Beside the White-haired Immortal, Daoist Dao Xuan, who had a somewhat immortal demeanor, had slightly cold eyes. He stroked his beard proudly and said,"Don't worry, Immortal Venerable. My disciple Wuxin from the Third Peak has already reached the initial stage of the eighth level of the Mystic King Realm in the past year. His Buddhist Golden Bell Shield has also reached the peak realm.”
"In addition, that terrifying palm technique of his called 'Myriad Rivers and Autumn Waters' is also shockingly powerful and unstoppable. His cultivation and strength were far from what he could compare to when he fought with Lord Hang a year ago. If he were to fight against Hang Tiesheng now, he would definitely be able to severely injure him within ten rounds. This time, he would definitely make Ye Xingyun suffer and even lose his life!”A cold light flashed in the eyes of the white-bearded elder.
Below the Qingyun Sect, a group of martial artists was still discussing the popular heaven-defying young man.
The storyteller, Mr. Wan, turned around and said to the group of Jianghu guests behind him in high spirits,"The Fuma is indeed a monster. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he killed Shiva and Wang Xizhi in succession. How many people in the pugilistic world can do it in such a short time?”
"That's right. I heard that Yuchi Youde used nearly four hours to defeat two people two years ago.”A green-robed woman replied.
"That's right, that's right. From the looks of it, this husband Ye's strength is too terrifying! In an instant, he beheaded the two Qingyun Sect experts.”
Mr. Wan had a smug look on his face. Then, his eyes lit up and he said,"I think Fuma Ye might be able to kill three super first-rate martial arts masters of the Qingyun Sect in a row within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!”
"Whoosh!"
There was an uproar in the Human Realm Upon Heavens. Everyone wondered if they had heard wrongly.
In the time for an incense stick to burn? Kill three Qingyun Sect members in a row? Wuxin, who was at the Eighth Stage of the Mystic King Realm, was much stronger than the Seventh Stage!
Everyone looked at Mr. Wan as if he was an idiot, thinking that he had lost his mind.
Not far away, on top of a tall building, the white-haired immortal in a black brocade robe had a livid expression and a murderous aura.
"Bullshit! This is simply a fool's dream." Among the martial artists in the Human Realm Upon Heavens, the vixen with a croaky voice and a yellow brocade robe immediately retorted,""So what if Ye Xingyun killed Shiva and Wang Xizhi from the First Peak and the Second Peak?”
" I heard that Wuxin is a peerless master at the beginning of the eighth level of the Mystic King Realm. His strength is far above Wang Xizhi and Shiva. Especially his Buddhist Golden Bell Shield, which has reached the peak realm in this year. I'm afraid he can kill Hang Tiesheng instantly."”
At this moment, a cow-nosed old man beside the yellow-robed man shook his horsetail whisk and said excitedly,"Wuxin's Buddhist Golden Bell Shield is indeed flawless. In my opinion, no one in Jianghu can break his protective divine art except for the four immortals at the peak of the highest perfection of Jianghu.”
"Whoosh!"
"So terrifying, isn't that invincible under the four immortals?”
"What Bull Nose said is true. Last month, when Abbot Shaoye, Master Huiming, sparred with him, he couldn't break through Wuxin's defense at all!”
"Looks like Ye Xingyun is going to suffer in the next battle."
"That's right. No matter how monstrous Ye Xingyun is, he can't possibly have the strength of the Four Immortals of the Martial Arts World!”
“.......”
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wan looked embarrassed. He looked at the Qingyun Sect's pavilion and did not know what to say. To be honest, even though he was supportive, he was not confident. After all, what the people of the martial arts world had said was true.
The group of martial artists who had rushed to the Nine Dragon Peak behind him were also worried about the battle between Ye Xingyun's third and fifth peaks.
The heated discussions among the martial artists were endless, but Ye Xingyun had reached the end of the stairs leading to the Qingyun Sect's third peak. He quickly stopped.
"I am Ye Xingyun, challenging the third peak's expert, Wuxin!”Ye Xingyun secretly channeled his internal energy to amplify the sound waves and shouted.
Under the gazes of everyone, a young sword cultivator holding a longsword brazenly challenged the Qingyun Sect's third peak.
"Sir Ye Xingyun, if you are not afraid of being smashed by this little monk, come in!”An enchanting voice came from the pavilion of the Third Peak.
Below the pavilion, the group of martial artists was extremely excited when they heard this voice.
"It's Wuxin! It's that young monk, it's him!"
Ye Xingyun gently slapped the door of the pavilion on the third summit.
With a bang, the door opened.
Ye Xingyun strode into the main hall of the pavilion on the Third Peak. He saw a young monk in a snow-white frock standing with his hands behind his back. However, the monk was rather arrogant and stood with his back to Ye Xingyun.
The young sword cultivator found it funny and shook his head slightly. He thought to himself that this monk's arrogance was something he had never seen before.
"Prince Consort Ye, this little monk has been waiting for a long time!”Wuxin said with an unfathomable expression.
Ye Xingyun looked at him coldly and ignored him.
However, this did not mean that he did not care about the young monk. It was just that before a battle, Ye Xingyun did not like to fight blindly with the enemy.
However, this monk's cultivation base was indeed not to be underestimated. After all, he was two realms higher than Ye Xingyun.
"A year ago, before I had mastered my divine art, I was defeated by Hang Tiesheng's Formless Vanishing Traces.”The white-robed monk was still standing with his hands behind his back, his back facing Ye Xingyun." But now, I have reached the peak of the Invincible Vajra Realm and my cultivation has reached the initial stage of the eighth level of the Mystic King Realm. Not to mention that Lord Hang, even you, Prince Consort Ye, who far surpassed Lord Hang Tiesheng, couldn't even hurt a single hair of this monk!”
Hearing this, Ye Xingyun was amused. He joked,"Monk, your words are really flawless. There's not a single hair on your head, so how can I hurt you?”
The young monk was stunned when he heard that. He laughed awkwardly and said,""If Prince Consort Qian Sui killed people with his mouth, then I am ashamed of myself.”
Ye Xingyun's expression turned cold. There must be a limit to how much he could do. He had to kill this bald monk first!
"Clang."
Ye Xingyun unsheathed his Yuanhong Sword and slashed at the back of the white-robed monk.
Since he could attack from the back, why did he have to face him head-on?
This was not a friendly match. Ye Xingyun, who had been reborn, naturally understood this extremely practical truth.
In an instant, a huge silver sword Qi pillar shot out and was about to swallow the monk.
However, the monk was obviously extremely arrogant and did not dodge at all.
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