Outside the outskirts of Xijing, there are five miles of mountains.

The mountains here are not tall or steep, but they are continuous, just like long-scenery. This land has been contracted by Bi Ling's two families and is under urgent development.

At this moment, two figures appeared slowly from afar, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Can you sense his breath?"

"Don't worry, Mu Qingshan is within five miles, and there is no breath of anyone except him."

Compared to the skill of meditation, Bishop Zhang is still under Master Qingguang. He can only vaguely determine the location of Mu Qingshan, and he cannot infer how much he is within.

Suddenly, Master Qingguang's face changed slightly, and he smiled and said, "Mu Qingshan is rushing over at high speed. Compared to a month ago, his skills have made a qualitative breakthrough. It is indeed a terrifying young man. Such a person has a backer like the Bai family. Within three years, let alone the Ling family, even the entire martial arts world is probably under his control."

Bishop Zhang's face was very unnatural. He knew that Master Qingguang had always been very accurate in his eyes, but he still hummed disdainfully.

In a moment, a figure seemed to have penetrated into the wind and came suddenly. In the blink of an eye, Mu Qingshan's figure had appeared on a mountain peak within a hundred meters from Bishop Zhang.

With the cultivation of these two masters, the power of one person alone is enough to make Mu Qingshan look inferior. This kid is also idle alone. With this courage alone, it is admirable.

Mu Qingshan killed the old camel monster, and Bishop Zhang was always worried. After Master Qingguang saw Mu Qingshan's various evil methods, he sensed his aura similar to Yang Linxuan, and then he felt his heart that would definitely be removed from Mu Qingshan.

"That stick is weird, be careful."

Bishop Zhang stared at Mu Qingshan with bright eyes, and his quiet and inactive heart gradually began to beat violently. Only the breath of the strong man caused this change.

The dragon bone in Mu Qingshan's hand was holding the thorn, as if a man was carrying the entire earth behind him. Of course, it was just an illusion. It was just because the dragon bone in his hand had already infused the source of all things.

"Zhang Zhengzhu. Your disciple killed my brother, and it is not an exaggeration to me. Since you are a teacher and a respected person today, why are you always aggressive? You should understand that I had a lot of opportunities to escape from Xijingshen, but I stayed and waited for you just to ask you clearly. In this world, I may be sorry for many people who have favored me, but I have never killed the wrong person."

Mu Qingshan's power was as loud as a stick, and the sound of the Holy Spirit of Fire Wu was the righteous inner family. This loud roar seemed to shatter the Yuntian.

Bishop Zhang said angrily: "It's a good thing that didn't kill the wrong person. Mr. Mu Qingshan, where are my eighteen Genting children? Have you killed them?"

Mu Qingshan hung down the sting of the dragon-wood thorns and said silently: "What did you say? They disappeared? They followed me. They were just being killed by the doctor's silent poison. After five minutes, how could they disappear?"

"It's a good idea to be relieved in five minutes. It turns out that they were all poisoned, haha!

Is it really ridiculous, are you so kind to relieve them?”

Bishop Zhang's red light flashed suddenly, and his whole body was bathed in his powerlessness, and his angry voice began to become ethereal.

"Arta Buddha is also a sentient being in the land of China. It was the root of a thousand years ago. I didn't expect that Mr. Mu Qingshan would take such a heavy move. It seems that I want to use the Buddha's boundless magic power to eliminate demons and protect the way."

Master Qingguang's hand closed in an instant. The momentum of the closure seemed simple, but Mu Qingshan could see clearly that the free energy with Master Qingguang as the core automatically moved closer to his palm and suddenly penetrated into his palm. After the clouds gathered, a faint Buddha light flashed out in his palm.

"Master Zhang, I'll take action first."

Master Qingguang is one of the world's great monks. He knew that when Master Zhang was angry, he would put Mu Qingshan to death. Heaven had the virtue of living. If Mu Qingshan could dissipate his evil power and return to Qingguang room with him, in the future, the green lights and red fish will be converted to my Buddha, then it would be the best Great Perfection. With a light press, a large golden palm print appeared in the air, and in a flash, it seemed to condense the entire world.

There is a saying in Buddhist scriptures that the Buddha's wrath has the power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants. Legends belong to legends, but this sentence just perfectly exaggerates the great power of Buddhist martial arts.

The formation of Qi is the realm that Mu Qingshan has just reached. If he uses the power of the dragon bone, what kind of realm can he reach?

Just as Master Qingguang's palm was moving, the stick in Mu Qingshan's hand had already been slashed three times in a row. Almost in between breathing, three small air masses shining with strange electricity appeared quickly in front of Mu Qingshan, as if they were experiencing clouds and rain. These three small air masses that implicit the power of the three Wuji styles fusion were like spreading their wings and greeted them in a series.

The three styles of Wuji are divided into three moves: Wind Rise, Lightning Mountain and Thunderbolt. Each move must be based on the powerful and powerful powerlessness. Although the power is great, once the user cannot defeat the enemy, the consequences will be beyond imagination. A year ago, Mu Qingshan was fighting and learned to use these three moves, but he lost all his strength and lost his skills and was destroyed.

Memorable things are somewhat missed. After a trip to the Bai family in Hong Kong, Mu Qingshan finally saw the complete three martial arts styles for the first time. After three days of meditation, he finally merged these three shocking tricks and successfully solidified the true energy and yin and yang were born.

Today's move looks simple, but it has broken the boundaries of the three Wuji styles. Once one move is released, it will not only bring the power of wind, lightning, and lightning, but also be too fast, which will not cause much consumption to the true energy in the body.

Boom! Boom! Boom! After three sharp explosions, Mu Qingshan used three palms to hit one palm, and finally successfully broke through the power of the Vajra palm, and two figures flew up quickly.

Suddenly, sand and stones flew away, and the scene was very unconventional. The position where Master Qingguang was standing had been flattened.

Master Qingguang wanted to let Mu Qingshan secretly. He knew that the two armies were in a confrontation and immediately suffered a great loss. In fact, no one who looked down on Mu Qingshan would have any good results. Bi Dongliu is like this, and the old camel monster is like this...

"Good guy, he actually lost the third style of Wuji for a long time, but he didn't look like it, at least his power was not as good as that."

Bishop Zhang's eyes were filled with smoke and dust. He knew that Master Qingguang had not used half of his power at all. In any case, this arrogant boy was destined to sprinkle blood outside the outskirts of Xijing.

As soon as the smoke and dust dissipated, Mu Qingshan immediately drooped his stick and said calmly: "Master should understand that since I chose to meet you here, I have no intention of poisoning creatures at all, and I will not kill the eighteen friends of Genting. They are just rude first, and no one wants others to stick like flies. Including the master."

Master Qingguang's face suddenly smiled, a little bit like a smile. The index finger on his left hand was firm and his thumb was wide, and then he gently stroked it. The slow motion movement was quite heavy, as if. His two fingers were not tightly pressed against air, but a mountain, or a large river, river and sea. This tweak and bounce force made the mountains crack and the roads rose in the river.

Mu Qingshan's face immediately changed, as if the monk opposite immediately hid between heaven and earth. The vast fields were everywhere, and he actually found that he could not calm the other party's position.

Move is not moving, and motion is not moving!

Bai Qiuren's memory sparked by. Swallow!!!

It was extremely sharp, and something like a line of fire flashed like a meteor. Mu Qingshan's breathing almost paused. Fortunately, at this critical moment, he had already locked the opponent's attack position.

Pressing his hand from his chest, turning up and down, like playing the pipa or playing the strings of the piano. Mu Qingshan's mind was flipping all the moves of Wu Ji's three styles, connecting the true energy fire net between the lightning and flint. A cold energy spreads from his left arm like a snake, and another completely opposite yang energy shot from his right arm. With a squeak, a strange electric field was finally formed between Mu Qingshan's palms, which embraces the yang and pulls each other. It seems that this is the law of another world.

But the sky is dark and the earth is dark, and the stars are changing.

Yang Linxuan's move to seize the world and create a small mutated black hole. Mu Qingshan was also watching on the spot. With his eyesight and wisdom, he naturally found some tricks. Swish!

The fire line that gathered Master Qingguang's 80% true energy hit the power grid. Mu Qingshan's body shook violently, and his face suddenly turned white as paper. He stepped back for more than ten steps and finally stood back.

Suddenly, my chest became stuffy and my whole body was full of force.

Mu Qingshan finally got very poor in this confrontation. After all, due to his age, he could not have been as profound as Master Qingguang.

But what Mu Qingshan didn't know was that Bishop Zhang and Master Qingguang were already looking at him in shock, as if he was looking at a monster.

"I'm sorry, I won't be with you!"

At dusk, Mu Qingshan sprinkled casually, and dozens of seeds of alien power spread out in the way of scattering flowers. Each of these seeds was attached to Mu Qingshan's cool power, which was extraordinary. Before they could land, they immediately pulled out branches. Most of these dozens of seeds were some vine plants. Mu Qingshan waved three times in a row, and the sky immediately became dark.

Even though I had seen Mu Qingshan’s strange tricks last time, I could not help but feel shocked even if I saw such crazy plants surging over the sky and the fields.

"Hmph! Master Qingguang, please return first, don't waste your energy, I'll bring that thing here."

Bishop Zhang opened the package he had been holding in his hand, and four antique famous swords immediately appeared. The one on the far left was a little longer, which was the ancient sword of Wensong.

Master Qingguang's expression changed: "Diexian, Zhuxian, Juexian? Have you brought all these three swords? This is Wudang's treasure to maintain the mountain!"

Bishop Zhang smiled and said, "The demonic boy is too arrogant. Since he understands the way of plant control, he cannot control it by human power at all. These three swords are used to deal with Yang Linxuan. Now Ming Neng has tried it on this boy. The pine pattern is the mother sword and the three immortals are the son swords. None of them is missing. The traitor stole the mother sword back then, which made the monster crazy for so long."

It turns out that a long time ago, Yang Linxuan had dealt with him on the top of Genting.

"Master, please lock in this kid's breath and don't let him run away. I will break his plant path first."

Zheng! Zheng... Four sounds, four ancient swords were unsheathed at the same time, and four fighting spirits rushed straight into the blue sky from the outskirts of Xijing.

With the ancient sword with the Sangpatterned pattern as the center, three slightly shorter ancient swords, Destroy Immortal, Zhu Xian and Jue Immortal, surrounded by three slightly shorter ancient swords.

Bishop Zhang raised his arm, and a red light rushed straight to the sword body of the ancient sword in the pine pattern. With a blink of an eye, the mother sword emitted a thick red light, scattered and scattered, as if he was feeling. The Three Immortals Sword emitted three colors of yellow, green and blue, and moved faster and faster. In the end, the existence of the sword body could no longer be seen, leaving only the Tai Chi pattern covered with red light.

"Go!"

Bishop Zhang moved his finger, and the red Tai Chi diagram immediately arrived at the center of the plant arranged by Mu Qingshan. The crackling sound rang out like firecrackers. In a moment, all the crazy growing plants were immediately burned clean. After a moment, even the ground began to charred. Within two miles, all the plants were completely dead, including the native ground vegetation.

Master Qingguang looked silent for a long time and said silently: "The murderous aura is too strong. Although it is a wild plant, it is also a living existence. According to this method of destruction, within three years, green plants will never be able to grow green plants in the vegetation here. Master Zhang, we are the righteous people, and we cannot learn from the style that others would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go. Let's stop here! Good and good slaughter! Poor in the inch of land becomes dust."

Bishop Zhang looked stern and immediately responded: "Master said very well."

With one hand, Bishop Zhang seemed to feel guilty about his excessiveness, and he did not collect the ancient sword in the air and let it fall straight down.

The sword is still an ancient sword, without any change or red color, as if nothing had happened, only the air was filled with the withered smell.

The two masters looked at each other, and saw that three feet away, a calm boy came singing. He saw that he was hanging his stick and inserted into the ground, walking gorgeously, and recited: "The grass on the Liliyuan is withered and flourishing every year, and the wildfire cannot be burned. The spring blows again. The two masters, the green mountains of wood are just adding a little green to the world. You just want to anger these lovely plants. They are your friends. But today, you all burn them. Who is right and who is wrong, and why is it?"

Mu Qingshan's words had surpassed his age. In the years since then, the two masters never forgot such a scene. Only the place where the young man walked by was hanging his sticks, the spring breeze and rain immediately turned into rain, and the grass and trees were resurrected. The tender grass spread from behind him, as if the green ocean, endless, immortal.

"Master Zhang, are we all wrong?"

Master Qingguang clasped his hands together and looked at Mu Qingshan with all his eyes, which was extremely complicated.

Bishop Zhang's face changed. After a long time, he suddenly shouted: "Master, you are wrong. Could it be that the death of my disciple, coupled with the lives of the eighteen children, will I give up just by this little thing? This Mu Qingshan's evil words confusing the public, and his behavior is even more strange. He must be Yang Linxuan and the like."

Bishop Zhang was not wrong. The eighteenth sons followed Mu Qingshan and all disappeared, and it was impossible for them to evaporate from the world. Apart from Mu Qingshan, no one specifically opposed his friends from Genting. The Bai family actually poisoned him. Even if the eighteenth disciples did not die after Mu Qingshan, they would be directly and indirectly different.

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