"At least ten times the power of the golden buddha!”
Yun Jian felt the golden energy that had just entered his body. He knew that this Psyche Power would not be of much help to his own strength, but the Buddhist Divine Power, the Heavenly Eye, was magical. At this moment, Yun Jian was extremely eager for this energy. This was because he knew that there must be great benefits hidden in it. It was just that he did not know how to develop it, or it was something that was not suitable for this world at all!
Otherwise, why was he the only one who could sense it? No, only the Heavenly Book could sense it.
"What do you mean by calling us here? It can't be just to watch you worship Buddha, right?”
The person who spoke was dressed like a scholar. Yun Jian had just arrived and Linghu Chong was right behind him. His identity was self-evident.
"Sect Master Yue, you seem to be in a hurry to die!”
Yun Jian's sarcastic words were the complete opposite of his attitude towards Linghu Chong.
Everyone felt strange when they saw this scene. After all, Linghu Chong was Yue Buqun's disciple.
"What is Buddha? Humans are Buddhas, and demons are Buddhas."
Dao Master Wu Liang!
Hearing Yun Jian's words, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yun Jian in surprise. He didn't expect Yun Jian to say such words.
At this moment, Yun Jian looked at the group. At this moment, everyone was prepared to fight to the death. Yun Jian could not help but wave his hands. The corpses on the praying mats were swept away by him, and the remaining praying mats appeared under everyone's feet.
"Sit!"
Looking at Yun Jian's appearance, everyone was shocked. If it weren't for the corpses of the Shaolin monks all over the ground, they wouldn't have been unable to sit on them!
"Hmph, stop pretending. The blood debt on your hands can't be washed away even if you deduct Buddha ten thousand times!”
Looking at Yun Jian as if he was an old monk meditating, the Kunlun Sect Master, Taichong, and Yue Buqun immediately looked at Yun Jian with disdain.
They and the Ming Cult were both on Mount Kunlun. However, Mount Kunlun was extremely huge. The Ming Cult was in the west while they were in the east. Of course, the strength of Mount Kunlun was completely suppressed by the Ming Cult!
Yue Buqun naturally had to retaliate against Yun Jian's mockery, but Yun Jian said disdainfully:
"If you want to sit, you don't have the qualifications yet. There are four seats. Perfected Zhang, Sect Master Qiao, and the Tang Sect's Sect Master. Ma Yu can barely be considered one.”
Hearing Yun Jian's words, those who were called out were naturally noticed by Yun Jian, but those who were not called out were undoubtedly gloomy.
The most important thing for people in the martial arts world was to maintain their reputation. Now that Yun Jian was completely ignoring them, how could they be willing to accept this?
"Humph, demonic thief, just tell me what you're plotting?”
"Conspiracy? Do you think I have any other schemes? If he had waved his hand just now, no one would have survived!”
"You…"
This was blatant contempt. However, Wei Yixiao and the others also looked disdainful. After all, although the Noble Sword Yue Buqun's strength was not bad, it was only barely acceptable in their eyes.
"I know what you guys are thinking. Are you very unwilling? However, you have to accept your fate even if you're unwilling. Similarly, don't think that you can capture the leader just because you're close to me. With your sect's strength, I don't care about anyone else except Perfected Zhang.”
Seeing the unconvinced look in everyone's eyes, Yun Jian could not help but look at the group of martial arts masters and say,"
"Although I don't want to kill you today, I can't let you out for no reason. So…"
"Other than Wudang Sect, if any of you can survive three moves from me, I'll let you leave. Of course, if you lose, the winner will be king and the loser will be bandits.”
Hearing Yun Jian's words, everyone was furious. He was looking down on them. Three moves? Yun Jian meant that other than Zhang Sanfeng, no one else could last three moves against her.
"You're going too far. Let me fight you!”
Looking at Yun Jian, Qiao Feng suddenly threw a palm strike at him. This palm strike was very ordinary, but in Qiao Feng's hands, there was a kind of dominance that was not inferior to the ultimate arts of various sects.
Pa!
Yun Jian met it with a casual palm strike. This palm strike used 70% of Yun Jian's internal energy. Even with Qiao Feng's overbearing palm force, Yun Jian was forced back a few steps before stopping.
A seemingly calm palm could break through Qiao Feng's palm power. Everyone looked at Yun Jian in shock. Only Shaolin and Zhang Sanfeng did not find it strange at all. They had seen Yun Jian's strength with their own eyes.
"Use your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
"Good!"
The Mighty Dragon Regrets!
This palm strike was clearly the first of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but in Qiao Feng's hands, it was as overbearing as a god descending into the world, unstoppable!
Everyone was shocked. They did not expect that although Qiao Feng was young, his strength was above many sect masters.
"Great Vajra Palm!"
When the people from Yunjian saw that Yunjian's palm was still so calm, they were all surprised.
Bang!
The two palms collided, and Qiao Feng was instantly sent flying. Yun Jian also took three steps back before stopping.
Puff!
With a heavy blow, everyone looked at Qiao Feng's burly body and spat out a mouthful of blood. They were all shocked.
"As expected of Beiqiao Peak, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is indeed the number one palm in the world!!”
He was no longer the same as when he had just come out. At this moment, Qiao Feng was still able to force him back three steps with a single palm strike. His martial arts skills were on par with the purple-robed Dragon King.
It might seem like he was belittling him, but the purple-robed dragon king had inherited his inner energy, which was a Half-step to Inborn. As for Qiao Feng, although he was legendary in later generations, he only had a set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that he could use. His internal energy was just the most ordinary Shaolin internal energy.
Of course, there were no fortuitous encounters, which also showed Qiao Feng's talent. Therefore, a set of ordinary Taizu Long Fist could only display endless power in his hands.
"Young Master, you flatter me. Qiao Feng admires Young Master's martial arts!”
His full-strength palm could only force Yun Jian three steps away, and he had already suffered internal injuries. Qiao Feng knew that he had already lost.
"Actually, Gang Leader Qiao lost in terms of internal energy. I have a book on the Wedding Dress Divine Art here. I wonder if Gang Leader Qiao dares to practice it?”
"Gang Leader Qiao, no!"
Although Yun Jian had succeeded, the faces of those who knew about the Wedding Dress Divine Art changed drastically.
"Hehehe, Gang Leader Qiao is afraid!”
"Hahaha, what are you talking about, Young Master? I have also heard of the Married Dress Divine Art. Young Master cultivated this art a few days ago. After dispersing his art, he almost lost his life in an ambush.”
Seeing Qiao Feng brazenly accept the Wedding Dress Divine Art that Yun Jian handed over, everyone turned pale with fright.
"Amitabha!"
Only Kong Jian looked at Qiao Feng. He knew the secret of this technique, but he had also promised Yun Jian that he would not tell anyone about it. Even if there was a deep hatred between them, he still kept his promise.
"Right and wrong, true and false, Gang Leader Qiao's encounter might allow Gang Leader Qiao to truly achieve great success.”
After Yun Jian finished speaking, he no longer looked at Qiao Feng. Instead, he looked at the others. Right now, all the legendary martial arts masters were looking at Yun Jian with solemn expressions.
"Who else is coming?"
"The Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect shall experience your brilliant moves!”
As soon as Yun Jian finished speaking, Ma Yu and the others walked out. Looking at the Quan Zhen Seven, Yun Jian nodded.
"Fine, I'll use my sword technique to break your Big Dipper Formation!”
Yun Jian stretched out his hand, and in an instant, the long sword in Daoist Tian Men's hand was unsheathed and landed in Yun Jian's hand.
"Alright, we, the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect, shall experience your skills!”
Seeing that Yun Jian wanted to challenge them with his sword, Ma Yu and the others 'expressions changed. However, none of them retreated. They still did not believe that their Tiangang Sword Formation would be inferior to Yun Jian's sword technique.
"Hehehe, get ready!"
After hearing Yun Jian's words, the Seven Sons of Quanzhen stepped on the Seven Stars at the same time. After a quick walk, the seven of them actually stood on the positions of the Big Dipper!
Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, and Sun Buqi stood at Dubhe, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Epsilon, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang. When the seven of them formed the formation, the seven Sword Qi actually gathered into one. Everyone looked curiously at the Quanzhen Seven Sons. This Tiangang Dipper Formation was really interesting.
"Interesting. I'm going to make my move. Devilbane Divine Sword!!”
As soon as the sword technique was used, everyone saw Yun Jian instantly arrive in the array. The sword technique was as fast as lightning. Other than the young master and the others, no one could see Yun Jian's sword at all. It was too fast!
Ding, ding, ding…
The sound of metal clashing could be heard. Everyone realized how powerful Yun Jian's sword technique was, but the Seven Disciples of Quan Zhen Sect were sent flying!
The Quanzhen Seven Sons weren't strong?
No, it was because Yun Jian's sword was too fast. In the world of martial arts, speed was the only thing that could not be broken. No matter how ingenious their martial arts were, their speed could not keep up. How could they attack Yun Jian? Instead, they were full of flaws in front of Yun Jian!
"Seven Stars Return to One!"
After the seven of them were pushed away by Yun Jian, they gathered again. The seven of them were still at the seven stars, but each of them placed a palm on the shoulder of the person beside them. The seven of them connected their internal strength and combined into one. At the same time, the seven of them stabbed at Yun Jian with their seven swords.
Yun Jian saw the swords of the seven people coming at him and did not dodge.
Ding!
The tips of the eight longswords gathered at a point. Everyone watched as Yun Jian tried to resist the internal strength of the seven experts at the same time!
The internal strength of seven first-rate experts combined. The group of people added up to at least three hundred years of internal strength. Even if they couldn't unleash seventy to eighty percent of their strength, forty to fifty percent was still extremely terrifying.
However, when the crowd saw that the sword in Yun Jian's hand did not even bend, and that Yun Jian's face did not even have the slightest hint of seriousness, looking very relaxed, all the martial artists were extremely shocked.
Bang!
With the sound of the air vibrating, Yun Jian had already retracted his sword, while the seven of them were all sent flying by the sword qi.
Rip!
Under the sword qi that erupted from the cloud sword, a sword mark appeared on each of the seven people's shoulders. This sword mark shocked everyone.
Because if Yun Jian had just slightly tilted his hand, the seven of them would have immediately lost their lives. How could everyone not be shocked?
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