I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 37 Chapter 037
Tree shattering bursts.

I saw that King Yin Ye grabbed a tree trunk with one claw, and the ferocious force of his claws tore through more than half of the trunk, making the tree a little bit crumbling.

"The little Taoist has two brushes."

He couldn't help admiring.

Everyone looked at the big tree that was about to fall, felt fear in their hearts, couldn't help but took a few steps back, and stayed away from the battle circle again.

They were afraid.

Seeing this, Li Ye took a deep breath, his body surged with qi, the muscles of his arms bulged, and he slammed Baihong Guanri, attacking King Yin Ye.

King Yinye rolled his eyes and heard footsteps not far behind him.

He stepped out of the way.

The fierce palm force hit the big tree directly because of King Yin Ye's avoidance.

Click.

With a loud bang, the big tree seemed to have been hit violently, the trunk broke off, and it flew backwards.

"I go."

"Damn!"

Everyone looked at the fallen tree and shouted and cursed.

"Brother, this nephew is really murderous, he," said one of Wudang's three generations of disciples hesitantly.

Michelin was not happy. He also felt that Li Ye was a bit cruel, but the person being preached was his disciple, and if he didn't give a good shock, the chaos at the foot of the mountain would be difficult to deal with.

People are somewhat selfish.

"We and others in the martial arts world have no eyesight in fists and feet in the competition. Who cares so much? Chong Ming didn't mean it."

He was talking nonsense seriously.

The scene in front of me only needs a little experience, and no one else knows that Li Ye did it on purpose.

The big tree was obviously about to fall, and Li Ye deliberately slapped it with all his strength.

"Okay, don't talk about it, Chong Ming is all for Wudang." Hong Zhiwei was not stupid, and directly set the tone.

When the big tree fell, some people escaped, some were injured, and some died.

King Yin Ye didn't move anymore, he roared and laughed.

In the distance came a series of disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect, surrounded by a majestic old man.

He has a pair of white eyebrows and is wearing a cloak. All the people along the way were frightened by his aura and gave way one after another.

The person who came was the famous White-Browed Eagle King in the martial arts world.

"Baihong Palm, what a powerful palm strength, the little Taoist priest, has such attainments at a young age, good palm strength, but with a fierce sword intent, you don't need to be good at the sword to have such strength.

Zhang Zhenren is worthy of being Zhang Zhenren, even the disciples and grandchildren are so amazing, give you another ten years, I am afraid that few people in this world will be your opponents. "

The White-Browed Eagle King has stronger eyesight than anyone else, and he is not stingy with his appreciation.

Such a conclusion surprised everyone. These words did not come from ordinary people, but Ji Lao from Jianghu.

Regardless of his status as the leader of the Skyhawk Sect, even if he is the protector of the Ming Cult, no matter what his status is, he is a top figure in the arena, and his strength is worthy of it. This is the prestige he has built up over the past few decades.

"This junior has seen the Eagle King."

Li Ye felt the great pressure from the White-Browed Eagle King, and the air mechanism was locked on his body, making him feel that if he moved rashly, he would face a crushing attack, and even his body felt a little stinging.

"Then can I go up the mountain?"

The white-browed Eagle King didn't hold back his aura at all, seeing that Li Ye was still neither humble nor overbearing, he couldn't bear to show his admiration.

He felt that Master Zhang was not only powerful in himself, but also in teaching his apprentices, except for abducting his daughter.

Suddenly, he glared at King Yin Ye angrily, feeling as if he had given birth to the wrong baby, which made him feel ashamed.

King Yin Ye trembled all over, touched his nose, feeling a little baffled.

"There, please, Eagle King." Hong Zhiwei made a bow, turned sideways, and stretched out his hand to get out of the way of the stone steps behind him.

"Hahaha."

The White-Browed Eagle King laughed boldly and waved his hands. He only brought a few people up the mountain, while the rest of the disciples came to the side in an orderly manner.

Everyone looked at the back of the Eagle King going up the mountain, not surprised at all, but took it for granted.

This Jianghu is like this, uncovering the surface and looking at the reality, what emphasizes is that the strong is king.

Everyone at the foot of the mountain looked at each other, looked at the disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect, and then at Li Ye's young face. The greed in many people's hearts receded, and some people started to leave.

"Haha, what a Wudang, isn't this bullying the weak and fearing the hard? The White-browed Eagle King is up, but we can't get up."

Someone sneered.

I saw a figure flashed by the forest, trying to go up the mountain from the forest.

The speed is very fast, passing the crowd in an instant.

"Who is this, what a powerful lightness kungfu." Someone said in surprise.

There are also people who join in the fun among the crowd. Seeing the movement at the foot of the mountain, they feel that the trip is not in vain.

Hong Zhiwei looked at the figure going away, and just as he was about to move, he heard Li Ye's cold shout, and saw the scabbard move on the ground.

Li Ye's figure leaped past him at a fast speed, leaving afterimages in the air like afterimages, moving from one place to another, people couldn't help admiring the wonderful movement skills.

"What kind of qinggong is this, is it Wudang vertical ladder?"

Someone swallowed their throats, marveling at Li Ye's astonishing movement.

Hong Zhiwei couldn't help smiling wryly in his heart, he suddenly felt that Wudang was very honored to have Li Ye as a favorite, but he was secretly silent, as a master, there were few things that he could surpass Li Ye except for the true energy of the inner family.

This made him very unfulfilled.

This is not the first time he has seen Li Ye's astonishing agility, but compared to the previous one, this time it is even more powerful.

"I'm not Wudang like you, who hides your head and shows your tail. You can slander it. You can go up the mountain. But if you want to be upright and hide your head and show your tail, there is only one way for you to go."

In the voice, Li Ye's hand gripped the handle of the knife.

In the eyes of everyone, they saw a ray of light, as if they had been inexplicably affected.

Li Ye's figure disappeared from their field of vision, replaced by the light of the knife, feeling like they felt the knife symbolizing death was placed on their necks, leaving them with no choice but to be slaughtered.

This kind of feeling made their hearts tremble with fear.

"The little Taoist is going crazy. No."

A tragic cry came from the forest, and the bushes shook. It seemed that a figure fell from the tree and was grabbed by someone.

"Amitabha, good is good."

With a sound of chanting, the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple teamed up to separate the crowd, pushing them out like an invisible force, letting them out of the way.

Hong Zhiwei also knew that Shaolin Temple would not be absent. After all, some monks in Shaolin Temple were killed at the hands of the golden lion king, and the confusing incident of the death of Shaolin side branch due to Zhang Cuishan many years ago has not yet been clarified.

The two sides greeted each other.

"The owner of Manduo Village in the Western Regions, why did he come to Wudang so quickly. '

Someone was shocked, watching Li Ye dragging a middle-aged man down the steps like a dead dog, the blood from the throat kept oozing out, staining the man's clothes and the steps red at the same time.

"I also hope that you don't rush into the mountains indiscriminately. I have a knife, which is designed to kill rats."

Li Ye looked at everyone coldly, making them fearful because they had tasted the power created by Li Ye from the very beginning, and did not dare to look at him.

This little Taoist priest was different from the modest Taoist priest they had imagined, and was even more murderous.

"It's a fierce knife, it's kind and good."

Kong Wen recited a sentence, although he felt that Li Ye's behavior was a bit inappropriate, but he did not criticize him harshly in front of the elders of Wudang Mountain.

In the crowd, quite a few people retreated again. It was Li Ye who made people feel too fierce, and couldn't help but retreat.

Hong Zhiwei looked at the actions of the crowd and said with a feeling of sympathy.

"Chongming, take Master Shaolin Kongwen and others up the mountain."

He also knew that Li Ye's internal qi was weak, and he estimated that at least half of Li Ye's zhenqi had been consumed. If Li Ye hadn't cultivated both internally and externally, such momentum would not have been possible.

Three games in a row, this has achieved what Song Yuanqiao ordered them to do.

The purpose of shocking everyone has been achieved.

If it continues, Li Ye doesn't have so much zhenqi blessing, and it's difficult to display his previous strength.

"Yes."

Li Ye did not refute, but handed over the dead body to the senior brother next to him, and then led them up the mountain.

For a long period of time, there was no more disturbance at the foot of the mountain. Even if the subsequent visitors had the intention to venture into the mountain, they did not blindly venture into the mountain under the persuasion of others.

This made everyone in Wudang breathe a sigh of relief. If a group of people were to force their way into the mountain, more than one or two people would die.

(End of this chapter)