Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

After the monk Hui Shi pretended to be a yamen, it seemed that he had really become a yamen who bullied the soft and feared the hard, with an extremely arrogant attitude.

There were more than a dozen ordinary yamen behind him, all of them staring viciously at Cui Heng in the cell.

However, no one dared to rush forward.

Although they did not see that Cui Heng collapsed the cell passage from a distance of four or five feet, but he was definitely a first-class master in the arena who could shake the bluestone building like this, and he could slap them to death with a single slap. .

Cui Heng looked at the monk Hui Shi, and said with a chuckle, "Why are monks so angry, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?"

"What nonsense, I am the head of the Julu County yamen, not a monk!" Monk Huishi was furious. He obviously didn't want to reveal his identity, so he stepped forward and raised his right hand to grab Cui Heng.

The monk who pretended to be the head of the yamen's class was obviously not weak in martial arts. He was two or three feet away from Cui Heng, but he came to Cui Heng in just one step.

He held his right hand into a claw and grabbed it towards Cui Heng's shoulder.

The power of this claw is extremely powerful, and there are actually white lines in the air when swiping, tearing out gusts of wind, which is like a gust of wind whistling in human ears.

Even if it is copper and iron, under this claw, I am afraid it will be shattered on the spot.

The dozen or so yamen who followed him were stunned. They never thought that their class leader would have such a powerful martial arts.

Such martial arts might be above the first-class level, so how could a small county magistrate be in charge?

The old man in the cell next door was also a little surprised. His eyesight was extraordinary, and at a glance, he could see that this yamen class leader should have condensed his true energy, and he could be respected as a little master in the rivers and lakes.

"The poor fellow didn't even know that the dungeon passage was collapsed by a distance of four or five meters." The old man sneered in his heart. In his opinion, the head of the yamen was obviously seeking his own death.

It is not too difficult to shake the dungeon passage built with bluestone.

As long as you step into the realm of washing the marrow, the qi is naturally generated, which is first-class in the world. With the power of the qi, a master of this level can smash the bluestone as large as the grinding disc with one palm.

But Cui Heng directly collapsed the dungeon passage from a distance of four or five feet!

This is far more than a first-class or even a grandmaster that has never been seen before. I am afraid that only a grandmaster who has opened the entrance and started to feel internal and external can do it.

If Monk Hui Shi knew this, he would definitely not act rashly.

Too bad he didn't see that scene at all.

In the blink of an eye, Monk Hui Shi's attack had approached Cui Heng's shoulder.

His eyes were cruel, and he wanted to directly abolish Cui Heng's arm.

The martial arts used in this claw is a variation of the "dragon claw grasping hand" in the eighty-one stunts of Lotus Temple.

While hiding the origin of martial arts, it retains most of its power.

Best at grabbing and unloading human bones.

A first-class countryman with no family and no sect, it is simply impossible to resist his own grasp that contains true energy.

But just when Monk Hui Shi was thinking like this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand, as if he had caught something indestructible, and all the strength was abruptly returned.

Click!

The sound of broken bones sounded.

When the five fingers of Monk Hui Shi's right hand were still three inches away from Cui Heng's shoulder, the flesh and blood suddenly shattered, the bones inside were broken, and they came out from the flesh and blood!

"how can that be?!"

Monk Hui Shi exclaimed, with an unbelievable expression on his face, his eyes almost popping out.

This extremely shocking feeling even surpassed the pain in his hand.

But before he could react to what was going on, Cui Heng let out another breath.

Just like a normal person breathing, he blew out a breath.

The next moment-

Boom!

Like a thunder blast,

There was a loud bang in the void.

In this dungeon with almost no air circulation, a group of small tornadoes appeared out of thin air, with a height of about 10 feet, connecting the top of the dungeon.

At the same time, the dead grass, gravel, and many debris accumulated on the ground were all swept in by this gust of wind, flying sand and rocks!

Immediately afterwards, this extremely fierce storm hit the monk Hui Shi directly.

This Buddhist master, who had become infuriating enough to be called a little master, was knocked out on the spot and slammed into the top stone slab of the dungeon.

However, the gust of wind did not stop, and everywhere it passed was destroyed. All kinds of torture tools, stones, and stone prisons were all destroyed after the storm swept through.

When the dozen or so yamen saw this, they all ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

But how could their speed keep up with this gust of wind, one by one, they were like shreds of paper in the storm, and they were all rolled up and thrown in all directions, life and death unknown.

Boom! !

Suddenly, another loud noise was heard, but it was the storm that hit the entrance in the depths of the dungeon, apparently causing the passage to collapse.

At this point, the gust of wind finally dissipated, and the entire dungeon was a mess.

The old man standing not far from Cui Heng was completely stunned, he only felt that his thinking had stagnated and his mind was blank.

what's the situation?

What was that just now?

Snapped!

He slapped himself so hard that he grinned in pain.

Isn't this a dream? !

"I'm a little mother, this, this is still martial arts?"

Outrageous!

Just blowing a breath can achieve this effect? !

boom!

The monk Hui Shi, who had just been blown to the top of the dungeon, fell down, his hands and feet twitched slightly, his whole body trembled, and he tried to raise his head.

At this time, the disguise on his face had been destroyed, and he had the appearance of a young monk again.

"You didn't blow me to death, which means your martial arts are not bad." Cui Heng smiled slightly, walked out of the cell, looked at the monk Hui Shi lying on the ground, and said lightly: "Get up, take me to see the magistrate here."

"I, you, I..." Monk Hui Shi shivered. He wanted to stand up but fell down because of the twitching of his hands and feet, or had a strong desire to survive. After several failures, he still tried his best to stand up. He got up, lowered his head and said, "Yes!"

"Come along too." Cui Heng glanced at the old man who was still confused.

"Ah? Me? Good, good!" The old man nodded immediately and hurriedly followed.

When the three came to the collapsed dungeon passage, the old man rushed to the front and wanted to volunteer to remove the collapsed stone.

But before he could do it, these stones actually seemed to be alive, and they retreated to the side by themselves, automatically making way for Cui Heng.

The old man looked stupid.

Is this still martial arts?

When monk Hui Shi saw this scene, his hands and feet were even colder, like falling into an ice cave, and he was horrified, "Where did this monster come from?!"