Chapter 232

At the foot of Kunlun mountain.

In an inn.

At this time, due to the birth of the temple of God of war, the world did not know how many warriors gathered in Kunlun mountain to witness the style of the temple of God of war. After all, for thousands of years, as long as alive, those who come out of the temple of the God of war are at least perfect, and there are even martial arts myths.

No warrior will ignore such a great opportunity that is hard to meet in a thousand years. As a result, the Inns at the foot of Kunlun Mountain are crowded.

And then.

Outside the inn, two figures came slowly. On the left was a calm looking man, and on the right was a teenage girl carved with powder and jade.

"Third uncle."

"What are we doing here?"

The little girl looked up at the man and asked in a low voice.

"Let you see what is murderous." The man's vision is far-reaching, light says.

Of course, they are su Qin and Li Wan.

Li Wan understood the meaning of the sword left by Su Qin day and night. There was no realm of swordsmanship, but it was lack of murderous spirit. Su Qin took advantage of the chance of the birth of the temple of God of war to bring Li Wan out.

The cultivation of martial arts, especially Kendo, requires a lot of life and death. As a princess of the Tang Dynasty, Li Wan has a high status. In the Imperial Palace, who dares to attack Li Wan?

Therefore, Su Qin came out with Li Wan. In any case, even without Li Wan, Su Qin would come to Kunlun Mountain for a visit. It's just a matter of lifting a finger.

"Oh..."

when Li Wan heard Su Qin's words, he immediately stood by Su Qin's side.

When they entered the inn, the waiter immediately welcomed them and said respectfully, "ladies and gentlemen, please come upstairs."

The shopkeeper's eyes were fierce. Although he could not see anything from Su Qin, the more so, the more he dared not be careless.

During this time, I don't know how many martial arts people have passed by. Maybe Su Qin is a hermit master.

Soon.

After su Qin sat down, Li Wan also sat next to him.

"There are days left."

Su Qin looked up at the top of Kunlun Mountain, and now under close observation, he had a more thorough feeling of the specific time when the temple of war god was born.

When he was in Chang'an City, he was thousands of miles away from Kunlun mountain. Although he could feel the air mechanism of spatial fluctuation by virtue of his real eyes and the skill of looking at the air between heaven and man, he could speculate the real birth time of the war temple.

But that's just a rough guess. There's an error of half a month to a month. Now, Su Qin is at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, but he has already made sure that the hall of war god was born within a few days.

"Anyway, everything is in a bottleneck now. It won't get in the way of waiting for a few days." Su Qin put his right hand on the wooden table and tapped it gently.

Now that dalitu has entered the stage, it can't be completed in a short time. As for the breakthrough to jiuchongtian, it can't be achieved immediately.

"I don't know what kind of surprise the temple of war god can give me?"

Su Qin's eyes were quiet and he thought.

When Su Qin was thinking.

The hotel had been fried for a long time.

Many warriors gathered here began to talk.

"You say, will the sword king of Qingcheng come after the birth of the temple of war god?" A man in black asked with great interest.

Qingcheng sword king is a great master who has just risen in recent years. He is good at killing and felling. He once suppressed several great masters of the same level with his own strength.

"The sword king of Qingcheng?"

The warrior chuckled: "it's hard for the temple of war to be born for a thousand years. Let alone the king of Qingcheng sword, I'm afraid even those top-notch old monsters can't bear it."

"Top class product..."

there was a sudden silence in the whole inn.

Even though the tide is far beyond recovery and the cultivation environment is easy, the top grade master is still rare enough to overlook one side.

"What about that one?" Another warrior asked with burning eyes.

"On top of one product..."

everyone's face changed slightly.

Although the great master of top-notch Yipin is superior to Yipin, he is still in the realm of Yipin. I'm afraid that the only one who can really call it Yipin is the myth of Wulin and the venerable Luohan.

"In this era, we clearly know that there are two people above Yipin, one is the venerable of Shaolin Temple, the other is the myth of Chang'an city."

At this time, a man in green, who had been sitting on the second floor of the inn, spoke slowly.

As soon as Qingyi spoke, everyone in the inn looked at him.

"Who is he?"

The warrior's face changed and he looked at the man in green in disbelief.

"Qingcheng sword king, I didn't expect that Qingcheng sword king had already arrived at Kunlun Mountain..." some of the warriors looked at each other, looking shocked.

This man in green is the king of Qingcheng sword they just talked about.

The sword king of Qingcheng is a great master who has risen recently. His reputation is almost more than that of the older generation."Sword king, do you think which is better, the venerable Shaolin temple or the myth of Chang'an City?"

The man in black who just began to speak suddenly asked, his face full of curiosity.

The rest of the warriors immediately pricked up their ears when they heard the words. Obviously, they also wanted to know about it.

Throughout the ancient and modern times, the myth of Wulin and the venerable arhat have always been the limits of martial arts. Although they are called differently, they belong to the same level of strong.

"Which is stronger, which is weaker..."

the sword king of Qingcheng looks hesitant. Although he knows more than most people on the field, how can he know about the strength of myth?

"Only from the current record, the myth of Chang'an city should be stronger." The sword king of Qingcheng bowed his head to think about the meeting and said.

The reason why he came to this conclusion is that many Wulin myths fell in Chang'an city.

Whether it's the national master of Mengyuan, or the martial arts myth of the ancestor of xueshamen behind, all show the terrible strength of the myth of Chang'an city.

As for the master of Shaolin Temple, he did it all the time, but he did it after the devil came.

Compared with the myth of Chang'an City, it is certainly weaker.

"So it is."

Many of the warriors in the inn are thoughtful.

"Sword king, you haven't said that this time when the temple of war god is born, will the myth of Shaolin Temple and Chang'an city come over?"

The warrior asked aloud as if he had thought of something.

"I don't know the myth of Chang'an city." The sword king of Qingcheng glanced at the crowd and said in a low voice, "but the venerable one of Shaolin Temple is unlikely to come."

That's what I said.

On the field many martial arts suddenly full of doubts.

They did not expect that the king of Qingcheng sword would be so determined that the master of Shaolin temple would not come.

"I have looked up ancient books and found that neither the myth of Wulin nor the venerable arhat of the past dynasties will stay in this continent for a long time. Instead, they will cross the sea and leave in pursuit of a higher realm."

The sword king of Qingcheng didn't tell the truth. He said frankly, "twenty years ago, there was a venerable person from Shaolin Temple, but in the past twenty years, there has been no news about this venerable person."

"I think it's very possible that the venerable has left Shaolin Temple and the Mainland..."

although the tone of Qingcheng sword king was very light, it spread all over the Inn and resounded in everyone's ears.

This is not only the idea of the king of Qingcheng sword, but also the secret guess of other great masters and even the top one in the world.

The arhat of Shaolin Temple may have left long ago.

"Not bad."

"If there are still dignitaries in Shaolin Temple, I'm afraid they have already publicized the world and respected Buddhism. How can they stay there for 20 years?"

Many of them nodded and agreed.

Although Buddhism pursues to be independent from the world, being independent from the world does not mean that it will not fight for anything. Even if Shaolin Temple is not interested in secular power, it can at least strengthen its position among the four Buddhist temples in the world.

"What the sword king said is very reasonable."

The warrior sighed: "however, Shaolin Temple has just given birth to a venerable monk, and not long after that, another" xuanku "monk has appeared. How ever did heaven favor Buddhism...

" xuanku "monk?

These four words make the whole Inn quiet again.

In Buddhism, only a great master of Yipin is qualified to be called a holy monk.

The "xuanku" monk is almost the strongest of the younger generation in the last ten years. Even Qingcheng sword king, a great master of kendo, has to be held down by him.

Ten years ago, the monk "xuanku" walked out of Shaolin Temple, but he was only a second grade monk.

However, in the past ten years, the "xuanku" holy monk has rapidly risen to the top of the first grade, and it is only half a step away from the top of the first grade. In a few months, he has killed seven great masters of the first grade and shocked the world.

"Xuanku..."

Qingcheng sword King's pupil shrank slightly. He once had a secret fight with xuanku, but just a few moves, he was defeated and fled. It can be said that the war was the shadow of his life.

"It is said that the holy monk xuanku is a disciple of the venerable one in Shaolin Temple. Can he not be strong?" There is a secret way of the martial god.

"The disciples of the venerable..."

all of them were immediately silenced, but when they thought about it, they took it for granted.

How can they figure out the means of the venerable? A disciple of the venerable, not to mention a great master, deserves to be a great master.

"Third uncle."

"That 'xuanku' monk, I heard from my father..." Li Wan listened with relish, looked up at Su Qin and said excitedly.

"Dark bitterness?"

"Holy monk?"

Su Qin touched his chin.

He didn't expect that xuanku would become a great master of Yipin so soon.You know, according to Su Qin's estimation in Shaolin Temple, even if "xuanku" has a Buddhist heart, it will take at least 50 years for him to enter the first class, and then a hundred years later, he is expected to step on the great perfection of the first class and try to impact the realm of the arhat.

But now, only 20 years later, the "dark bitterness" is the first product...

"is it the influence of the tidal recovery of vitality?"

Su Qin has a thoughtful face.

The recovery of vitality tide has only happened in the past ten years. It is entirely reasonable for "xuanku" to benefit from the vitality tide and step into the first grade ahead of time.

"I haven't been back to Shaolin temple for a long time..." Su Qin sighed. The next moment, he suddenly felt something and looked up in a certain direction.

"Why?"

A little surprise appeared on Su Qin's face.

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