Monk Wu Chan let out a breath of turbid air and looked at Wu Xin with shock and confusion.
"Junior Brother?"
Wuxin did not answer Wuchan's question. She looked at Lu Yudi and said frivolously,
"Any other questions? Since there's no problem, then hurry up and open it. I'm still waiting to return to Cold Mountain Temple!”
Looking at Wuxin's frivolous appearance, Wu Shuang raised her right hand. The flying sword and the spear collided, emitting a clear sound.
"Wushuang, you!"
Facing Lu Yudi's angry glare, Wushuang hugged her head and replied with a smile," I want to see how this monk can get on the Hero List. Don't worry, my position will definitely be above him!"”
Wuxin raised her eyebrows slightly." Although I'm not strong, I'm still quite capable. I hope you won't regret it."”
The tense atmosphere seemed to have suddenly calmed down. Tang Lian helped Xiao Se up, and the few of them took advantage of this time to adjust their breathing.
Lu Yudi stared at Wu Shuang and sighed helplessly. He could only turn his gaze to the sky.
……
Wuxin's real name was Ye Anshi, the son of the Demonic Sect's Grandmaster Ye Dingzhi.
Because of the turmoil in Jianghu, Ye Ding's Eastern Expedition failed. He had to keep Ye Anshi as a hostage in Beili.
In the end, Ye Anshi was taken away and raised by the abbot of Hanshan Temple, Master Wangyou.
Wuxin had a rough life and was killed by her relatives. When she was young, she was stubborn and unruly. Under the guidance of Master Wangyou, she gradually learned to give up hatred.
Wuxin was extremely talented since childhood. When he was thirteen, his martial arts had already reached the early stage of the Xiantian Realm.
The secret arts of Luosha Hall, where Hanshan Temple was located, were extremely difficult to cultivate. It was also easy to fall into the devil path, so they were called devil arts by later generations. If an ordinary person could comprehend one, they would be able to look down on the martial arts world.
Without anyone's guidance, Wuxin had cultivated the 32 Secret Skills of the Rakshasa Hall alone. He had also comprehended the supreme mental cultivation method of the 32 Devil Skills, Heart Demon Attraction. He was the only person in the world who had mastered this secret skill.
'What kind of terrifying talent is this?'
A thought appeared in the minds of all the onlookers in Qixia Town.
"A total of thirty-two mo skills! If I can learn one, I can wake up laughing in my dreams!”
"A 13-year-old middle stage Xiantian expert, what kind of monster is this!”
"I really want to know what abilities these thirty-two mo skills have."
"This is what a true genius young hero is like!”
"Old Bai, if this combo hits, I'm afraid even Madam Qian won't be able to withstand it."
"Wuxin is really lucky to have found a good master!”
……
The Peak of Mount Hua
Ling Huchong stared at the Heaven Roll and poured a mouthful of Monkey Wine into his mouth. The strong smell of alcohol stimulated his mouth.
In a moment, sword flowers appeared in the air.
He performed the Huashan Sword Technique again and again until he had no more strength left in his body. Then, he lay on the ground and muttered to himself as he looked at the sky.
"Ask the heroes of the world, who can laugh proudly in Jianghu?"
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
Muttering to himself, Ling Huchong suddenly stood up and saw Yue Lingshan leading Yue Buqun to visit him.
"Master, Junior Sister!"
Looking at Linghu Chong who hurriedly saluted, Yue Buqun snorted, with a trace of gratification," Now you know how to work hard? You must remember that you are the eldest senior brother of the Huashan Sect. You represent the face of Huashan!”
"Yes, I understand."
After thinking for a moment, Linghu Chong hugged his sword and said," Master, I want to go to the Reflection Cliff to cultivate in seclusion!”
"Go. This world is not as simple as you think. There are more geniuses than you think.”
After throwing a bag of dry rations to Linghu Chong, Yue Buqun turned around and left. Looking at the eye-catching mo skills on the Sky Roll, he clenched his fists tightly.
'As long as it's for the revival of the Huashan Sect, it doesn't matter even if I devote myself to demonic cultivation!'
……
The words on the Heaven List began to change gradually, and the appearance of a hall appeared in the air.
In the flickering candlelight, a delicate monk in a pale white robe was reflected.
The moment this person appeared, it caused a group of young girls and young married women to scream.
With the help of the candlelight, the small monk carefully flipped through a nameless secret manual in his hand.
It was as if he had entered a mysterious realm. The surroundings seemed to have stopped, and only the occasional sound of flipping could be heard.
"No, he must be reading the legendary Thirty-Two Devil Arts!”
Someone in the crowd shouted, and there was another commotion.
From the commoners to the nobles, everyone tried their best to open their eyes wide, trying to remember part of the contents of the book.
However, when the contents of the book were reflected on the Heavenly Rankings, the display was only blurry.
While the various demonic sects of the Nine Regions were vexed, Zhang Sanfeng stroked a strand of white beard and heaved a sigh of relief.
"If this incomplete demonic technique were to spread, it would definitely be a catastrophe for the martial arts world!”
The pages of the book flipped through the long night, and the morning light entered the Raksha Hall.
At this moment, Wuxin had already put down his demonic technique and sat quietly on the praying mat like an old monk.
After a full six hours, Wuxin's calm breathing gradually became hurried. His eyes that had been closed for a long time slowly opened, and the specks of black light disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only resplendent light.
"Let's call this technique Flying Treading Waves."
Dustless nodded to himself, very obviously very satisfied with his name.
After taking a few mouthfuls of dry rations, Wuxin took out another nameless secret manual and began to cultivate.
"This move is called compassion."
"Why don't we call this move Wild Waves? I'm really a genius!”
……
Looking at the unintentional reading that was like quantum fluctuations, the heroes under the Heaven Roll went from being amazed at the beginning to being jealous, and finally to being numb.
"I thought that the Buddhists would name their martial arts techniques like the Daluo Vajra Fist or the Buddha's Palm.”
"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed the monk!”
In the midst of all kinds of discussions, Wuxin only had one plan left in front of him.
"What name should I give this time?”
Wuxin's smile stopped. Unlike the previous demonic techniques, this book made Wuxin instinctively feel a little cold. The words 'Heart Demon Attraction' came into view.
With the comprehension of Heart Demon Attraction, Wuxin's loose robe began to flutter under the effect of true energy.
He slowly opened his eyes. It was no longer the fleeting black color from before. A golden and purple light overlapped in his eyes.
There was a hint of evil charm in her purity.
Wuxin opened the door of the Rakshasa Hall with a smile." I didn't expect Yiyue to break through to the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm.”
……
Wu Shuang looked at Wu Xin with even more surprise as she sized up the white-robed monk curiously.
The two flying swords flew around Wuxin and suddenly accelerated.
Wuxin still looked straight at Wu Shuang and did not look at the movements of the two flying swords. However, the moment the flying swords were about to hit him, he slightly turned his body and let the flying swords brush past him.
"It's fun, it's really fun! He had long heard that the Luosha Hall's 32 Devil Arts were awe-inspiring. Today, he really wanted to see it for himself.”
As he spoke, the four flying swords returned to the Unparalleled Sword Box.
The young man carrying the sword case slowly stopped in the air. He used his sword control true qi with a serious expression!
The fifth flying sword slowly flew out of the sword box!
"Cloud Shuttle, Azure Frost, Phoenix Flute, Jade Ruyi, Soft Finger!”
Five swords slowly surrounded Wu Shuang.
"Monk, watch carefully. This is my real sword. If you can withstand these five strikes, I will make way for you.”
Following Wu Shuang's finger, the five swords had already lined up in a row. The flashing cold light at the tips of the swords made Monk Wu Chan a little dazed.
Looking at the arrogant young man in the air, Lu Yudi shouted," Junior Brother…"
"Don't worry, I won't lose!"
Waving her hand, Wu Shuang's words were filled with confidence in her own strength.
Lu Yudi, who knew Wu Shuang's character well, shook his head helplessly and could only agree.
Looking at Wu Shuang who was floating in the air, Wuxin's lips curled into a devilish smile.
"It's not a loss."
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