"If you want to fight me, run away and fight me. Don't delay me in saving my disciple. If it kills my disciple, none of you will be able to live in peace in the future!!!"
Fang Buding's tone was full of undisguised worry and helpless anger. Zhou Yi's strength made him surprised and happy, but also worried and annoyed. He was surprised by Zhou Yi's progress, happy by his disciple's strength, and worried about Zhou Yi's current state.
, what is annoying is that he, the mighty Martial Saint, is helpless to deal with his disciple's situation at this moment.
The four people present, including Fang Buding, are all the top figures in the martial arts world. No one can compete with them for at least three years as the four saints in the martial arts world. These two combinations of good, one evil and one neutral
The relationship is quite strange. The old Confucian scholar and the round-faced Maitreya Yu Wengang are mortal enemies. Every time they meet, they will fight. Although the old Taoist priest is also a righteous person, he is like Fang Buding and likes to travel around the world to collect spiritual materials.
And Fang Buding is the only impartial and neutral person. In terms of relationships, the other three martial saints all have good relations with Fang Buding, and because Fang Buding is the one with the highest cultivation level among the four saints, the other three
There was also a vague intention of taking him as the leader. Although the other three people were not necessarily convinced by this, if Fang Buding was really angry, these three people would definitely run as far as they could.
Just like the round-faced old man Yu Wengang standing next to Fang Buding at this moment, he was defeated by Fang Buding for three years because he injured one of Fang Buding's direct disciples. However, this also made Fang Buding dissatisfied with Yu Wengang's surname.
They got to know each other better, and the two even became good friends who talked about everything.
"Fang Buding has never been a man of lies. Could it be that the talented boy on stage is really his disciple? Damn it, why don't I have the luck to meet such a talented person? This old thief is so unfair!
"
Fang Buding's unceremonious reprimands and warnings did not anger the other three martial saints. With their cultivation levels reaching their level, if a fight really came up, the winner would not be determined in three to five days. Moreover, the so-called "high
It's too cold to live in. There are only four martial saints like them in the entire martial arts world. Looking for some kind of natural treasure or killing some powerful beast, etc. If you want to find helpers, there are only a few people in front of you. Everyone
Even if you don’t look up and see you, you will never fall out because of an rude word.
The old Confucian scholar and the old Taoist priest on the other side looked at each other in surprise. Just by listening to Fang Buding's tone, they knew that what he said was definitely not a joke. While they were indignant at the injustice of God, the happy expressions on their faces immediately disappeared. They looked at the strength of other disciples.
If so, it's strange that they are happy.
"Senior Fang, come and find my adopted brother!..."
Zhang Wuji, who was struggling to advance in the distance, finally discovered Fang Buding and the other four. Zhang Wuji was especially impressed by the other three. It was the three of them who injured him in the first place. If Fang Buding hadn't protected him, Zhang Wuji would have been alive.
It was a mystery to leave, but at this moment Zhang Wuji couldn't care less about being afraid. His adopted brother's life was at stake, and the only thought left in his mind was to save his life first.
"Wuji, don't move. This kid overestimates his ability to control. Now the energy in his body has become completely violent. His energy is not inferior to yours now. If you forcefully interfere with him,
Your life will depend on it..."
Fang Buji felt very sorry for Zhang Wuji's undisguised anxiety and concern. Not only did his precious disciple have unprecedented cultivation aptitudes, but he also had a sophisticated eye for seeing people. Like Zhang Wuji, who was as wise as a fool, had a mellow mind, and had cultivation aptitudes.
There are not many extremely top figures in the martial arts world, but it is unbelievable that his apprentice would take a liking to this guy Zhang Wuji at a glance.
"Senior Fang, Qiu Ye is my sworn brother to Zhang Wuji. Both of Wuji's parents died when he was young, and his only adoptive father is nowhere to be found now. Qiu Ye, Qiu Ye is now my only relative of Zhang Wuji. Even if Wuji is...
He died because I wanted to save him!!!"
Faced with the overwhelming power of Heaven, Zhou Yi was a little out of breath when he said this, but he still blurted out the words from the bottom of his heart sonorously and forcefully. Although he had a blood feud, the kindhearted and pure Zhang Wuji would never look at his family.
My brother died before my eyes. Even if I had to pay the price with my life, it would be better than living with the blame in the future. There would be nothing wrong with dying. It would be a good thing to be able to reunite with my parents who are under the spotlight as soon as possible.
"Haha...!!, you boy, my precious apprentice is really blessed to have a brother as sincere and loyal as you. Don't worry, with me here, it will be difficult for him to die even if he wants to!!
!”
Although Fang Buding swore what he said, he didn't have the slightest confidence in his heart. At this moment, he sensed that all the energy in his precious disciple's body had been completely detonated. With an instant energy output of over a million, he was even connected to the body.
Fang Buding, who was a martial saint, didn't dare to do that casually, let alone Zhou Yi, who couldn't even return to the state of his original nature?
"This annoying little bastard, I must teach him a lesson after I save him this time. Is it so easy to control millions of infuriating energy? Even I can only output less than 500,000 in an instant at most.
It’s just true energy, does he think he is a cultivator of immortality?!”
Fang Buding was secretly annoyed, but Zhou Yi's life was at stake at the moment. He also knew that now was not the time to complain. He turned to look at the other three martial saints with different expressions beside him. Fang Buding's eyes suddenly lit up. He alone might be able to control the situation.
He couldn't control the massive amount of violent Qi in his disciple's body, but that wouldn't be possible if the four Martial Saints took action together.
"Sour scholar, old man Yao, today I owe you a favor and help me suppress the violent energy in my disciple's body. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I owe you a favor! How about it?!"
How precious is the favor of a martial saint? To put it a bit exaggerated, it is not much worse than the saint-level martial arts. A scholar on the opposite side was immediately horrified when he heard this, which made Fang Buding, the martial saint with the highest cultivation level, send out two swords in one breath.
Personal relationship, how important is the position of the boy on the stage in his heart? When the old Taoist priest Yao Laotou rescued Fang Buding's two direct disciples, he only got a gourd of Fang Buding's exquisite wine.
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And for the little guy on the stage who was on the verge of self-destruction, Fang Buding did not even hesitate to send two huge favors directly. This made the two martial arts saints, one Confucian and one Confucian, surprised by Zhou Yi's position in Fang Buding's heart.
I also have a higher opinion of Zhou Yi's qualifications. This is also true. Zhou Yi has such amazing and terrifying strength at such a young age, which is enough to show how extraordinary he is.
"Hey, hey, hey! Let me tell you, Lao Fang, these people you mentioned include me, right? Why do they have favors? I don't have a share?"
When the scholars over there were marveling at Fang Buding's generosity, Yu Wengang, who was standing next to Fang Buding, felt unbalanced. They all also helped. The two enemies over there were paid, but he himself was like this
Being ignored by his friend, Yu Wengang couldn't help but speak angrily.
"You also want to take favors? Well, first, return to me the piece of ten-thousand-year ice that you borrowed from me thirty years ago. Also, twenty-six years ago you were hunted down by the holy beast White Tiger. I will help you.
I almost got myself involved in escaping, so you should return this favor to me. By the way, that big disciple of yours eighteen years ago..."
Yu Wengang opened his mouth with an indignant tone. Fang Buding rolled his eyes and talked about such a lot of past events with an even more aggrieved encounter. Hearing Yu Wengang next to him, he immediately said:
My face twitched fiercely, my hands and feet trembled wildly, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, isn't it great that this old guy remembers his last name?
"Yes, yes! Stop talking, why don't you let me help you for free?!..."
"Hey! That's how it should be..."
Fang Buding's answer was simply natural.
"I……"
Yu Wengang saw the strong expression on Fang Buding's face and immediately wisely shut his mouth. He owed Fang Buding so many favors that he might not be able to repay them all in his life. It was better to shut up as soon as possible and do this.
Sometimes silence is better than sound.
With someone helping him, Fang Buding no longer had any scruples. His arms suddenly shook and his whole body suddenly stood up. In an instant, a burst of fiery energy burst out from his body, like a sea of magma erupting from a volcano.
It generally spread quickly to the surroundings. This vast and unparalleled momentum, carrying boundless fiery and domineering, slammed into Zhou Yi's ultimate trick.
Zhou Yi's "One general's success can lead to ten thousand bones being withered". A martial saint may not dare to ask for help, but if four martial saints resist together, the outcome will be very different. Fang Buding's momentum is full, and the other three martial saints
Not to be outdone, they all stretched out their hands or moved their legs with different postures to release all their aura to resist the power of Zhou Yi's moves.
Fang Buding's aura was as blazing as fire, the round-faced old man Yu Wengang's aura was like sharp gold, radiating with sharp edges, while the old Taoist priest Yuan Tingyuezhi opposite him was as thick as a mountain, and the old Confucian scholar in a Confucian shirt was covered in water.
The meaning is full of meaning, moistening things silently, and the four attributes of water, fire, earth, and gold complement each other. As soon as it appears, Zhou Yi's condensed image of the God of War trembles slightly, and a solemn look seems to appear on his face.
Choking!!!
A sound of gold and iron clashing that shook the mountains suddenly sounded. The God of War, which was purely condensed from the golden and red energy in the sky, suddenly unsheathed his long sword and raised the huge golden and red long sword several feet high. The sword pointed at Fang Buding and so on.
The four of them are about to take action.
However, the God of War image was just a simple top-notch movement, but the zhenqi in Zhou Yi's body was like being pumped out by dozens of huge water pumps at the same time. An uncountable amount of zhenqi suddenly surged out, and millions of zhenqi actually surged out.
It suddenly went down by more than a third.
At this time, Zhou Yi was already in a state of confusion, half asleep and half awake. From the moment when the true energy in his body burst out, Zhou Yi knew that whether he lived or died was completely out of his control. The only thing he could do was to wait.
The tragic result that he didn't expect, let alone face, was that his meridians were shattered and he died. Even if he was resurrected later, his strength would still be 20% of what it is now, but he would have to burn incense and worship Buddha. But, is this possible?
Zhang Wuji, who had been warned by Fang Buding to step aside outside the court, was both nervous and looking forward to it. The four great martial arts saints joined forces to resist his sworn brother's shocking trick. Which one is stronger, the shocking sword of the God of War? Or the four great martial arts saints.
Is the Holy Spirit born in one blow? Which direction will this longing and anticipated ending lead to? (To be continued.)
