Zhutian: Integrating exercises, I will practice the strongest martial arts

Baiyun Town.

A prosperous town not far from the foot of Songshan Mountain.

In an ordinary inn not far from the Shaolin stronghold.

Lin Wuye withdrew from his understanding of martial arts, and a faint sword intent appeared in his eyes.

Sword intent, that is a deeper manifestation of the realm of martial arts.

A fist has a fist intent, and a sword has a sword intent.

However, after the mastery of general martial arts reaches a perfect state, it is necessary to realize the artistic conception in its martial arts.

The innate state is a state where the main focus is artistic conception, true energy is second, and the mastery of artistic conception is the core.

And now, Lin Wuye has already grasped a trace of sword intent before stepping into the innate realm.

It is enough to see that his combat power has increased a lot!

The sword intent flashed past, and everything became peaceful again.

"come yet?"

Lin Wuye got up indifferently, looked up at the window, except for the pedestrians coming and going on the street, there was no other abnormality.

But in the next second, the whole street was in chaos.

Powerful auras approached quickly, and in a place that ordinary people could not perceive, a strong evil spirit surged from all directions.

Invisibly, the entire inn was locked by this invisible energy.

"Oh, is this Shaolin's Arhat Conquering Demon Formation? It's interesting..."

Lin Wuye was not at all afraid of the locking of these qi machines, but instead glanced with interest at the positions of dozens of arhats hidden around him.

And directly in front of him, the aura and evil spirit that was several times thicker than those around him rushed straight towards Lin Wuye.

The air flow was rolling, and Lin Wuye's long hair was blown into the air, as if he was excitedly dancing in the air because he felt a strong enemy.

"Shaolin is about to make a move. Judging from this momentum and the surrounding formations, it is estimated that the person coming is the head of the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple, Jue Yao!"

"I didn't expect that Shaolin has been silent in recent years, and the first move is made by a strong man of this level. He really deserves to be the leader of the martial arts!"

Many martial arts professionals who stayed in Baiyun Town hid not far away to observe.

"Brother Huang, do you think Lin Wuye can survive under the head of Luohan Hall?"

Ren Daqing is also not far away, this kind of battle probably no martial artist would want to miss.

"Well, it's hard to say. As the head of the academy, Jue Yao's strength must not be underestimated. At Lin Wuye's age, it may be difficult to resist such an offensive!"

Huang Shiqi just glanced at Jue Yao from a distance, and his heart jumped wildly, a feeling of extreme danger emerged spontaneously!

But he didn't have this kind of feeling on Lin Wuye's body. It is conceivable that Lin Wuye will lose this battle!
Of course, he is not the only one who thinks this way, probably one of the many martial arts practitioners present thinks this way!
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A middle-aged monk in a yellow Buddhist robe walked towards the inn with steady strides.

Jue Yao landed one step at a time on the road paved with big bluestone bricks, leaving deep footprints, as if the big bluestone bricks were a piece of soft soil.

The pupils of many martial arts practitioners shrank suddenly. It can be said that no one present can compare with this kind of skill.

What's more frightening is that Jue Yao's breath is very stable, which is enough to show that this step is very easy for him!

From the time he appeared to the inn, there was a distance of hundreds of meters, but his seemingly unhappy footsteps had already arrived at the door of the inn within a few seconds.

The boss and the guys in the inn were already frightened and ran away.

Now Lin Wuye is the only one in the entire inn.

Jue Yao stopped, raised his eyes slightly, and opened his mouth slightly: "Lin Wuye, come down and die!"

Lin Wuye just looked at Jue Yao coldly, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly paused, and then looked at the roof of a house in front of him.

"Hahaha, if you want to touch my little junior brother, you have to pass the level of Quanzhen Qiu Chuji first!"

A deep laughter resounded through the entire sky, and a middle-aged Taoist in a dark Taoist robe floated down on the roof.

He was carrying a refined steel dao sword on his back, with a murderous sword aura in his brows, and a black beard fluttering in the wind.

This person is Qiu Chuji, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and his martial arts is also the strongest among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

"Why is Qiu Chuji here?"

"Didn't you hear! That Lin Wuye is Qiu Chuji's junior!"

"What! So this Lin Wuye is also the disciple of Wang Chongyang, the number one king of Huashan Sword Discourse 16 years ago!"

"No wonder you have such combat power and realm!"

The martial arts practitioners in the dark looked at Qiu Chuji who suddenly appeared in amazement, and immediately exploded, discussing one after another.

"Senior Brother Qiu, why are you here?"

Lin Wuye looked in surprise at Qiu Chuji who had already stepped on the airflow and came to him, and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Hahaha, junior brother, I happened to be traveling around here, and I never wanted to hear about you beheading Shaolin Juekong. Senior brother is worried about your safety, so I came here to help."

Qiu Chuji laughed heartily, looking at the little junior brother in front of him with a steady breath and a skill that even he couldn't see through, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Although he had already received a letter from Quanzhen Sect, he still couldn't believe it when he saw Lin Wuye now.

Of course, I was also sincerely happy for Lin Wuye in my heart.

For a while, the two chatted without any scruples, not paying any attention to being surrounded by Shaolin.

Jue Yao's face darkened in an instant. He was the first seat in the Arhat Hall, but he was ignored by others!

How could this be endured!

"That's enough for the two of you! Qiu Chuji and you Quanzhen Sect are going to start a war with me, Shaolin!"

Jue Yao's furious voice was combined with the technique of the Buddhist lion's roar, and many tiles and boards burst instantly.

It also interrupted the reminiscence between Lin Wuye and Qiu Chuji.

The two of them looked down at the red-faced, clown-like feeling.

It's just that Qiu Chuji's face was slightly serious, and he realized that Jue Yao's aura was much stronger than his, which was obviously something he hadn't noticed before.

In order to come to help Lin Wuye, although he was extremely chic when he appeared on the stage, he didn't have time to observe.

Only now did he realize that Jue Yao's strength was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

But Lin Wuye's eyes were cold, and he looked at Jue Yao calmly, as indifferently as looking at a dead person.

"Junior brother, let me hold this feeling for a while, you run quickly!"

Qiu Chuji took a step forward to stand in front of Lin Wuye, but secretly notified Lin Wuye with the sound transmission technique that the internal force in his body was already running extremely fast.

Just wait for Lin Wuye to nod, and immediately explode, delaying time for him!

"Senior brother, I'm just a mere boy, why do you need to take action!"

Lin Wuye looked at Qiu Chuji's tense body, smiled slightly, raised his hand to press Qiu Chuji's shoulder, and slowly walked out behind him.

"Let's see, Junior Brother, how to kill these fake bald donkeys!"