Fang Zheng opened his eyes from his deep sleep, feeling a little restless, frowned slightly, and sat up from the couch.

The abbot's room was quiet, but Fang Zheng felt for no reason that someone was in the yard. He felt a little nervous, took a breath, stood up, and walked out step by step.

The moonlight is like water, and under the light fog of the night, a bleak and old figure stands in the middle of the yard. The night breeze blows slightly through the monk's clothes, trembling slightly, giving a feeling of oldness.

"Uncle Master?"

Fang Zheng's heart was thrilled and he called out softly in surprise.

The teacher Zhuang Huan is the first in the former Damo Academy. Since more than 40 years ago, his martial arts have been practicing in the Damo Cave and rarely appeared. It is the confidence that Shaolin Temple is proud of the martial arts world. Even if it is over 100 years old, his health has always been excellent and he has never been so weak.

"Um"

Zhuang Huan turned around, his eyes were still bright on his thin face. Fang Zheng looked at it and put away his worries.

Seeing Zhuang Huan’s old attitude just now made Fang Zheng feel a little uneasy.

For more than forty years, Zhuang Huan has been in charge of Shaolin like a magic needle in the sea, making the Demon Sect dare not step beyond the line, and Wudang has followed the rules and always regarded Shaolin as the most respected.

But if Zhuang Huan leaves, such a situation will inevitably change, and it will definitely be greatly detrimental to the changes in Shaolin.

The old demon of the Demon Sect is two years older than his uncle. Although he has been showing up less and less, he has been alive. As long as he does not die for a day, Shaolin will not dare to tear his face with the Demon Sect for a day.

Ling Xiaozi of Wudang is eleven years younger than his uncle. Taoism is better at cultivating one's own character and is probably still a lot of time to live. As long as he is here, Shaolin must give him Wudang face.

The martial arts pattern can be said to be related to three people.

If any of them dies, the power they represent will definitely no longer be powerful and lose their transcendent position in dominating the world.

Now, it is the Demon Sect who is in an unfavorable situation, and Shaolin and Wudang are all waiting for the old Demon Sect to die.

But on the other hand, the Mesozoic generation of the three schools is also working hard to practice, hoping to advance to the Great Perfection as soon as possible and successfully take over the burden of the predecessors.

In this competition, Dongfang Bubai temporarily led the way, Fang Zheng was in the middle, and the rush to the Void was behind, which was the same as the age order of the seniors of the Three Sects.

Zhuang Huan sighed in his eyes and said softly: "Fang Zheng, Yue Buqun, the leader of Huashan, came just now."

"Yue Buqun!?"

Fang Zheng was stunned, "What are Yue Buqun doing in Shaolin?"

I instantly understood what Uncle Master said, and my face became extremely unfair, "Did Uncle Master fight him?"

Zhuang Huan nodded, looking a little envious, "He is only forty-six years old, only forty-six years old!"

Fang Zheng thought it was so incredible if Uncle Master was joking with him!

Yue Buqun, the leader of Huashan in his forties, has entered the realm of Great Perfection!

Yue Buqun, a chess piece that has always occupied a corner of the Fangzheng chessboard, jumped and became a chess player?

Fang Zheng took a deep breath and vomited it hard. Although it was unbelievable, he also knew that Uncle Master said it, and it must be like this, and it was impossible to be wrong!

The martial arts world is dominated by three parties and has become dominated by four parties.

This variable is much bigger.

Fang Zheng didn't dare to say anything and let his uncle eliminate such variables.

A master of Great Perfection will hardly be threatened by others. Even if he is in the Great Perfection realm, no one will be sure to win.

In the Great Perfection, there are almost no weaknesses. Who dares to win?

But it is really not too easy for a great master to kill ordinary elder disciples.

Fang Zheng was not sure that he could take over the three punches of his uncle, let alone others.

Fang Zheng fell into deep thoughts~~~~~~~~~~

Yue Buqun would not have any upright worries. After leaving Shaoshi Mountain, he went to Hubei leisurely.

From Zhuang Huan, he knew about the current Great Perfect Master of the Wushu world, so he naturally had to visit Ling Xiaozi of Wudang. As for the old demon who was in the wind in the Demon Sect, Yue Buqun was not interested.

Judging from the timeline of the original work, this old demon has been exhausted, otherwise the Demon Sect would not have changed three leaders in a row within two years. The power of the Demon Sect is no longer there, only one Xiang Wentian barely maintained, and completely lost the strength to compete with Shaolin Wudang.

For such a person, Yue Buqun is unwilling to get into trouble.

When a person is about to die, his heart is unpredictable.

If he sees you young and young, he feels jealous and suddenly can’t think of it. He raises up the little bit of effort and gives you a hard time. He can’t stop it and say something else, he doesn’t have to mess with this sexy person!

Therefore, Yue Buqun carefully informed Zhuang Huanzai about the residence address of the old demon leader of the Demon Cult and Wudang Ling Xiaozi, without any gratitude or resentment.

It is the most common thing to visit all the seniors and gain recognition from them.

You should know that this recognition means that you have the right to decide on martial arts affairs, that you have the right to become a chess player and have the qualification to plan the world.

Of course, is there an old senior who will suddenly go crazy? It is absolutely nothing to do with Zhuang Huan's business, and Zhuang Huan cannot interfere, right?

Yue Buqun walked and stopped and took two days to arrive at Wudang Mountain.

Wudang is no match for Mount Hua or Mount Song. It is a royal temple in the Ming court. It is highly respected by the Ming Dynasty and has been repeatedly rewarded. The Taoist palace is majestic and grand, with thousands of disciples and many worshipers. His luck is so great that he can travel far to Mount Hua.

Yue Buqun stood at the top of a peak, looked at the grand scene of Wudang for a while, and was slightly impressed. Compared with the magnificent Wudang, the buildings in Huashan felt a bit gray, and the number of disciples was far from each other.

However, outside these solemn and solemn Taoist palaces is the real strength of the Wudang Sect.

Yue Buqun slowly walked towards Yinxian Rock, and there were masters living in the mountains along the way to practice. The number was so large that it was no less than Shaoshi Mountain.

Yue Buqun walked straight, his feet were not covered with dust, and his feathers did not fall into the body. He entered the Hidden Immortal Rock, but no Wudang master discovered it.

There is a different cave in the Yinxian Rock, but if the master is not there, Yue Buqun is not able to break in directly, so he sits cross-legged at the entrance of the cave to adjust his breath.

Like Shaolin, although the air is fresh, the spiritual energy does not appear. Innately, it is already a big step behind Huashan.

However, Yue Buqun walked along the way and found that the wind and energy were stored here, and the mountain was extremely beautiful, so it naturally had the effect of storing energy. It was indeed not accidental that Wudang could grow and grow.

After waiting for more than an hour, footsteps came from the mountains. Yue Buqun opened his eyes and saw an old Taoist with white hair and rosy face. He was holding a bucket in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. His eyes widened, looking at Yue Buqun, as if he had seen something incredible.

Yue Buqun stood up and bowed, saying, "Huashan Yue Buqun, I have seen Taoist Master Ling Xiaozi."

Ling Xiaozi walked closer, his eyes were slightly surprised, and he was amazed.

"Yue Buqun, oh, you are the head of Huashan! I have heard of you, amazing, amazing!"

Yue Buqun said modestly: "You are polite to Taoist priest."

Ling Xiaozi put the bucket and fishing rod in his hand into the hole, and his expression seemed to be filled with memories.

"There is a young man named Feng Qingyang in your Huashan Mountain. I have seen him. He has good swordsmanship and is more extreme in nature. I thought he had a chance..."

Yue Buqun smiled and said, "Uncle Master cultivates his body and nature, and his cultivation will be perfect every day. The Taoist Master will see it in the future."

Ling Xiaozi refused to comment and asked curiously: "Have you ever met Zhuang Huan?"

Yue Buqun nodded and said, "I asked Master Zhuang Huan for advice on fists and palms two days ago. This time I came here, but I wanted to ask Master Taoist for advice on swordsmanship."

"Hey, young people always like to fight and kill..."

A sword energy slowly overflowed from Ling Xiaozi's body...
Chapter completed!