From the world of martial arts

Chapter 48

"Haha! Not bad" "Senior brother Ning, your requirements are too high, and it is already very good to lose some of Shaolin's strength."

Zuo Zhen has been suppressed by Shaolin all these years, so naturally he doesn't have any good impression of Shaolin.

This time, the Demon Cult suddenly attacked Shaolin, and he was the happiest. When Shaolin's power was revealed back then, his inner pressure was even greater.

"Yeah!" Ning Qingyu just nodded when he heard the words, the strength shown by Shaolin really put him under pressure, who knows if there are any masters in Shaolin.

If it wasn't for the attack of the demon sect this time, they originally thought that there were only three top fighters in Shaolin.

Shaolin's Arhat formation is also quite eye-catching. If it weren't for the impact of the devil's sect's believers regardless of their lives, I'm afraid it really wouldn't be able to bring much harm to Shaolin.

"After such a battle, Shaolin will definitely call on the righteous ways of the world to fight against the Demon Cult together."

Ning Qingyu said with a sneer.

"Calling, why, when we were fighting the Demon Cult, Shaolin Wudang has been watching coldly, this time we will not do it"

Whether it is the disciples of Huashan School or Songshan School, they are very dissatisfied with Shaolin. After all, what they did before is too ugly.

In the two battles between good and evil, Shaolin just watched with cold eyes, and they talked about their support, but in fact, they didn't have it at all.

"Well! Support! Of course we have to support, but my juniors have gone to the south to communicate with the seniors of the Hengshan School a few days ago, and it will take a while to come back."

As the head of a faction, Zuo Zhen naturally wouldn't be like those elders and disciples under his sect, but sneered.

"It seems that Junior Brother Zuo has an idea."

Seeing this, Ning Qingyu understood Zuo Zhen's plan.

"That's fine, when the time comes, you and I will go there in person, and the others will be fine."

That's what Ning Qingyu planned. Of course, they still have to go there in person. The Songshan faction is right next to them. If they don't go out alone, their reputation in the world is not good.

Moreover, both of them are extremely masters, and they are not afraid of the Devil's Cult. Even if they lose, they can retreat quickly.

And he believed that as long as Dugu Sheng was a smart person, he would not attack them.

"Haha! Just follow what Senior Brother Ning wants"

In this way, they can watch the show in an upright manner. As for Shaolin wanting them to contribute at that time, the big deal is just fishing.

Could it be that Shaolin still threatens them? Shaolin's strength is indeed very strong, but the Five Sacred Mountains United is not inferior to Shaolin.

"Report!"

"Master, Monk Fangzheng from Shaolin is asking to see you"

At this moment, a report from a disciple came from outside.

"Haha! Sure enough, what did you say?"

"Shaolin is calling for help." Zuo Zhen's face was full of sarcasm.

"Junior Brother Zuo, then we will withdraw one after another and follow the previous plan."

Obviously to support, why not check Shaolin's real strength.

"Brother Ning, don't worry."

Zuo Zhen nodded, then greeted him, and at the same time asked the elders in the gate to follow Ning Qingyu and the others to the back mountain.

In the middle of the night, at the gate of Shaoshi Mountain, several figures shuttled back and forth, and soon came to the gate of Shaolin Mountain. Looking at the gate with blood stains below, Dugu Sheng's expression was extremely gloomy.

Shaolin's strength was beyond his expectations. He never expected that he had used [-]% of the power of the Sun Moon God Sect, and he didn't take much advantage of this battle.

A few first-class fighters also died, especially the two deputy hall masters of the Qinglong Hall, who were the new generation of elites in the church.

As for ordinary congregants, there were hundreds of casualties.

The power of Shaolin is really extraordinary.

But no matter how powerful Shaolin is, this time, he must get the innate inheritance. He has already felt that if he can't break through the functions of his body, he will never be able to break through again. Instead, his strength will gradually decline due to physical reasons.

Once the strength declines, what does it mean? He is very clear about how fierce the competition within the Devil's Cult is.

Back then, he stepped on countless corpses step by step. It can be said that he walked up to the position of leader of the Demon Cult from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Once the leader of the lion group grows old, what awaits him is death. The young male lion challenges and kills him.

He doesn't want to become such a person himself, so he needs a breakthrough. Only if he breaks through to innate, then at least he can be at the peak.

That Mitutoyo real man in Wudang back then was a hundred years old, and he was still the number one master in martial arts. Even 20 years later, he could still intimidate Ming Dynasty, forcing the Taizu to confer Wudang.

He wanted to be the second person, so this trip to Shaolin had to be a success.

During the daytime battle, although the three old bald donkeys of his own generation stopped him, he could feel that the three old bald donkeys were actually very old.

If it wasn't for the concern that the other party would drag him down with death, he would have wanted to kill one of them long ago.

The arrival of Dugu Sheng and the others naturally touched the monk guarding the Shaolin gate.

"who?"

The monk snapped.

"Noisy!"

Dugu Sheng slapped in the air with one hand, and a violent energy gushed out.

With a puff, the monk was instantly sent flying, vomiting blood clots with internal organs in the air, and died completely after reaching the end.

"hiss!"

The monk next to him suddenly fought with each other, looking at Dugu Sheng in the shadows, his face full of fear.

"Go in and let your abbot come out"

"Tell him, I'm only waiting for him for half a cup of tea, if you don't come, I'll attack you"

After listening to Dugu Sheng's answer, several monks ran to the depths of the mountain gate.

After a while, chaotic steps came.

"Amitabha! Lord Dugu came to visit late at night, what is the purpose?"

Seeing Dugu Sheng, Dingzhen's eyes projected a murderous intent in the depths of his eyes. In the two days of fighting, Shaolin had no clear casualties. Not to mention those lay disciples who were seriously injured, there were hundreds of Shaolin inner disciples alone. bit.

Six or seven of the first-class monks died, which is already quite serious, and Shaolin has not suffered such a loss in 20 years.

And all of this was caused by the man in front of him, as the abbot of Shaolin, how could he not hate him.

"Monk Dingzhen, don't you know the purpose of my visit? I'm still pretending to be here. I said a few days ago that as long as you give me an innate inheritance, then I will leave now."

"But monks, you are very confident. I will ask you again tonight. I wonder if Monk Dingzhen still has the self-confidence before?"

Dugu Sheng sneered, this bald donkey really doesn't give up when he sees the Yellow River.

"you"

Dingzhen suppressed the anger in his heart, the other party was so arrogant.

"Hmph! Monk, don't talk nonsense. Do you want to hand over what I want? If you don't, it's fine. I'll leave right now."

"At that time, I will lead someone to fight until you hand it over from Shaolin"

Dugu Sheng's threat made Dingzhen's expression extremely ugly, and his originally benevolent face became gloomy and ugly like a demon at this moment.

(End of this chapter)