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

Ten days later, Taoist Mingxu returned.

After learning about the attack of Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang, he did not blame Shi Wujie. After all, he was of the same generation as his master Taoist Song Chen, and even now he could not guarantee that he could be his opponent.

As for who defeated Yuan Tingjiang, Shu Jianqing did not hide it and told Taoist Mingxu the whole story.

After listening to this, the Taoist priest was silent for a long time and fell into deep thought.

Shu Jianqing was suddenly confused.

She thought that Taoist Mingxu would laugh heartily. After all, his disciple was able to defeat the Blood Demon Hand, which had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time. This was a matter of honor for both him and Fuzhen Temple.

Shu Jianqing grew up in Fuzhen Temple and was obsessed with alchemy. He went down the mountain only a few times over the years, so naturally he didn't understand some of the complexities.

Since the attack on Fuzhen Temple, some changes have quietly taken place in the temple.

The eldest senior brother Shi Wujie became taciturn and locked himself in the practice room all day long. Many disciples who were originally lazy in practicing martial arts seemed to have become different people and began to practice diligently.

And Yan Xiu became mysterious and tall in everyone's heart.

After all, the scene of how Yuan Tingjiang was pinned to the mountain with just two moves that day was still vivid in people’s minds.

The few people who came to the rescue that day spread the news to the world, causing an uproar.

Some people were surprised that Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang was still alive, but more were shocked at who was the man who could kill this murderer who had been roaming the martial arts world for decades with just two moves.

Some people said that Taoist Song Chen was not dead and was living in seclusion in Fuzhen Temple. After all, the two were sworn enemies in the past. Others said that he was just a passing expert who saw injustice.

There were even rumors that it was an unknown little Taoist priest in the temple who did it, and this statement immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Henceforth, for a long period of time afterwards, countless people from the martial arts world came to visit the mountain, just to ask for a chance to meet that senior.

Fuzhen Temple is like a wall, and the wind from the outside world can never blow in.

...

The autumn weather is clear and the leaves are falling.

Autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Inside the martial arts training ground, a group of disciples were standing in a circle in the middle, shouting excitedly. In the pavilion, Yan Zhengzheng was sparring with his fourth senior brother Li Feng.

Since the death of the previous fourth senior brother, Taoist Mingxu's disciples took his place, and Yan Xiu naturally became the fifth junior brother from the sixth junior brother.

Yan Xiu stood in the middle of the field with his left hand behind his back. Li Feng used both his fists and feet, but no matter how the latter attacked, he was always easily resolved by him, and he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Yan Xiu gently exerted force with his wrist, and Li Feng was pushed out more than ten steps before he could barely stand.

Suddenly there were cheers all around.

Li Feng laughed, not feeling embarrassed, and said jokingly: "Junior brother still held back, could it be that he felt sorry for a useless person like me who has lost one eye?"

After saying this, he took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a big gulp.

The hardships he encountered when he came down the mountain and entered the world only made him depressed for about a month. Afterwards, he seemed to be reborn and regained his spirits. However, his alcoholism remained.

By chance, Li Feng discovered that his fifth junior fellow apprentice had unique insights into martial arts and was always able to enlighten him when he was stuck in a bottleneck.

This made Li Feng feel like he had found a treasure. Regardless of whether Yan Xiutong agreed or not, he came to visit him diligently every day and took advantage of him whenever he could. His cultivation level also improved rapidly, and now he has entered the fifth level of Bone Tempering Realm.

Ever since he completed the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, Yan Xiu's bones and comprehension have been reshaped to perfection. Seeing that the fifth level was a long way off, he began to guide his disciples in their practice in the temple.

With his record of defeating Yuan Tingjiang with just two moves, naturally countless disciples asked him for guidance. Among them, there were also many female disciples who came just to take a look at his handsome appearance. Over time, his reputation among the disciples became higher and higher.

In his opinion, the martial arts of Fuzhen Temple were not top-notch, but thanks to his reshaped bones and understanding, it only took him half a month to master all the martial arts techniques in Cangwu Pavilion.

Therefore, when teaching the disciples in the temple, he could easily point out all the shortcomings of them and correct them.

At this time, a little Taoist boy came running over, bowed to everyone, and stammered, "Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, someone... someone broke into the Taoist temple and injured our disciples!"

Ever since that incident, the eldest senior brother Shi Wujie became a martial arts fanatic, the second senior sister Shu Jianqing was obsessed with alchemy and not good at socializing, the third senior brother was too dull, and Yan Xiu was indifferent by nature.

Unless an important person comes to visit, Taoist Mingxu will not show up easily, so the important task of receiving guests at Fuzhen Temple is given to Li Feng.

Li Feng frowned immediately and said in a deep voice: "Junior brother, why don't you come with me?"

Yan Xiu shook his head and still refused.

But he was puzzled. With such a vivid example of the tragic death of Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang in front of him, how could anyone dare to trespass into Fuzhen Temple?

In front of the gate.

A cold and beautiful woman in a corset stood in the encirclement with an indifferent expression. At her feet lay three or five disciples whose arms had been removed, wailing.

"Who are you? Why did you break into my mountain gate and injure my disciples?" a disciple shouted angrily.

The cold and beautiful woman did not reply.

After a moment of stalemate, Li Feng and others finally arrived.

Li Feng glanced at the situation on the scene and spoke slowly.

"Sir, what can we discuss? Can you let me take my disciples to heal their wounds first? If they have offended you, I would like to apologize to you."

Then he bowed and waited for the woman to speak.

"can."

Then several disciples took the injured lying on the ground away.

"Your disciples are so arrogant that they want to chase people away without any explanation."

The woman's voice was as cold as she was.

Upon hearing this, Li Feng glared at the disciples around him, and then apologized, "Please come into the hall to talk, benefactor."

After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation.

The woman hesitated for a moment and then walked into the reception hall.

"What are you looking at? Go and help your fellow disciples heal their wounds!" Li Feng scolded.

All the disciples immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

In the hall.

Li Feng personally served a cup of fragrant tea and asked the woman why she came.

"I came here hoping to have a fight with the senior who defeated Yuan Tingjiang. I hope that the young Taoist priest can help me."

Li Feng laughed and denied it naturally.

Unexpectedly, the woman sneered and said, "You may fool others with this little trick, but you can't fool me.

If you don't get to see that senior today, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Upon hearing this, Li Feng put away his warm smile and the true energy in his body surged.

Although he couldn't tell the depth of the man in front of him, he was the representative of Fuzhen Temple after all. If he was frightened by a few words like that, how could he keep his dignity?

"You are only at the fifth level of Bone Tempering. I advise you to give up. You are no match for me."

Li Feng was not surprised that the woman could see through his cultivation level at a glance.

"If the donor is determined to do so, then we can only see the truth in action."

As soon as the words fell, the two men's moves collided with each other, and suddenly a strong wind of true energy swept through the entire reception hall, and the tables, chairs and benches exploded, and dust fell.

Li Feng suddenly felt the blood and energy in his body surging, and he took several steps back before he avoided stumbling and falling.

Ding Wanhua glanced at him with a hint of surprise.

With her cultivation level of the third level of Transformation, it would be easy for her to crush a Bone Tempering Realm cultivator. Unexpectedly, Li Feng could actually take her attack.

The huge commotion attracted the attention of many disciples, and they all ran over here.

Yan Xiu was naturally no exception.

After waiting for about a cup of tea and still not seeing any other brothers taking action, he slowly stood up.

When he arrived at the courtyard, he saw two figures fighting each other.

Ding Wanhua, who had the upper hand, seemed to be unyielding and pressed Li Feng step by step, but in fact she was leaving some strength in every move.

Yan Xiu knew that she was trying to provoke him into taking action.

He stepped on the Yunlong Sanzhe and inserted himself into the fight between the two like a ghost. He gently pushed Li Feng with his left hand to send him away, and then clamped Ding Wanhua's sword with his right hand.

"My guess was right. Senior, you are finally willing to take action."

When Ding Wanhua saw someone trying to stop them, she couldn't help but reveal a triumphant smile.