Gu Xuan's eyes were slightly weak, and Bei Shaolin had the confidence to deal with him, and he was here.

However, there was no change on the face, and Feng Qingyun said as if he was calm: "Yes, I wonder which monk is willing to come to the stage to compete?"

"Shenhou, please listen to my monk for a while." Fang Zheng said calmly, paused, and then said, "There are three uncles in our temple who practice martial arts together and meditate together all year round. When fighting against others, no matter whether the other party is one or ten, they will face it together.

The Shenhou can choose two more and compete with the Shenhou with the three uncles as the last game."

Before he finished speaking, Duan Tianya and others frowned. Three more powerful people from the Northern Shaolin generation were even stronger, and no one of these people was known to be very strong.

What's more, the tacit understanding they have together for many years will definitely make it more difficult for them to deal with.

However, there was no second most powerful person in the imperial guards this time. Choosing two more was completely useless and had no effect.

Gu Xuan did not have much surprise. As a monk, the most powerful one was never an individual. For example, except for Master Bodhidharma, almost no monk was called the world's number one at that time.

They have always won by the large number of people and powerful people, and the formations are united.

If they deal with him, the great master Zhang Sanfeng said personally, the North Shaolin will not underestimate the enemy, so their confidence lies in only two aspects.

One is the Grand Master, and the other is the multi-person formation.

There are too few great masters. Except for Zhang Sanfeng, 99% of people in the world don’t know if there is another great master.

Not to mention whether there is any or not, even if there is, it will not be taken out to deal with him after hiding for many years.

And he prefers not.

Then there is only the second method, the multi-person formation.

After a moment of silence, he spoke solemnly: "Okay, but this time I did not bring other masters, so I will only compete with the three masters."

Fang Zheng naturally had no objection, so he nodded, "Junior Brother Fang Sheng, please ask the three uncles to come out of seclusion."

"Yes." A monk next to him replied and turned around and left.

"Please wait for a moment." Fang Zheng said kindly.

"It's okay." Gu Xuan said lightly.

Before we could wait for a long time, the three old monks arrived together.

The leader in the middle was blinded. The old monk on the left looked dark, and the old monk on the right looked pale, all of which looked very distinctive.

"I have seen Uncle Master (Uncle Master)." Immediately, all the monks saluted one after another.

The leader raised his hand and walked to the opposite side of Gu Xuan. The three of them bowed: "I have seen the Lord of God."

"The three masters don't have to be too polite." Gu Xuan raised his hand to help.

"Mr. Shenhou, my father is called Due'er. This white-faced junior brother is called Due'er. This black-faced junior brother is called Due'er. This black-faced junior brother is called Due'er. Today is rude. I will learn about the master's skills." The leader Due'er said politely.

"Please, three masters." Gu Xuandao's expression became truly solemn without realizing it.

The other party is very strong.

Maybe even stronger than he thought.

"Be careful of the Gods." Du'er said another sentence.

Then, suddenly, a long black rope appeared from nowhere? I don’t know when it appeared?

He appeared in front of Gu Xuan so strangely and pointed to his chest. There was no sound of wind during the whole process.

Gu Xuan shrank his eyes and moved to the extreme with the wind, like a gust of breeze retreating rapidly.

But the long rope seemed to have no length limit and followed Gu Xuan.

Suddenly, two similar long black ropes appeared on his left and right sides, pointing to him together.

It was like the three long ropes of black lightning, as fast as the wind and as thunder. It seemed that no matter what was blocking them, it would definitely be penetrated by destruction.

Gu Xuan frowned. The three long ropes were perfectly matched. He did not find any loopholes and could only deal with three at the same time.

After a few steps in the blink of an eye, he took a certain step. The thick true energy and blood energy instantly merged into one, forming a blue round shield like a substance in front of him.

"Bang!"

The three collision sounds were like one, Gu Xuan's figure did not move at all, and three long ropes flew backwards, returning to the hands of the three monks Du'er.

At this time, the three monks looked at Gu Xuan with a little puzzled look.

"The God Marquis is so powerful! The best among the great masters is worthy of his reputation." Du'er spoke with a little amazement.

Even the strong man at the peak of the Grandmaster, facing the combined attack of the three of them just now, he would not be able to resist with his skills and would completely force them back, without any obstacles.

This skill is simply incredible among the masters and cannot exist.

But if you want to talk about a great master, it doesn’t look like a master, it seems to be both internal and external?

In short, they couldn't see through it, only knowing that they had encountered an unprecedented enemy.

With one look, the three of them understood each other's intentions and determined how to deal with this battle.

"The master is rewarded." Gu Xuan said modestly, and was also thinking about the way to break the enemy.

The three old monks are all very strong and can hardly finish it. What's even more terrifying is that the cooperation they showed in just one short move was perfect.

In the Grandmaster realm, I am afraid no one can defeat them. It is impossible for famous Grandmasters to be at the peak of the Grandmaster from Ning Daoqi of the Sui Kingdom, the Sword Immortal of the Ming Dynasty, etc.

Even if it was the original Zhu Wushi, he would probably have to use his skills far beyond the same level to seek a chance of winning.

As for him now, he seems to be able to force himself to suppress him with his strength.

And if possible, he didn't want to do this. Such a master is rare to encounter, and combat experience has always been what he hopes to enhance.

The monks, Duan Tianya and others were all focused on each other and were shocked. Their skills were really shocking.

"Be careful, Lord Shen." Suddenly, Due spoke and shouted softly.

Gu Xuan concentrated his mind and saw three long ropes attacking him again, with a tricky angle and a dragon. He cooperated with each other and even weaved a dense net in front of him.

Without resisting again, Suifengbu used it again and cooperated with the Deyu Palm to take the initiative to deal with it.

Then, what appeared before everyone was as if there were three poisonous dragons fighting against people, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

The rolling waves of air spread, causing them around to retreat again and again.

Gu Xuan frowned and did not relax for a moment. In terms of strength, he was naturally far stronger than these Sandu, and his martial arts were not weaker than them.

It’s just that some martial arts cannot be easily used, after all, they belong to the eight major sects.

But at this moment, without using all his strength, he was completely under pressure.

The cooperation between the three opponents was too strong, and he could not find any flaws. If he was originally a six-point defensive and four-point offensive, but gradually, the more defensive the less offensive the more.

However, his combat experience is a little bit rich.

He frowned, and Sandu was also frowning.

What a powerful force!

It seems that they have the upper hand, but in fact they feel that they can't do anything to each other.

Whenever it is possible to hurt the other party, the other party will have a very powerful palm and resist it, as if facing a mountain with no choice.

After dozens of breaths, the three crosses of the lights met, the three long ropes were taken back, and the three of them surrounded Gu Xuan in the center.

"Horse God, be careful. The Vajra Demon Suppressing Circle that I have been practicing for many years. If the God, I can break it, I will admit defeat."

Du'er spoke again, his tone was calm, but he exuded extreme confidence.

Gu Xuan was a little disappointed. There were not many cases of enhancing combat experience just now.

"Please, three masters."

Taking a light breath, Gu Xuandao was ready.

Du Er and the other two stopped saying anything, and three long ropes came out again.

This time, it seemed as if three Yangtze Rivers appeared, converging from three different directions, forming a huge circle above Gu Xuan with a diameter of more than ten feet.

The golden light burst out brightly, and the endless pressure was vast and dignified, just like the Yangtze River.

Gu Xuan only felt his body sinking, like a slump, unable to move, and every part of his body was facing mountain-like pressure.

The instinct of the Great Transfer of the Universe transfers these pressures to other directions, but this pressure is like a water swelling, endless and endless.

He moved the front and the back again, but he still couldn't move.

After counting breaths, he tried to stop the great movement of the universe and resist.

Most of the monks in the Northern Shaolin were smiling confidently when they saw this.

The Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is a unique skill of magic, and it is also produced by three uncles (uncle masters) who have been practicing together for decades. Under the great master, they absolutely do not believe that anyone can crack it.

Even this Iron-Daoshima, who was already enough to shock them, would never be possible.

They won this battle.

Then the Iron-Divine Marquis probably had to leave in shame and could not say any new policy.

Although Duan Tianya and others had great confidence in Gu Xuan, they couldn't help but feel a little worried at this time.

The terrifying power was terrifying, and their bodies were instinctively soft and trembling, not to mention the adoptive father (Shenhou) who was in the center.
To be continued...