Chapter 22: Thunderbolt Hands to Become Kun

The next day, at Guangmingding, all the masters of the Ming Cult gathered in the lobby. After several battles, several people were covered in scars and were seriously injured.

"Yang Xiao, six major sects are attacking the mountain. You summon us, what's the matter?" Zhou Dian said with a polite expression.

"If you have something to say, Yang Xiao, we are not here for you. The Ming Cult cannot be destroyed. At the critical moment of the Ming Cult's life and death, if you don't say something that everyone believes in, don't blame me Zhang Zhong for being polite." Zhang Zhong, the Tieguan Taoist, said coldly.

"Hehe, why are you welcome? I asked Yang Zuojun to call everyone." The green-winged bat king Wei Yixiao looked bad and said with a strange smile.

He originally intended to take advantage of this crisis and the opportunity of Ming Cult's masters gathering again to push Yang Xiao to the position of leader. Why is the Ming Cult split up? It is because the position of leader is empty. It is just that he is a little wishful thinking, and the people scattered are unhappy and have grudges. Unexpectedly, so many years have passed and they have not yet seen it.

He sighed inwardly, and looked at Yang Xiao with shame. This time he had arranged it. Yang Xiao was finally convinced by him, but he didn't expect that the people who scattered the world will still come to destroy the situation at this time.

Yang Xiao was also a little disappointed. The Ming Cult has been in decline for a long time and urgently needs to revive the Ming Cult. This time it is a crisis and an opportunity. Unfortunately, before the five scattered people could speak, the two of them sang opposite each other. Seeing Wei Yixiao, they nodded slightly to him and signaled to continue.

"Bat King, what's the matter? What else can I care about when the Ming Cult has become like this?"

Monk Peng Yingyu was dissatisfied with Zhou Dian's demotion. The few of them were all human beings. They didn't know what each other meant. The Ming Cult has become like this and is still there to care about their own small grudges, so they said to Wei Yixiao.

"Haha, Bat King, please make arrangements if you have something to do, I Leng Qian supports it." Leng Qian smiled.

"Hahaha, Bat King, you said, the monk still has the amount of stomach." The Budai monk smiled.

He couldn't speak, Zhou Dian and Tieguan Taoist looked bad immediately. Three people from Wusan supported Wei Yixiao, and with one left envoy and one king, the overall situation was decided.

"Swish, bang bang!"

"No, who is it?"

Suddenly, a figure flew out, hurting Peng Yingyu and the cold-faced scholar. Yang Xiao had the highest cultivation level, but the person came too quickly, so he had only time to remind him.

"Swish!"

The green-winged bat king Wei Yixiao moved first, Yang Xiao followed closely behind, Zhou Dian and others also reacted, let go of their grudges for the time being, and besieged the people together.

In the cloth bag, Zhang Wuji was telling Yang Guan about his experience in the past few years. Suddenly, he paused and said to Yang Guan: "Senior Brother, you heard that the fight broke out outside."

Yang Guan focused his mind and heard the sound of bang bang. After a while, the fight stopped. One person was telling some grudges. He knew in his heart that this was just a hard work. He was suffering in the first half of his life. His woman married someone else. After finally getting revenge, he met Zhang Wuji, the nemesis of his life, and he was forced to continue his hard work and had no chance to turn around.

"It's him, senior brother, he is the thunder hand, and it's him who caused the family to be destroyed. I want to avenge my foster father." Zhang Wuji said excitedly and angrily.

"Oh? He is actually Cheng Kun. This old guy is pretty bad. He even kills children, and he is inhumane! But Wuji, we are trapped in this Hunyuan air bag, and we can't kill him."

Yang Guan listened to Cheng Kun's performance and said, in fact, he really wanted to say, "Wuji, you go, I support you spiritually." Unfortunately, the two of them were trapped here together, and they had to go even if they didn't go.

"Let me out, let me out!" Zhang Wuji struggled violently and said loudly.

"This silly boy!" Yang Guan was speechless. Chunyang's internal energy moved and quickly moved his whole body to defend.

"Who is it?" Cheng Kun shouted loudly, stopped the passionate speech, looked at Hunyuan Yiqi Bag, gathered his fingers into a sword, and flashed with a figure, and a magical Yin pointed at Hunyuan Yiqi Bag.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Zhang Wuji suddenly said.

Damn, it wasn't what my master called, but he actually hit me. My master was angry. A shiny light flashed in his eyes, and a sword finger gathered. Following the attacking Yin and Cold finger force, a sharp, omnipotent momentum suddenly rose, and Hunyuan's air bag rose and expanded rapidly.

"Swish!"

One finger broke through the air, and the two fingers connected, the Yin-Han true qi penetrated into the bag, and the Pure Yang sword finger blocked the attack, but the Yin-Han true qi was fierce and thick. Yang Guan was unable to defeat him, and he focused his mind and pointed out his fingers. In an instant, he did not know how many fingers he pointed out, and the small inch of his fingers were all pointed.

"boom!"

The next moment, Cheng Kun suddenly retreated, and Hunyuan's air bag flew away with a bang. Looking at the fingertips, Cheng Kun's eyes condensed, and saw red blood flowing out of his fingertips. He turned around and swept everyone in the clue, laughing nervously.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, I didn't expect you to hide such a young master, but your swordsmanship is good. Unfortunately, I don't have a long sword in my hand, and my internal cultivation is still two points lower than mine. Hey, Ming Cult will be destroyed today!"

At the end, his expression was extremely firm and murderous intent. His figure shook, and he pointed his sword at Hunyuan's air bag and hit several Yin and cold finger forces.

"Senior brother, I'll do it." After seeing Yang Guan repel Cheng Kun, Zhang Wuji's face turned pale and volunteered to say.

As he said that, a surge of heat filled the Hunyuan air bag. Yang Guan was shocked and underestimated the Nine Yang Divine Art. This power was better than the Chunyang Wuji Divine Art. He secretly made up his mind to obtain the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Cheng Kun's magical Yin finger was difficult to catch. He was afraid that he had broken through the innate for a long time. Yang Guan tried his best and almost exhausted his internal strength before he could repel it. The main reason was that his internal strength was not deep, and at most he would only achieve a small success. He did not have a sword in his hand. He would naturally suffer a loss when dealing with it head-on.

"Boom boom boom!"

Zhang Wuji has a strong internal strength. When he raises his hand and feet, he has a great power. Although he lacks some moves, his voice is greater than that of Yang Guan and he is in a stalemate with Cheng Kun.

Outside, Cheng Kun looked solemn. He had noticed that there were two people in the bag, but he didn't expect that one was more difficult than the other. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his actions were even more vicious.

"I can't say it, who is in this bag? This person cannot be cultivated!" Yang Xiao looked solemn and asked the cloth bag monk.

Everyone was also very curious and looked at him. Cheng Kun's cultivation level knew that they didn't expect that there was such a master hidden in a broken bag of the cloth monk.

Seeing this, the Budai Monk couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "There are two people in this bag, one is the silly boy who came from the Bat King, and the other, when he saw him suspicious on the way to Guangmingding, he coaxed him and took the opportunity to put him in an air bag."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh. Wei Yixiao looked shocked and afraid. Unexpectedly, the silly boy had such cultivation, but fortunately he didn't attack him.

"boom!"

"Ah! Senior brother, I can't stand it, it's so hot!" Suddenly, a stream of cold and vicious true energy invaded Zhang Wuji's body. Unexpectedly, like an explosive oil pan, the Nine Yang true energy suddenly lost control, rolled and surging, running around in his body.

Zhang Wuji's body rose red, and streams of Nine Yang True Qi overflowed, filling the entire Hunyuan Yiqi bag. However, the Hunyuan Yiqi bag was made of extraordinary material and the true qi was difficult to penetrate. The Nine Yang true qi could not be released, so the temperature in the bag rose rapidly.

"Wuji, concentrate! Silently recite the Nine Yang Sutra!" It was a little difficult to breathe, and the skin turned red. Yang Guan quickly circulated the pure yang internal force in his body to resist the high temperature in his bag, and spoke at the same time.

The Nine Yang True Sutra is profound and profound, with every word being a pearl. Zhang Wuji has practiced for many years and naturally knows it. When he heard this, the Nine Yang True Sutra flowed into his heart. "All it is quiet and there is no one but still, and quiet must be as quiet as a mountain. The so-called strong is his strength, and the breeze blows on the hills. There is no movement, and the movement should be like a river. The so-called he lets him go horizontally and the bright moon shines on the river. From then on, it will be able to be applied to the body in a year or two. This is all intention, not strength. Over time, people will control me, and I will not control me...."

"Ah! Boom!"

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji's aura surged, and the Nine Yang True Qi surged out in a mighty way. The entire Hunyuan Qi bag exploded, and Zhang Wuji and Yang Guan escaped.

"Chengkun, die!" As soon as he saw Chengkun, Zhang Wuji shouted angrily and punched him out, and a ripple appeared in the air. The Nine Yang true energy curled up smoke and a hot air attacked.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Power was achieved, and his entire body was completely broken. His true energy was endless, thick and huge, and his power was extraordinary.

He did not dare to neglect his true energy in his body condensed, and Cheng Kun greeted him with one finger.

"boom!"

"Puchi!" Cheng Kun was defeated and was knocked away. He vomited blood. He glanced at Zhang Wuji hard, took advantage of the opportunity to flee quickly.
Chapter completed!