"There is nothing difficult to separate. After killing you, whoever can walk out of the inn alive will have the Lihuang Book."
The voice of the old man who originally spoke with vicissitudes of life became shrill and harsh at some point, like two pieces of glass rubbing against each other, and his cloudy and vicissitudes of life eyes became sinister, making it difficult to look directly at him.
Two water spikes slipped out of his sleeves silently.
When the young man felt very anxious, he suddenly heard a loud thunderous sound coming from Mount Wutai.
As if a big earthquake had occurred, a group of people were unsteady on their feet.
Some people turned back in shock and looked at Mount Wutai.
But I saw a young man in white clothes floating out of the dust on the top of the mountain. There seemed to be invisible steps in the void. The young man just walked down from the top of the mountain gently step by step.
"Lion's Roar King? No, this is a terrestrial immortal, right? Based on your imagination, there is such a terrifying light skill in the world."
A group of gathered people from all walks of life were astonished and found it difficult to understand.
"Where is the holy monk Yuantong?"
"Did they decide the winner so quickly?"
"It is impossible for the five great master-level figures to decide the winner so quickly. Is the Roaring King really a grandmaster-level figure?"
Countless questions surrounded the hearts of the crowd. The old man with a gloomy face did not know when he regained his composure. A pair of water thorns slipped silently into his sleeves, and his old and muddy eyes stared at the cup in front of the young man in Taoist robes.
Tea.
The dense air above the teacup keeps changing and condenses into various shapes.
collapse!
There was another loud sound that shattered the sky and the earth from the top of Mount Wutai. Under the incomprehensible eyes of a group of martial arts people, there was an additional palm print on the top of Mount Wutai. The palm print was extremely clear, like a person's palm enlarged countless times.
There are also internal lines, and even fingerprints are clearly visible.
That huge palm print had an inexplicable Buddhist charm, and everyone seemed to see a giant Buddha as high as the sky and the earth. With the palm print, Mount Wutai was dwarfed out of thin air.
"This is……"
A slightly famous swordsman in the world opened his mouth wide. The spear in the hand of the rough and strong man fell to the ground at some point. His pupils shrank slightly and he said in confusion: "Buddhist Zen is so far apart."
Can you all feel that the Buddhist holy monk who has been reclusive for many years has reached such a level?"
"With one palm, Mount Wutai was dwarfed. Such a terrifying magical power..."
"Isn't the holy monk's unique skill the practice of holding flowers with his fingers?"
A group of people were shocked and took a breath of cold air.
But looking at Tang Xuanming floating down in the air, there were endless doubts in his heart.
"With such a terrifying blow, even if the Lion Roar King has the strength of one of the five great masters, it would be impossible for him to come back alive so easily and naturally."
"But now he is dressed in white and is untainted by any dust."
"How dare he turn his back on a master-level figure? No one dares to be so arrogant."
Endless doubts arose in his heart, but Tang Xuanming had already walked back to the inn amidst the stunned eyes of countless people, looking down at the cup of tea on the table.
The boiling hot water gradually becomes gentle and no longer so hot. The tea leaves floating inside gradually unfold and the rich aroma of tea comes to your nose. This is the most suitable stage for tea tasting.
He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and exclaimed: "Good tea!"
"The abbot has achieved nirvana!"
"Abbott, the abbot was beaten to death by the Roaring King."
It was at this time that a huge cry of grief came from the temple on Mount Wutai.
The rough and strong man was stunned, and the ferocity on his face completely disappeared. He picked up a jar of daughter's red at hand and drank it down. His fierce eyes suddenly became drunken and hazy.
Wow!
The wine jar was thrown to the ground carelessly, turning into a pile of broken tiles.
“Good wine!”
In his drunken state of mind, he fell directly on the table.
Ping ping ping pong!
The martial arts man with a sword in the inn seemed to have reacted immediately, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with clatter, and those who drank tea drank tea, and those who ate food ate food.
He never forgot to comment loudly.
“Good wine!”
“This braised crucian carp is pretty good.”
Zhang Longfei's trembling legs finally stopped. Looking at the stiff movements of the people around him, he burst out laughing.
"That's not wine. It's obviously tea. How can it taste good?"
"ah!"
The young man in the green robe was stunned and looked down suddenly. He was indeed holding a teacup with a few tea leaves floating on top of the teacup. It was not good wine at all.
"Braised crucian carp. The inn doesn't have this dish. It's braised carp."
"ah!"
The martial artist who was picking up the fish with chopsticks shook his hand, and his whole body seemed to have been ripped out, and he almost rolled under the table.
Tang Xuanming was too lazy to pay attention to this group of people. For him, this group of characters was too weak, and beating them all to death would not result in any good deeds. He glanced at Zhang Longfei, who was pretending to be a tiger, and he turned around calmly, and the young man quickly followed.
"Where to?"
"The closest master is here."
This was the second such conversation, but Zhang Longfei no longer felt that this young man was arrogant, only that his mysterious and domineering attitude was difficult to understand.
The holy monk Yuantong, one of the five great masters in the world, was defeated in a matter of seconds. The pot of tea he brewed with his own hands had just begun to bloom. What a terrifying strength this was. He could not imagine that it had never been seen before in the world.
Even Emperor Li back then would not have been able to kill a land god with such an unstoppable attitude.
"The closest thing to here is the Demon Sword Gaihen. When he was practicing swordsmanship, he went crazy and his meridians were disordered and retrograde. A normal person should have died long ago. Instead, she made a path. The meridians and acupuncture points in her body flowed endlessly and were never accurate.
No one can predict where his next blow will hit..."
The young man was chattering in his ears, but Tang Xuanming's mind was no longer on him.
All his spirit was concentrated in his mind.
The majestic and majestic voice of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation still echoed in his mind.
"Defeat Yuantong, one of the five great masters, destroy his martial arts ideas, and be rewarded with a thousand points for good deeds."
Tang Xuanming couldn't help but reveal a smile.
And on the rivers and lakes, a huge storm began to sweep across.
"The holy monk Yuantong, one of the five great masters, is dead!"
"How could it be? Yuantong has always kept aloof from the world. He just celebrated his 100th birthday last year. At that time, his spirit was still high, his face was rosy, and he looked like he could live another hundred years. How could he die suddenly?"
"The Roaring King wins?!"
There were also people who knew part of the inside story and asked with surprise.
The whole world is in turmoil.
Later, someone climbed Mount Wutai and learned about the specific battle.
Known as the Roaring King in the world, the current land immortal ascended the mountain on the second day of the eighth lunar month and had a decisive battle with the holy monk Yuantong at the top of Mount Wutai. With one palm print, the world was turned upside down.
The top of Mount Wutai became ten feet shorter, and the holy monk passed away on the spot.