chapter 39

Arriving in front of the stone stele of the mountain gate, these nine people all had supreme skills. Any one of them could stir up a storm if they stood out.

However, they did not notice that not far from them, Wuzhen was practicing the Plum Blossom Stance footwork and Shaolin's Arhat Fist.

Wuzhen was right in front of them, but the nine powerful figures of the Demon Sect did not notice him at all.

Until Wuzhen was right in front of them. The nine powerful figures of the Demon Sect saw Wuzhen right in front of them.

The nine powerful figures of the Demon Sect were dumbfounded!

They were shocked to discover that the old monk had been right in front of them the whole time.

"Are your eyes on your butts?"

"You didn't notice that there was an old monk here?"

The sinister old woman roared at the others with a furious look on her face.

Generally speaking, their senses and spiritual senses were extremely sharp. It was impossible for them to not notice a person beside them.

Moreover, the old monk had been practicing his martial arts at the side.

They only noticed such a big living person when he was right in front of them!

They were even talking about the big secret of the Demon Sect.

They did not notice him at all.

There was such a person!

They only realized that the old monk had been here the whole time when they walked up to him and saw him.

He was already practicing his martial arts when they were talking.

This was very embarrassing!

"That's strange. Why didn't we notice that there was an old monk here?"

"We were too careless."

"We're about to meet the Sect Leader. Maybe we were too distracted and careless …"

"He's just a useless old man!"

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Every one of the powerful Demonic Sect Elders who were highly skilled in martial arts blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

They even looked a little embarrassed.

At this moment, Wuzhen was still practicing Shaolin's Arhat Fist obsessively.

He was also practicing the Plum Blossom Stance footwork.

"This old monk just heard our secret."

"We can't let him live."

"We are members of the Demon Sect. Do we need to say anything more?"

A muscular man who was chained up and as strong as an ox stood up.

He emitted a fierce and barbaric aura.

Looking at Wuzhen, who was engrossed in his practice, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. What an old and useless man.

In their Demonic Sect, he didn't even have the qualifications to be a small fry.

Bang bang bang …

The earth quaked and the mountains swayed. The big man, who was as strong as an ox, took a few steps forward and threw a punch at Wu Zhen.

To him, such an old piece of trash was something that could be easily killed with a single slap!

Bang!

Wuzhen continued to practice Shaolin's Arhat Fists obsessively.

However, in the blink of an eye, the Elder of the Devil Sect, who was as strong as a bull, was knocked to the ground by Wu Zhen's punch.

"Who are you?"

The other Elders of the Demonic Sect were shocked by this unbelievable scene.

His face was filled with disbelief.

It was completely out of their expectations. Only now did Wuzhen look at the Old Man in the eye.

At the same time, he became vigilant.

"I'm the head disciple of the Abbot of Shaolin Temple, the third generation disciple, Wuzhen."

Wuzhen stopped and looked at the people in front of him. He was calm and fearless.

He was a little angry.

"Go!"

Almost in an instant, these martial arts experts, any one of them could be called an almighty expert in this world where martial arts flourished.

They actually swarmed toward Wuzhen.

The people of the Devil Sect never acted aggressively, nor did they give their opponents time to react.

Fight with numbers and be done with it!

Bang bang bang …

The few Demonic Sect Elders who swarmed toward Wuzhen were all extremely powerful big shots. However, they were all knocked to the ground by Wuzhen as if he was punching a child.

Moreover, he used the basic martial arts techniques Shaolin's Arhat Fists and the Plum Blossom Stance footwork.

Every punch hit the flesh, the kind that was very simple and violent.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Wuzhen's Daoist Rhymes flowed around his body. The nine-story golden pagoda condensed from endless merit in the golden light of providence started to rotate.

The golden words on the golden pagoda resonated with the inscriptions on the stone tablet of the mountain gate.

The stone tablet of the mountain gate exuded a majestic aura and an extremely powerful and terrifying suppression force.

"This … I can't gather my demonic power."

"This is scary. The demonic aura on my body is dissipating bit by bit."

"What kind of aura does this old monk have? Why is it so terrifying?"

"The strength in my body seems to have been suppressed as well …"

"My sword aura is firmly locked by a terrifying force."

"His aura is restraining us too much!"

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For a moment, the Demonic Sect Elders who were all knocked to the ground by Wuzhen's Shaolin's Arhat Fists were all in a panic.

At this moment, they realized that their unparalleled and powerful demonic power was forcefully restrained.

The demonic aura that they were so proud of was dissipating bit by bit.

At the same time, there was a vast and terrifying force that suppressed their strength and sword aura …

They couldn't mobilize any of their strength. At this moment, they were almost like cripples.

"Senior, who exactly are you?"

The gloomy old woman was horrified. Now, Wuzhen was no longer a useless old monk in their eyes.

This monk's Daoist Rhymes flowed all over his body. His every move was filled with the aura of Buddhism.

This aura was a perfect restraint to them. It was a terrifying energy that suppressed them to the point that they couldn't breathe.

"I've said it before. I'm Shaolin's third generation disciple …"

At this moment, Wuzhen didn't know that these people were knocked to the ground by his Shaolin's Arhat Fists.

They were all terrifying and powerful big shots.

He thought that these people weren't powerful. He had just used what he had learned. He hadn't fully mastered Shaolin's Arhat Fists and Plum Blossom Stance footwork.

Wuzhen thought that these people weren't powerful. He didn't know that his nine-story Virtuous Golden Pagoda had almost crushed the demonic aura of these big shots.

He also didn't know that his nine-story Virtuous Golden Pagoda had stimulated the terrifying suppression of the mountain gate's stone tablet.

It had turned these nine people into cripples that were even worse than him.

"Abbot's first disciple, Wu …"

Before Wuzhen could finish his words, these big shots of the Demon Cult who had been knocked to the ground by him.

They almost tacitly got up from the ground and attacked Wuzhen with all kinds of dirty tricks …

They didn't care about martial ethics at all.

They didn't care about demeanor.

Wuzhen was an old man who had just entered the martial arts world. He only had the strength of the first stage of the Houtian realm.

These big shots of the Demon Cult who had stirred up the wind and clouds actually launched a sneak attack when he was unprepared.

It was simply shameful. They didn't care about martial ethics at all.

Bang, bang, bang …

However, the result was that Wuzhen used Plum Blossom Stance footwork and Shaolin's Arhat Fists.

He mercilessly knocked a few big shots of the Demon Cult to the ground.

Every punch hit the flesh until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen!

The nine-story Virtuous Golden Pagoda perfectly restrained the demonic aura and stimulated the power of the mountain gate's stone tablet. Within the range of this terrifying majestic power.

It crushed the power of the nine people. Poison Qi, Sword Qi, Saber Qi, Poetry Qi …

No matter what kind of power it was, it was all suppressed!

All of them became cripples!

Therefore, in front of the mountain gate's stone tablet, within the range of this suppression, the Old Man Wuzhen was invincible.

No matter who you were, a set of Shaolin's Arhat Fists would teach you how to be a man!

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Wuzhen's anger flared up in his heart.

Today, he was here comprehending the stone tablet inscriptions and practicing martial arts. He didn't provoke anyone, but these people wanted to beat him up.

They also unreasonably launched sneak attacks again and again.

In addition, the aura of these people made Wuzhen feel extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He used the Plum Blossom Stance footwork and the basic cultivation technique Shaolin's Arhat Fists to beat up the few people who fell to the ground.

When the old man was angry, he would still beat people up.

Bang, bang, bang …

It was a one-sided beating.

At this moment, the white-clothed girl, Ah Qi, walked down from the mountain with her pet, Little Ferret.

She witnessed with her own eyes the once stunning, all-powerful, ruthless Elder of the Demonic Sect who could stir up the wind and clouds.

He was pressed to the ground by the old monk, Wuzhen, with a set of Shaolin's Arhat Fists.

"Master, isn't he the abbot's disciple?"

"Those nine old fellows …"

"How is this possible? Those nine old fellows were beaten up by this old monk? "

Little Ferret, who was on the white-clothed girl's shoulder, immediately stood up and opened its eyes wide. He couldn't even practice the basic fist technique.

He practiced it like he was flicking cotton. He was sweating like rain and was about to die from exhaustion.

He was the useless old man that it once despised.

He actually used this very basic fist technique to press the nine Elders of the Demonic Sect, who had the highest combat power, to the ground mercilessly.

After a merciless beating, the nine Elders of the Demonic Sect didn't even have the slightest bit of temper.

At this moment, in the eyes of the white-clothed girl and Little Ferret, Wuzhen became so mysterious, unfathomable, and terrifying. That was the Daoist Rhyme that flowed with his hands, and his body was condensed with a dense and vast Buddhist aura.

Using the most basic fist technique, he was able to produce traces of the Daoist Rhyme. The aura fluctuation on his body directly merged with the heaven and earth.

Puff …

The white-clothed girl frowned, as if she was suddenly suppressed by a terrifying force.

Under the rebound, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, are you okay?"

Little Ferret was horrified. He looked at the white-clothed girl with concern and anxiously jumped up and down.

"Xuanxin, I still underestimated him."

"Hehe, do you still think that he's not a powerful person, but an ordinary monk?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, the white-clothed girl looked at Little Ferret in shock.

In her opinion, Xuanxin was an old disciple of Xuanxin.

If he was already so powerful, how could he not be a Divine Ability Almighty?

"Master, this … this …"

"Libation's eyes are very sharp. How could Libation be wrong?"

"That abbot Xuanxin is an ordinary monk. It's this old monk who is the real powerful person."

"Look at him, that vast Buddhist aura, and the natural Daoist Rhyme on his body. This terrifying suppressive force …"

Little Ferret rubbed his eyes. He looked left and right. No matter how he looked, he felt that this old monk with the Buddhist name Wuzhen was a very powerful person.

He was an extremely powerful person who hid his strength very well.

"Oh?"

"A small temple in the mountains hides such a powerful Buddhist cultivator?"

The white-clothed girl didn't comment on Little Ferret's words. She still believed in her intuition.

She still felt that this small temple in the mountains was the Shaolin Temple.

The real almighty with supernatural powers was Xuan Xin!