2358: C2358 The Origin of Extreme Martial Arts

C2358 The Origin of Extreme Martial Arts

The origin of martial arts.

"Eh, he is..."

"Oh my god, why is this old fellow here? He is going to die."

Woo Wuji's expression changed when he saw the white-haired old man. He pulled his disciple and turned around, preparing to leave. If one took a closer look at his appearance, one would find that... As Woo Wuji walked, he muttered, "You can't see me, you can't see me... I'm not a descendant of extreme martial arts..."

"Master, we haven't even talked to Martial Uncle, why are we leaving..." Woo Wuji's disciple asked in confusion.

"Shut up."

Woo Wuji's heart trembled when he saw the white-haired old man. He didn't want to stay any longer. As he shouted, he pulled his disciple and walked away.

However, at this moment, the white-haired old man also saw Woo Wuji. His face darkened as he shouted, "Martial Mad, how dare you run away when you see the old ancestor here?"

Especially when the white-haired old man saw Woo Wuji's face, a flame of fury rose in his heart. He had a feeling that Sun Qingya and Monica were only interested in Hsiang Yang and not the grievance of the Nine Great Daoist Sovereigns.

"Who is the Martial Mad? I don't know, I don't know. Let's go. Don't let that damn old man catch up with us." Woo Wuji pretended not to hear him and muttered. He pulled his little disciple and was about to leave through the air.

Obviously, Woo Wuji was not unfamiliar with this white-haired old man. Moreover, he must have had a painful experience. That was why the Immortal King Expert, who was an extreme martial artist, turned around and ran away in fear when it saw the old man.

"Bastard, you really dare to run away in front of the old ancestor." When the white-haired old man saw this, he was so angry that he was about to grab Woo Wuji and teach him a lesson.

"Second brother, you ran away without saying anything when you saw big brother. What do you mean by this?"

At this time, Hsiang Yang's leisurely voice came from the side. He saw Hsiang Yang standing far away with Sun Qingya and Monica's hands in each hand. He had a faint smile on his face as he spoke to Woo Wuji.

"I didn't hear it. I'm not called Martial Mad, nor am I called second brother. I'm just an ordinary person. I'm going to bring my disciple back to cultivate in seclusion..."

Woo Wuji was muttering self-deceiving words. He pulled his disciple and took a step forward, preparing to escape.

"Buzz..."

However, before Woo Wuji could use his divine ability to leave, he saw that the Heavenly Ancient Immortal King Lee Huan who was standing beside the white-haired old man had already made his move. He opened his hand and made a grabbing motion through the air. An invisible force erupted instantly, sealing the spatial zone where Woo Wuji was standing. Even as a Peerless Immortal King, Woo Wuji couldn't break through the void and leave. He could only pull his little disciple along. He stood there with a gloomy expression.

"Don't run away. In front of me, even Wu Wuya wouldn't be able to escape, let alone you."

Lee Huan appeared in front of Woo Wuji with a faint smile on his face.

Lee Huan naturally knew that Woo Wuji was a man of extreme martial arts. He had once sparred with one of Woo Wuji's old ancestors, but he didn't feel embarrassed about sealing Woo Wuji's movement.

"Senior, you are bullying the weak. If my old ancestor sees you, he will definitely feel ashamed."

Woo Wuji gritted his teeth and looked at Lee Huan. Although he had been secretly watching Lee Huan from a heroic spirit to the process of obtaining a physical body in Immortal Demon Battlefield, he still felt ashamed. He could only watch helplessly as the heroic spirit who was originally an Immortal King turned into an Immortal Venerable after obtaining a fleshly body. He felt very helpless in his heart.

If it was Lee Huan not long ago, Woo Wuji would definitely have rushed forward to fight him. However, Lee Huan was now a Great Luo Immortal Sovereign warrior. No matter how confident Woo Wuji was in his strength, he wouldn't dare to fight Lee Huan.

He even felt that what Lee Huan said was right. Even the few Immortal Venerables of his sect might not be a match for Lee Huan. After all, the qi that Lee Huan unleashed after integrating with his body was too terrifying. That kind of power made Woo Wuji tremble.

"I only know that it was my boss who told you to stay behind." Lee Huan said with a smile.

"Ah..."

Woo Wuji sighed. He felt that he was really unlucky. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have followed Hsiang Yang and left. Instead, he would have found another exit and left Immortal Demon Battlefield.

However, it was useless to say all of this. Not only was Lee Huan standing in front of him and blocking his way, even the white-haired old man was standing in front of him and looking at him with an unfriendly expression.

Woo Wuji knew that this time, he was not only facing Hsiang Yang, this' big brother ', but also the white-haired old man, one of the unparalleled experts of the Nine Great Daoist Sovereigns.

"Cough cough..."

Woo Wuji coughed a few times and forced a smile on his face to the white-haired old man. After that, he said to his little disciple, "Call me grandmaster."

"What..."

Woo Wuji's disciple was stunned when he heard this. The little guy widened his eyes and looked at his master in a daze. He said in a crisp voice, "Master, are you going to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, and change your decision to join another sect?"

"Bang..."

As soon as the little guy finished speaking, someone knocked on his head. Instantly, it hurt so much that tears almost fell out of his eyes.

"You... Why did you hit me?"

The little guy covered his head with his hand as he stared at the white-haired old man with his eyes wide open in dissatisfaction. The person who hit him just now was none other than this white-haired old man. He seemed to be about the same age as his master. But... He seemed to be even more detestable than his master.

The little fellow thought in its heart as it covered its head with its hands, tears about to fall down.

"Little fellow, your ancestor didn't call you and still dare to speak nonsense. You're asking for a beating." The white-haired old man shook his head and said.

"Old man, my second brother is actually your disciple?" Hsiang Yang, on the other hand, had a curious look on his face as he brought the two girls nearby. He looked at the white-haired old man and Woo Wuji. He had a feeling that both of them had white hair and white beard. They looked more like brothers than master and disciple.

"Ahem, no."

Woo Wuji quickly shook his head and said, "He, he, he is the grandmaster of my martial path."

As he spoke, he was a little hesitant and did not dare to say it out loud. Because this white-haired old man was one of the Nine Great Daoist Sovereigns of the Dao Gate. He had once said that. No descendant of the Extreme Martial Path was allowed to say the identity of this old man. But now, he had said it out loud. He wondered if he would be beaten up by this violent Grandmaster.

Thinking of this, Woo Wuji carefully looked at the white-haired old man. When he found that the old man did not seem to be very angry, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"What..."

His words instantly gave Hsiang Yang a big fright. He looked at the white-haired old man and exclaimed, "Aren't you an old monster of the Dao Gate? How did you become an ancestor of martial arts?"

He felt that the relationship was a little chaotic. If this white-haired old man was also an ancestor of martial arts, didn't that mean that the martial arts itself was a branch of the Dao Gate?

Although he wasn't very clear about many things in Immortal Realm, he knew that the Dao Gate of ancient times was the sole overlord. Later on, it became desolate. Now, there were countless powerful forces that could rival the Dao Gate.

However, from the looks of it, the Dao Gate hadn't truly declined. Instead, it had developed in secret. Even such a terrifying force like the Extreme Martial Path was related to the Dao Gate. So, what else couldn't it be the Dao Gate?

"This matter is a long story. The Ultimate Martial Path wasn't created by a single person. It was established by this old man when he was young with a few like-minded old brothers. It was passed down through ancient martial arts and combat techniques. I never thought that it would become such a unique branch. Hmm... It's so-so, but it still hasn't reached the goal that I set up when I first created it. " The white-haired old man chuckled and said.

Although this old man said that the Extreme Martial Path didn't achieve his goal, Hsiang Yang and the others felt that this old man was very proud of himself no matter how they looked at it.

However, this shocked Hsiang Yang. Even he didn't expect that the very unique Martial Mad Bloodline in the Immortal Realm was actually created by one of the old monsters of the Dao Gate along with the others.

No wonder the Extreme Martial Path had been challenging experts everywhere since they had nothing better to do. Regardless of whether or not they could defeat their opponent, they would still be able to live a good life. This was not because the Extreme Martial Path was too strong, but because the Extreme Martial Path's background was too powerful.

However, this also proved that this white-haired old man had a long history as an old monster of the Nine Emperors Mountain. He was definitely a living fossil.

While Hsiang Yang was sighing in his heart, the white-haired old man looked at Woo Wuji. His eyes were filled with disappointment, "You bastard, I have finally caught you. That year, your master sent you to Nine Emperors Mountain and asked us old fools to take care of you for a period of time. In the end, you actually tricked the saintess of the Dao Gate away! You even f * cking abandoned her. How could there be a scum like you in this world? How can there be such a shameless junior disciple in the Extreme Martial Path? "

"Wah..."

This was an explosive news. Not only Hsiang Yang and the others widened their eyes, but also... Even Woo Wuji's disciple widened his eyes and looked at his master in disbelief. "Master, it turns out that your history is so glorious."

"Shut up."

Woo Wuji wanted to cry but had no tears. The dark history of his youth had been dug out by his grandmaster. This made him feel really depressed. He saw that the white-haired old man was getting more and more unhappy as he spoke. Just as he was about to make a move, he actually burst into tears. He directly knelt on the ground and shouted at the white-haired old man with snot and tears.

"Ancestor Advisor, back then, I was still young. The reason why I would do such a thing... It's really not my fault. The main reason was that the disciple at that time was really too handsome. He was even tens of thousands of times more handsome than my big brother. I have only met the saintess of Daoism once. She liked me and kept pestering me. What can I do... "2

The more he spoke, the sadder he felt. He also felt more and more wronged. He couldn't help but point at Hsiang Yang and say," Look, Ancestor Advisor, compared to my elder brother, I'm already much better. Where's my elder brother? He's so young, and he has so many beautiful women by his side. Not only did he bring three of them out from Immortal Demon Battlefield, there were also two waiting outside. I don't know how many beautiful girls have been harmed by him in other places. I don't think we should be fussing over my past mistakes now. Instead, we should first restrain these guys who might bring us endless troubles, so that he won't harm the other virtuous fairies."

"What the heck..."

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