Chapter 439 ten princes gather

"Master, quickly put this kind of breath away, don't let it out."

The tension on the face of the unintentional leader is that he is not at the peak now. If there is any trouble, he will not be able to save Chu Yun.

The hatred of the Buddhists to the evil Buddhas goes deep into the bones. What Chu Yun cultivates is not the power of the evil Buddhists, but those pedantic monks don't care about it.

In their view, as long as it is not the Buddha's power, it is evil.

Hearing this, Chu Yun resisted the impulse to fight out and slowly dissipated the black air around him.

As the black air dissipated, the Colossus behind them gradually became dim and finally disappeared into the void.

The unintentional leader took a long breath of relief, waved away the golden light, and his face was excited: "master, how do you feel?"

Chu Yun's mouth brimmed with a smile: "this thousand handed Buddha is really a powerful fighting skill. It is placed in the middle region, at least it is the best martial skill. The key is to match my thunder dragon's secret pattern and promote it together! "

The unintentional leader nodded: "the thousand handed Buddha is just the high and deep fighting skill of our Vajra and arhat Academy. After being urged, the speed of his hand can even break through the sound limit, break through all constraints, and break out incomparable lightning power. As long as your strength is strong enough, you can beat the speed of sound, and easily control the thunder. With one fist and one palm, all of them are attached with the power of thunder and lightning, which directly breaks the body and soul of your opponent, making him immortal! "

"The thousand handed Buddha, I've heard it for a long time."

Wang Chengying smiled. It was obvious that the thousand handed Buddha of Buddhism was famous all over the world.

"It's the thousand handed magic Buddha."

Chuyun stressed with a smile.

After the cultivation of thousand hand magic Buddha, there is no reason to stay here.

Chu Yun originally wanted to go to find monk luanlai for a visit, but he was told that he had gone out to kill the rebel monk.

However, Chu Yun and his party can only leave without saying goodbye.

After leaving Wanfoshan, the unintentional leader turned his head and took a deep look, as if he wanted to remember all this in his heart.

After a few rest, he turned to Chu Yun and said, "master, please send me back to the cloud kingdom."

"I have given you freedom. You don't need to stay in the cloud all the time. It's good to follow me like this."

Chu Yun doesn't care about this. The unintentional leader hasn't walked around in the world for hundreds of years, and it's not good to stay in the cloud.

With you, if you meet a strong person who can't be dealt with, the unintentional leader can help you.

"It's not too early. If we hurry back now, we will be able to catch up with the battle for the quota of ten young masters."

Wang Chengying looks up at the sky. It's still snowy. There's no sign that the snow wants to stop.

In the event of such a natural disaster, there is really no way but to admit it.

"If you don't tell me, I have forgotten. I still have the identity of Shuitian childe."

Chu Yun was dumbfounded.

According to the truth, shigongzi are all famous in the Middle Kingdom by their fame, such as Xingchen, Qilin and bloody sword.

But his "Chu cloud" is much louder than the name of Shuitian childe.

"After the battle of ten childs, your fame will rise to a higher level."

Wang Chengying seems to be very familiar with these things.

The three men speed up and rush back to the central region.

……

Every time the battle of ten young masters will be held in a remote place. For no other reason, these people don't like to make noise, and they don't like to watch the crowd's dryness.

They are more willing to accept the challenge of others in a quiet environment.

It can be said that they have a separate small circle in which all the famous Tianjiao in the central region are listed.

These Tianjiao come from all major forces and have no low status. Each of them has his own way to publicize the war process after the competition, so as to improve the reputation of shigongzi.

In short, the so-called "ten Childs quota war" is just a party in a small circle.

Tianjiao, always prefer to stay with Tianjiao.

Northwest of the central region, in a deep mountain.

In recent days, the remote mountains, which are rarely visited by people for a long time, have become angry. Many handsome men and women in royal robes go in and out of them, and they don't know what their purpose is.

Inside the mountain, there is a huge flat, on which several wooden houses are built, and the smoke rises continuously.

In front of the wooden house, there are stone tables and benches, which are placed there at will.

A woman with a dusty face is squatting there, and the palm fan in her hand is constantly fanning.

In front of her is a built firewood pile, on which a simple porcelain teapot is hanging.

She is dressed in white, like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks. Half of her lotus arm is pink and smooth, like white jade.

In her constant fan, firewood more and more prosperous, the porcelain teapot gradually boiling.

"Jiu you, the last time you tasted your tea, it was a year ago?"

A man with a soft face stepped slowly and a smile on his lips: "tut Tut, I miss you so much."

The woman raised her head and smiled quietly: "the Flamingo snake, it's very powerful. Several forces are chasing you, but they can't take your life."

Childe Jiuyou, named Fu Xueyi, is the only woman among the ten CHILDES.

Her strength is very good, and she has been famous for a long time, which is the presence of high prestige among the ten CHILDES.

She is responsible for every Party of ten young masters.

And the man with a soft face is the master Huang snake.

"It's a little tender to take my life."

The young master Huang snake came to Fu Xueyi and sat down. He smiled and said, "pour me a cup of tea and let me have a good aftertaste."

Fu Xueyi stretched out his delicate jade hand, grabbed the porcelain teapot, conjured a teacup and made it full of tea.

"Young master Yao died and was killed. That man should replace his name and come here."

Fu Xueyi hands the cup to master Huang snake. There is no expression on his pretty face.

The young master Huang snake did not take over, but put two fingers on the other side of the teacup. A strong aura rushed into the teacup along his fingers and collided with Fu Xueyi's aura.

"Poof!"

With a slight sound, the tea in the teacup turned into a column of water and shot out. The two men still kept this position, safe and sound, but their sleeves suddenly heaved up, as if torn by the wind.

"Boom!"

The shockwave rushed in all directions, the deep mountains roared, countless trees directly exploded into sawdust, and the ground also lifted up.

The two people collided with each other and made hundreds of continuous explosions, which slowly restored calm.

"Brush."

The tea in the teacup seems to lose its power suddenly, and it spreads out suddenly, falling towards the teacup bit by bit.

Fu Xueyi holds the teacup with two fingers. His palm is like a white butterfly flying up and down. He catches all the water drops falling from the air without spilling a drop.

There are still so many tea in the teacup, not one more drop, not one more drop, which is steaming slightly.

Young master Huang snake's expressionless face suddenly turned pale, and then he snorted, his forehead oozed with sweat, and his wrists were shaking.

"You are still better than me..."

He was a little reluctant.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, Huang snake, as soon as you arrive, your tail goes up in the sky."

In the distant wooden house, a tall man scoffed: "fortunately, Jiuyou left you some affection just now, otherwise you will not be better than this tree."

With that, the man smashed a tree in front of him, his eyes full of provocation.

"Kirin, if you have any problem with me, we can fight first," said the young master Huang snake coldly

The tall man is just the kylin childe. After being provoked, he is not angry. He still laughs: "I will not fight with you. Your kid's spirit is too insidious. He doesn't look like a man."

Young master Huang snake was a little annoyed and was about to attack.

"Tea."

Fu Xueyi handed over the tea cup without saying much nonsense.

Young master Huang snake took a deep breath, lifted his neck to drink the tea, wiped his mouth and said: "young master Yao is dead, I know, but I didn't expect that someone would dare to kill him in the Tang Dynasty."

Soon, he recovered his face, looked solemn, and said, "besides, he is still in the race."

The relationship between master Huang snake and Tang Yaozhi has always been good, so fu Xueyi said it in front of him.

"If the murderer comes, I will avenge brother Yao."

The young master Huang snake's eyes are cold, which contains rich murders.

When Fu Xueyi heard the words, he only felt funny.

No one else knows, but she knows better.

That kid named Chu Yun killed Tang Yaozhi in the race competition. It's nothing. The key is that he chose the difficulty of hell to fight the dragon!

One enemy and four can kill Tang Yaozhi. Even he is not necessarily an opponent.

He even wanted to revenge Tang Yaozhi.

However, Fu Xueyi didn't say that she had no friendship with master Huang snake and had no obligation to remind him.

Soon, one man and one woman arrived. When they arrived, they first said hello to Fu Xueyi and then sat on the stone bench in front of the wooden house.

"Everyone came early."

A young man with eyes like stars came smiling. He was wearing a silver robe and his breath was as deep as the Milky way.

"Son of the stars."

Those who sat on the stone bench saw this and hurriedly stood up to say hello.

"Hey, I'm not late, am I?"

A thin and weak young man, who was full of blood, came across with a broad grin, as if he had walked out of the sea of blood, full of blood.

Across the distance, people who are excited frown repeatedly, which is very uncomfortable.

"Son of bloody sword."

……

With the arrival of one childe after another, the ten most famous CHILDES in the central region reached nine.

Fu Xueyi doesn't make any more tea. She takes the teapot and pours a cup of tea for the other eight young men. Mei Mou squints up and says, "it's still that group of people. It's good. It seems that in these years, you've all been fortune tellers and haven't been killed."

Then Fu Xueyi said, "of course, except for young master Yao."

The rest of the young men looked at each other. There were only nine of them, including Fu Xueyi.

Tang Yaozhi is not here because he was killed.

So why didn't the man who killed him come?