Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 114 One move of golden wheel
"The Dharma King of the Kingdom of Jin, right? Come here to receive death!"

Hearing these plain and murderous words.

The heroes were shocked and secretly thought that Yang Shaoxia's master was so domineering!
Just wanting to defeat Jinlun with one move is probably a bit too much, right?

Facing Duan Yu's gaze, Jinlun Dharma King's heart suddenly trembled, and he did not dare to be careless.

If his disciple Yang Guo is so difficult to deal with, it is not easy for him as a master.

"The poor monk has always heard that there are Eastern Evils, Western Poisons, Southern Emperors and Northern Beggars in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. Five masters of supernatural powers. I wonder who you are?"

"I am none of the five people you mentioned." Duan Yu's voice was unhurried and calm.

Jin Lun Dharma King felt a little at ease.

If it is not one of the five uniques, then it is not a big problem.

No matter how strong this person is, he can only be [-] or [-] equal to me within a hundred moves.

I will fight him with thirty or fifty moves first, and then try to escape.

Overall, the advantage is mine!
Thinking of this, Jinlun Dharma King smiled: "You can teach such an outstanding disciple, I admire you very much. If you insist on taking action, I can only stay with you to the end!"

"You are boastful, I wonder if you can take my trick?"

Duan Yu chuckled, his voice was soft and pleasant, like a spring breeze.

"Your Majesty is so arrogant that a poor monk has never seen you before!"

Jin Lun Dharma King sneered, already building up his anger, just waiting for the decisive blow.

Suddenly thought of something, Duan Yu casually asked: "Jinlun, do you know the Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi?"

Jin Lun Dharma King was startled and replied: "That is one of my Tantric masters! How do you know about Maha Lun Ming King?"

Jiumozhi came from the Dalun Monastery of the Nyingma sect.

Jinlun Dharma King comes from the Vajra Gate.

The two belong to the same tantric sect, but have different branches and are three generations apart.

Back in Tibet, Jiumozhi practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu so hard that he went mad and was rescued by Duan Yu. Since then, he has achieved enlightenment and become a holy monk of the Tantric sect.

Whether it is martial arts, Buddhism, or pretentious skills, King Jinlun is far inferior to Maharaja Jiumozhi.

"Since we are old friends, let me spare your life and only destroy your martial arts."

After all, Duan Yu pointed out.

The King of the Golden Wheel had already gathered all his energy, and seeing him make a move, he hurriedly held the golden wheel in front of him to defend.

The sword energy is invisible and silent, but a sharp and domineering energy wave can be felt.

"Keng!"

The harsh sound of striking gold and iron suddenly sounded.

Jin Lun Dharma King was struck by lightning or hit by a mountain. He was thrown down seven to eight feet and hit the wall hard.

The wall was opened, and the bricks and stones were scattered, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

The heroes were stunned, and suddenly the silence in Lujiazhuang was terrifying.

I saw the golden wheel turning slowly, making clear and orderly sounds.

It wasn't until it stopped that everyone could see clearly.

There is a hole as thick as a thumb on top of that thick golden wheel!
It was like being pierced by a finger.

"What broken golden wheel is not much stronger than the shields of the You Clan's two heroes."

Duan Yu muttered, feeling bored.

"Cleaving gold with one finger in the air, there is such a magical skill in the world!"

Guo Jing's eyes were bright and he couldn't help but feel greatly moved.

Huang Rong also had a solemn look on her face. Her father, Yaoshi Dongxie Huang, was unique in the martial arts world because he could kill people through the air with a snap of his fingers.

Such comparison pales in comparison.

"Master!"

Dalba was the first to react, and regardless of his own injuries, he rushed forward to rescue Jinlun Dharma King.

Huo Dou hesitated for a moment and saw his master lying there, not knowing whether to live or die. He quickly jumped onto the wall and prepared to run away.

"Who allowed you to go?"

Duan Yu raised his right hand slightly and fired out with his finger power.

"puff!"

Mongolian prince Huodu's brains were boiling over on the spot, and his heavenly spirit cap flew up, without leaving a single last word.

With a distance of more than ten feet, Huo Du was killed with such a slight click?
All the heroes were shocked!

What concept?
It's equivalent to hitting the opponent's head from 50 meters away!
"Is this the finger power of Yiyang Finger?"

Wu Santong's eyes widened with an exaggerated expression.

"Not a Yangzhi!"

Zhu Ziliu said: "You can't shoot this far with one Yang finger!"

His master Yideng master has an effective killing range of more than one foot with one yang finger.

If it exceeds one foot, the power is greatly reduced, and it is impossible to knock away the human, heavenly and spiritual caps!
Even Master Yideng, who has practiced Yiyang Finger to the pinnacle, can't do it. It is impossible for this person to use Yiyang Finger!

But Zhu Ziliu didn't know the specific martial arts he used.

Suddenly, he thought about it and became extremely frightened.

Something that even Master Nandi Yideng could not do.

However, this person, from a distance of more than ten feet, pointed out that the murderer was invisible!
How did he do this?
Hearing what they said, Duan Yu frowned slightly.

He used the Six Meridians Divine Sword to torture King Jinlun, but he used Yiyang Finger to kill Huo Du, just to show these idiots.

Unexpectedly, they didn’t believe it?
Is more than ten feet far away?

It's just a bit casual, not serious.

At this time, Duan Yu, if he used the Six Meridian Divine Sword to strike with all his strength, the range would be no worse than that of a sniper rifle.

Although Zhu Ziliu and Wu Santong came from the Duan family in Dali.

But I have never seen the Six Meridians Divine Sword at all.

Since Duan Yu, no one has mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword. People only know that the Duan family of Dali has one yang finger.

Zhu Ziliu and Wu Santong both know one yang finger, but their level is average.

"Ah! My Dantian!"

Only a scream was heard, and Jinlun Fawang had been dragged out by Daerba to wake him up.

"My martial arts!"

"My inner strength!"

Jin Lun Dharma King's face turned pale, his eyes widened, and he yelled crazily.

His body was pierced, his Dantian was destroyed, and his martial arts skills were all lost.

He looked at Duan Yu, his expression changed from despair to fear, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his body trembled.

The sound of the final blow echoed in Jinlun Dharma King's mind.

At that moment, he felt despair and fear.

His heartbeat accelerated, his breathing became rapid, and he felt like his heart was about to beat out.

He once traveled across the Western Region and Mobei and defeated countless opponents.

But now, he was defeated by a very young man with one move, and his martial arts skills were also disabled!

At this time, Jinlun Dharma King realized that the last words of the Patriarch were good words of gold and jade.

"In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Don't mess with them!"

These were the last words of his tantric ancestor.

However, it was too late!

If you lose your martial arts, you will also lose all dignity and glory.

Duan Yu looked at him with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Jinlun, go back and send a message to your master, if there are Mongolian warriors entering the Central Plains again, don't blame Duan for being ruthless and taking his head!"

This was said very plainly.But to others, it is extremely arrogant!
The eyes of the heroes were full of disbelief.

Who is the Great Khan of Mongolia?
How can you kill just by saying you want to kill?

Over the years, I don’t know how many martial arts masters want to imitate Emperor Duan Xian a hundred years ago, assassinate the king, kill the driver, and protect the family and the country.

The result is never to return.

Some were even hung on high poles by the Mongols to show off to others as a warning.

"Please remember, little monk, that I will convey it to the Great Khan on behalf of my seniors."

After speaking, he patted his apprentice Dalba on the shoulder and said something in Mongolian.

Dalba understood, knocked hard at Duan Yu, and left quickly with King Jinlun.

"I just said that my master can defeat that Broken Golden Wheel with one move. Please answer my letter now!"

Yang Guo shouted excitedly on the stage.

"My master is number one in the world, does anyone else object?!"

The heroes were silent, obviously shocked by Duan Yu's hand.

No matter what martial arts he does.

With just one simple finger, he actually penetrated the golden wheel and disabled the martial arts of Jinlun Dharma King.

It is beyond the reach of most people.

Even the five unique skills can't be done!

Then there was a lot of discussion among the heroes.

Let’s start talking about Yang Shaoxia’s master. Why does he have such magical powers?
Who is he?

Why has it always been unknown and unknown, and then suddenly appeared in the sky and was so dazzling?
How did he develop such magical powers?
Who is his master?

And so on.

"Guo'er, is this your master?"

Guo Jing stepped forward and saluted Duan Yu with clasped fists.

Yang Guo said to him with excitement on his face: "Uncle Guo, this is my mentor!"

"Guo Daxia, I have long admired you." Duan Yu nodded slightly.

Guo Jing said hurriedly: "I am ashamed to be called a hero, so please invite the people in the hall to speak!"

Everyone entered the hall.

Originally, a banquet was being held in the main hall of Lujiazhuang to entertain the heroes, but before the food was served, Jinlun Dharma King and his companions arrived.

At this time, everyone sat down to eat again.

Duan Yu was placed at the VIP table, sitting with Guo Jing, Huang Rong and several others from the Quanzhen Sect.

When Hao Datong, Sun Buer and other Quanzhen Sect elites met Duan Yu, they were all extremely reserved, as if students were meeting the dean.

During the dinner, Guo Jing asked Duan Yugao his name.

Duan Yu said his pseudonym: Duan Lang.

The Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon is a unique skill that is not passed down by the Beggar Clan. Huang Rong couldn't wait to ask about his master: "Duan Lang."

As soon as I yelled out, I felt weird.

She was extremely smart and understood instantly, her face couldn't help but blush a little.

She and Guo Jing had never called each other "Guo Lang" even though they had known each other for so many years.
For the first time, I actually gave it to him.
Guo Jing didn't know why his wife suddenly called people by their first names. It was really disrespectful.

When he wanted to speak, he saw Huang Rong lowering her head and her face turned red. She couldn't help but worry: "Rong'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Just call me Young Master Duan." Duan Yu said hurriedly, speaking out to save the situation.

Huang Rong was worthy of being a gang leader. She quickly adjusted her mentality and changed the topic: "Master Duan, I'm sorry to be so presumptuous, but I don't know who your respected master is?"

There was a bit of a smile on her smooth and jade-like face, but also a bit of eagerness.

If Guo'er's master could only master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

That must be Qi Gong's disciple.

But he will also have Yideng master's Yiyang finger.

His surname was Duan, which made Huang Rong a little confused.

Facing the curious faces of the heroes, Duan Yu smiled and said: "To be honest with you, Duan studied under Immortal Emperor Duan of Dali."

"What! Emperor Duan?"

Zhu Ziliu stood up on the spot and cried out.

"He is actually a disciple of Emperor Duan Immortal!"

Immediately, the hall was buzzing with people talking.

There are many rumors about Emperor Duan Immortal.

Everyone in the world has heard about it.

That is a real immortal!

At the Shaoshi Mountain Martial Arts Conference, he overpowered the heroes, flew into the sky and escaped from the earth, and unleashed a hundred-foot-long sword energy with one sword!

Every sect has its own legend about Emperor Duan.

For all the sects and sects witnessed it, and it was recorded.

Some people call him the "Southern Emperor", some call him the "Sword Immortal", and some call him the "Tianlong Sword Immortal".

Just because the fairy sword he was equipped with was named "Tianlong", he once shouted "Tianlong, the sword is coming!"

In recent decades, the world has unanimously called him "Duan Immortal Emperor!"

Duan Xiandi was the No.11 leader of the Beggar Gang, so he naturally knows how to subdue the dragon with eighteen palms.

It is said that his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms once produced a real dragon!
This also explains why Mr. Duan has the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and One Yang Finger.

"Duan Immortal Emperor was a figure from a hundred years ago. This Young Master Duan looks young, how could he be his disciple?"

Someone questioned.

At that moment, someone came out to retort: ​​"Brother, what are you thinking? Duan Xiandi is an immortal, he can live forever, how big is it to live for hundreds of years?"

"Yes, yes."

The speaker does not intend, the listener intends.

A thought suddenly came to everyone's mind: that Immortal Emperor Duan is still there!
"I wonder where Emperor Duan is now?"

Everyone asked about Duan Yu's whereabouts, especially Wu Santong and the others, who were particularly excited.

"Duan doesn't know where his master is. He may have traveled around the world or is in retreat."

"As you all know, a person with the master's level of cultivation will spend dozens of years in seclusion. It was by chance that Duan was accepted as a closed disciple by his old man."

Duan Yu said seriously, with a look of reminiscence on his face: "In the past, Duan was lucky enough to meet Duan Immortal Emperor. He was handsome and unrestrained, with jade trees in the wind, elegant demeanor, and both wise and brave."

"As expected of Emperor Duan!"

Everyone seemed to be touched, and a perfect sword-wielding immortal appeared in their minds, arrogant in the world!

After a while of sighing.

Zhu Ziliu asked tentatively: "I dare to ask Mr. Duan, are you a descendant of the Duan family in Dali?"

Duan Yu shook his head: "Duan's name was given by Emperor Duan Immortal."

Everyone suddenly realized that Immortal Emperor Duan must have picked up orphans and adopted them as disciples to name them. This kind of thing is very common in Jianghu.

They suddenly thought of another thing:

In this case, isn't this Mr. Duan one generation higher than Master Yideng?
Wu Jue is of the same generation, so the five Jue are all juniors of this Mr. Duan? !
So what should we call him?
Guo Jing stepped forward, bowed and saluted: "Senior Duan"

The heroes followed, saluting and calling out to their seniors.

"How can Duan be worthy of being your senior?"

Duan Yu declined a few words, but his body was honest and he sat there motionless.

No one dares to say that he is too big, after all, his strength and background lie here.

(End of this chapter)