Longevity, step by step to the highest

Wuji Temple, Wuji Hall, is more than 6,000 miles away from Qinglin Temple.

Two days later, Wu Ping came here. He was not in a hurry to comprehend the 72 unique skills of Qinglin Temple.

Instead, he took advantage of the fact that the news of his sweeping Qinglin Temple had not yet reached here and caught Wuji Temple off guard.

His purpose was naturally for the sect's martial arts: "Wuji Gong", which was said to be created by the founder of the sect, Zhang Daoling.

It is powerful and even better than the "Xi Sui Jing" of Qinglin Temple.

This time, Wu Ping did not choose the same strategy as Qinglin Temple, but first explored the entire Wuji Temple. After confirming that there were no masters who were dangerous to him, he went directly into the temple.

He still looked like a thick-browed man, but the cultivation level he showed at this time was that of a mid-level grandmaster.

This allowed him to travel smoothly all the way, and he was personally received by Mu Qingsong, the master of Wuji Temple.

An unknown mid-level grandmaster came to visit, and Mu Qingsong had to pay attention.

After all, he was only a mid-stage Grandmaster.

"Daoyou, what's your name? What's the purpose of coming to my Wuji Temple?" Mu Qingsong looked at the thick-browed man in front of him and spoke directly.

Whether it was the way of speaking or the clothes of the Wuji Temple, they were all similar to those of the immortal cultivators, and they looked like Taoists.

In their view, martial arts is also cultivation, and there is no big difference between cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao.

"My name is Tie Sanqiang. I have long heard of the power of your temple's "Wuji Gong" and the reputation of the master of Mu Temple. I came here today to verify the martial arts. I wonder if the master can give me some advice?"

"Daoyou, what are you talking about? You and I are both mid-stage Grandmasters, so there is no need to give me advice."

Mu Qingsong smiled. He was very happy to be praised by the master of the same level.

Soon, under the guidance of Mu Qingsong, the two came to the square outside the Wuji Temple.

This place will be the place for the two to fight, and there are many Wuji Temple disciples around.

They were also somewhat curious about this thick-browed man who dared to challenge their master.

"Friend Tie, please!"

Mu Qingsong acted like a master and signaled Wu Ping to attack first.

In response, Wu Ping smiled and punched out without any nonsense.

"Bang!"

Fist to fist, Mu Qingsong was directly beaten back four or five steps, his face flushed.

His numb arms made him unbelievable, why was his opponent's strength so much stronger than his?

"Master Mu, I was born with supernatural power, you'd better be careful."

This was considered to be a step for Mu Qingsong, and his changed face returned to normal, but he was a little serious, and he didn't dare to be careless in his heart.

The "Wuji Gong" was running, and the wind was under his feet. The spiritual energy was attached to his fist and hit Wu Ping.

He wanted to get back the place in the same way.

He couldn't accept being embarrassed in front of so many Wuji disciples.

Wu Ping looked at the mighty boxing, and he understood something in his heart. Wuji Temple focused on the use of spiritual energy, which was obviously much stronger than Qinglin Temple.

The attack focus of the two was obviously different, and this fist wrapped in spiral spiritual energy was the best proof.

I just don't know how powerful it is?

Wu Ping was not careless, and also gathered a lot of spiritual energy in his fist and attacked again.

"Bang!"

The huge sound of the spiritual energy fist explosion sounded, and the result was still the same as last time. Mu Qingsong was beaten back again, and this time he was beaten back a distance of more than ten steps.

Mu Qingsong looked at Wu Ping who was standing still, and felt even more uncomfortable.

What the hell is the natural power of God, is the natural power so strong?

Although this punch was not his full strength, it was not much different.

He really couldn't accept that he was the master of Wuji Temple and practiced the supreme magic skill "Wuji Gong", but he couldn't beat an unknown master.

He retreated more than ten steps to release the force. Although he was not injured, the opponent did not move at all. He was definitely holding back.

Should he continue to fight?

For a moment, Mu Qingsong doubted his life, but as the master of Wuji Temple, he quickly came to his senses and came up with a solution that was not a solution.

Since the opponent was so powerful, he would not confront him head-on.

"Sword!"

With a loud shout, the sword placed on the sword rack in the square was directly sucked into Mu Qingsong's hand.

He had not used this famous sword, which was ranked in the top ten of the Qin Dynasty, for a long time. He did not expect that he would use it today.

With the sword in hand, Mu Qingsong chose to use his agile body movements and skills to fight Wu Ping.

But will things really develop as he imagined?

The answer is clear and distinct...

Looking at the sword light that came like a gust of wind, Wu Ping narrowed his eyes.

The opponent was very fast, but he was faster.

Slightly sideways, avoiding the stabbing sword, and pointed out with one finger.

"Bang!"

Mu Qingsong groaned as he felt a sharp pain on his wrist. He could no longer hold the sword in his hand.He stopped and fell to the ground.

He lost, he actually lost just like that!

He had never suffered such a defeat since he started practicing martial arts. It would be fine if he was defeated by an opponent with higher cultivation than him, but he was defeated by an opponent of the same level.

And it was so thorough, the gap was so huge, which made Mu Qingsong very uncomfortable.

"Master Mu, thank you for letting me."

"My friend, I have a dream, that is, to test the world with martial arts, collect martial arts from all over the world, and seek a way to break through martial arts."

"I came here today to borrow your Wuji Gong to take a look. If I have a breakthrough in the future, I will report it later. I wonder if you can help me?"

As Wu Ping's voice fell, the entire Wuji Palace Square suddenly became quiet, and then quickly became noisy.

Many Wuji disciples looked at Wu Ping with hostility. If Mu Qingsong hadn't answered, they would probably rush forward.

Asking for their Wuji Temple's sect-stabilizing magic "Wuji Gong" is really shameless and a daydream.

Even if he defeated their mid-stage Grandmaster, it would be impossible.

Wu Ping's words also made Mu Qingsong's face change.

He didn't expect that the thick-browed man in front of him would have such courage and actually wanted to learn their magical skill "Wuji Gong".

If it was an ordinary person, he would teach the other person a lesson in a minute and beat him to death with a stick.

The problem now is that the other party's strength is too abnormal. It's okay now that he is in the mid-stage Grandmaster. The old Grandmaster of their Wuji Temple in the late stage of the Grandmaster should be able to deal with him.

If he breaks through to the late stage of the Grandmaster in the future, who in his Wuji Temple can defeat him?

Moreover, this possibility is not small. Judging from the age of the other party, he is only middle-aged, not even as old as him.

Such a martial arts talent is really amazing!

What should I do?

Forget it...

Let the old master worry about this matter. The late stage of the Grandmaster should be able to suppress this mid-stage Grandmaster pervert.

"Friend Tie, Wuji Gong is related to the inheritance of our temple. It is a matter of great importance. I have to consult the ancestors of our temple before I can make a decision. Please follow me."

After Mu Qingsong finished speaking, he led the way and left, and Wu Ping followed.

Leaving behind a group of Wuji disciples in a mess in the wind, this result is completely different from what they expected. Their master has "changed"!