"Dajue, I have completely transformed your decades of cultivation. I will not take away any of your thirty-two secret techniques of the Buddhist Rakshasa Hall!"

Wuxin spewed out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, and the breath on his body suddenly became weak.

“…”

Zen Master Dajue stared at Wuxin, whose face was pale, for a while, and his eyes became complicated.

The mentor of Zen Master Dajue was killed by Ye Dingzhi, so he hated Wu Xin, who was Ye Ding's son, and stubbornly believed that Wu Xin was a natural devil.

Especially when Zen Master Dajue learned that Master Wangyou was transformed into a demon, he thought that Wuxin's demonic nature was too strong, and even Master Wangyou could not save him, and he was in turn introduced into the demonic path.

It is precisely because of this that Zen Master Dajue did not intend to let Wuxin go from the beginning, but now Wuxin voluntarily abolished his martial arts and left behind the lives of Zen Master Dajue and others, which is completely different from the natural devil he thought in his heart.

"Master Dajue, this fight has been fought, and the little monk's cultivation has been abandoned. This path should be made widespread, right?"

With the support of Lei Wujie, Wuxin reluctantly stabilized his standing posture and performed a Buddhist ceremony towards Zen Master Dajue.

"Amitabha, I am deeply trapped in my knowledge and do not know myself. Thank you for your kindness in the nephew Wuxin for not killing me."

"Master Dajue was joking. I am a monk from Hanshui Temple. How could I break the killing precepts?"

When Zen Master Dajue heard this, a relieved smile appeared on his old face: "Actually, I once made a bet with Wangyou twelve years ago. Now it seems that I am willing to do it. In fact, this bet has never been established."

"It seems that the old monk won."

Wuxin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, lay on Lei Wujie's back, patted his shoulder and said, "It's a blessing that you carried me down the mountain. If I leave by myself, I'm afraid I'll go to see the old monk in advance if I accidentally."

"Don't worry, I guarantee that I won't fall to you. Xiaose, let's go down the mountain!"

Lei Wujie smiled foolishly, turned around and greeted Xiao Se, and went down the mountain with Wuxin on his back.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

As soon as the three of them walked to the foot of the mountain, they heard a fierce fighting sound coming from the front.

Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo and Wuchan are fighting fiercely with others, which is wrong! To be more precise, they should be fighting against several flying swords.

"Is this the legendary sword-control technique?"

Lei Wujie looked at the amazing scene in front of him and his eyes suddenly widened. As a person who loved to listen to various legends in the world since childhood, he naturally had heard of a sword technique called sword control.

This kind of martial arts is not about fighting with people with swords, but also controlling several flying swords to fight with people, plucking their fingers, chatting and laughing, and killing people, and taking lives.

However, such martial arts are more like legends in the world, but there are very few people who have seen them with their own eyes. It is said that only the sword immortal can perform sword control skills.

Even though Lei Wujie was very nervous, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated when he saw a young man who was not very old than him who could use the legendary sword-control technique.

Xiao Se murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that another genius who can control the Wushuang Sword Box appeared in Wushuang City. It seems that Wushuang City is really about to rise again."

Master Tang Lian followed Baili Dongjun, and Sikong Qianluo, as the only daughter of the Gun Immortal, obtained the true teachings of Gun Immortal. The two should be considered the strongest among the younger generation in Xueyue City.

But now Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo and Wuchan join forces, they are not Wushuang's opponents, which seems very exaggerated.

Although Wushuang was able to beat Tang Lian and the other two with the help of the Wushuang Sword Box, it required extremely high talent to be able to use the Wushuang Sword Box.

Moreover, judging from Wushuang's relaxed and freehand look, he should not have shown all his strength yet. Such strength should be far superior to those of his peers.

Standing beside Wushuang, Lu Yuzhai noticed Lei Wujie and the other two, his eyes instantly locked on Wuxin's body, and his face changed slightly: "Wushuang, that white-clothed monk is our goal, we must bring him back to Wushuang City."

"knew."

Upon hearing this, Wushuang nodded boredly, raised his right hand and waved it gently, and two swords immediately burst out from the Wushuang sword box and attacked Lei Wujie and Xiao Se respectively.

"hold head high!!!"

A harsh sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, like the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"What is that?!"

I saw a black and golden spear coming from the west, cutting through the sky thousands of miles away, and the gunshots were heard, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

The sound of the spear was too great. Everyone who was fighting retreated one after another. Even Wushuang turned around with vigilance and moved the five flying swords back.

"Boom..."

As the land moved and the mountain shook, the spear landed and directly tore a deep pit dozens of feet long, splitting the two sides.

"Who?!"

Seeing this, Lu Yuzhai's face suddenly changed and he shouted in shock and angrily.

"I!"

A sound of light wind and clouds suddenly sounded, and Sikong Changfeng, wearing black clothes, fell like a black cloud falling on the golden spear.

"Three Masters!"

"Dad!"

When Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo saw the person coming, they couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Gun Fairy!"

When Lu Yuzhai heard this, his face suddenly changed. When he looked at the person, he unconsciously showed a look of awe in his eyes.

Lu Yuzhai was originally a man who used guns, and he could understand the weight of the word "gun fairy" better than the others present.

There is a spear fairy here, let alone Wushuang who has not yet grown up, even if Song Yan, the lord of Wushuang City, comes back, it is impossible for Wuxin to be taken away from him.

"Wu Shuangcheng has sent so many elites here. Is it really so important for a little monk?"

Sikong Changfeng glanced at Lu Yuzhai and his group, shook his head and said, "Go back and tell the old men of Wushuang City that if you really think that you can subvert the world by catching a child, then don't talk about the four words "Wushuang City", don't just call the name of Wushuang City."

“…”

Lu Yuzhai's face changed slightly, but he dared not speak out.

With Wushuang City's status in the world, few people are qualified to dare to humiliate Wushuang City like this, but Sikong Changfeng in front of him is definitely qualified.

"Your kid is a good talent, but you can rank second among the younger generation."

Sikong Changfeng's eyes turned to Wushuang, showing an unconcealed look of appreciation: "When you go back, I will give your master a message. It is rare for Twin Cities to find a piece of good talented jade, don't use a pig's knife to carve it."

"I will definitely give you this sentence from my senior."

Wushuang nodded first, then said curiously: "Well... can senior tell me who is the first person?"
Chapter completed!