Cui Yulong walked slowly to Scholar Jiuyou with a wooden box in his arms, looked at Scholar Jiuyou from a high place, and said coldly: "Do you know how I got through the past ten years?"

"How did you come here?" Jiuyou scholar said strangely. Even Cui Yu looked at Cui Yulong. He wanted to know what happened to Cui Yulong in the past ten years. Why did he change so much than ten years ago? Moreover, why is his strength so strong that it is so shocking?

Cui Yulong slowly raised his head, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, as if he had returned to the past, and whispered: "Ten years ago, the Shen family in Xihang issued an order to slaughter three thousand miles of blood. You guardians and the Qi Yin of the Killing Sect, each with their own abilities, can escape alive. But what else can we incompetent people do? Apart from escaping, what else can we save our lives? slaughter three thousand miles of blood, ha, do you know where the end of the 3,000 miles of blood is?"

Cui Yu and Jiuyou Scholar both looked at Cui Yulong. When they heard this, their expressions changed a little.

Scholar Jiuyou said in a deep voice: "At the end of the three thousand miles, you... have you entered the Western Xinjiang?"

"That's right!" Cui Yulong nodded slowly and said, "The end of the three thousand miles is the Western Xinjiang, which is known as the extinction of Chinese warriors! Only by entering there can the Shen family not dare to chase after me, and I can save my life."

"Xijiang..." Cui Yu's face changed drastically and he said in a deep voice: "You... have you really entered Xijiang? Then... how did you get out alive?"

Cui Yulong smiled coldly, slowly rubbed the wooden box in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Xijiang is the source of Lamaism, a gathering place for fanatical religious people, which is contrary to the teachings of my Central Plains Buddhism itself. Chinese warriors and those crazy believers in Western Xinjiang have been said to be incompatible with water and fire since ancient times. How do you think I survived? The moment I stepped into Western Xinjiang, I thought it was equivalent to entering another dead end. However, in fact, the situation there was the opposite of the legend. The so-called crazy believers, as long as you don't provoke them, they will not provoke you. I spent three years understanding all the secrets of the ink-patterned black gold knife, and another five years to travel all over the West Xinjiang. In the last two years, do you know who I met?"

"Who?" Cui Yu and Jiuyou Scholar asked at the same time.

"The supreme master of Western Xinjiang, the protector of the living Buddha, and the most purple-clothed lama in Tantric Buddhism!" When Cui Yulong said this, his eyes were filled with fanaticism and respect, without any hostility.

"Purple-clothed Lama!" Cui Yu and Jiuyou scholar changed their qualities at the same time. Both of them knew this name very well. Although this person only appeared in Western Xinjiang, the four words "Purple-clothed Lama" could definitely resound throughout China.

Some people have commented that there are only three masters who can truly stand with the King of Northern and Southern Boxing. The first one is the general Helian Tiehua, the great evil man in the north, with a 100,000 disciples, and a hundred responses. He is the strongest among these masters.

The second person is the supreme master of Western Xinjiang and the number one in Tantric Buddhism. Although he has never left Western Xinjiang, it is said that Helian Tiehua once entered Western Xinjiang and fought with him. He personally commented that his strength is not inferior to that of Southern Boxing King Shen Tianjun!

Such a top expert like Helian Tiehua shows the strength of the purple-clothed Lama. Therefore, even though he had never taken a step forward in Western Xinjiang, because of Helian Tiehua's words, his name had long been spread throughout China. Moreover, because of some legends of the mad believers of the Lamaism, Western Xinjiang was considered a dangerous area by all Chinese warriors, and few people were willing to step in.

Ten years ago, the Shen family slaughtered three thousand miles of blood, but stopped in Western Xinjiang. This is why. Because the Shen family does not want to provoke people from Western Xinjiang, and they do not want to be enemies with the purple-clothed Lama!

And Cui Yulong actually met the purple-clothed Lama in Western Xinjiang. It is normal for Cui Yu and Jiuyou Scholar to be so surprised!

"You...have you fought with him?" Jiuyoushu asked in a trembling voice.

"That's not called a fight!" Cui Yulong shook his head and said, "I understood the secret of the ink-patterned black gold sword at that time, and my strength increased sharply, so I was a little too arrogant. When I saw the purple-clothed lama, I wanted to challenge this legendary master. But do you know how he defeated me?"

"How to defeat?" Cui Yu and Jiuyou Scholar asked at the same time. Both of them wanted to know what level the strength of the purple-clothed Lama was.

Cui Yulong was silent for a while, as if he recalled the scene back then, his eyes were still a little shocked, and he whispered: "He only used one finger to bounce the knife in my hand away!"

Cui Yu and Jiuyou scholar gasped at the same time. Although they had known that the purple-clothed Lama was powerful for a long time. But who would have thought that he was so strong that he was so strong?

"The black gold sword ink pattern!" Cui Yulong smiled mockingly and said, "At that time, I still held the knife in both hands and tried my best to cut it, and someone bounced it with a finger. At that time, I knew that these people could be famous all over the world, and it was definitely not a false reputation. With such strength as the purple-clothed Lama, what kind of strength should the Southern Boxing King Shen Tianjun and the Meng District General Helian Tiehua? With our situation, if we practice for another ten or a hundred years, we may not even be able to carry shoes for others!"

If he had heard this before, Scholar Jiuyou would have sneered at it. However, now he did not dare to say anything because he was completely shocked by the strength of the purple-clothed Lama.

"The purple-style Lama defeated me, but he didn't kill me. He just told me that the black-patterned black-gold sword was too powerful, and even my mind was gradually affected by that murderous nature. He asked me to follow him for two years, one to destroy my murderous nature, and the other to hope that I can make a connection with Tantric Buddhism!" Cui Yulong looked up at Cui Yu and Jiuyou Scholar and said, "In the last two years, I have been by the purple-style Lama. In the past two years, the murderous nature of the black-patterned black-gold sword cannot be concealed, and my mind has not changed much. However, I have increased my strength more than before. Jiuyou Scholar, my strength has been so enhanced, not the effect of these ten years, but to be precise, it should be the result of these last two years!"

Cui Yu and Jiuyou Scholar looked at each other, and they didn't know what to say about Cui Yulong's experience. He was forced to enter Western Xinjiang and almost lost his life. Who would have thought that he was lucky in Western Xinjiang to practice with the Purple-Clothed Lama for two years before he had the current strength. No wonder his strength grew so fast. How could the Purple-Clothed Lama be so famous? Even if he practiced with him, he should become a master!

Suddenly, Jiuyou Scholar jumped up and shouted: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! How could the Chinese warriors who entered the Western Xinjiang come out alive? Also, how could you meet the Ziyi Lama? How could the Ziyi Lama be so powerful? You must be trying to lie to me, you just deliberately lied to me, wanting me to deal with the Xihang Shen family with you? You dream!"

Scholar Jiuyou said, turning around and trying to run away again. However, Cui Yulong was already following him, so how could he let him leave?

"Don't believe it?" Cui Yulong smiled coldly and said, "Then I will make you believe this completely!"

After saying that, Cui Yulong slapped the wooden box and the wooden box opened immediately. With a clamor, the black and golden sword ink pattern jumped out of the wooden box, and a silence of slaughter suddenly filled the audience.

Cui Yulong held the black and golden sword in his hands and slashed at Scholar Jiuyou. Scholar Jiuyou felt the fierce murderous aura behind him, and did not dare to rush to the point. He turned around in a hurry and used the steel folding fan in his hand to resist it.

With a clang, the steel folding fan was shattered directly. The black and gold knife ink pattern was not hindered at all, and went straight to the head of the scholar Jiuyou and chopped down.

"Yulong, don't kill him!" Cui Yu exclaimed from the side.

Scholar Jiuyou was already shocked and even forgot to avoid it. The murderous aura of this ink-patterned black gold knife was too great!

The moment the black and gold knife ink was about to slash his head, Cui Yulong moved the blade a little, avoided the body of the scholar Jiuyou, and slashed heavily on the flower bed behind Jiuyou. With a rumbling sound, the flower bed made of concrete was cut in half by a knife!

Scholar Jiuyou widened his eyes. This time, he already knew the difference between him and Cui Yulong. Moreover, he also saw the power of the ink-patterned black gold sword, and he really didn't dare to have any more entrustedness.

Seeing Cui Yulong letting Jiuyou Scholar go, Cui Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "Jiuyou Scholar, you and I are both people who kill the door. This time it is our killing, no one can stay out of it. Yulong has returned from Xijiang. Do you still want to stay out of it?"

Scholar Jiuyou was so scared that his face turned pale by the ink-patterned black gold knife. He listened to Cui Yu's words and did not say anything for a while. However, it was obvious that his body was trembling.

"Don't you believe me?" Cui Yulong picked up the wooden box next to him, and pointed the inside of the wooden box at Jiuyou Scholar, and said coldly: "This wooden box is a scabbard made by the purple-clothed Lama for the ink-patterned black gold knife to block the murderous nature of the ink-patterned black gold knife. The Tantric text here was carved by the purple-clothed Lama himself, you can take a look!"

Scholar Jiuyou looked at the wooden box and found that there were indeed many Tantric texts, which he couldn't understand at all. However, he really believed it now because he had already seen Cui Yulong's strength. Apart from a master like the Purple-Clothed Lama, who else could teach such a level?
Chapter completed!