Chapter 95: Not Walking in Middle Earth for Thirty Years
After Zhang Sanqiang and Lu Yibian caught up with Zhao Zhiyan, they could have captured him at once, but when they saw Zhao Zhiyan roaring repeatedly, they both knew that the little Taoist must be calling his companions.
Knowing that Zhao Zhiyan's martial arts skills must be the best among the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, it would be better to kill him while he calls his friends together. Even if the inheritance of the Taoism cannot be cut off, one of the Quanzhen Sect's arms and wings can be cut off, and the Quanzhen Sect will be killed.
The faction was greatly weakened.
With the intention of attracting all the Quanzhen Taoist priests to take action, Zhang Sanqiang and Lu Yibian hung tightly behind Zhao Zhiyan.
After a while, Zhang Sanqiang was upset when Zhao Zhiyan called him. He guessed that the Quanzhen Cult disciples must have heard the sound and came over. He immediately rushed over and stabbed Zhao Zhiyan in the back of the heart with a single tap of his spear.
Zhao Zhiyan felt a rush of wind in his back. He couldn't dodge in time and was about to grit his teeth and turn around to execute a killing move to kill the enemy together. A yellow shadow fell down and Zhang Sanqiang's spear pierced the ground diagonally with a bang.
"Master!"
Zhao Zhiyan spent the rest of his life happily watching his mentor, Qingxuan Zhenren, standing on the barrel of a gun. No matter how hard Zhang Sanqiang tried, he could not lift the spear. He felt relieved, knowing that this Mingjiao leader was far less powerful than his mentor.
Zhang Sanqiang felt his eyes blurred. The gun tip was pressed down with great force and hit the ground sideways. Seeing that he was a yellow-faced Taoist with a slight mustache and a short beard, Zhang Sanqiang used his martial arts to hit him.
It was overturned, but after using eight and ten successes, it was like a stone cow entering the sea, with no movement. Zhang Sanqiang knew that this person's skills were unfathomable.
Lu Yibian could see clearly from the side and knew that he had met a master of the Quanzhen Sect. He hurriedly swung out his whip and quietly hit Lin Qingxuan's waist and eyes. If he was hit here, it would at least damage the kidneys and kill him.
This is the most vicious move among his victorious divine whips.
Lin Qingxuan is now a great master of martial arts. He only has the last twenty or so entrances to reach the pinnacle level of a great master in his internal strength cultivation. Therefore, he faces Lu Yibian and Zhang San whose martial arts skills are only about the same as Ouyang Ke and Qiu Chuji.
The gun doesn't have to go full force at all.
Although Lu Yibian's whip was exquisite, Lin Qingxuan used the Kongming Fist to dissolve the force with a wave of his hand. Then he turned his hand to pull the long whip, and with a slight shake, a continuous soft force came through.
The long whip reached Lu Yibian's hand.
When this force first arrived, Lu Yibian used some energy to block it, but this force continued, and after two breaths of his own internal energy, he could no longer resist it. If he didn't let go, the force would be rushed into his body.
Injuried.
Lu Yibian was very experienced, and he let go as if he was electrocuted. Even so, he still shook his head as if he was drunk, feeling even more horrified in his heart.
Seeing Lin Qingxuan lightly blocking Lu Yibian's whipping technique, and even forcing him to throw away the golden dragon whip, Zhang Sanqiang's heart was moved, and he quickly withdrew his hand and took a step back, cupping his hands and saying: "Dao Dao, is the Master Qingxuan from the Quanzhen Sect?"
"Poverty-stricken Qingxuanzi, these two are highly skilled in martial arts and are senior masters. Why did they secretly kill my little disciple?"
Lin Qingxuan didn't know the identity of the two of them, so he returned the salute and then looked at Zhao Zhiyan.
Zhao Zhiyan hurriedly stepped forward and whispered what he had seen and heard. Only then did Lin Qingxuan understand.
Zhang Sanqiang cupped his hands and said: "I am the leader of Mingjiao Sanqiang. This is Lu Yibian, the Dharma Protector of our religion. The two of us have no intention of being enemies with the real person. We must forgive the rudeness just now!"
Lin Qingxuan already knew at this time that the Mingjiao had stirred up troubles last year and wanted to use the Jianghu forces and the Dongxie sect to destroy the Quanzhen sect. Now after listening to Zhao Zhiyan's words, he realized that most of those experts were members of the Mingjiao.
For example, Yanbo Diaosou, Shengyin Shitai, etc.
The two of them were chasing Zhao Zhiyan just now, but they were not merciful. Although Lin Qingxuan was a Taoist master who was pure and pure, he could not help but feel slightly angry. He flicked the dust in his hand and said: "Your Mingjiao is a foreign cult. Over the years, you have been
The Middle Earth stirs up wind and rain, that's all. Our Quanzhen Sect has nothing to do with you, but you have repeatedly taken action against me. Today, if I bump into the hands of a poor Taoist, I will give you a memory!"
Lin Qingxuan's words were clearly meant to punish the two of them, so Lu Yibian and Zhang Sanqiang were on full alert. However, as soon as the words were spoken, Lin Qingxuan swung his whisk, and the silver ponytails flashed, and the two of them reacted before they could.
I felt numb in my chest and then suddenly fell down.
In Zhao Zhiyan's eyes, his master's whisk turned into a yellow shadow and flashed for a moment, and then the two Ming Cult leader Dharma King fell to the ground.
How his mentor, his old man, defeated two people, and how he defeated two people at the same time, Zhao Zhiyan simply couldn't figure out. He only figured it out after he had mastered martial arts ten years later.
Lin Qingxuan lowered his head and kicked lightly. Zhang Sanqiang's long spear made of foreign wood and iron head and Lu Yibian's metal wire whip jumped up at the same time and flew lightly in front of Zhao Zhiyan.
, as if an invisible big hand was dragging it over.
Zhao Zhiyan stretched out his hand to catch it. Just as he was holding it firmly, his arm suddenly sank and he almost lost his grip. He felt that the two weapons together weighed almost a hundred kilograms. He didn't expect that his mentor could remove such a heavy weapon from the fireworks with just a light kick.
It's really incredible to have it delivered to me.
Only then did Zhao Zhiyan realize how skilled his master's Xuan Gong was. It could almost be said to be a miraculous skill. Thinking of this, Zhao Zhiyan said in his heart: "Master has great magical powers. Take me to Huashan. Maybe he is like this."
One time, Huashan ranked first in the world in terms of swordsmanship. Last time, it was Master Chongyang who was the master of the supernatural power. This time, if it is Master Qingxuan, my mentor, that would really make my Quanzhen Sect famous throughout the ages..."
Lin Qingxuan showed his superb internal strength, but he was not very satisfied in his heart.
Lin Qingxuan thought that his skill was not strong enough, otherwise the spear and whip would be able to fall slowly in Zhao Zhiyan's hands, and the strength could be maintained for more than three breaths, so that Zhao Zhiyan would not be almost unable to hold it.
Moreover, although he knocked down two people with one move, he used the martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual, which still took advantage of the martial arts to some extent.
Just now, Lin Qingxuan shot out three fingers in total in an instant. Lu Yibian was knocked down before he could react. However, there was a strange force in Zhang San's gun that tried to slip away. At that time, Lin Qingxuan added another finger.
Knock him down too.
At this time, Lin Qingxuan thought to himself that if he did not use the martial arts in the Jiuyin Manual, the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect would never be able to subdue the two people so easily. He would have to use great skills, so he sighed at his lack of skills and secretly warned himself.
"Master Zhang Sanqiang, your Great Shift of the Universe is quite powerful, but your level of practice is too shallow. If you can practice it to the fourth level or above, I won't be able to touch you no matter what."
Thinking of the Mingjiao's magic power of suppressing the world, Lin Qingxuan still praised him, and then mused: "Although you have harmed my Quanzhen sect many times, after all, I don't know the depth of your evil deeds, so I can't kill you rashly.
Besides, you, the Ming Cult, can't be killed. I will spare your two lives today, but your spears and silver whips are pressing down on our Quanzhen Cult. I will make a rule with you. No one from the Ming Cult will be allowed to set foot in the Central Plains for thirty years.
If you agree, I will spare you two. If you don't agree, take me to Chongyang Palace to practice Taoism every day to atone for your sins."
Lin Qingxuan's words were spoken in a soft tone, but every word was clearly heard by Zhang Sanqiang and Lu Yibian.
The two of them were shocked when they heard this, and they wanted to refuse. However, thinking of Lin Qingxuan's magical skills, Zhang Sanqiang sighed in his heart, knowing that if the eight Quanzhen disciples were all of this level of skill, the Quanzhen Sect's great rise was still to come. Under such a situation
Even if the Ming Cult came to the Central Plains, they would not be able to defeat the Quanzhen Cult.
After thinking for a moment, both Zhang Sanqiang and Lu Yibian knew that there was no harm in agreeing to the appointment with Master Qingxuan, but it was just too embarrassing.
Lin Qingxuan just knocked down the two of them, making them unable to move, but his words, tongue, eyebrows and eyes could move at will.
Zhang Sanqiang's expression gradually became firm, and he said: "Master Qingxuan is compassionate, and I, Zhang Sanqiang, am not an ignorant person. From now on, my Mingjiao disciples will no longer set foot in the Central Plains for thirty years. If they violate this oath, they will be struck by thunder from heaven!"
Lin Qingxuan knew that the two of them were the leaders and Dharma kings of the Ming Cult, with respected status, and they had witnessed each other's oaths as leaders, so naturally he would not dare to break them in the future.
What's more, the reason why they dared to take the oath was because they knew that the Quanzhen Sect was not to be trifled with. Instead of killing the two people and the Mingjiao would find out and deal with the Quanzhen Sect sooner or later, it would be better for them to stay in the Western Regions and not cause trouble to the Quanzhen Sect.
It would be nice to allow the Quanzhen Sect to grow by one or two generations in thirty years. By then, the Quanzhen Sect will have masters everywhere and become so powerful that the Ming Sect will not dare to come to the Central Plains even if they want to.
When Lin Qingxuan saw the two of them making an oath, he smiled slightly and said: "God has the virtue of good life. I will forgive you today. I hope you will behave yourself well and restrain your disciples from harming others."
After Lin Qingxuan finished speaking, he turned around and left. Zhao Zhiyan picked up the big gun wrapped with a long iron whip and followed step by step and slowly disappeared.
Zhang Sanqiang and Lu Yibian silently used their kung fu to attack the acupuncture points. It took two hours before they opened up the blocked acupuncture points and regained their ability to move.
I thought that I had learned the Great Shift of the Universe and the Holy Fire Divine Art, and had become the number one master in the sect. Even in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, I had few opponents. Unexpectedly, I was no match for Master Qingxuan together with Fawang Lu.
Zhang Sanqiang's face was ashen, knowing that he would never have the confidence to set foot in the Central Plains before the great shift of the universe and the completion of the Holy Fire Divine Art.
This was the first time Lu Yibian knew that there was such a big gap between himself and the world's top masters. He knew that he would not be able to catch up even if he practiced hard till death. He patted the dirt on his body and said with a wry smile: "Leader, let's gather all the people back to Guangmingding."
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We, the two envoys and the Four Dharma Kings, devote themselves to cultivation and study martial arts. We may not be able to cultivate the next generation of successors who are better than his Quanzhen sect. After thirty years, our holy sect has also recovered its vitality, and we will naturally be able to take over the Central Plains and follow the Quanzhen sect.
It’s time for the true religion to compete with each other!”
Zhang Sanqiang claimed that no matter how powerful the master was, he would be able to kill him within three shots, but today he couldn't even use a single shot against Lin Qingxuan.
Although he was disheartened, he regained his ambition after listening to Lu Yibian's words, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, our generation is not as good as the Eight Quanzhen disciples, but I have never heard of any outstanding figures among the three generations of Quanzhen disciples.
Thirty years later, if we compare the successors of the two sects, I don’t believe that there will be many geniuses among the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen sect. Even if our holy religion is not as good as the Quanzhen sect in 30 years, then we will have to wait for 50 years.
, eighty years, one hundred years...
As long as our holy religion continues, the Quanzhen Sect will be defeated sooner or later at the hands of our descendants!"
Leader Zhang finished speaking loudly, and as soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt his thighs were sore and numb. Knowing that it was due to the stiffness for too long, he hurriedly combed his muscles and limped away with Lu Yibi.