Fang Sheng, Fang Zheng, Fang Yuan and others in Shaolin Temple died in battle; Dingjing of Hengshan Sect was killed; Yu Yinzi and Yu Xinzi of Taishan Sect were killed; Taoist Master Chongxu in Wudang died tragically, and these are considered a group of big figures.

In addition, there are a large number of elite disciples from various sects. Even if there are people from Hengshan sects to support them, they are all the remaining stubborns who are removed by Yin Hao and are completely killed.

Relatively speaking, not many people died in the Huashan Sect and the Songshan Sect.

There was only one Zuo Lengchan in the Songshan Sect, and there were more than ten disciples. The Huashan Sect was originally sparsely populated.

"Amitabha, please follow me to Shaolin to settle down first, and then make plans!"

The first local chronicle of Shaolin Damo Academy said the Buddha's name and said to everyone.

This time, the monks of the Fang generation were almost dead, with few remaining, and most of the elite disciples died tragically. After this battle, Shaolin Temple was severely injured.

Even Fang Zhi had many wounds on his body, which was very embarrassed, but at this time he had to come out to preside over the meeting.

"Master, it's not good!" At this time, a burly young man rushed over. Every step he took, the earth trembled, his face was filled with anxiety, and there were three or four wounds on his body. Although it was not fatal, the blood dyed his whole body red.

"Big bull, what's the matter?"

The first square inscription of the DAMO Academy immediately had a bad feeling.

"Master, the valley where we were hiding was attacked. All the classics, great elixirs, etc. that were brought out were robbed. Most of the many brothers and elders and deacons died in battle!"

The big bull cried out in grief.

"What?" Master Fang Zhi shook his body and almost fell down. "What's going on?"

"We were guarding it well, and suddenly there were many men in black. They carried crossbow arrows that could be shot continuously and caught us off guard! When we approached, they were all powerful and terrible. Even if they could only deal with one disciple, they could only deal with one. As a result, most of them died in battle. Many classics and treasure medicines, and the pill recipes were plundered!" Daniu kept crying, "The intelligent uncle is dead, the uncle Dakong is dead, and even the uncle Dahai is killed!"

"Wow!"

Master Fang Zhi was furious when he heard this: "We moved the things out and hid them in the valley. Outsiders didn't know how they would be found? And this was an obvious premeditation!"

"Master, I don't know!"

Daniu's face was full of honesty, and he wiped his tears.

In the end, everyone went up the mountain, but they were so sad!

Half a month later, the Wudang Sect Qingxu came. He was the junior brother of Taoist Chongxu. He welcomed Taoist Chongxu's treasure body back to the mountain. Wuji guarded him and Yin Hao followed him.

At this time, the remaining sects also retreated one after another.

However, Linghu Chong's reputation has completely stinked.

Even the Hengshan Sect designated him as a demon disciple of the Demon Cult.

Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Hall.

"Everyone, what the senior brother of the leader said on his deathbed, the first square chronicle of the Shaolin Damo Academy, the leader of Huashanyue, the left leader of Songshan, the master of Hengshan Dingyi, etc., as witnesses, pass the position of the leader to Wuji, and ask the young hero of Hengshan Liu Hao to be the great guardian of the sect and protect Wuji to take over the position of the leader!"

After burying Taoist Master Chongxu, Wudang held a meeting, and Taoist Master Qingxu announced in front of everyone what he said about Taoist Master Chongxu's death.

"Not proper!" An elder walked out, "Mr. Wuji, for five years, he was young, had a discontinuous mind and had no cultivation. How could he take on the great responsibility of the leader?"

"Senior Brother Qingxu, it's not Wuji's turn to have you here, right?" Another said, "We Wudang, looking at the world, are among the righteous people, and if Wuji becomes the head of the sect, don't convince the public, just put it outside, you will be born to be inferior to others. How can I deal with Wudang?"

The rest of the people were talking a lot, and most of them were not optimistic about Wuji.

Taoist Master Qingxu remained silent.

Yin Hao held the long sword in his arms and stood quietly aside.

"My uncles and uncles!" Wu Ji said, taking a step forward, his body suddenly rose up, and directly reached the top of the hall, and then he fell down lightly.

"What a ladder. At such a high temperature, it's not far from Dacheng. Even the old guys are just like this!"

Taoist Master Qingxu's eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

boom……!

Wuji fell down and his feet sank, and the sound of explosions broke into a deep pit and spread around him.

"That power, Pure Yang Wuji Kung will inevitably be cultivated to the third level. Looking at the sect, how many can you compare? How big is Wuji? It is the time of rapid progress. In time, no, it only takes ten years at most, and it will definitely be at the top of the world!"

Taoist Master Qingxu was even more amazed.

At this time, Wuji waved his hands, like a seal or a closed one, and a whirlwind immediately blew from the hall, attracting dust and gradually forming a Tai Chi figure.

He closed his hands and the dust gathered together to form a ball of earth. With his palms bounced, the ball of earth flew out and landed in the corner.

"Tai Chi has been perfect!" Taoist Master Qingxu took a deep breath, "Even me, it's only this level!"

"My uncles, uncles, Wuji was originally the leader of the sect, but his master had to follow his last words at the end of his life." Wuji was calm and without any panic, "Are you still satisfied with Wuji?"

"Who is Wuji's opponent in the younger generation?"

Taoist Master Qingxu spoke again.

The elders around them were silent.

Wudang disciples, a person who has not made any moves in this generation, how can they compare with Wuji?

"But, if Wuji becomes the head of the sect, he will definitely be despised by other sects. There is no doubt about this!"

Another elder spoke.

The head of a sect not only needs to be able to suppress the sect, but also put it outside, but also to intimidate others, especially the Wudang sect, which pays more attention to these.

"My Hengshan Sect strongly supports Master Wuji!" Yin Hao walked out, "I'm not afraid to tell you that at most three or five years, I will definitely take over the position of Master Hengshan Sect. My age is only a little older than Wuji! In addition, Shaolin, Songshan, Huashan, Hengshan, Taishan, etc. have all recognized the position of Master Wuji!"

"This is our internal affairs in Wudang!"

The elder's face just now darkened.

"President Chongxu's death entrusted me to protect the head of the Wudang guest elder. Under the head and above the elders, do you want to violate the orders of the head of the Chongxu?" Yin Hao said, raised his eyebrows, and the sword in his hand clanging sounded, jumped out and landed in his hand.

With a trembling trembling in the air, there were more than a dozen sword lights, and finally returned the sword to the sheath.

"Good sword technique!" Master Qingxu was shocked, "Your sword sword actually stabbed eleven sword flowers with you. I dare to assert that even Mr. Mo Da can't do this!"

The elder just now had a pale face.

He clearly felt that the sword paused in his heart and throat. If it were a hostile relationship, he would have died.

I couldn't help but feel cold sweat on my back.

Wuji showed his strength, coupled with the full support of Taoist Master Qingxu, and Yin Hao's guards, Wuji succeeded as the leader, and was in danger.

The night is dim, and in the courtyard, there are three cups of tea.

"Mr., the last words of the senior brother at the head, we will do it. From tomorrow, you can read all my Wudang classics!" Taoist Master Qingxu said in silence for a moment, "If you hadn't been to the sword and slashed more than a thousand bandits in the world when you made your debut, if you hadn't fought with the Demon Sect some time ago, and hundreds of enemies died under the sword, if you hadn't hatred of evil and treated the Demon Sect like an enemy, if you weren't for your bright, upright, and with a great heart, even if the leader said at the death, we wouldn't have let you read all the martial arts techniques. After all, that's the foundation of a school of inheritance."

"Thank you, Master, I promise that I will never pass it on here!" Yin Hao bowed and said seriously, "In addition, if I will become a demon sect on the other day, please return to the Zhenwu Sword and Tai Chi Sutra!"

"You know? That's right, it's not a secret!" Taoist Master Qingxu sighed in a low voice, "That incident has always been a shame to me. My nephew, the demon cult is powerful, so don't do anything arbitrary!"

"Sooner or later, I will let the Demon Cult disappear!"

Yin Hao's expression was soaring that he was unparalleled in confidence.

"Uncle Master, then, Senior Brother Liu and I will join forces to fight into the Demon Sect and wipe out the previous shame!"

Wuji said solemnly.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm in the right way, with you here, I won't be afraid of decline!"

Taoist Qingxu was very happy.

Then, he waved his hand and left.

The night is silent, and only the clear light falls.

"Owner!"

Wuji's voice was extremely low, like a mosquito flapping its wings.

"From now, I will be the eldest brother and the senior brother!"

Yin Hao picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

"From Wudang..."

Wuji hesitated.

"The Wudang martial arts are inherited continuously!"

"That's good!"

Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!