Daqin: I fell from the sky, the first emperor regarded me as a fairy

"Don't worry, King Ruyang can't turn the sky, the day he comes will be the time to go to hell." Li Qingyun's voice made the hearts of those present slightly chill.

They were surprised to find that they didn't have any doubts, or even took it for granted.

Li Qingyun and Brother Zheng were arranged by Zhang Sanfeng to the two best rooms in Wudang Mountain, and the disciples of Wudang Sect were dispatched one after another to the various sects in the Wulin.

The world is once again undercurrent surging.

......

a week later.

Ruyang Palace.

Whoa!

"What did you say?"

King Ruyang threw a ceramic teacup on the ground and broke it into eight petals. He looked down at the trembling servant kneeling on the ground with a ferocious expression.

"My lord...the person who came here is...that's what he said. He said that the princess has been detained on Wudang Mountain, and he wants you to lead the troops to bring it back."

"Where are the two elders Xuanming, where are Ada and the others?" King Ruyang asked roaringly.

"They... are all dead." After the servant kneeling on the ground finished speaking, he bowed his head to the ground. Fortunately, it was a marble floor. If it was mud, he might have to crawl into it.

"Waste, a bunch of waste." King Ruyang gasped, and smashed the things in the hall randomly, some famous calligraphy, paintings and antiques were smashed to pieces.

Whoosh!

After a long time, King Ruyang calmed down a little, and said coldly: "Notify your subordinates to gather troops. This king will raze Wudang Mountain to the ground."

The servant didn't dare to take a breath, so he responded and hurriedly retreated.

Only King Ruyang's heavy panting was left in the hall.

After a few breaths.

"Come on! Prepare the horse for me, the king is going to the palace."

"Yes!"

......

The gate of Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain.

"Master, they have a lot of evil spirits."

Song Yuanqiao glanced at the five cavalrymen behind him. He still recognized the apprentice's words. He could feel the strong evil spirit on these people, and he didn't know how many people they had killed.

Only then can such evil spirits be produced.

He instinctively didn't like it. Wudang is a Taoist sect, so obviously he couldn't accept this kind of thing.

But not offended either.

After a week, we finally arrived at the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

After he announced his name, several monks from Shaolin Temple walked out of the mountain gate and greeted them with smiles.

"Please forgive Song Daxia for waiting so long."

The leading monk clasped his hands together, showing apologetic expression.

Song Yuanqiao knew this person, and the candidate for the presidency was second only to the abbot in Shaolin Temple in terms of martial arts and fame.

It was normal for him to come to greet him.

"Master Yuanming, it's been a long time. I'm here to discuss matters with the abbot of your monastery under the order of Master. I hope you will inform me."

"Oh!"

A gleam of light flashed in Yuanming's eyes, and he inadvertently glanced at the people behind Song Yuanqiao, his gaze fixed.

"I don't know who are the people behind Song Daxia?"

really.

Song Yuanqiao felt a little headache. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was not a member of the Wudang sect. How should this be explained?

"They are guests of our Wudang Sect. They heard that they are going to come to Shaolin Temple, so Master sent us to come and have a look."

"Oh, really?"

Chapter 117 Picking Shaolin Abbot with a Sword!

"Oh, really!"

Yuan Ming nodded and didn't ask too much.

"Hero Song, please come in, the abbot is waiting inside." Yuan Ming stepped aside and signaled Song Yuanqiao to go first.

"However, these few need to stay outside and wait."

Song Yuanqiao lowered the foot he had just lifted before he stepped out.

"Master Yuanming, they are also entrusted by my master, I hope it will be convenient for them to go in."

"No, they are too evil, and soldiers are not allowed to enter the temple, which will disturb the Buddha's rest."

Yuan Ming clasped his palms together and said Amitabha Buddha, and behind him two monks held sticks and blocked several cavalrymen.

"This...."

Song Yuanqiao looked at the leader of the cavalry in embarrassment and asked for his opinion.

"If I insist on going in." The leader of the cavalry took off the helmet on his head, revealing a face as sharp as a knife, and his eyes shot at Yuan Ming like a knife.

Yuan Ming looked directly at the cavalry leader, his eyes were calm and without any waves.

"Then I'm sorry."

"Okay, then let me see the unique martial arts of Shaolin Temple." Wang Li laughed loudly, jumped off his horse, and punched Yuan Ming.

The fist is like thunder, and the sound is loud.

Feeling Wang Li's aura, Yuan Ming's expression changed, and he spread his palms. Using his inner strength, he used Shaolin Temple's unique skills to fight Wang Li.

It's a pity that before they had played two rounds, they were stopped by a voice.

"Abbot Kongwen!" Song Yuanqiao couldn't help calling out respectfully when he saw the person coming.

Yuan Ming stopped his hands and came behind Abbot Kongwen, his eyes regained his calm.

"It's such a deep internal force!" Master Kongwen looked at Wang Li with a flash of light, none of these cavalry was simple.

"I don't know which general you are subordinate to?"

"Qin!" Wang Li said lightly, put on his helmet, and returned to his mount.

Abbot Kongwen thought for a long time, but he didn't think that the general surnamed Qin had such warriors as soldiers, what a waste of money.

"Since the abbot has come out, I'll say it here." Wang Li saw that the abbot didn't intend to continue entanglement, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Abbot Kongwen heard the words, turned his head to look at Song Yuanqiao, and asked what it meant.

"Abbot, we are instructed by our master to lead the way for them. We still need them to talk about the specific matters."

Song Yuanqiao pointed to Wang Li and the others.

"Oh!" Master Kongwen frowned, looked at the people on both sides with thoughtful eyes, "What do you need to come to Shaolin Temple?"

"According to the king's order, Shaolin Temple will lead all high-level officials to Wudang Mountain, and they will arrive within a week."

"Oh, I don't know if the king of your family is the prince of the court?" Hearing the word "wang shang", Abbot Kong Wen couldn't help but think of the prince of the court, so he asked.

"Yuan Ting, he is not worthy!"

"Remember, lead all the senior officials of Shaolin Temple to Wudang Mountain within a week, or they will be wiped out!"

Wang Li's words made everyone's complexion change drastically, even if Abbot Kong Wen was good at raising Qi, he was a little sullen.

"My Shaolin Temple stands on this land, not for a day or two, and I have never been afraid of threats. You go back and report, Shaolin Temple is waiting to destroy the sect."

"Really!" Wang Li smiled, showing his snow-white teeth.

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the shadow of the sword fluttered.

Wang Li was the first to strike, the long sword trembled, opened and closed, and the sword was aimed at the vital parts, and a strong evil spirit burst out from his body.

Like a god of death returning from hell.

During this year, they fought in the hinterland of the Xiongnu, and even the peoples in the north, and the evil spirit accumulated was unpredictable.

Because they were valued by Ying Zheng, the name of the legion was officially changed.

Black Dragoon Legion.

is their new name.

Clang!

Abbot Kongwen didn't expect Wang Li to make a sudden move, he was caught off guard, and the Zen stick in his hand collided with the long sword.

There was a crisp sound, and yellow flowers radiated in all directions.

"What a great strength, what a deep internal force." Abbot Kong Wen's face darkened, he knew that he had met an opponent, and he used all his strength to fight Wang Li.

Seeing that the abbot was suffering, Yuan Ming and the other two monks wanted to attack, but they were stopped by other cavalry.

The two sides started a battle in front of the Shaolin Temple.

This made Song Yuanqiao and his disciple look at each other in blank dismay, and they hit it off after talking.

"Master, shall we help that?"

A disciple came up to him and whispered.

Song Yuanqiao gave him an angry look, "If you want to help that, go ahead."

That disciple shrank his head resentfully, he couldn't even beat that one.

During the conversation, the two sides fought for more than ten rounds, regardless of the outcome.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes were very complicated. Abbot Kongwen was a first-class master in the martial arts, and his inner strength was even more profound. Even his master had praised him.

But he didn't expect that the general on the opposite side could have such internal strength, which really surprised him.

It is also the existence of the top among first-class masters.

And the other cavalry are not bad either, they should be at the level of second-rate masters.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

He remembered that there seemed to be more than 60 cavalrymen in total, if they were all second-rate masters.

Song Yuanqiao didn't dare to think about it anymore, a gust of cold wind pierced his forehead.

Where did this person come from, and that person on Wudang Mountain.

"Humph!"

"Abbot!"

In his thoughts, muffled groans and exclamations sounded at the same time.

Song Yuanqiao quickly raised his eyes and was surprised. The sword of General Wang Li had already been placed on Abbot Kongwen's neck, and traces of blood had flowed down the bronze sword.

Abbot Kongwen's complexion was a little pale.

Obviously, Abbot Kongwen lost.

"The old monk is defeated, I'll let you deal with it." Abbot Kong Wen clasped his hands together, said Amitabha, and closed his eyes.

But it took a long time before the person on the other side made a move.

Opening his eyes, he saw the man put away his long sword.

"I'll spare your life for the time being, you have to come to Wudang Mountain in a week, otherwise we will not be the only ones coming." Wang Li gave Kong Wen a cold look.

"you..."

Seeing that the swords were still tense, Song Yuanqiao walked between the two of them and said, "We have detained King Ruyang's daughter. King Ruyang will definitely send troops to attack Wudang Mountain. I hope the abbot can go there."

He described what happened on Wudang Mountain with embellishment.

Abbot Kongwen frowned when he heard the words, and after a moment of silence, he said to Song Yuanqiao.