I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Yuan Tingjiang wiped his hands, which were stained with brain matter, on his green Taoist robe and continued to climb the mountain.

"In just over a decade, this Fuzhen Temple has become so weak that there isn't even a single capable fighter."

Yuan Tingjiang shook his head, his tone full of regret.

"Old Songchen, I am so disappointed with your disciples."

Behind him, the corpses of Fuzhen Temple's disciples were lying in a mess.

Look inside.

A disciple with a pale face and lifeless eyes stumbled in, muttering to himself.

"Big...Big Brother, they are dead, all dead, they are all dead..."

Shi Wujie, who was giving guidance to his disciples in the hall, frowned.

With a light tap of his feet, he leaped out of the hall like a big bird and landed lightly in front of the disciple.

"Why are you so panicked?"

The dazed disciple looked up and saw Shi Wujie, as if he had found his backbone. He grabbed his clothes with trembling hands, his knuckles turning white.

"Big Brother, someone broke into the mountain gate without permission and killed all the disciples guarding the mountain without explanation. They are all dead..."

When Shi Wujie heard this, his eyebrows immediately raised.

"What?! Who is it?"

Taoist Mingxu had just left, and such a big thing happened as soon as I took over Fuzhen Temple. I will inevitably be punished when my master comes back. How can I hold my head up in front of the disciples in the future?

It just so happened that he had already broken through to the peak of the fourth-grade Bone Tempering Realm and was only one step away from the third-grade realm. It was a good opportunity for him to test his sword on this blind thief today.

The disciple shook his head in horror, indicating that he didn't know.

Shi Wujie snorted coldly, picked up his sword and left, and many disciples behind him followed him with anger in their eyes.

In front of the Taoist temple gate.

Yuan Tingjiang and Shi Wujie happened to meet.

The former held a surviving disciple in each of his hands, which were as big as palm-leaf fans, and his hair, as messy as weeds, was stained with blood.

Shi Wujie pointed his sword at Yuan Tingjiang and shouted angrily, "Who are you? Why did you trespass into Fuzhen Temple and kill my disciples?"

Yuan Tingjiang grinned and smashed the corpse in his hand in response.

Shi Wujie took on the two men with his gentle true energy, and after seeing their injuries clearly, his rage grew even more intense.

The two men were almost unrecognizable, no longer in human form, and were only breathing their last breath.

"Brother, save...save me, I don't want to...die."

Shi Wujie's eyes suddenly turned red with anger, and he turned into a shadow and rushed away.

The long sword in his hand swung quickly, turning into sword energy and slashing out. The violent true energy shattered the branches and leaves along the way.

Yuan Tingjiang took a big step forward and actually caught it with both hands.

Bang, bang, bang!

The moment the two collided, there was a sound of metal clashing and sparks flew.

Shi Wujie was startled, and when he saw the pair of red hands clearly, he suddenly remembered something, and then his face changed abruptly.

"Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang! Aren't you dead?!"

Yuan Tingjiang showed a nostalgic look on his face. He didn't expect that someone still remembered his name after so many years.

"There are still people who remember my name. It seems that Song Chen's disciples are not useless. It's a pity that I can't kill him with my own hands. It's really a great regret in life."

Shi Wujie was shocked and frightened.

The man in front of him was the one who caused a bloody storm in the martial arts world twenty years ago. He slaughtered countless martial arts heroes with his bloody hands.

Even after many years, some elderly people still feel frightened when they talk about what happened back then.

Some disciples also remembered Yuan Tingjiang's vicious reputation and took a few steps back involuntarily.

"Damn it!"

Shi Wujie cursed in his heart.

He couldn't retreat at this time, because behind him was the Fuzhen Temple. If he retreated, according to Yuan Tingjiang's bloodthirsty nature, he would definitely massacre the entire Taoist temple.

Then he shouted angrily again and used the unique sword skills of Fuzhen Temple to kill.

A blinding cold light burst out, and seven sword energies that were almost condensed into substance attacked Yuan Tingjiang from all directions.

"Nine Swords of Fuzhen, not bad, not bad. I didn't expect to see old man Songchen's famous skills again after so many years. It's a pity that you only learned the basics and didn't get a glimpse of the essence!"

Yuan Tingjiang poured his strong inner energy into his palms, grabbed one of the sword energies and crushed it.

In just two breaths, the seven real sword energies were shattered one by one by him, and Shi Wujie was also hit by a giant red palm, spurting blood and flying back to the gate of the Taoist temple.

"Brother!"

All the disciples rushed forward.

Some even went so far as to surround and kill them with swords in hand.

Shi Wujie immediately spoke out to stop him when he saw this, and in his excitement he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Bloody true energy burst out from Yuan Tingjiang's body, and all the disciples who rushed towards him were repelled away.

For a moment, there were wailings everywhere.

...

Cliff edge.

Of course he knew exactly what was happening in front of the Taoist temple gate.

Just then, a disciple ran up panting.

"Brother Yan, there are thieves who have broken into Fuzhen Temple. Second Sister wants you to go and provide support."

Yan Xiu responded, and after the disciple who delivered the message left, he slowly stood up, lightly jumped off the cliff, and glided away like a roc soaring in the sky.

In front of the gate.

A graceful figure and her disciples formed a sword formation to surround Yuan Tingjiang.

It was the second senior sister Shu Jianqing.

After receiving the notice, she rushed over without stopping and organized her disciples to form a formation to fight the enemy.

However, she also knew that this was just a delaying tactic, because Yuan Tingjiang in the formation looked relaxed and unconcerned in the face of the siege, and did not take them seriously at all.

She has already sent people down the mountain to ask for help, but judging by the current situation, the people who come will only be able to collect their bodies.

Thinking of this, Shu Jianqing felt bitter.

"Little girl, you have ruined old man Song Chen's Five Elements Heart-Scaring Formation like this. If he knew about this, he would jump out of his coffin."

After Yuan Tingjiang finished speaking, he raised his arm and the sword formation that seemed to be full of murderous intent was broken in an instant. The disciples were hit hard one by one, spitting blood and flying backwards.

Just as Yuan Tingjiang was about to start a killing spree, he suddenly looked up into the sky.

"what is that?"

Several disciples also discovered something unusual.

I saw a black dot slowly floating in the sky, getting bigger and bigger, and finally a human figure appeared and landed on the roof.

The person was facing away from the sun, so it was difficult to see his face clearly.

Yan Xiu stood at the corner of the eaves, with a tall and slender figure, his hands behind his back, and a powerful and breathtaking aura emanating from his whole body.

Shu Jianqing forced himself to suppress the blood that was rushing up, feeling confused and uncertain, not knowing whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend.

Yuan Tingjiang's expression at this moment became unusually serious.

"It seems that old Song Chen still has someone to take over. I didn't expect that he has reached the third-grade level at such a young age. I underestimated you. I guess the person that old eunuch wants me to kill is you."

He originally thought that this action was just a simple formality. As for what the old eunuch said, he naturally would not believe a word. He just came out this time to relax his muscles.

However, he never thought that Yan Xiu actually had the cultivation level of the top three, which made Yuan Tingjiang excited.

If he really came here to kill these chickens and dogs, he really wouldn't be interested.

When the disciples of Fuzhen Temple heard this, they were all stunned.

Top three levels of cultivation?

Could it be that there are still some masters who have hidden themselves from the world in Fuzhen Temple?

Just when everyone was confused, Yan Xiu spoke.

"Who are you, and why did you break into the mountain gate and kill my disciples of Fuzhen Temple?"

Shu Jianqing and the others felt a sinking feeling in their hearts when they heard Yan Xiu's voice.

In their opinion, Yan Xiu was only at the Body Tempering Stage, not even at the middle third level, so how could he resist the ferocious god before him.

As for the top three masters that Yuan Tingjiang mentioned, could it be Yan Xiu?

Thinking of this, Shu Jianqing inexplicably felt a glimmer of hope in his heart, because Yan Xiu always gave him a feeling of being unfathomable.

"Just kill him, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Yuan Tingjiang said nonchalantly, with an eagerness to fight rising in his heart.

He suddenly exerted force with his legs, jumped into the air, and landed on the roof more than ten feet away from Yan Xiu.

"He has reached the third level of transformation and his internal Qi is condensed. He looks like a master and must be taken seriously."

Yan Xiu thought to himself while mobilizing the spiritual power in his body. His green Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds.

Suddenly, a suffocating pressure erupted from Yuan Tingjiang, causing many of the lower disciples to tremble all over. Only then did Shu Jianqing and others realize how terrifying Yuan Tingjiang was.

It turned out that he had never used even one level of his skills before!

Can Junior Brother Yan resist such a vicious man?