Chapter 2358: The origin of the extreme martial arts

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"Hey, he is..."
"My mother, how can this old guy be here, this is going to be dead."
When Wu Wuji saw the old man with white hair, he suddenly changed his mind. He took his disciple and turned away, and if he looked at him carefully, he would find that Wu Wuji walked and his mouth was still chanting. "I can't see me, you can't see me, I'm not a martial artist."
"Master, we haven't talked to Shibo yet, how can we leave..." Wu Wuji's young disciple asked inexplicably.
"To shut up."
Wu Wuji saw the old man with white hair, his heart trembled, and he didn't want to stay anymore. He even screamed at the same time, and then he took his disciple and walked away in the distance.
However, at this time, the old man with white hair also saw Wu Wuji, his face sank and shouted. "Wu mad, seeing the ancestors here, dare you run?"
In particular, the old man with white hair saw Wu Wuji’s appearance. He had a fire in his heart. Before that, he felt that Sun Qingya and Monica’s two little girls were only facing Xiangyang, but they did not have the door. The feeling of grievances that will erupt.
"Who is a madman, I don't know, I don't know, let's go, don't let the dead old man catch up." Wu Wuji is pretending to be unheard, mouth screaming, pulling his little disciple I have to leave.
Obviously, Wu Wuji is no stranger to this white-haired old man, and there should be a bitter experience before it will make his extremely martial-minded king of the martial arts see the other side and scare and turn around.
"Bastard, this guy is really dare to run in front of his ancestors." After seeing the old man, the white-haired old man suddenly blew his beard and blinked, ready to take the Wu Wujii to grasp the lesson.
"Second brother, seeing that the big brother would not run out without saying a greeting, what do you mean by this?"
At this time, Xiang Yang's leisurely voice was passed from one side, only to see Xiang Yangzheng, one of the former Sun Qingya and Monica's little hand standing in the distance, with a faint smile on his face said Wu Wuji.
"I didn't hear it. I don't call it a madman, nor a second brother. I am just an ordinary person. I have to go back to the retreat with my disciples..."
Wu Wuji is the words of self-deception in the mouth, pulling his disciples one step at a time, they must flee.
"Hey..."
However, Wu Wuji has not yet cast a supernatural power to leave, and he saw that the ancient celestial king Li Huan, who was standing next to the white-haired old man next to Xiangyang, has already shot. His hand is open, and he is caught in the air. Suddenly, there is an invisible force. The instant eruption directly sealed the space where Wu Wuji was located. Even if Wu Wuji was a peerless king, he could not do it. He could only pull his own little disciple and stand there with a depressed face.
"Don't run, in front of the deity, it is impossible to run Wu Wuya in the past, let alone you."
Li Huan’s figure doesn’t know when it’s in front of Wu Wuji, with a faint smile on his face.
Li Huan naturally knows that Wu Wuji is the person of the extreme martial arts. He also once studied with Wu Wuji's ancestors. At this moment, he was forced to ban Wu Wuji's actions, but he did not feel embarrassed.
"Predecessors, you are bullying. If you let my family see you, you will definitely feel very shameless."
Wu Wuji bit his teeth and looked at Li Huan, although he has been secretly watching Li Huan from a spirit to the whole body in the battlefield of the fairy, watching the original spirit of the king, but possessing the flesh. It turned out to be a fairy, and his heart was very helpless.
If it was Li Huan not long ago, Wu Wuji would dare to rush forward to fight with each other. However, at this moment, Li Huan is already a strong connoisseur, even if Wu Wuji is confident in his own strength. Enemy with Li Huan.
Even, he thinks that Li Huan is right, even if the ancestors of his own martial arts are not necessarily the opponents of Li Huan, after all, Li Huan broke out after the body The momentum is really terrible, and that kind of power makes Wu Wuji feel trembling.
"I only know that my boss let you stay." Li Huan said softly.
"Hey..."
Wu Wuji sighed and felt that he was too unlucky. He knew that he would not leave behind Xiangyang, but should find other exits and leave the battlefield of Xian.
However, it is useless to say that, not only Li Huan stood in front of him to stop him from leaving, even the white-haired old man came to him, and looked at him with a bad face.
Wu Wuji knows that this time he has to face not only the ‘big brother’ of Xiangyang, but also the invincible strongman of one of the nine avenues of the white-haired old man.
"Cough..."
Wu Wuji coughed a few times and showed a reluctant smile to the old man with white hair. Then he said to the young disciple, "Call the ancestors."
"What..."
Wu Wuji’s disciple suddenly stunned, and the little guy opened his eyes and looked at his master in a silly manner. He said with a fragile voice, "You respect this, do you want to bully the ancestors and change the door to another?"

"bump..."
When the little guy’s words were just finished, the head was knocked on, and suddenly, his tears fell quickly.
"You... why are you hitting me?"
The little guy stared at his head and looked at the white-haired old man with his eyes wide open. The person who just shot him was not someone else. It was this white-haired old man who looked like his master was about the same age, but He seems to be more abominable than his master.
The little guy thought in his heart, and his tears fell off his head.
"Little guy, the grandfather does not call, but dare to talk, you are asking to fight." White-haired old man shook his head and said.
"Old man, my second brother turned out to be your disciple?" Xiang Yang is a curious color, with two women coming to the vicinity, looking at the white-haired old man and Wu Wuji, always think that these two are white-headed A white beard looks more like a brother, not a teacher or a teacher.
"Cough, not."
Wu Wuji quickly shook his head and said, "He, he, he is the ancestor of my martial arts."
When he spoke, he was a little hesitant, and he didn’t dare to say it because the white-haired old man was one of the nine avenues of the Daomen. He once said that the descendants of the martial arts were not allowed to say the identity of the other party. I said it myself, I don’t know if I will be beaten by this violent grandfather.
Thinking of this, Wu Wuji carefully looked at the white-haired old man and found that the other side did not show how angry he was, he was relieved.
"What..."
His words suddenly made Xiang Yang scared a big jump, his eyes looked at the white-haired old man, exclaimed, "You are not the old monster of the Taoist door? How did it become the grandfather of the great martial arts?"
He feels that this relationship is a bit confusing. If the white-haired old man is also the grandfather of the martial arts, isn't that the martial art itself is a branch of the Taoist door?
Although he is not very clear about many things in the fairy world, he knows that the Daomen family in the ancient times was a big one, and later fell behind. Nowadays, there are countless powerful forces that can stand up against the gates.
However, it seems that the Taoist Gate has not really fallen, but has developed in secret. Even such a terrible force of the Great Martial Arts is related to the Taoist Gate. So, what else can't it be the gate?
"This is a long story. It is not created by a single person. It was created by a young man when he was young. He was born with the martial arts skills of the ancient martial arts. I did not expect it to be like this." A unique pulse, um, sloppy, but still did not reach the goal when the old man founded this door." The white-haired old man said with a smile.
Although the old guy said that the martial arts did not achieve his goal of creating this door, but Xiang Yang and others no matter how they look, always feel that this old guy is very proud of it.
However, this made Shen Yang feel shocked, even if he did not think that the very unique Wu Mengzi who was famous in the fairy world was actually created by one of the old monsters of Daomen and others.
It’s no wonder that the martial arts are all over the place and challenge the strong everywhere. Whether you can beat the other side, you can always live well. This is not because the martial art is too strong, but also because of the background of the martial art. Too powerful.
However, this also proves that this white-haired old man is a generation of old monsters on the Jiu Di Mountain in Daomen. It is definitely a living stone level figure.
When Xiang Yang was sighing, the white-haired old man looked at Wu Wuji, and he hated iron in his eyes. "You bastard, finally let the old man catch you. In the past, your master sent you nine." Emperor Mountain, asking us to take care of you for a while, and you have deceived the sacred woman of the Daomen. If you lie, you will abandon it. How can there be people like you in the world? Slag, how can there be such a shameless younger disciple?
"Wow..."
This is simply the most incomparable news. Not only did Xiang Yang and others have their eyes wide open, but even Wu Wuji’s disciples also opened their eyes and looked at their master incredibly, saying, "Master, your history, It turned out to be such a beautiful scenery."
"To shut up."
Wu Wuji wants to cry without tears. When he was young, the black history was turned over by his ancestors. This made his heart too depressed. When he saw the white-haired old man, he said that the more unhappy he was, the more he wanted to do it. Even a 'wow' crying out, directly fell to the ground, shouting at the white-haired old man with a nose and a tear.
"Zu Shiye, when the disciples were still young, the reason why they would do this kind of thing is really a strange disciple. It is mainly because the disciples at that time were so handsome. They are even more handsome than my older brother. I don't know how many times. The disciple only saw one side with the saint of the Taoist door. She liked me and wrapped me around. What can I do..."
The more he said, the more sad he was, and he felt more and more grievances. He couldn’t help but point to Xiang Yang. "You see my grandfather, I am much better than my older brother. My older brother, he is young. The beautiful women around the world, not only brought out three from the battlefield of the fairy, but also two outside, and I don’t know how many beautiful women have been harmed by him in other places. I think we should not care about me now. The fault, but should first make these guys who are very likely to endless troubles, so that he can not harm other good families."
"I rely on..."