I am above the long river of time, overlooking the eternity!

Chapter 11: Be the No. 800 road blazer 1 years ago!
"puff!!"

'Finger-Broken Strange Sword' Liu Dangyang inherited Luo Jing's 'Fish-Dragon Dance' sword sheathing gesture, and faced the heavy sword energy head-on. Not only did the long sword fall from his hand, but he also covered his chest and stepped back repeatedly. On the spot A mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Cough cough cough!!"

Qi Yan and Qi Wen's faces were dark, but they were not seriously injured, while Ji Wumu's arms were trembling, and he was half-kneeling on the ground with his sword in hand, feeling a little confused.

For a long time, he carefully understood everything that had just happened. Finally, he sneered and no longer maintained his elegance. Instead, he raised his sword horizontally, stopped at his neck, and shouted sternly at the young master in front of him:
"You are not a 'martial arts saint'!"

"Junior brother, you can't fool me!"

"I have served Master Wang for so many years, how come I don't know what it means to be 'submissive' to the Martial Saint? If Elder Liu hadn't confronted someone head-on and eaten that sword energy alive, he wouldn't have suffered this trauma!"

"But that 'Yu Xiao' swordsmanship is so powerful."

As he spoke, Ji Wumu laughed at himself, his eyes dimming rapidly:
"I thought that after so many years of hard work, I couldn't really pass it on, but junior brother, you can't fake the skills you have learned with the sword for at least several years. It turns out that Master Wang gave you such a unique skill when you first started. Yukiya!"

"When I saw it this time, I was completely heartbroken."

"I lost, there's nothing to talk about."

"Being a king or losing a bandit, Ji can certainly bear the price!"

Look around.

Not only him.

The two elders of Qi were silent.

Liu Dangyang fell to the ground, his face pale and his four fingers trembling slightly.

Xiao San, the 'stele opener', closed his eyes and said nothing, waiting quietly for his neck to be killed.

If their plan was to crush Wang Dongxuan's courage with all his disciples and leave Mu Yuqing speechless, then even if Xu Kui, the 'Judge Pen', was Mu's staunch supporter, there would be no Worry for life.

Big deal, share the cake together!

But now the situation on the field has ended up like this
Even if they still have the strength to fight, if they really want to fight to the death, they may not be able to escape calmly, but...!

It was such an ugly loss, and they lost at the hands of a junior who was less than twenty years old. If they betrayed Fulong Mountain, how could they still have the dignity to hang out in the world?
This turmoil was in the name of righteousness. Even if Wangdong Xuanwu Kung was so powerful, at most it would be because they didn't know the true hero, and they would die if they died, unable to wear the label of rebellion.

Since Mu Yuqing's vision is so vicious, Wang Dongxuan can really challenge Fulong. Those of them have only "ambition" and no good skills.
Even if he dies, he has nothing to say!
Just like the words of 'dissatisfaction' just now!
Now, I am convinced that my skills are inferior to others!

Looking at Ji Wumu with his sword on his neck, Qi Yan and Qi Wen who were silent, and the remaining two martial arts elders sitting at the mountain gate, Luo Jing smiled.

He had his hands behind his back, his ink hair flying, and turned a blind eye to it. It wasn't until he passed by Ji Wumu that three pieces of paper with sword marks as thin as cicada wings floated down in the wind.
Just in time, it landed in front of Ji Wumu.

"This is.!"

Ji Wumu originally wanted to kill himself with a sword, but he saw three light pieces of sword paper falling in front of his face. He was a little confused. When he took a closer look, his pupils shrank in an instant.

At the same time, Mu Yuqing's cold and unpleasant voice slowly sounded from the side of the giant bluestone door, and she frowned slightly:

"Wang Dongxuan, those three pages of sword paper are the secret of the 'Jade Flute Sword' that has not been passed down. You just got it. Why did you leave it in front of this man if you didn't go back and study it carefully?"

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"Those three pages of sword paper are the inheritance of the Martial Saint?"

"Did the Chief just abandon such a rare treasure like a worn-out shoe and fall carelessly in front of Senior Brother?"

"Wait, no, no!"

"If senior brother only gained this unique knowledge last night, that is to say, in just one night, he has mastered the mysteries of Palm Master and can use his true energy to evolve various strange phenomena?!"

"This, I have never heard of such a person with such extraordinary talents in ancient times!"

After whispering, someone suddenly lost his voice in shock.

But Luo Jing didn't pay attention to this. He just walked slowly past the marrow refining warriors and elders who were half-kneeling or sitting paralyzed. He walked to the many disciples who were standing on the side of the mountain stairs and looked down quietly. One lap.

When he saw that these disciples were looking at him, they either looked ashamed and turned away, or they covered their faces with their sleeves and did not dare to raise their heads.

He couldn't help but smile softly, and then he spoke loudly:
"right now,
Are you convinced? "

There was silence for a while.

Immediately after
"I'll wait, I'm done!"

Most of the disciples looked respectful and bowed.

Clang!
At this moment, Luo Jing opened his mouth and vomited, and a red magic sword flew out immediately. His thumb turned into three feet and surrounded his side. It made it look like the sword was banishing an immortal and was about to come to earth!

"Not bad!"

"The Jade Flute Sword Technique, I only need to observe it for a moment to fully understand its meaning."

"The Shangdong Fulong Sword, which the previous palm master had mastered for a long time but never wielded, fell into my hands and I wielded it overnight!"

"Not only that." "I have understood the secrets of martial arts from the magic sword. Over time, the method of 'convincing Qi' will lead to the realm of a saint in martial arts. Why bother looking for 'mythical relics'?"

"I should open the way for you!"

"Excuse me, how can I not be the Master of Fulong?!"

The magic sword entered his belly again.

This time!
Swish, swish, swish!
One after another, figures were kneeling on one knee, breathing heavily.

Immediately afterwards, there was a shout like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, which shook up the air waves and sea of ​​clouds:
"I wait,"

"Kowtow to the Master!"

Leaning against the stone gate, Xu Kui's eyes were sunken, but they were shining brightly, and his mood fluctuated several times:
"Given time, this boy will definitely become a martial arts myth and a legend throughout the world."

"Grandpa."

"With this Mu family's Fulong foundation, you can rest assured."

After saying that, he looked deeply at Mu Yuqing.

Mu Yuanjun, who was wearing a light green skirt, looked at Wang Dongxuan who was being worshiped, who looked like a god and had all the disciples convinced.

Then, looking at Mu Yuqing who was no one around, he couldn't help but tugged on her sleeves and said worriedly:

"Mother, did Junior Brother listen to what you just said?"

"What if he takes the sword away and doesn't want us anymore."

Mu Yuanjun's worry caused the chest of the woman beside him to rise and fall several times, her eyes were complicated, and the girl looked confused.

"you ah you"

"That's all, if this boy really has a conscience, if my mother dies one day, you will be able to live a safe and smooth life under the protection of his wings, and it will not be in vain for me to do things for him."

Sighing, Mu Yuqing first pressed Mu Yuanjun's forehead.
Then he turned around and pointed at the four elders who were lost and slumped on the ground, as well as Ji Wu, who stared blankly at the three pages of sword paper for a long time without moving the sword around his neck. At this time, his face looked sad. Mu said calmly:
"When Wang Dongxuan steps over these people, you should use your brain to think about what he is going to do."

There was also a hint of hatred in the woman's words.

Why can't this child use her brain? Does she really care about the 'Jade Flute Sword'?That's all, she really cares, but she won't say it in public!
The reason why she, Mu Yuqing, did this was to build momentum for 'Wang Dongxuan' and undermine Mu's momentum. Combined with what Wang Dongxuan did at this moment, it completely pushed his reputation to an unprecedented peak!
even,

This so-called 'constitution forced' turmoil has come to the present.
It can be said that the name Wang Dongxuan is on par with Wang Duan of the Jade Flute Sword.

He has the right to hold the position of master!
The roaring and tsunami of worship brought the enthusiastic eyes of the entire Fulong Mountain disciples.

Bathed in this kind of prestige, Luo Jing seemed to be covered with a layer of 'mythical' feathers.

At this time, he looked back again,

The meaning represented by looking back just now is already different:
"I am not a 'martial arts saint',"

"But so what?"

"Martial Saint has never been the destination I long for, gentlemen."

"You said that the 'Jade Flute Sword' King cherishes his broomstick and does not teach the true inheritance. Then, this sword paper is given to you, not only to you, but also to all the elders and disciples, so that you can understand it!"

His tone suddenly rose:
"In addition, you need to know that now I, Wang Dongxuan, am the Lord Fulong!"

"If you are really convinced, then draw your sword, shake your fist, and kill yourself."

"If you don't accept it."

"Then practice martial arts, conquer qi, and even master the mysteries!"

"Whenever you think that you can understand the secrets of the Martial Saint, or even be better than me, then"

"Come and defeat me!"

"In this way, you will become a martial artist!"

His words were cold yet passionate, making the blood of all the disciples in the mountain boil!

for a while...

It even made the pupils of the five marrow refiners widen in disbelief.
Quietly, his shadow is infinitely enlarged and lengthened.

In the end, it was deeply imprinted in my heart.

Even if in the future, they really condense the will of martial arts and even the true meaning of dragon and tiger!
But when I see this person again, when I see 'Wang Dongxuan' again...?
Can you really swing your sword and punch?
I am afraid.
He had already lost.

What is a master?

This is the master of the sect!
(End of this chapter)