(Kneel at the comments. The data is too bad. Give the little miss some motivation.)
"Little Junior Brother, the five great sects have ulterior motives. Don't fall for it!”
"Although I have acknowledged Xie Xun as my sworn brother, I have never done anything that would harm Wudang or the righteous sects.”
"Today, even if I die, I can't let these people tarnish the reputation of Wudang Sect.”
Zhang Cuishan took a step forward. His eyes were burning, and the aura of the Xiantian Realm instantly erupted.
"Fifth Senior Brother, don't worry! I know what to do!"
"The people in Jianghu only know about the Wudang Seven Heroes under Zhang Sanfeng, but they don't know that I'm their last disciple. Now that Master has handed the position of Wudang Sect's Sect Leader to me, I can't tarnish Wudang's reputation. I can take this opportunity to teach them a lesson and suppress the arrogance of the five big sects.”
Xiao Yao said lightly.
"Little Junior Brother, Abbot Kong Wen has already stepped into the peak of the Xiantian realm ten years ago. I'm afraid of him."
Song Yuanqiao wanted to say something but stopped.
"What's wrong?"
" You don't believe in my strength?"
Xiao Yao tilted his head and glared at Song Yuanqiao.
"I naturally believe in Junior Brother's strength!”
"However, Abbot Kong Wen has been at the peak of the Xiantian realm for many years. His strength is unfathomable and there are few opponents in the same realm. I'm afraid he's already half a step into the Grandmaster realm.”
"Moreover, the five great sect leaders might still have a backup plan!”
Song Yuanqiao was a little worried.
"No worries!"
"Today, I'll let them know the difference between the grandmaster realm and the Xiantian realm!”
Xiao Yao said with a smile.
"Amitabha!"
"Little fellow, have you considered it?"
"If I win today's battle between you and me, we will deal with Zhang Cuishan. If you win, the five great sects will no longer pursue Zhang Cuishan's wrongdoings and you can leave the mountain!”
Abbot Kong Wen put his hands together and looked at Xiao Yao with a gloomy face.
"As you wish!"
"Today, I, the ten-year-old Wudang Sect Master, will come to experience Abbot Kong Wen's brilliant moves!”
Xiao Yao nodded.
Soon, the experts of the five sects retreated one after another. Even Xie Xun retreated to the side. After all, the battle with the five elders of the Kongtong Sect had consumed a lot of his internal energy. Even though he had activated the Art of the Origin, his internal energy was still a little chaotic.
If he fought again, he would definitely be heavily injured!
At this moment, only Xiao Yao and Abbot Kong Wen were left in the martial arts field.
The two of them faced each other, and their eyes met. They could see the fighting spirit in each other's eyes.
This was a silent confrontation between experts, and the surrounding airflow seemed to have frozen.
"Little brat!"
"I've offended you!"
All of a sudden, Abbot Kong Wen shouted and dashed toward Xiao Yao with his staff in hand.
On his body, the monastic robe glowed with a faint golden light. It was as if it was enveloped by Buddhist light, and it was also like an arhat awakening. A powerful aura erupted.
" One of the Four Divine Monks of Shaolin?"
"I thought he was a kind person, but I didn't expect him to have the ambition to fight for the world!”
"Shaolin is no longer the same as it was in the past."
Seeing Abbot Kong Wen rushing over, Xiao Yao shook his head and sighed. He slowly put down his hands behind his back.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Abbot Kong Wen rushed into the sky and activated Shaolin's Nine Yang Skill. His Buddhist staff suddenly exerted strength and golden light filled the air as he smashed down at Xiao Yao.
"As expected of Shaolin's internal energy. Although the internal energy is dense, the attack method is too crude!”
Xiao Yao saw through Abbot Kong Wen's attack at a glance. He raised his hand and gently moved it forward to grab Abbot Kong Wen's staff. It was as if he was trying to pull a thousand pounds with just a few taels of silver. The staff stopped when it touched Xiao Yao's hand.
Bang!
Abbot Kong Wen's expression changed drastically. He could feel a gentle and unparalleled gale of Gang Qi coming from the Buddhist staff. It was pure and gentle, and it used softness to break hardness, directly sending him flying.
Clang!
Abbot Kong Wen's figure flew backward and then landed heavily on the ground, shattering the bluestone under his feet. The monk staff in his hand was thrown away and heavily stabbed into the martial arts field, creating a huge crack.
After retreating more than ten steps, Abbot Kong Wen finally stabilized his figure, his expression unusually solemn.
"Pure Yang Limitless Art?"
"What powerful internal strength!"
"This little guy's strength is indeed terrifying. He's only ten years old and he's able to cultivate Wudang's supreme mental cultivation method to such a level!”
"As expected of a martial arts genius. With such strength, he is indeed a grandmaster.”
"However, he's only at the initial stage of the Grandmaster Realm!”
Abbot Kong Wen took a deep breath and stared at Xiao Yao.
He did not expect that even though he had been at the peak of the Xiantian realm for a full ten years, he was still facing a Grandmaster expert like a grain of sand facing the vast ocean. He was still under immense pressure!
This was a form of power!
It was the pressure from the realm!
"Is this the strength of a grandmaster?”
"You resolved Abbot Kong Wen's attack with one move?”
Priestess Miejue's eyes twitched as she felt an unprecedented pressure.
"What kind of level is the grandmaster realm?”
"Could it be that even a peak Xiantian expert can be suppressed with one move?”
He Taichong took a deep breath, his eyes bursting with a powerful fighting spirit.
How glorious was it to be able to fight against a Grandmaster?
This was the only way to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts!
He would become stronger if he met someone stronger!
Only by not encountering stronger experts could he become stronger!
"The four great divine monks of Shaolin Temple only have this much strength?”
Xiao Yao pouted.
Up until now, he was still calm, neither servile nor overbearing, neither happy nor worried. His state of mind was as calm as ever, and there was a calmness, calmness, and maturity that did not match his age.
"Humph!"
"Take this!"
Kong Wen stomped on the ground and shattered the mountain rocks. He turned his hands into claws and rushed toward Xiao Yao again.
"Hmm?"
"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand?"
He saw that Kong Wen's attacks were changing with each move. His attacks were very fierce, and each move was aimed at his vital points.
"Today, I'll let you experience the ultimate technique of my Wudang Sect!”
Xiao Yao narrowed his eyes and moved his feet. As if accompanied by a hurricane, he appeared in front of Abbot Kong Wen.
"Nayun!"
"Snatch the pearls!"
"Fishing Moon!"
"Wind-Catcher!"
At this moment, Kong Wen's attacks became stronger and stronger. The power of Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand was extremely fierce. Every move shook the void and distorted the airflow.
A faint golden halo appeared on Abbot Kong Wen's body. This was a type of force!
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