"Master Qingyun is so domineering!"
When Lu Qingyun heard this, he looked over and saw a middle-aged monk walking out of the Shaolin formation.
I saw that his temples were protruding, his neck was thick and short, and his muscles all over his body were bulging. You could tell at a glance that he was a man with great martial arts skills.
"Who is the master?"
"Poor Monk Emptiness"
"Master Kongxing wants to give Qingyun some advice?"
Lu Qingyun had a smile on his face.
"Yes, if you can defeat me, the Shaolin Sect will quit Guangmingding."
The thirty-six postures of Kongxing's Dragon Claw Hand have already been perfected. When fighting with others, no matter how fierce the opponent is, as long as he uses his dragon claw hand, he will never be defeated. This also made him very conceited.
Unexpectedly, he met someone who was more prolific than him on Guangmingding. How could he endure this?
"Can you make the decision?"
Lu Qingyun looked at the Shaolin abbot on the side.
"Don't worry, Mr. Qingyun. If my junior brother loses, Shaolin will withdraw from Guangmingding immediately."
As soon as Kong Wen finished speaking, Kong Xing's dragon-clawed hand grabbed Lu Qingyun.
The thirty-sixth dragon's claw hands are fierce and fierce, attacking the vital point first with every move.
Lu Qingyun stepped aside one after another, but he didn't expect that Kongxing would be so powerful and unforgiving. He couldn't help being furious, and punched the five fingers that Kongxing was attacking.
The claws collided with the fists, and there was a muffled sound, and Kongxing was knocked back several steps.
Lu Qingyun drew a circle with his left palm, retracted his right palm to his chest, and pushed out fiercely with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
With a dragon's roar, Kongxing was hit into the wall by a fierce palm force.
"That's it?"
Lu Qingyun asked disdainfully.
Kongxing's mouth was bleeding as he struggled to get out of the wall.
He glanced at the five fingers of his right hand, which he was famous for, and suddenly grabbed the top of his head.
"Junior brother, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers, why is it like this?" Zen Master Kongwen quickly stopped him, turned to look at Lu Qingyun and said: "Young Master Qingyun, the Shaolin Sect has lost, so let's take leave!"
A large group of people from the Shaolin sect left in a hurry.
Seeing that the Shaolin sect had given up and left, the two elders of Huashan knew in their hearts that they would never get any benefits this time, so they left with constipation on their faces.
The Kunlun sect left without a trace.
The Emei Sect's Master Jiejie stood up with the support of his disciples, "Nephew Lu Xian, you have a good foundation and Miaohong, don't fall into the devil's sect like Zhang Wuji."
Lu Qingyun was stunned.
How did Miejie know that Zhang Wuji would join the Ming Cult in the future? Could it be that she also came from time travel?
"Master, you can rest assured about this. Qingyun has no intention of being involved in the world, and he did not do anything unintentional when he came to Guangmingding this time."
Master Jue looked into Lu Qingyun's eyes and nodded after a long time, "Wudang and Emei have been friends for hundreds of years. If you have time, you can come to Emei and guide your junior sisters."
Lu Qingyun didn't understand how the Emei disciple became his junior sister. However, there was no harm in killing him, and he was too embarrassed to refuse in person.
"Yes, when I have time, Qingyun will go to Emei to pay homage to the Master."
All five Guangmingding sects left, leaving only the Wudang sect.
Mo Shenggu smiled and slapped Lu Qingyun, "What a good boy, I haven't seen him for more than two years and he has actually entered the Grandmaster realm."
"Luck, haha."
Song Yuanqiao was very happy. Each of the three generations of Wudang disciples was stronger than the last, and the prosperity of Wudang was just around the corner!
"Wow, Senior Brother Qingshu, you can do it now, you have entered the first level."
Lu Qingyun and Song Qingshu have a good relationship and joked.
"Qingyun, you are not joking. Compared with you and Junior Brother Wuji, I am far behind."
Zhang Wuji blushed after hearing this, "Senior Brother Qingshu is joking. With Grand Master's guidance, your future achievements will definitely be much higher than mine."
"Yes, you see that after being guided by Grand Master, you are obviously better than I was when I came out of the mountain."
Song Yuanqiao was very happy to see the harmonious relationship between these nephews.
"Wuji, it's not appropriate for Wudang to stay in Guangmingding for a long time. You should take good care of your injuries. When you are healed, go back to Wudang to see Grand Master."
"Okay, uncle."
"Qingyun, are you going back to Wudang with us, or are you?"
Song Yuanqiao knew Lu Qingyun's whereabouts in the past two years, but there were so many people here talking about it that it was difficult to tell.
"Uncle, when I go back to pick up Qin'er, I will go back to Wudang to pay my respects to Grand Master."
"Qin'er? What a good boy, he asked for a wife after not seeing her for more than two years. Not bad, not bad." Mo Shenggu looked surprised.
"Remember to bring your wife to Wudang as soon as possible so that we uncles can see her." Mo Shenggu laughed loudly and left.
After everyone left, Lu Qingyun sat cross-legged behind Zhang Wuji to heal his injuries.
Three days later, Lu Qingyun said goodbye to everyone and left Zuowang Peak.
Looking at Xiao Zhao who was following him from a distance, Lu Qingyun smiled helplessly.
"Xiao Zhao, can you go back to Mingjiao and wait for news about me?"
"Xiao Zhao is homeless, and the young master also needs a maid, so why not let Xiao Zhao follow."
Xiao Zhao is smart and sensible. Thinking that Yang Yaoqin is lonely in the ancient tomb, it would be good to take her back as a companion.
But the old father-in-law's single-minded attitude toward Xiao Longnu would be in trouble if he was misunderstood.
He doesn't want to become a human punching bag.
"Why are you so stubborn!"
"Sir, let me follow you." Xiao Zhao coquettishly shook Lu Qingyun's arm.
"There's really nothing I can do about you."
Lu Qingyun nodded in agreement with a wry smile.
The two came to Kunlun Pass talking and laughing.
Xiao Zhao suddenly pointed to a piece of gravel and exclaimed, "Sir, there seems to be someone in front of you, and the robe looks like it belongs to your Wudang sect."
Lu Qingyun quickened his pace, came closer, turned over the man lying on the rocks, and exclaimed, "Uncle Six!"
Xiao Zhao took the water bag he brought with him, brought it to Yin Liting's mouth and poured some.
Yin Liting slowly woke up.
"Uncle Six, what's wrong with you?"
"After we came down from the mountain, we were plotted and ambushed by a group of Shaolin monks. During the fight, my senior brother and I got separated."
"All the bones in my body were crushed by the powerful Vajra fingers."
"The remnants of the Vajra Gate!" Lu Qingyun understood immediately.
"Well, I guess it was also those few fish that slipped through the net." Yin Liting said weakly.
"Okay, it turns out there is still a fish that slipped through the net."
A dozen bald monks sprang out from the mountain road and ran towards Lu Qingyun quickly.
"Xiao Zhao, protect my good uncle Liu."
Lu Qingyun rushed over with anger on his face.
As I got closer, I saw a skinny, bald monk standing at the front.
His temples were sunken, half an inch deep. This is the most obvious sign of having mastered powerful foreign skills.
Lu Qingyun guessed that he was Zhao Min's A'er and that Yin Liting's injury was caused by him.
I was extremely angry at this monk, so I just went up and beat him without any nonsense.
He used the Kung Fu in the Nine Yin Manual, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
Ah'er had never encountered such a strong opponent. He fought and retreated, beckoning his companions to attack him.
It's a pity that the cultivation level of his companions was much lower. Lu Qingyun had one claw at a time, and all of his ten or so subordinates had five finger holes on their heads.
After a while, Ah Er was the only one left.
Lu Qingyun tapped all the acupoints on his body and dragged him to Yin Liting like a dog. "Uncle Six, is he this bastard?"
"it's him!"
Yin Liting's eyes shot out with overwhelming anger.
