Everyone on the Baizhang Peak raised their heads to look up, and saw a red figure falling gracefully from a very high cliff, a cliff thousands of feet high. However, when Dongfang Bubai's toes fell to the ground, they were so light and made no sound.

, this light skill immediately shocked everyone present.

Deng Jiuru just transferred the force of his fall to the connecting weapons of Chang Qingzi and Xiang Wentian, but the man in front of him relied entirely on his own Qinggong. Even the old Shaolin monk present was shocked and fell back.

Take two steps and look at the face of the person coming.

Dongfang Bubai arrived in front of Deng Jiuru first. Deng Jiuru was still happily recalling Dongfang Bubai's "husband" just now. At this time, he even held Dongfang Bubai's hand: "Madam, this old monk is very good at Yi Jin Jing. You can

Be more careful."

Dongfang Bubai nodded, and then looked at the Shaolin monk. The monk was also looking at him. Their eyes met. Suspicion flashed in the monk's eyes, and then he clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha, the poor monk Shaolin Fangsheng, how do you call the female benefactor, and what does it have to do with the demonic sect?"

"We had a relationship in the past, old monk, don't you know who I am?" As soon as Dongfang Bubai finished speaking, Monk Fang Sheng couldn't help but take a breath of air, took two steps back, and looked Dongfang Bubai up and down.

"Are you the leader of the Eastern Church?"

When Monk Fang Sheng said these words, everyone present, whether they were from the upright sect or the Sun Moon God Sect, couldn't help but burst out in an uproar. Very few people from the upright sect in the martial arts world had seen Dongfang Bubai. At this time, they all looked at it with wide eyes.

Although the ordinary members of the Moon God Sect have seen Dongfang Bubai rarely, the senior management headed by Ren Yingying are all very familiar with Dongfang Bubai. At this time, their expressions are the most varied.

The woman in red in front of her is Uncle Dongfang? Ren Yingying's head can't turn enough. Tong Baixiong, who has the best friendship with Dongfang Bubai, has his eyes as wide as bells, and is dumbfounded. Xiang Wen

Tian secretly complained after confirming his suspicion, as did many other elders and altar masters.

Deng Jiuru looked on with cold eyes and snorted in his heart, while Dongfang Bubai nodded to Monk Fang Sheng.

"Yes, it's me."

Monk Fang Sheng's gray eyebrows were all wrinkled. He looked at Dongfang Bubai, then at Deng Jiuru, and thought to himself, why is Dongfang Bubai so weird? If he didn't identify it carefully, he really wouldn't be able to recognize it.

This person.

"The poor monk wants to learn from you today. Isn't the master of Dongfang's magical skills really brilliant?" After saying that, Monk Fang Sheng was not polite. He flicked his broad monk's robe, raised his palms and started to attack Dongfang Bubai.

Come on, Dongfang Bubai took a step forward slightly, moved his fingers, and golden needles shot out like rain from between his ten fingers. Monk Fang Sheng did not expect that Dongfang Bubai actually shot out the golden needles. His whole body froze, and he dodged the golden needles up, down, left, and right.

A golden needle flew past his temple, and the wind it brought out violently scratched a piece of flesh.

He had just dodged the ten golden needles, but before Monk Fang Sheng could breathe a sigh of relief, Dongfang Bubai retracted his hands. The tails of the golden needles were threaded, and the tips of the golden needles turned towards the back of Monk Fang Sheng's head, and his heart suddenly turned around.

, just at this moment, Monk Fang Sheng's back was sweating. He could only hear the evil wind behind his ears, and it was too late to avoid it completely.

Monk Fang Sheng gritted his teeth and raised his whole body upward, avoiding the two well-known places on the back of his head and the back of his heart. Eight golden needles flew past his soles, and the remaining two were pierced into his legs.

On his thigh, one stick was pierced into his heel, and two sticks were stuck into acupuncture points. Monk Fang Sheng's body froze in the air, and he fell from the air with a "plop", and he fainted on the spot.

It only takes a moment to master this move. Dongfang Bubai's technique is too fast. People with mediocre martial arts skills can't even see how Dongfang Bubai strikes, nor what weapons and moves he uses.

, they only watched Dongfang Bubai not move three steps away from where he was, but Monk Fang Sheng couldn't get even close to him. He dodged left and right, jumped up and down, and finally fell over and fell unconscious.

However, those with profound knowledge present, such as the heads of several major sects and the elders of the Sun Moon God Sect, could see it clearly and couldn't help but feel secretly surprised.

At this time, a dozen young monks from the Shaolin Temple swarmed up and rescued the unconscious monk Fang Sheng. The head of Shaolin, the monk Fang Zheng, stepped out of the temple and saw that he had just clasped his palms together and had not even pronounced the Buddha's name.

A man with a gloomy face walked out of the Songshan Sect and spoke before Monk Fang Zheng could.

"I heard that the leader of the Eastern Cult has been missing for a long time, but I didn't expect that he was actually a bait to lure me into taking the bait. I think the demon sect has already planned to use this opportunity to catch us all in one fell swoop. Such vicious thoughts are so clever, so clever!"

Dongfang Bubai glanced at this man and recognized him as Zuo Lengchan from the Songshan Sect. Deng Jiuru curled up his lips when he heard this from behind and said loudly: "Fart! I said you are too flattering to you idiots. My wife stretches out her hand."

I mean, it’s easy to kill your whole group in one night, so what kind of bait is needed to get you people to Heimu Cliff, and then fart so hard that the stench of Heimu Cliff is filled to the sky, disgusting!”

Zuo Lengchan was so choked by Deng Jiuru's words that his face turned black. At this time, he suppressed his anger, ignored Deng Jiuru, and handed Dongfang Bubai a hand: "Master Dongfang is so brilliant in martial arts. I have a few brothers here who want to learn from each other.

Dongfang Cult Master’s martial arts skills, I wonder if Dongfang Cult Master dares to challenge him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, twelve people from the Songshan Sect walked out and stood with Zuo Lengchan. They were the famous Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan Sect. The thirteen people fought side by side, and the tips of the thirteen long swords shone with cold light.

Dongfang Bubai's expression did not change at all. He glanced at the thirteen people across from him and nodded: "Why don't you dare?"

Later, Deng Jiuru shouted again: "Thirteen Taibao, I said that you got this nickname, didn't you clearly tell others that you are a loser? Thirteen is 'too full'!"

Fei Bin couldn't help but get angry after hearing this, and stared at Deng Jiuru. Just as he was about to speak, Zuo Lengchan stopped him: "Fourth Junior Brother, don't fall for that brat's provocation. He is very cunning and makes a few of us angry.

, naturally he lost his cool and forgot about the rules, and let others take advantage of him."

Deng Jiuru couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "I said you farted and you kept doing it. My wife still needs me to use provocation to deal with you guys? Damn, no matter how many people you have, you will still be a loser, let alone deal with you thirteen.

Even one hundred and thirty, my wife is not afraid!"

Deng Jiuru was very talkative and very damaging. Many members of the Sun Moon God Sect couldn't help bursting into laughter after hearing this. Even on the side of the decent sect, some people who were dissatisfied with the Songshan sect found it funny and couldn't help but laugh.

With a smile on his face, Zuo Lengchan couldn't stand it any longer no matter how deep he was in the city. He lowered his face and said to all the fellow disciples: "What are you waiting for? Come on!"

Thirteen swords attacked Dongfang Bubai at the same time, surrounding Dongfang Bubai. Although the Songshan sect did not have a sword formation, these thirteen people were familiar with each other's martial arts methods, so when they cooperated, they did not restrain each other, but instead

Very understanding.

Zuo Lengchan and others fixed their eyes on the golden needle between Dongfang Bubai's ten fingers. As soon as the golden needle came out, the thirteen people stepped forward and dodged. They raised their swords and did not hit the golden needle, but struck down the red line that passed through the golden needle. They

A few people just saw clearly that this golden needle is extremely difficult to deal with. Even if they dodge it, the other party will pull the thread and attack again from behind. Therefore, they came up with the first move and wanted to cut off the red thread involving the golden needle.

.

Who knew that their swords struck the red line, and the red line was not damaged at all. Dongfang Bubai's internal force penetrated the line. At this time, the line touched the long sword, and the thirteen long swords were knocked away by the surging internal force of the line.

Five of the thirteen swords flew straight out, four of them fell off the cliff, and the other one, what a coincidence, fell into the area where the Songshan Sect was located.

The sword came so fast that the people standing outside the battle circle watching the battle could not react. The sword flew over and struck a young disciple on the arm. He immediately heard the disciple scream and his arm was stabbed.

Wear a pair.

Deng Jiuru clapped and booed from behind: "Well, what a Thirteen Songshan Taibao, what a set of Songshan swordsmanship, to stab one's own people, brilliant, brilliant!"

At this moment, Dongfang Bubai's eight red threads were wrapped around eight other swords. With a cry of inner strength, Dongfang Bubai snorted coldly: "Let them all go!"

As soon as the words of the hand were finished, the eight swords were released in response. Zuo Lengchan made a final struggle and jumped into the air. He stretched out his hand to grab the sword that had been pulled into the air. At this time, he was so angry that he couldn't help it.

Deng Jiuru, who paid for his life, smiled again.

"I said that the Songshan sect really listens to my wife's words. I think you might as well just switch to the Sun Moon God Sect. No, you're too lazy. You might as well do this. My wife and I still lack some integrity.

Servants who wash feet with water and pour chamber pots, you might as well just sign the deed of betrayal and become a servant to my wife!"

While Deng Jiuru was making sarcastic remarks, Zuo Lengchan chased the sword thrown into the air by Dongfang Bubai and arrived at the edge of the cliff. Just one finger away, the sword fell straight down the cliff. Zuo Lengchan was so angry that he was furious.

He jumped up a big piece, with his toes touching the rocks, and he hurried over, not towards Dongfang Bubai, but towards Deng Jiuru.
Chapter completed!