The Congenital Conflict

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In the abbot's courtyard, Huo Yuanzhen looked at them with a smile, and Ning Wanjun was still a little angry Luo Caiyi was persuaded.

Luo Caiyi was still a little angry, "That monk is really annoying, Huo Yuanzhen, why didn't you drive them away?"

Huo Yuanzhen said: "Caiyi, don't be impatient in everything. I have already been concerned about this matter, so you don't have to worry."

Ning Wanjun asked Huo Yuanzhen at this time: "You have been out for so long, have you ever heard from my father?"

Only then did Huo Yuanzhen remember that he had not told Ning Wanjun about Mo Tianxie, and hurriedly said: "Before I left, Master Mo had come."

"My dad has been here? Why don't I know?"

"Master Mo is also afraid that you will be sad. He told me that he went to Persia and could return in about three months. Calculate the time, and it will be almost done in more than a month."

Although Ning Wanjun and Luo Caiyi lived in Shaolin for a comfortable life, they were also worried about Mo Tianxie's affairs, especially Ning Wanjun, how could he not miss his father? Now that he heard about Mo Tianxie's news, he knew that his father was safe for the time being, and felt a little better, but said, "Have you gone to Persia? He is going to retaliate."

"What kind of reinforcements are there in Persia?"

"Yuan Zhen, you don't know that the Holy Fire Sect's lineage was originally passed down from Persia. The leaders of all generations also had a good relationship with the Persian General Assembly. Until Ding Buer's generation, because Ding Buer's martial arts were too high and his ambitions were extremely ambitions, he did not give him face to the Persian General Assembly. The Persian General Assembly could not do anything to him, so he broke off the contact. After that, he disappeared, and the next leader gradually resumed contact with Persia. My father also had a good relationship with Persia. Now Li Yifeng and others have occupied the Tianshan Demon General Assembly. He must have asked someone to help him when he went to Persia."

Ning Wanjun spoke and showed joy. Since Mo Tianxie went to bring reinforcements, he would definitely not come back if he was not sure. He should be able to regain control of the Holy Fire Sect. At that time, the world might be peaceful.

Hearing Ning Wanjun's words, Huo Yuanzhen nodded frequently. He also hoped that Mo Tianxie could control the Holy Fire Sect. After all, Mo Tianxie was much better at mastering the Holy Fire Sect than Li Yifeng's group of people, at least not an enemy.

At this point, nothing happened, but Luo Caiyi's eyes turned and suddenly asked again: "Huo Yuanzhen, Dongfang Qing is very beautiful."

After asking this question, Ning Wanjun also looked at Huo Yuanzhen with beautiful eyes and wanted to hear his answer.

It turns out that this is their purpose.

Huo Yuanzhen did not hesitate at all about this issue. He was definitely not a wise move at this time. He just smiled and said, "Dongfang Qing is indeed very beautiful."

Luo Caiyi curled her lips: "I knew that if you are not beautiful, you would not sacrifice your life to help you in Butterfly Valley."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Where is Caiyi saying that? When you have something to do, I will sacrifice my life to help you."

"How can we be the same as her!"

Luo Caiyi said angrily, and Huo Yuanzhen asked: "Where is the difference?"

"We will not talk to you and I will not talk to you."

Luo Caiyi turned her eyes aside, but she secretly thought about Huo Yuanzhen's words in her heart.

It is obvious that there is a hint of maintaining Dongfang Qing in Huo Yuanzhen's words, which makes Luo Caiyi feel alert, but she can't say anything, because as far as she knows, so far, no one has clearly established a relationship with Huo Yuanzhen.

However, it seems that the relationship between Huo Yuanzhen and Dongfang Qing is not that simple.

At this time, Huo Yuanzhen said again: "You don't have to guess. Dongfang Qing will go to Shaolin at most tomorrow to investigate the fact that our Shaolin has become a first-class sect."

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, Ning Wanjun and Luo Caiyi both showed a look of concern. After saying a few words to Huo Yuanzhen, they returned to the back mountain, and didn't know what to say.

Night is the time that Huo Yuanzhen likes more, because of quietness, he can practice wholeheartedly.

With the thirteen times acceleration, Huo Yuanzhen's cultivation achievements during this period were very great. Not only did the boy's skills in the innate realm have been stable, but there have been great progress. The golden air mass with a diameter of one meter has reached nearly one meter one. On the road from the early stage of the innate stage to the middle stage of the innate stage, he has walked one third, almost half of it.

This kind of high-speed growth without any worries has made Huo Yuanzhen full of motivation for his cultivation. Now it is October 20th. Perhaps by the Chinese New Year, his boy skills can reach the mid-stage level of his innate skills, which is extremely amazing.

He originally planned to practice the Beiming Divine Art, but was interrupted by Wuming. During this period, Huo Yuanzhen did not continue to study the Beiming Divine Art. He should hurry up and practice first. It is serious to improve his skills.

It was snowing outside the window at some point, and everything was silent. Only the slight rustling sound when the snow fell into Huo Yuanzhen's increasingly sensitive senses, making people feel quiet.

I don’t know when it was time. Huo Yuanzhen had just finished practicing one Zhoutian and was about to come to another Zhoutian. Suddenly, Wuming’s voice sounded in Huo Yuanzhen’s ears.

"Abbot! Stay in the abbot's courtyard and don't come out. A strong enemy comes to Shaolin Temple!"

Huo Yuanzhen was shocked. This was the first time Wuming said this to him.

Huo Yuanzhen probably doesn't think there is anyone in the world who can describe Wuming as a powerful enemy. Except Ding Buer, Dongfang Qing, and even a person of Mo Tianxie's level cannot be called a powerful enemy by Wuming.

Could it be that Dongfang Qing came in the middle of the night?

I hurriedly contacted the Golden Eagle and asked the Golden Eagle to observe the situation outside.

Under the golden-eyed eagle's eagle's eagle's eagle, Huo Yuanzhen saw Wuming turn into a stream of light, running out from the Sutra Pavilion, and heading straight to the direction of the temple gate.

Wuming's speed is very fast, very fast, much faster than Huo Yuanzhen, but Huo Yuanzhen felt that Wuming's speed was not as fast as Dongfang Qing.

Of course, no matter how fast he is, he is not as fast as the golden-eyed eagle in the sky. The golden-eyed eagle spreads its wings and flies to the temple gate with Wuming.

Wuming came to the temple gate without stopping, flew out of the temple and headed down the mountain.

Seeing this scene, Huo Yuanzhen was secretly shocked. Could it be that Wuming discovered it when he was still outside Yuzhai Mountain? Is this skill a little too terrifying?

The golden-eyed eagle continued to follow, and Wuming moved forward quickly, reaching the official road at the foot of the mountain. It was about ten miles away that Wuming stopped.

Through the Golden Eye Eagle's Hawk's Hawk, Huo Yuanzhen also saw the situation here.

On the top of a big tree not far away, Dongfang Qing, dressed in white, stood on the top of the tree, watching Wuming rushing towards him from afar.

When there were about thirty meters away from the treetops, Wuming stopped, looked at the fairy-like woman in white on the treetops, and said coldly: "Are you Dongfang Qing?"

Dongfang Qing also looked at Wuming at this time, looked up and down, and suddenly smiled, "Who is the master of innate perfection in Shaolin Temple? Isn't this old monster Du? I didn't expect that you have entered innate perfection. You are really not good at looking at it."

Wuming snorted coldly: "Dongfangqing, do you dare to talk to me like this? When I met your master, your mother was not yet born."

Dongfang Qing's face turned cold: "Old Monster Du, don't think that you can be rampant in front of this leader when you are old. Innate perfection, there are also strengths and weaknesses."

"You said it right."

Wuming looked up at Dongfang Qing: "Although I have not been in the innate perfection for a long time, it is before you at least. But today I won't talk to you about this. What do you mean by coming to the foot of my Shaolin Mountain in the middle of the night?"

Dongfang Qing's white dress swayed her sleeves gently, and she smiled like a flower: "The world is so big, where can I not go? I will come when I come, what else do you want?"

"I know you are here to investigate the fact that Shaolin has become a first-class sect, but I hope you can follow the rules and come whenever you should come. Don't come in the middle of the night, so as not to cause misunderstandings."

When Wuming started to come out, he didn't know that Dongfang Qing was coming. Now that he saw that it was Dongfang Qing, he was not hostile. After just saying a few words, he thought his tone and attitude were good.

But who is Dongfang Qing? He is the leader of the martial arts world and treats heroes as nothing. Now he has become a congenital perfection. Although he is dependent on others in front of Huo Yuanzhen, his arrogance can't be suppressed in front of others.

Although Wuming's tone was not too much, Dongfang Qing was also unhappy in his ears. He gently shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back: "Old Monster Du, this leader is not here to find you when he comes to Shaolin. You should do whatever you should do. Don't get in the way here."

Wuming has a good temper in front of others and doesn't speak because it is because others do not have the qualification to talk to him equally. Now when he sees Dongfang Qing, he can't see that indifferent: "You are born perfect. If you enter my Shaolin in the middle of the night, you may threaten our Shaolin. So I must stop you. If you want to come, please be early tomorrow!"

"What if I don't agree?"

Dongfang Qing was behind her hands, with a tall figure, and her chin raised the arc of eternal pride. She looked down at Wuming with a condescending and did not take this master who had entered the innate perfection before her.

Wuming looked at Dongfang Qing's contemptuous expression and snorted coldly: "You come down and talk to me first!"

After raising his hand, a golden dragon flew out in Wuming's palm with teeth and claws, and headed straight for the big tree where Dongfang Qing was standing.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Dongfang Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, and she didn't move, allowing the golden dragon to break the big tree under her feet.

The big tree fell down rumblingly, Wuming smiled and looked at Dongfang Qing, waiting for her to fall from the sky.

Unexpectedly, although the big tree fell down, Dongfang Qing still stood tall at the height of the treetops, looking at Wuming with contempt, and her whole person was just suspended in the void!

"This is impossible!"

Wuming opened his mouth wide and looked at Dongfang Qing in disbelief. He even saw that Dongfang Qing even moved his feet and took a step forward in the void!
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