The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 85 Son of Destiny

"Whether this is a disaster or a blessing for you, it's hard to say. Being strong in martial arts may not necessarily be a blessing. In this world, people who don't have any martial arts skills are carefree. How many fights are there with less, and how many worries are there with less?"

"If I had only learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when I was a teacher, and not learned about martial arts, I would have been much happier in this life."

Wu Yazi let out a long sigh, raised his head, and looked out of the hole in the roof that Ye Wuxin had made, seeming to recall a lot of past events.

After a while, Wu Yazi's eyes fell on Ye Wuxin.

"Disciple, Ding Chunqiu thought that I had already been killed by him, so he acted unscrupulously."

"There is a map here. It depicts the place where I enjoyed great happiness in the past. It is in Wuliang Mountain in Dali. If you find the location of my martial arts classics and practice them according to the law, your martial arts will be on par with Ding Chunqiu.

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"Although your qualifications are acceptable, I'm afraid you'll be stymied in practicing this martial arts, and there may be many dangers and dangers."

"You go and ask the woman in the jade jade to teach you the essentials of her martial arts. If you are not handsome, the woman will probably not teach you."

"Please beg her to cough for my sake... cough."

Having said this, Wuyazi took out a small scroll from his arms and stuffed it into his hand.

Hearing this, Ye Wuxin smiled silently, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Wu Yazi laughed loudly, his energy was gone, and he passed away.

Some people even waved green flags, yellow flags, red flags, and purple flags, and loudly shouted the slogans of Xingxiu Gate.

[Special mission: Son of Destiny has been completed, and his destiny is undergoing transformation.]

In the martial arts world, when two people competed in internal strength, there was actually someone cheering them on with gongs and drums, which really made all the martial arts masters present gain experience.

Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu, Jiumozhi, Duan Yanqing, Nanhai Crocodile God and others stood sparsely in the distance, as if they did not want to get involved in this matter.

"Don't say too much, and do your best to channel your true energy, quickly."

Su Xinghe tried his best to resist, and finally pushed the pillar of fire away, but the flames were no more than two feet away from his body, like a big python opening its mouth. Seeing that their master had the upper hand, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect quickly lifted the gongs, drums, cymbals hidden in their arms,

The suona trumpets and other musical instruments were brought out and they were played loudly to the crowd.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu had not yet relaxed his vigilance. Seeing the sudden reversal of the situation, he quickly raised his other hand to stabilize the sweeping pillar of fire, and the two parties fell into a stalemate again.

After silently reciting the past life scriptures for Wu Yazi, Ye Wuxin kowtowed and walked towards the outside world with an indifferent expression.

At this moment, the familiar laughter echoed in my ears.

Ye Wuxin narrowed his eyes and silently ran the Ming Yu Gong in his body, slowly pushing his internal strength to the limit.

Suddenly, the pillar of fire jumped forward a few feet and rolled up to Su Xinghe. A burning smell emerged, burning his long beard clean.

In order to save the lives of the deaf-mute men, Ye Wuxin had to take action in advance.

A group of first-class experts listened to the words of the Xingxiu Sect members, but smiled and paid no attention to them.

The people outside the house were divided into two rows with the pillar of fire between them. The deaf-mute old man Su Xinghe stood at the front on the right. Xuan Nan and other Shaolin monks, Kang Guangling, Xue Muhua and others stood behind him.

"Whoever is dissatisfied will come here one by one to have a taste of Xingxiu Laoxian's magical power later."

The group of sycophants under the Xingxiu Sect had already praised their master to the sky, completely ignoring the first-rate masters who were watching the battle.

Leaving the wooden house quietly, the scene in front of him made him raise his eyebrows and click his tongue in surprise.

Seeing that no one noticed his presence, Ye Wuxin chuckled a few times, quietly walked around from behind everyone to the right, and stood behind Master Uncle Hui Jing.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and more than twenty men ran out from behind the house. It was seen that they were running in the direction in front of Su Xinghe.

After Ding Chunqiu heard these words, he immediately laughed out loud and pushed the pillar of fire forward half a foot amid the sound of gongs, drums and praises.

"Throughout the ages, no one can compare to the old immortal Xingxiu! Anyone who dares to use a mantis as a chariot will only bring about his own destruction."

"A group of cowards, even if they join forces, it won't be a big deal!"

'Every time comes, heaven and earth are all working together, and the heroes are not free. The destiny is mine!'

Jiumozhi burst out laughing, pointed at Ding Chunqiu and said.

I saw that the pillar of fire was moving more and more to the right. Su Xinghe was full of vitality in his clothes, and he couldn't stop pushing forward with both hands, as if his internal strength was about to be exhausted.

At this moment, Wu Ya Zi had reached the point where the oil was exhausted. Ye Wu Xin stretched out his hand to support Wu Ya Zi, who placed his hand on his and sighed a few times.

Knowing that she couldn't play anymore, Ye Wuxin quickly walked behind Su Xinghe and said in an imperceptible voice.

Before he finished speaking, a stream of abundant internal energy from the same source was continuously introduced into Su Xinghe's body. With this help, Su Xinghe, who was about to run out of fuel, instantly reversed his situation.

I saw a large pillar of fire burning on the vast ground, and there were fallen pine trees scattered all over the place. It must have been a fierce battle.

To beg others? This is not his character, but Wu Yazi's skills have fallen into his hands, so Ding Chunqiu's head must be brought here to pay tribute.

[Task rewards have been issued, and the number of advanced draws will be increased by 1]

Ding Chunqiu looked like he was talking and laughing freely, waving his sleeves lightly, as if he was careless about this battle.

It seems that these pine trees all collapsed when Wu Yazi was refining the medicinal properties for himself. The feeling was painful and intoxicating, and Ye Wuxin did not notice the noise at all.

The Xingxiu old monster stood at the front on the left, and a group of Xingxiu sect disciples stood behind him.

"Old Immortal Xingxiu lifts his weight as lightly as he can, and his magical skills are unparalleled. Today I will teach you an eye-opening lesson."

Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, a Xingxiu disciple took out a piece of paper and read aloud, which was a piece of "Ode to the Xingxiu Old Immortal for his glory in the Central Plains".

I don’t know which rotten scholar this person invited to write this eulogy. It really stinks.

"My master wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, so he slowly activated his magical power. Otherwise, this old man named Su would have been killed in one fell swoop."

"This old monster Xingxiu is so thick-skinned that no one has ever done it before and no one will come after him!"

"What a pity! What a pity! It would be nice if you were more handsome. You are the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. Logically, this woman should not disobey your orders. Very good... very good."

Raising his eyebrows, Ye Wuxin quickly activated the Ming Yu Gong, using Wu Yazi's lifelong internal energy to turn it into a transparent one, restoring Su Xinghe's internal energy.

After a moment of stalemate, seeing that his situation was becoming more and more critical, Ding Chunqiu shouted loudly, his inner energy surged, and he hurriedly shook away the entangled pillar of fire and retreated.

As for those disciples of Xingxiu Sect, they don't have such good luck.

The pillar of fire rolled back, directly burning all the Xingxiu disciples until they cried for their fathers and mothers. The gongs, drums, conchs, and various flags in their hands were even thrown to the ground.

(End of chapter)