sudden arrival in front of the three was amazing. The place where they stood did not shake even a leaf at their feet, as if it appeared out of thin air. Chu Xunyu knew that the power of this person's god was indeed amazing, and it was so obvious that he was as restrained as the wind. This fight... was really hard to fight.

However, Mu Yuan looked disappointed and said unhappy: "This is the first time we have met Master Chuan. Why are you? I am also planning to use my Buddha Light skills to overwhelm the heroes and show them."

"Haha." Venerable Damoda spoke in a very soft voice, "Why is the idea so superficial? You were discovered by my sect at the beginning of your visit to southern Xinjiang. How could you find fellow Buddhists and Taoists send sects who are proficient in clay arts? Isn't it just a slashing stone with eggs? Is my sect so smart that I naturally know what means to use to control it."

Wangchen took a step forward and took the initiative to bow to him. This person's cultivation is comparable to his own. After receiving this gift, he said word by word: "It is helpless for us to come to southern Xinjiang. Some private matters are not to be detrimental to your education. Please give me a side to the Internet and do some convenience." Wangchen is a scholar after all, and he puts etiquette first in everything. I hope he will not use any tricks to solve this matter.

Venerable Damoda quickly replied with a bow and asked, "Brother, he is so imposing and has extraordinary background. I haven't asked for advice yet..."

"Tianji Pavilion, Forget the Chen."

"It's rude, it's rude." Venerable Damoda was polite, "The little monk admired the prosperity of the Central Plains for a long time. Tianji Pavilion is a group of people, and is elegant. Today, I can see my best style and comfort my whole life."

After saying that, he turned around and asked Mu Yuan again: "Where is the junior brother?"

"Amitabha, Mu Yuan, the nameless monk in the Heavenly Realm Temple, how can you be with me?" Mu Yuan took the initiative to bow.

Master Bodhidharma owed his body slightly and replied with a smile: "Everything is fine, I'm sorry for you. I'm asking you about your name, which is one of the eight masters of the Central Plains. It's a blessing for me to educate people in the same school in Tianjie Temple."

"Lan Cultivator, Chu Xunyu." Chu Xunyu tried the power of the sword, and resisted it carelessly on his shoulders. Without waiting for him to ask, he took the initiative to report to his house. Chu Xunyu has been through the world for a long time and knows that he is sad today. He doesn't want to talk too much, but just wants to finish the fight before the miasma hits.

Master Bodhidharma nodded and replied to Wangchen as he said: "Your and his group are all famous sects. It is really easy to find them all the way. Logically speaking, I should not blame me. However, there have been rules in the world. When entering my southern Xinjiang, I must accept my teachings. We have the right to deal with those who enter southern Xinjiang. Seeing that the masters of your sects leave, I will choose some of my southern *** as a plea to give them as a gift. I will not lose my etiquette."

"What if we don't leave?" Chu Xunyu was already impatient. Fortunately, there was no master flying by in the sky, otherwise it would be even more troublesome if there were too many people, so he had to seize the time to take action.

"Then please forgive the arrogance of the young monk and personally send the three away." Venerable Damoda replied with a smile.

"I can't find it." Chu Xunyu's eyes sank into murderous aura, and the ghost step of Chu Ri had already rushed over.

With a "bang", Master Damoda did not move. A golden hook and a gun with a chain gun flew out on his own. He stopped Chu Xunyu halfway. When the two sides collided, Chu Xunyu felt that the man was so powerful that he could not hold his body. He had to retreat and compete with him for losing.

"Oh?" Master Damoda praised him very much. He didn't care much about Chu Xunyu, a casual cultivator, but his eyes were a little different at this time. "I often hear people say that traditional Chinese martial arts practitioners are very good at it, and it is indeed true, especially your strange steps just now, which really opened the eyes of the little monk."

Wangchen and Muyuan were about to get up, but Chu Xunyu stopped him because he knew that Muyuan went up to die. Although Wangchen had the same cultivation level, his methods were not good. This person was obviously a martial artist's routine, but he was a Buddhist Vajra Method. He looked like a donkey but not a horse, so he should not be underestimated. Fortunately, the three of them had a tacit understanding along the way. Chu Xunyu used a color, and the two understood it. Only by cooperating with each other could they retreat. Chu Xunyu stepped on the sun-chasing ghost step again, and a sword wind thrust out, intending to force the enemy to use his true skills.

Sure enough, Master Damoda was shocked. In his metal pupils, he saw countless deadly sharp blades blowing like the wind, but his body did not move at all. Three golden hook guns were coming out, and the sound of "ding ding bulge" was endless, as if the pearls fell from the jade plate were crisp and beautiful. Before the sword wind blew, it activated the golden spear to block all the sword wind with lightning speed. Chu Xunyu was forced back to the place for the second time. This person's name was as good as the name of the god. Seeing that his moves not only did not retreat, but instead blocked this move faster, I have never seen anyone do this. It seems that Lazhang praised him as "the first wind in the southern border" and was not a lie. This kind of wind-chasing god who had been chasing thousands of miles was indeed a rare enemy in his divine distraction period. If his cultivation level is successful in the future, those who become great supernatural powers will inevitably traverse all over the world and are extremely difficult to restrain.
Chapter completed!