"Monk!" Su Zhe roared, stood up and wanted to rush forward to stop him.
But the Spear Saint King Yi didn't even turn his head, he just waved his hand and knocked Su Zhe away.
"You have great martial arts skills, senior." He said while gritting his teeth.
Wang Yi frowned slightly: "It's not easy for you to hold on until now, give up. Jie Kong and I are old acquaintances, I won't kill you."
"Do you know why I'm here?" asked Jieqingbujieluo.
Wang Yi shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then how can you persuade me to retreat!" He shouted angrily and punched Wang Yi. At this moment, an illusion of Buddhist Vajra appeared in his outstretched hand.
"The great arhat's magical power to subdue demons!" someone shouted.
It is said that the great arhat's magical power to subdue demons is the highest martial art among the external kung fu of Buddhism. It is not difficult to get started. Many Buddhist disciples have practiced it, but ordinary people can only practice to the third level. Only when they practice to the eighth level or above, will the arhat illusion appear when they practice. At that time, this punch has the power to shake the sky and split the earth.
"You dare to punch me, very good." Wang Yi also threw a punch, and his fists collided with Jie Qing Bu Jie Se's, turning the Vajra force into invisible, but his expression did not change at all.
But Jieqingbujielu did not retreat a step, and the veins on his forehead bulged, raising the great arhat's magic power of subduing demons to a higher level. In the restaurant, the tables and chairs shook in an instant, and many wine bottles burst in an instant. The heroes present looked at Jieqingbujielu with a little more admiration.
At such an age, he could fight against the Spear Saint King without retreating. Most of the leaders of the major sects in the field asked themselves if they had such ability.
Nangong Xier quietly placed her hand on the hilt of the sword. The man in green reached out to stop her and shook his head at her.
"When do we start?" Feng Zuojun directly skipped the question of "whether to help or not" and just asked when to start.
Xie Yuling had been watching their fight intently, his back dripping with sweat. He sighed and said, "If we could take action, we would have done it long ago. Looking at the situation, if we take action, Wang Yi will kill us." After saying that, Xie Yuling looked at Priest Xue.
Priest Xue continued to drink slowly and said with a smile: "He and I have no relationship at all, so there is no reason for me to do anything."
Feng Zuojun whispered: "You help us, and we will help you later!"
Priest Xue shook his head: "Okay, but don't rush."
"Retreat." Wang Yi said in a deep voice.
"No retreat!" He shouted angrily without restraining his emotions or lust.
Wang Yi shook his head: "Then it's not my fault." He clenched his right fist and waved his left hand, and the spear that was inserted in the side fell into his hand.
"Monk, forget it!" Su Zhe fell at the door and shouted angrily.
"Why just let it go? How can you just let it go?" An old voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Wang Yi frowned suddenly, quickly retracted his fist, grasped the spear, dodged to the side, and looked towards the door.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, his dancing monk robe dropped down, and he looked towards the door.
Two people wearing conical hats stood there, their robes fluttering in the wind.
"We in the Su family never calculate when doing things. We will fight to the end until we die." The old voice sounded again.
"Su family?" Su Zhe turned his head and asked in surprise.
"You are Thirteenth Brother's son, right? It seems that Thirteenth Brother's lineage can only rely on the abacus. Let us handle the fighting." The old man said with a smile.
"Who is coming?" Wang Ruoxu shouted.
Wang Yi had already guessed the identity of the visitor. He held a spear in his hand with a serious expression.
Nangong Xier once again grasped the hilt of the sword, but this time the man in green clothes did not try to stop her. He just smiled and said, "The fun is about to begin."
"You ask who we are?" The two took off their hats at the same time.
"We are of course from Weilongshan and the Su family!"
"Su Baiyi!" Everyone in the field exclaimed.
Among them were naturally old acquaintances such as Nangong Xier, Feng Zuojun, and Xie Yuling, but when Fusheng Zuimenglou spread the news that Su Baiyi possessed magical powers, it also spread his portrait. Everyone in the major sects had a copy, so naturally they recognized him.
"Su Baiyi actually came here!"
"How dare he come here?"
"You're younger than I thought!"
Su Jian put down his bamboo hat, looking a little embarrassed. He was the one who had been talking the whole time, but everyone's attention was on Su Baiyi. He smiled and said, "Su Baiyi, it seems that you are more famous than me in the martial arts world."
Su Baiyi hurriedly complimented: "No, no, when your uncle's name is shouted out, it's truly well-known like thunder!" He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone in the restaurant could hear it.
"Who is left in the Su family now? The head of the family, Su Heli?" everyone in the room whispered.
Su Jian took a step forward, helped Su Zhe up from the ground, and then looked at everyone: "I am Su Jian from the Su family!"
There was a moment of silence.
Because the name Su Jian is so distant. When he was dominating the martial arts world, most people in the scene had not even been born yet. Even if they had heard his stories when they were young, they did not have a deep impression of him.
Until a white-haired old man dropped the wine glass in his hand to the ground, he said with a slight tremor: "Demon Lord, Su Jian."
"Demon Lord, Su Jian!"
Su Jian, the first person of the Su family to enter the world, who won the Liangyu in the Heroes Conference for many years in a row by defeating other heroes.
Su Jian, who single-handedly destroyed several major sects and was not afraid of the two major forces in the north and the south.
The Su Jian who had long disappeared, leaving behind only a series of terrifying legends.
"Long time no see." Su Jian said loudly, "I am back today, please teach me!"
Su Baiyi curled his lips helplessly. Although this old ancestor had been locked up in the dark prison for decades, he was still a guy who loved to show off.
Wang Ruoxu on the stage was somewhat shocked. The name Su Jian was not too unfamiliar to his generation, and he had vaguely heard that he was still alive. But he did not expect that such a person would appear at this time and place. This heroic meeting today was even more complicated than he had imagined.
When Su Jian asked "give me some advice", whose advice was it
Who in the field is qualified to teach him
Only one person.
Wang Yi finally spoke: "I have been secluded in the backyard, watching the pond for many years, just waiting to come out for a fight, and I can live up to expectations. I have fought before, but the opponent did not use his full strength, so I couldn't enjoy it."
Su Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will have a great time fighting with me. Not only will you have a great time, you should also-"
Su Baiyi clapped his hands and said, "Sure, we will fight to the death!"
The man in green asked Nangong Xier with a smile: "Are you sure Su Baiyi was really kidnapped? Why do I feel like he is enjoying this support?"
Nangong Xier shook her head helplessly and cursed, "This idiot."