Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 144: Cut off Shaolin with one sword!

In the thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple.

A big drama was staged at this time.

A young girl challenged three old monks.

The four figures moved, entangled and frustrated. They came and went, fists and palms came and went, virtuality against virtuality, and the changes were unpredictable, which dazzled all the monks in Shaolin.

Zhang Junbao was hiding among the monks, looking at the beautiful girl, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

"Sister Guo Xiang, you are so amazing!"

"Jun Bao, do you recognize this woman?"

"what!"

Surrounded by a group of monks, Zhang Junbao did not dare to say more, so he could only shake his head, nodded, and shook his head again.

The main theme is one, yes, or no.

But those who were interested heard it and knew the name "Guo Xiang".

She once broke into Shaolin with a mysterious man, and spent her jade years fighting alone against the three great monks of Shaolin including Abbot Tianming.

For a while, Guo Xiang and the four of them fought back and forth for hundreds of moves, but still didn't touch each other, and they were all a little anxious.

The most anxious person is Abbot Tianming.

He never expected that he would meet such a difficult person today.

Despite his young age and strong internal strength, his Qinggong is so good.

The three brothers had been practicing martial arts for decades, but they couldn't defeat her and had to guard against her attacks.

The more you think about it, the more painful it is!
What's more, there is a man traveling with him over there, who has never made a move, so he must have higher martial arts skills!

Guo Xiang was also anxious and wanted to show off his skills.

I didn't expect these three bald donkeys from Shaolin to have such rich fighting experience and good martial arts skills.

If he were alone, he could beat any one of the three of them.

The three of them joined forces, coordinated everywhere, and integrated offense and defense, but it was difficult to start, which was really frustrating.

Now, I am embarrassed in front of my master and will be teased by him for a while. What a bad luck!

Guo Xiang hummed in her heart, she didn't believe in evil anymore, and moved her body faster, hoping to defeat an old monk quickly first.

Duan Yu on the side couldn't help but shook his head secretly.

With her martial arts, it is not difficult to defeat three people.

But she had a petty temper and had to use Qinggong to take advantage of her to win.

Guo Xiang blindly wanted to use light kung fu to defeat the enemy, but his moves were not subtle enough.

She is skilled in more than a dozen martial arts, all of which are extremely sophisticated, yet she still dawdles and only wants to win with Qinggong. What a little girl's thoughts!

If this delay continues, how can Guo Xiang, who lacks combat experience, win?
Not to mention that the internal energy will also be exhausted.

"Xian'er, how long are you going to linger?"

Duan Yu snorted and said impatiently.

After saying that, a finger force shot at Guo Xiang's back.

Not only was Guo Xiang not injured, but she felt her internal strength surge rapidly!
With Duan Yu's current level of cultivation, he didn't need to come into contact with other people. He could directly use his fingers to separate the air and transfer his internal energy.

Others can't even notice it.

"Xian'er, use one finger to finish off the three of them, don't waste any time!"

"Yes, Master!"

Guo Xiang's voice was erratic, and he flicked his index finger while tossing and turning.

"laugh!"

There was a slight whistle, and Abbot Tianming felt a warning sign in his heart, and his figure suddenly swayed.

He moved half a foot flatly and avoided this finger.

Guo Xiang said "Huh" and thought it was funny.

Especially these old monks, their expressions changed when they heard Yiyang Finger.

Guo Xiang chuckled and pointed out one by one.

But the sound of "chichichichi..." kept coming.

Coupled with hundreds of years of pure internal strength, Guo Xiang's Yang Finger is extremely powerful!
After a while, the three old monks were in a miserable state, and several holes had been punched in their robes.

Zen Master Wuxiang was the worst. He was holding back his anger and wanted to use his flower finger to fight against his yang finger.

After a head-on collision, his right hand was pierced and bloody, and his palm was scrapped on the spot.

Next time I will use my left hand to perform Shaolin stunts such as the Donkey Kong Fist and wipe my butt in the toilet.

"One Yang Finger is indeed domineering, and the three poor monks are no match for him."

Abbot Tianming Heshi said: "Although this female benefactor violated the temple rules, we are unable to maintain it. We punish ourselves by facing the wall. Amitabha..."

Although the founder left a legacy: If you can't beat him, fight in a group, as long as you can win!

But there is another sentence at the end: If you really can’t win, give in immediately!
Duan Yu looked at the three of them with a slight smile: "With the strength of the Shaolin Temple, do you want to break your oath and return to the martial arts?"

The three old monks looked solemn and thought hard, trying to find out his origins.

"May I ask where this benefactor's surname comes from?"

Duan Yu stood with his hands behind his back and without looking at them, he raised his voice and said, "Who allowed you to open a temple in Shaolin?"

The thunderous sound spread to all directions, and all the Shaolin monks were shocked.

Abbot Tianming knew that no one in the temple could match this man's powerful inner strength!
But he still had the courage to ask: "What does the donor mean by this?"

Duan Yu asked: "How did your Shaolin promise a hundred years ago?"

"a hundred years ago"

Thinking of that promise, the monks felt heavy in their hearts.

"Until Emperor Duan Xian dies, Shaolin will keep its temple closed and will not be allowed to return to the martial arts world!"

This sentence, like a curse, has been cast on the heads of Shaolin monks for generations, and has been passed down from generation to generation by successive abbots.

"But what about Emperor Duan?"

Abbot Tianming said unwillingly: "It's been 150 years. In these years, I in Shaolin have only heard about the immortal emperor's descendant, Xiaoyao Sword Immortal, but never heard about the immortal emperor Duan. Doesn't this count as a broken oath?"

Duan Yu was too lazy to listen to their chatter: "In one sentence, Shaolin will seal the temple again!"

Do you want my Shaolin Temple to close?
We have just sent out invitations to invite martial arts colleagues to come and see us reopen.

Are you asking us to close our doors?
It's impossible!

Abbot Tianming turned to Wuxiang and Heshi said: "Junior brother, go and invite the seven elders of Xin Chan Hall."

The Heart Meditation Hall can be called a nursing home for Shaolin masters.

The old monks inside are all the most senior monks in the Shaolin sect, and many of them are even higher than the abbot.

Feeling that this young man was not simple, Zen Master Tianming had to invite the seven elders of Xin Chan Hall to guard the formation.

After a while, seven old monks came.These seven old men, in the Xin Chan Hall, they only study Shaolin martial arts intensively, and also study martial arts from all over the world.

In order to eliminate the bad and retain the good, absorb it into Shaolin martial arts and continuously enhance Shaolin martial arts.

It goes without saying about martial arts.

"Shaolin Temple is the most righteous and yang place in the world. How can there be yin energy?"

One of the old monks came up to preach and glanced at Guo Xiang.

Abbot Tianming briefly explained the situation in a low voice.

The seven people's expressions suddenly darkened and they all looked at Duan Yu.

"It's you who wants me to seal the Shaolin Temple?"

“I don’t know what the donor’s means are, but he dares to speak so brazenly!”

"You might as well give it a try! I would like to see which master's disciple you are!"

Duan Yu frowned: "Junior is noisy!"

After saying that, with a flick of his long sleeves, the seven old monks flew out and were thrown ten feet away.

They fell hard, and their old bones almost fell apart.

When they got up, the seven elders of Xin Chan Hall were all shocked and their eyes were confused.

I don't know what happened.

Why did you get here all of a sudden?

And someone just called us "juniors"?
Abbot Tianming's heart was pounding and he looked at Duan Yu blankly with a very solemn expression: "May I ask who the donor is?"

"You will know on your own!"

Duan Yu's eyes sparkled like gems, dazzling with brilliance.

He slowly raised his right hand, using his fingers as a sword, and pointed at the Main Hall in the distance.

"open!"

With a loud shout, a dazzling golden light shot out from his fingers.

The sword energy surged vertically and horizontally, crossing a golden rainbow in the air and slashing towards the main hall.

This sword was so radiant and so powerful that the surrounding sunlight was instantly eclipsed, unable to compete with it.

What Guo Xiang saw before her eyes was that under the shining golden light, her master looked like he was wearing golden armor and staring at the golden light. He was like a man from heaven descending from the earth, with a strong temperament and unparalleled majesty!
The Shaolin monks all closed their eyes involuntarily, feeling their eyelids burning and stinging.

When they opened their eyes again, they saw the majestic palace, which was as stable as a mountain, split into two instantly with a loud click.

The incision is flat, and you can see from the front of the hall to the back of the hall, which is bottomless.

This sword directly cut the entire Shaolin Temple into two pieces!
This amazing stunt of using his fingers as a sword to slash Shaolin was revealed.

Tian Ming, Wu Se, Wu Xiang, and the seven elders of Xin Chan Hall all looked at each other with shock in their hearts.

They all looked at the god-like man in a daze!

"From now on, Shaolin will seal the temple again for 50 years!"

Duan Yu announced loudly, his tone leaving no room for comment. .

The last time the temple was closed for 150 years, this time it will be another 50 years, which makes it 200 years.

"If Shaolin breaks its promise again, Duan will definitely have this thousand-year-old temple removed from the world!"

His calm voice reached the ears of everyone in the Shaolin Temple clearly, and everyone felt their internal energy trembling, with faint signs of losing control.

After that, Duan Yu took Guo Xiang, slowly rose into the sky, and walked away on the clouds.

"Duan, Duan..."

Abbot Tianming was shocked, still thinking hard, and suddenly realized something.

Is this person actually him? !
He suddenly woke up from his silence: "He is Emperor Duan Immortal!"

All the Shaolin monks looked up at the sky and then turned their heads to look at the abbot.

Needless to say, we all saw him fly!

Isn't this a fairy?
The two of them were flying in the air, sitting on a white crane.

Just because the white crane was curious about why someone was flying in the sky, he flew closer to take a look.

As a result, these two people did not respect martial ethics and actually rode on me!
Bai He turned his head and glanced sideways at Guo Xiang, who had wide eyes. He flapped his wings desperately and changed positions in the air, trying to get rid of the two of them.

Guo Xiang was in a daze. This was the first time she enjoyed riding a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River.

She snuggled into Duan Yu's arms, with strong arms around her waist.

The clear chirping sound filled the sky. Even though the white crane was struggling hard, it still couldn't get rid of the two of them.

"Master, you are so awesome!"

Not only could he slash the main palace with one sword, he could also soar into the clouds, ride on the mist, and control the cranes.

In Guo Xiang's heart, the master's power has undoubtedly risen to an unattainable level.

She had heard from her parents since she was a child that her brother-in-law Yang's master was an immortal.

Guo Xiang didn't believe it at first, but after spending more time with him, he became half-convinced. He only said that the master's martial arts were very powerful and he could shrink the ground into an inch.

"From now on, if you want to practice well, don't think that what your master gives you is your own."

Duan Yu's voice woke her up from the trance.

Guo Xiang hurriedly replied: "I know, Master!"

After spending hundreds of years of pure internal energy, Guo Xiang's internal energy now jumped to the level above the Five Ultimates.

It's just that his martial arts skills are a bit lacking.

Just like Master Jue Yuan, his internal strength is ridiculously strong, and even if he doesn't know the moves, it's useless.

The two of them headed south to Xiangyang.

After flying for more than a hundred miles, Duan Yu let go of the extremely curious white crane.

At this time, we were almost over Xiangyang City.

"No, the Mongolian army is preparing to attack Xiangyang City!"

Guo Xiang said anxiously.

Looking from top to bottom, the Mongolian army has crossed the Han River in layers.

"Xian'er, do you dare to accompany Master to the battlefield?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Xiang'er has always wanted to go to the battlefield to defend his family and country, but his father didn't allow it!"

Guo Xiang said excitedly, signaling Duan Yu to airborne.

"Okay, let's go!"

If Duan Yu wants to promote the sword debate at Zhongnan Mountain, he must first resolve the crisis in Xiangyang and let Guo Jing and Huang Rong feel relieved.

By the way, he wanted to knock the increasingly arrogant Mongols.

(End of this chapter)