"Who else?"

The scene was silent, only Lin Xiaohu's voice was echoing.

People from various sects and a group of martial arts people were all silent, and even showed fear in their eyes. When Lin Xiaohu glanced over, he retreated repeatedly.

Even Master Miejue had not supported one move. This young man was too fierce, and he was too fierce when he appeared somewhere.

Many people looked at Master Kongwen, and among the remaining people present, he had the deepest skills.

"Oh, let me learn the young hero's tricks."

Master Kongwen sighed and walked out of the crowd.

He glanced at the tiger soul knife in Lin Xiaohu's hand and said lightly: "Forgive me, donor, I'm not good at using weapons."

"Swish, if you don't use it, you won't use it. You can still deal with you with your fists."

Lin Xiaohu smiled disdainfully and returned the tiger soul to the sheath, then punched it out directly, as fast as a phantom, rubbing with the air, bursting like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, with a terrifying power.

"Taste my tiger-shaped fist."

Master Kongwen did not dare to be arrogant and hurriedly used his special skills.

"Valoric Palm!"

The yellow inner energy of his palm flashed, as if dyed into gold, facing Lin Xiaohu's fist.

With a bang, the fists and palms intersected, deafening.

A stream of air flowed from the two of them to the center and swept across the world. Many people with shallow skills were blown to the ground.

Crack! The sound of fracture sounded.

Master Kongwen's expression changed and he took several steps back.

He glanced at his bloody palm, which had been wiped out, and smiled bitterly.

"I lost."

"You are so awesome that I've numb my hands." Lin Xiaohu moved his fists and said.

Upon hearing this, Master Kongwen's wry smile became deeper.

"I am willing to accept the loss. In the future, Shaolin will no longer make things difficult for Zhang Cuishan and his wife, and will no longer ask about the Dragon Slaying Sword."

After a promise, Kong Wen took everyone in Shaolin Temple to leave.

After the rest of the people looked at each other, they all left in shame.

"Thank you for breaking the siege of Wudang. Zhang Sanfeng, the old Taoist Wudang Sect, I don't know what the young hero calls him, where is his master, and who is his fellow disciple?" Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward and clasped his fists and said.

It was really rude to ask someone about his master, but he was really curious. He didn't know what kind of person or sect could cultivate such young masters.

"My name is Lin Xiaohu. There are no disciples in Wumen and no sects, and there is no master."

Lin Xiaohu casually said, looking at Zhang Sanfeng, a hint of excitement and fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and said, "Wudang Zhenren, Taiji Grandmaster, I grew up listening to your name since I was a child. I dared to ask the real person for advice, but I wonder if it is possible?"

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, smiled and reached out and said, "The old Taoist is just thinking about this, young hero, please make a move."

"Then I'm not polite, look at my tiger-shaped fist."

Lin Xiaohu shouted loudly and used the move he had just dealt with Monk Kongwen.

This is a martial art he learned in the Supernatural Academy. It was passed down from the Xingyi Sect in the ancient Dongxia period. It is powerful. After the birth of the Great River and Lake, it is almost a one-star mid-level martial art.

“Good boxing.”

Zhang Sanfeng praised, stretched out his palm calmly, as if he had no force, and it was soft and soft, facing Lin Xiaohu's tiger-shaped fist.

There was no explosion, no air waves, no movement.

Lin Xiaohu's expression changed. He felt as if he had hit the cotton, and there was a surge of elasticity. He bounced him out, retreated more than ten meters away, and sat on the ground.

"It's worthy of being Zhang Sanfeng. It's really amazing. If I hadn't had the blood of the Witch Clan, I might have been shocked." Lin Xiaohu took a breath.

This was the first time he had suffered a setback since he entered the world of Heaven and even began to practice.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng felt his numb palms and was also extremely surprised.

"Good guy, I didn't remove the power of the Tai Chi Mian Palm with a kilogram of force. This palm has at least a few thousand kilograms of force. It's such a monster..."

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Cao Ming was watching Lin Xiaohu's progress through a trace of his thoughts of exploring the world of the Heaven.

After seeing the scene of him fighting with Zhang Sanfeng, he smiled in silence.

"This kid really thinks he is invincible in the world.

However, Zhang Sanfeng is quite interesting. In the world of Yitian, where spiritual energy is scarce, he has cultivated such a strong internal force, and his strength has reached the peak of the middle level of one-star.

If it were not for the world's restrictions, it would have definitely broken through to a higher level.

His cultivation talent is probably super-level even if it is not a god level."

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng in the Heavenly Realm, Cao Ming thought to himself.

He is very talented and conscious, and he is a good seedling.

There is also Zhang Wuji, who, as the son of the plane, should also have good talent.

Although they are not natural humans, they cannot provide phantom source energy.

But it may be good to train and be a thug.

However, you don’t need to worry about this matter yourself. After taking down the will of the world and the world of Yitian is in line with the Blue Star, even if you let go of these good seedlings, the country probably won’t let it go and will cultivate it for itself.

Put this aside.

Afterwards, Cao Ming looked at the progress of the world line strategy.

It has reached forty-two percent.

The rescue of Zhang Cuishan and his wife, injured Kong Wen Miejue and He Taichong and the other two, and captured the Yitian Sword, which was still very destructive to the plot, almost half of it.

"The rest of the plot mainly revolves around the Ruyang Palace and the Ming Cult. Next, we will destroy the Ruyang Palace first and then quell the Guangmingding."

Cao Ming arranged the next main task for Lin Xiaohu.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, he exclaimed lightly.

The progress of the world line's strategy jumped by another nine percentage points, reaching 51%.

Through the thoughts of the Yitian World, it turned out that Lin Xiaohu used the life potion to clear away the cold poison from Zhang Wuji's body.

Once the cold poison is cleared, many plots will be interrupted later.

However, what surprised Cao Ming was not this matter, but that he actually felt the world will of the Heavenly World, and a unique fluctuation was generated.

It seems that the world line's destruction exceeds fifty percent, and finally alarmed it.

"Are you going to resist? It's not that simple to destroy the plot, but how will the will of this world resist?"

Feeling the fluctuations in the world's will, Cao Ming said to himself.

It seems to have taken action and activated some mechanism.

But Cao Ming couldn't notice what it was.

I could only keep a close eye on Lin Xiaohu and observe the progress of what happened next.

At this time, Lin Xiaohu had received the next task prompt to destroy the Ruyang Palace.

With the gratitude of the people of Wudang Mountain and Zhang Cuishan's family, they refused their refusal and left Wudang Mountain.

After inquiring about the location of the Ruyang Palace, he rushed to the full speed.
Chapter completed!