I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 262: Unintentional Dispersion, Wushuang City Arrives

In fact, the situation on the field was completely opposite to what Yueyao said.

Facing Dahuai, who had practiced the Great Tathagata Seal for decades, Lei Wujie had the upper hand and almost hit Dahuai several times.

So, Dajue, who was in charge of the True Form Arhat Formation, opened his eyes and let Dahuai enter the formation.

The seven monks formed a semicircle with Dajue as the center and surrounded Lei Wujie.

"The formation is complete."

Wu Xin shook his sleeves, took a step forward, and was about to take action, but was stopped by Xiao Se.

At the same time, Chu Zhao also said calmly: "This is an opportunity for Lei Wujie, let him fight for a while."

In the field, Lei Wujie only felt Dahuai take a step back, and the entire formation changed.

The one who punched him was still only the Dahuai monk, but he felt that the palm power was endless, one level after another. He did not dare to be careless at the moment, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

"Ok?"

Dajue was stunned, and immediately saw through Lei Wujie's martial arts: "Fire Burning Technique."

Lei Wujie was also stunned: "Master said that this martial art is rarely known in the world, but how come everyone knows it?"

Just now he knew the danger ahead, so he hurriedly used the fire burning technique, thinking that this martial art was not as ostentatious as the Lei family's Wufang fist, and it should not reveal his origins. However, he did not expect that the old monk in front of him would reveal it in one sentence.

"Leimen Leihong is an old friend of mine. Are you his disciple?" asked Dajue.

"What Leimen? I told you, I am the deputy owner of Xueluo Mountain Villa. I will never change my name or surname. I am Xiao Wujie!"

After these words were spoken, Chu Zhao and his wife couldn't help laughing.

Dajue said calmly: "But you just said your name is Xiao Wuse, how come you changed your name in the blink of an eye?"

Lei Wujie's face flushed immediately: "I just said it wrong for a moment."

"What is the donor's name?" Dajue continued to ask patiently.

"Listen to me carefully, I am Xiao Wuxin, the deputy owner of Xueluo Villa!" Lei Wujie shouted angrily with full momentum.

Xiao Se instantly felt that he had lost all face for Snowfall Villa, and patted Wu Xin helplessly: "Why don't you bring him back?"

Wu Xin shook his head: "Let him be beaten to death."

"That makes sense!" Xiao Se nodded in agreement.

"How can it be reasonable? It's such a pity that such an interesting child was beaten to death." Chu Zhao laughed, and Yue Yao and Yin Luoxia also laughed happily.

Dajue in the field also laughed and said with a smile: "Donor, would you like to think about it again?"

Lei Wujie finally didn't bother to dwell on this question anymore, he threw a punch and said loudly: "Lei Wujie from the Lei Clan has come to pay a visit to the True Form Arhat Formation of the Nine Dragons Temple, please give me your guidance!"

This time it was not Dahuai who rushed forward, but Dapu who took on Lei Wujie's fist.

The two men fought each other and it was difficult to separate them.

Dajue ignored the two of them, looked at Chu Zhao and chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha, Donor Chu, we haven't seen each other for nearly thirty years."

Chu Zhao nodded, then shook his head: "To be precise, it's twenty-seven years. Back then you were still a graceful monk. With your current physique, are you going to participate in a bodybuilding competition?"

"Do you know any monks from Jiulong Temple?" Yueyao asked.

Chu Zhao nodded and smiled: "Didn't I tell you that I once fled to the Western Regions for a period of time, and his master Hengxing wanted to take me as his apprentice."

Yueyao nodded and said nothing.

Because Dajue spoke up: "Donor Chu, do you want to intervene in this matter?"

"I'm not a monk, why would I care about your Buddhist affairs?"

Chu Zhao shook his head, then changed the subject: "But, Dajue, I have to say that you are really useless.

Because of the death of old monk Hengxing, you took your anger out on an innocent child and even had murderous thoughts. Now you have become a demon in your heart and it is difficult to reverse the situation.

It is in vain that you have practiced Buddhism for so many years, but are still like a fool who has never heard of Buddhist principles or recited Buddhist scriptures.

Unable to wake up and become enlightened, one will fall into the Avici Hell, where one’s thoughts will never cease and evil thoughts will multiply. One’s Buddha mind will be disturbed by obsessions, and the six senses will become impure. One will be driven by the inner demons and sink into the sea of ​​suffering.

Are you worthy of your master's teachings?"

"shut up!"

Dajue was furious, and there was no Buddha nature in his eyes, only murderous intent: "What do you know? Everything I do is for the people of the world. If you help that devil today, I will surrender to you as well."

Without waiting for Chu Zhao to speak, Xiao Se sneered: "Just you?"

Wu Xin looked at Da Jue and smiled: "Master Da Jue, you should defeat Lei Wu Jie first."

At this time, Dajue realized that what Lei Wujie was using was no longer the fire burning technique, but a set of boxing techniques that he had never seen before.

His punch is so domineering and unparalleled, as if once I throw a punch, all the martial artists in the world will have to kowtow to me.

In the field, golden fist shadows were flying.

Lei Wujie was just one person, but he fought back and forth with his seven fellow apprentices, and even had a tendency to break the formation.

Dajue was startled, his eyes widened in anger, a seductive red light flashed in his eyes, and his skin suddenly turned golden.

"Indestructible, immune to all poisons, indestructible, and invincible." Xiao Se's expression rarely became serious, and he said solemnly: "This is one of the ten great Buddhist skills, the indestructible magic skill."

As he finished speaking, Dajue punched Lei Wujie.

"It's your turn." Chu Zhao patted Wuxin's shoulder.

Wuxin understood it clearly and floated away.

Just as the fist was about to hit Lei Wujie, Wuxin condensed the Prajna Heart Bell to block this almost sneak attack.

"Lei Wujie, go and have a rest. It's my turn next. This matter started with me, so I should end it."

Wu Xin turned his back to the sweaty Lei Wu Jie, looking at Da Jue who was already showing signs of being possessed by a demon. He shook his head and sighed, "Master Da Jue, you are possessed by a demon."

Dajue seemed not to hear anything, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he shouted loudly.

"die!"

Dajue exerted his strength suddenly and smashed the Prajna Heart Bell with one punch.

Wuxin threw a punch, and with a "bang", his fist seemed to hit a solid wall, which made him stunned for a moment. He quickly retreated with Lei Wujie.

"How is it?" Lei Wujie asked.

"It hurts!" Wuxin shook his hands vigorously and grimaced.

"Hahaha, do you want me to teach you the Wufang Fist? The Qi arrives before the fist, and I guarantee you won't feel any pain." Lei Wujie said with a smile.

Wuxin rolled his eyes, grabbed Lei Wujie and threw him to the side, then rushed towards Dajue who was rushing down the mountain like a tiger.

Lei Wujie looked at the two people fighting in the arena and asked with some concern: "Senior, can Wuxin beat that big monk?"

“Fighting alone, Dajue is no match for Wuxin. However, Wuxin is now in the Benxiang Arhat Formation. The power of the seven people including Dahuai is all in Dajue alone. In addition, Dajue has been possessed by a demon. Without external help, the little bald head will die.” Chu Zhao said with a smile.

"So you're just going to watch it like that?"

"I was once the emperor of a country, so I must keep my word. If I say I won't interfere, then I won't interfere."

Lei Wujie had no choice but to turn around and shout.

"Xiao Se."

"Just wait and see, the monk will be fine."

Xiao Se looked calm because he had talked with Ji Ruofeng last night and Ji Ruofeng had agreed to rescue Wu Xin in the moment of crisis.

It was just a great awakening. It would not be a problem even if his master’s injury had not healed, not to mention that his master’s injury had healed now.

His master could break the True Form Arhat Formation with just one stick.

However, as Wuxin showed signs of defeat, Ji Ruofeng in the ruined temple showed no signs of taking any action.

However, someone took action.

It was a knife, a knife that seemed to shatter the sky.

Dajue, who was about to severely inflict heavy damage on Wuxin, suddenly turned around and shouted angrily to the sky: "Wang Rensun!" The knife flew out of the air.

Dajue threw a punch, and his fist and the knife collided with each other.

The knife turned back instantly, and Dajue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Rensun caught the flying knife and his face turned extremely pale, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He held the knife and walked towards the Dafanyin Temple on the opposite side of the hillside. When he passed by Wu Chan and Tang Lian, he said something softly.

"Go!"

On the mountain, as Dajue spat out a mouthful of blood, the five people behind him also turned pale. Dahuai and Dapu, who had already been injured by Lei Wujie, fainted.

"This...this...this..." Lei Wujie pointed at the knife that came from the sky and went towards the sky, stunned.

He had seen Ming Hou's sword on that snowy night. It was also extremely powerful, but it could not be compared with the sword in front of him.

Dajue was injured and without the support of his seven fellow disciples, he was naturally no match for Wuxin.

Wuxin destroyed decades of skills of Dajue and others, and also dissipated his own magic skills.

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se rushed down quickly, and at this time Tang Lian and Wu Chan also went up the mountain.

Wuchan stepped forward, helped Wuxin up from the ground, and sighed: "Junior brother, you have suffered."

"Brother, how many years have you not been back to Hanshui Temple?" Wuxin smiled, no longer showing the enchanting charm, but the clarity and cleanliness of an ordinary seventeen-year-old innocent boy.

“Almost twelve years.”

"Do you miss Hanshui Temple?"

Wu Chan did not answer, but silently carried Wu Xin on his back and walked forward step by step. When he passed Da Jue, he saluted with one hand.

"Master Dajue, Wuchan has memorized these twelve years of teachings."

"Actually, twelve years ago, when I went to pick you up, I made a bet with Wangyou." Dajue suddenly said.

"What are you betting on?" Wu Chan frowned slightly.

Wu Xinze didn't even ask, he just smiled and said affirmatively: "The old monk must have won. By the way, brother, the master is in the temple, let's go find the master."

"Ok?"

Wuchan and Dajue expressed doubts at the same time.

"It's the divine consciousness. Uncle Master gathered Master's divine consciousness." Wu Xin was very happy, but then he complained, "Speaking of which, I was fighting so hard, but the old monk didn't even come to help. He doesn't act like a master at all."

Just as Wuchan was about to carry Wuxin into the temple, a group of people all wearing black cloaks with hoods jumped up from the foot of the mountain.

The leader, wearing a black face scarf, glanced at the situation on the field and said lightly.

"It seems that the master of Jiulong Temple has been defeated."

The young man next to him nodded and hummed, "But they must be feeling bad. The person the gray-robed monk is carrying is the one we are looking for, right? So we came at the right time?"

The leader nodded, tore off the veil on his face, revealing his true face.

It was actually the eldest senior brother of Wushuang City - Lu Yuzhai.

It was obvious that the young man next to him was the genius that Wushuang City only sees once in a century - Wushuang!
Wushuang curled his lips: "This is not a fair victory."

Suddenly, feeling a familiar sword intent, Wushuang turned his head sharply to look over.

He flew towards Chu Zhao and greeted him at the same time: "Chu Zhao, long time no see."

Chu Zhao was stunned: "Not long, right?"

"Really? Why does it feel like a long time has passed?" Wushuang smiled innocently and looked at Yueyao and Yin Luoxia: "Are these two your wives? I can feel that they are very strong, even stronger than the Sword Immortal."

"You are Wushuang from Wushuang City, right? Have you seen the Sword Immortal?" Yue Yao said with a smile.

"No, but I can feel that you are more powerful than the Sword Immortal." Wushuang looked serious, then bowed and said, "I am Wushuang of Wushuang City, and I am honored to meet you two seniors."

Yueyao and Yin Luoxia clasped their fists one after the other and introduced themselves:
"The Queen Mother of Chu, Yueyao."

"The Queen Mother of Chu, Yin Luoxia."

"Well, I'll remember you." Wushuang nodded seriously and looked at Chu Zhao: "Can I see your sword today?"

"can."

Wushuang was instantly overjoyed, but he heard Chu Zhao continue to say: "But we have to wait a while, until you guys have finished fighting."

While talking.

Sikong Qianluo and Tiannvrui, who escorted the golden coffin up the mountain, also went up the mountain.

Sikong Qianluo ran straight towards Chu Zhao, called him "Master" with a smile, then looked at Yue Yao and Yin Luoxia carefully, and called them "Master's Wife" twice in a crisp voice.

Tiannvrui flew to Tang Lian, followed by a puppy, and started playing around Xiao Se happily.

"Lian, are you okay?"

Tang Lian shook her head, took a step forward, and looked coldly at Lu Yuzhai in front of her.

"Are you guys from Wushuang City sure you want to wade into this muddy water?"

There is a city in the land of Western Shu, which is said to have attracted all the world's greatest talents and possessed more wealth than the enemy countries. It is unparalleled in the world, so it is named Wushuang City.

But a hundred years ago, Western Shu was destroyed by Beili. Although Wushuang City survived by chance, most of its luck was taken away. Although it died down later, it slowly recovered about 80% of its prestige.

As luck would have it, the Snow Moon City was born. Even famous families in the martial arts world such as the Tang Clan and the Lei Family Fort sent their disciples to become its disciples. It also strangled the Demon Cult's ambition to march east twelve years ago.

In addition, the current lord of Wushuang City, Song Yanhui, who was known for his sword that cuts off water and stops the flow of thousands of rivers, had fought with the second lord of Xueyue City, the Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, three times in a row and lost. As a result, Wushuang City is still called Wushuang City, but no one dares to mention the words "unparalleled in the world" anymore.

It can be said that ever since the birth of Snow Moon City, the people of Wushuang City have been dissatisfied with that city.

Lu Yuzhai held a silver spear in his hand, threw off his black cloak, and sneered, "How clear is the water you waded through in Xueyue City?"

"You want to block our way?" Tang Lian sneered.

Lu Yuzhai pointed his gun at Wuxin on Wuchan's back and said, "We only want this monk."

"What if I don't give it to you?" Tang Lian's pupils shrank slightly.

"Don't try to hold on." Lu Yuzhai sneered, "Don't think I can't see that all of you are seriously injured."

This was a fact. He, Wu Chan and Wang Rensun were exhausted after the battle. Wu Xin had even destroyed all his martial arts. Although Lei Wujie was in better condition, he was also injured. Add to that Xiao Se who knew no martial arts at all. Even with Sikong Qianluo and Tiannvrui, they had no chance of winning against the dozens of masters of Wushuang City in front of them.

But she didn't lose the battle, Tang Lian snorted coldly: "What are you going to do? Kill us? Do you believe it or not, after that, Xueyue City, Tang Sect, Lei Family Fort, Tianxia Buddhism, and Tianwai Tian will all crush you, Wushuang?"

"We can still injure without killing."

"Brother, let me do it." Wushuang jumped over from Chu Zhao's side, holding his Wushuang sword box in his hand, and smiled with a mouthful of white teeth: "Brother, I don't know how long it will take to finish it if you hit it. If you are not in a hurry, I am anxious to see Chu Zhao's sword."

Lu Yuzhai was stunned for a moment, but he was not angry because his junior brother looked down on his martial arts. He just glanced at Chu Zhao who was calm and composed, and said softly: "Then remember, hurt but don't kill."

"I know. I'm not some big devil who wants to kill people all the time. It's just that swords have no eyes. If I can't control myself for a while, there's nothing I can do." Wushuang smiled and turned to look at Tang Lian and the others: "Are you ready? If you are, then I will start fighting."

"Hmph!" Tang Lian snorted coldly, the blade already between her two fingers.

Wushuang pushed the Wushuang sword box to the ground and opened it, revealing a fiery red long sword and twelve small swords inside.

"Yunsuo."

Wushuang chanted softly, and flicked his finger at a sword in the sword box. The sword instantly flew out of the sword box, turned in the air, and flew straight towards Tang Lian.

"Light frost."

A sword flew towards Wu Chan.

"Wrap your fingers softly."

A sword flew towards Lei Wujie.

"Jade Ruyi."

The last one flew towards Xiao Se.

"Is this... the legendary sword-controlling technique?!"

Yue Yao and Yin Luoxia were shocked when they saw Wushuang using the sword technique for the first time...

(End of this chapter)