Chapter 734
Li Changsheng walked to the Xuanwu statue in the middle of the square, and many people's eyes were moving with his footsteps.
Song Ziyuan, the nephew of the leader of Wudang sect, has just been beaten. The young man dared to stroll around the square leisurely. Everyone just felt that his brain was not enough.
"This is too arrogant. Do you think there will be nothing after beating someone?"
Not only the disciples of Wudang's own sect, but also those sent abroad could not help shaking their heads.
It's a provocation to go to someone else's sect and beat someone else's disciples. I'm afraid even if the senior leaders of Wudang don't say anything, they are unhappy.
In many people's opinion, Li Changsheng is too reckless and may have some strength, but such a person will only recruit black people for the sect.
Li Changsheng went under the statue. From a distance, the statue was not tall, but when he approached, he knew that it was as high as two floors and needed to look up.
"What's the boy doing? He looks like he's never seen the world."
Among the people's doubts, Li Changsheng stepped on the ground, then directly rose into the air and stood on the Xuanwu.
This move immediately caused an uproar, and the disciples of Wudang sect were even more angry. This statue is the totem of their sect. It's too much for Li Changsheng to stand on it.
"Come down!"
"Get down!"
All the disciples below were furious.
Li Changsheng did not care, but bent down and put his palm on the winding beads of the turtle and snake.
At that moment, the whole square felt a sense of vibration.
"What's going on? What did he do?"
"This statue of God was carved by Sanfeng immortal himself. How can outsiders be allowed to fool around!"
In a crowd of surprise and angry scolding, Li Changsheng closed his eyes.
In his mind, an ancient text is flowing, which is full of vicissitudes and majesty.
Although Li Changsheng didn't know these words, when these words appeared in his mind, he immediately understood what they meant.
"Zhenwu killing God."
This should be something Zhang Sanfeng brought out from the relics of Zhenwu Xianzong. It is by no means carved later.
Li Changsheng opened his eyes. The skill recorded in it was very mysterious. It was a special magic power for the soul.
Li Changsheng has also learned some methods of divine soul attack before, but most of them are chicken ribs, but this article is absolutely sharp. Invisible attack is the most deadly. It can directly hit the enemy's divine soul. Sometimes it can become a must kill blow. Even cross-border combat is not impossible.
Li Changsheng didn't expect to have such a harvest when he strolled around a square. Don't mention how excited he was.
It has been more than 500 years since immortal Sanfeng put it on the square. However, many disciples of Wudang sect have talked about it, and they have not found the secret in the stone, as if it was specially prepared for Li Changsheng.
"The Dharma in the world is obtained by those who have fate. This dharma has fate with me!"
When Li Changsheng was feeling, he found that the whole square was in silence. When he looked down, he saw countless eyes staring at him.
At the same time, a white figure came menacing.
"Brother, he hurt me."
Song Ziyuan, with a bandage on one hand and a resentful face, pointed to Li Changsheng on the statue.
"If you hurt my brother, you dare to run to the Xuanwu statue. Do you really think there is no one in Wudang?"
It was a man with sharp edges and corners, with a sharp light shining in his eyes.
When he saw Li Changsheng standing on the Xuanwu statue, he immediately killed the machine with awe.
"Hula!"
A sword light cut through the sky and chopped at Li Changsheng. It was extremely fierce.
This man's cultivation has reached the peak of Vajra realm and is close to Zhixuan realm, which is more profound than Zhou Hongxiu, Li Changsheng's disciple.
"Elder martial brother Zilin, don't be impulsive!"
At this time, Bai Ying stood up and stopped the young man: "senior brother Zilin, he is a VIP of the leader. Don't hurt him!"
"The distinguished guest in charge of teaching?"
The man took back the sword offered, and his eyes showed surprise.
He is song Ziyuan's cousin and teaches Song Zhen's own son. He has been closed these days. Even when Jinjia's father killed him at the mountain gate, he did not leave the pass. That is, because today is the annual preaching conference, he is allowed to break through the pass.
Who knows, as soon as he left the customs, he saw his brother song Ziyuan's wrists discounted. After listening to song Ziyuan's comments, he was angry and came to find Li Changsheng's trouble.
Now he hesitated when he heard that the other party was his father's VIP.
"What VIP? Brother Lin, don't listen to Bai Ying's nonsense. How can he be on an equal footing with the leader?"
As soon as song Zilin heard this, he also felt that what his brother said was reasonable. He looked coldly at Li Changsheng and said, "get down, how can you defile the Xuanwu statue!"
"OK."
Li Changsheng also felt that his current action was inappropriate and jumped from the statue to the ground.
"Boy, I don't care which sect you are a disciple or a VIP of our Wudang sect, but if you hurt our Wudang disciples, I, as the eldest martial brother of Wudang sect, can't sit idly by."
Song Zilin said coldly.
"What do you want me to do?"
Li Changsheng looked at the man. He looked a little like Song Zhen, but different from his father Song Zhen, Song Zhen had a gentle temperament like jade. Song Zilin was full of edge, like a scabbard sword.
Of course, it's not that it's bad. Young people naturally need blood. Even Li Changsheng can see that song Zilin's qualification is better than his father Song Zhen, and his achievements may be greater in the future.
"You broke my cousin song Ziyuan's wrist and ran to the Xuanwu statue to make unreasonable moves. I don't bully others. Cut off one arm and get out of Wudang."
Song Zilin's understatement.
Li Changsheng's face changed.
People around also showed pity.
A broken arm, although there are many ways to connect, but there are defects in the end.
The road of cultivation pays attention to the word "perfection". Once there is a defect, it means that the foundation of the road is damaged and will affect future achievements.
"Elder martial brother..."
Bai Ying wanted to say something, but song Zilin interrupted her directly: "younger martial sister Bai Ying, you don't have to say much. Even if he is really a VIP of Wudang sect, he will be punished for hurting people in Wudang sect. Even if my father comes here in person, I won't change my decision."
Bai Ying sighed immediately. She understood song Zilin's temper and knew that no one could stop song Zilin unless the leader taught Song Zhen to appear here now.
Looking at Li Changsheng's eyes, she couldn't help getting angry and thought, "even if you are a VIP of the leader, you shouldn't be so arrogant. Now who can save you?"
Song Ziyuan, the nephew of the leader of Wudang sect, has just been beaten. The young man dared to stroll around the square leisurely. Everyone just felt that his brain was not enough.
"This is too arrogant. Do you think there will be nothing after beating someone?"
Not only the disciples of Wudang's own sect, but also those sent abroad could not help shaking their heads.
It's a provocation to go to someone else's sect and beat someone else's disciples. I'm afraid even if the senior leaders of Wudang don't say anything, they are unhappy.
In many people's opinion, Li Changsheng is too reckless and may have some strength, but such a person will only recruit black people for the sect.
Li Changsheng went under the statue. From a distance, the statue was not tall, but when he approached, he knew that it was as high as two floors and needed to look up.
"What's the boy doing? He looks like he's never seen the world."
Among the people's doubts, Li Changsheng stepped on the ground, then directly rose into the air and stood on the Xuanwu.
This move immediately caused an uproar, and the disciples of Wudang sect were even more angry. This statue is the totem of their sect. It's too much for Li Changsheng to stand on it.
"Come down!"
"Get down!"
All the disciples below were furious.
Li Changsheng did not care, but bent down and put his palm on the winding beads of the turtle and snake.
At that moment, the whole square felt a sense of vibration.
"What's going on? What did he do?"
"This statue of God was carved by Sanfeng immortal himself. How can outsiders be allowed to fool around!"
In a crowd of surprise and angry scolding, Li Changsheng closed his eyes.
In his mind, an ancient text is flowing, which is full of vicissitudes and majesty.
Although Li Changsheng didn't know these words, when these words appeared in his mind, he immediately understood what they meant.
"Zhenwu killing God."
This should be something Zhang Sanfeng brought out from the relics of Zhenwu Xianzong. It is by no means carved later.
Li Changsheng opened his eyes. The skill recorded in it was very mysterious. It was a special magic power for the soul.
Li Changsheng has also learned some methods of divine soul attack before, but most of them are chicken ribs, but this article is absolutely sharp. Invisible attack is the most deadly. It can directly hit the enemy's divine soul. Sometimes it can become a must kill blow. Even cross-border combat is not impossible.
Li Changsheng didn't expect to have such a harvest when he strolled around a square. Don't mention how excited he was.
It has been more than 500 years since immortal Sanfeng put it on the square. However, many disciples of Wudang sect have talked about it, and they have not found the secret in the stone, as if it was specially prepared for Li Changsheng.
"The Dharma in the world is obtained by those who have fate. This dharma has fate with me!"
When Li Changsheng was feeling, he found that the whole square was in silence. When he looked down, he saw countless eyes staring at him.
At the same time, a white figure came menacing.
"Brother, he hurt me."
Song Ziyuan, with a bandage on one hand and a resentful face, pointed to Li Changsheng on the statue.
"If you hurt my brother, you dare to run to the Xuanwu statue. Do you really think there is no one in Wudang?"
It was a man with sharp edges and corners, with a sharp light shining in his eyes.
When he saw Li Changsheng standing on the Xuanwu statue, he immediately killed the machine with awe.
"Hula!"
A sword light cut through the sky and chopped at Li Changsheng. It was extremely fierce.
This man's cultivation has reached the peak of Vajra realm and is close to Zhixuan realm, which is more profound than Zhou Hongxiu, Li Changsheng's disciple.
"Elder martial brother Zilin, don't be impulsive!"
At this time, Bai Ying stood up and stopped the young man: "senior brother Zilin, he is a VIP of the leader. Don't hurt him!"
"The distinguished guest in charge of teaching?"
The man took back the sword offered, and his eyes showed surprise.
He is song Ziyuan's cousin and teaches Song Zhen's own son. He has been closed these days. Even when Jinjia's father killed him at the mountain gate, he did not leave the pass. That is, because today is the annual preaching conference, he is allowed to break through the pass.
Who knows, as soon as he left the customs, he saw his brother song Ziyuan's wrists discounted. After listening to song Ziyuan's comments, he was angry and came to find Li Changsheng's trouble.
Now he hesitated when he heard that the other party was his father's VIP.
"What VIP? Brother Lin, don't listen to Bai Ying's nonsense. How can he be on an equal footing with the leader?"
As soon as song Zilin heard this, he also felt that what his brother said was reasonable. He looked coldly at Li Changsheng and said, "get down, how can you defile the Xuanwu statue!"
"OK."
Li Changsheng also felt that his current action was inappropriate and jumped from the statue to the ground.
"Boy, I don't care which sect you are a disciple or a VIP of our Wudang sect, but if you hurt our Wudang disciples, I, as the eldest martial brother of Wudang sect, can't sit idly by."
Song Zilin said coldly.
"What do you want me to do?"
Li Changsheng looked at the man. He looked a little like Song Zhen, but different from his father Song Zhen, Song Zhen had a gentle temperament like jade. Song Zilin was full of edge, like a scabbard sword.
Of course, it's not that it's bad. Young people naturally need blood. Even Li Changsheng can see that song Zilin's qualification is better than his father Song Zhen, and his achievements may be greater in the future.
"You broke my cousin song Ziyuan's wrist and ran to the Xuanwu statue to make unreasonable moves. I don't bully others. Cut off one arm and get out of Wudang."
Song Zilin's understatement.
Li Changsheng's face changed.
People around also showed pity.
A broken arm, although there are many ways to connect, but there are defects in the end.
The road of cultivation pays attention to the word "perfection". Once there is a defect, it means that the foundation of the road is damaged and will affect future achievements.
"Elder martial brother..."
Bai Ying wanted to say something, but song Zilin interrupted her directly: "younger martial sister Bai Ying, you don't have to say much. Even if he is really a VIP of Wudang sect, he will be punished for hurting people in Wudang sect. Even if my father comes here in person, I won't change my decision."
Bai Ying sighed immediately. She understood song Zilin's temper and knew that no one could stop song Zilin unless the leader taught Song Zhen to appear here now.
Looking at Li Changsheng's eyes, she couldn't help getting angry and thought, "even if you are a VIP of the leader, you shouldn't be so arrogant. Now who can save you?"
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