Chapter 20: Grandmaster's Realm, Hard to Cool the Blood It was not beyond Yu Ke's expectations. The Lu family army won! After all, the difference in numbers was not too big. Eight thousand against thirty thousand Iron Pagodas, plus ten thousand infantry supporting the flanks, the enemy only has five times as many as them. It's another fight to the death, and only then can a true hero be revealed. At this time, when life and death are at stake, there are often earth-shaking feats. Yu Ke smiled slightly, feeling proud of it. The simulation continues! [The battle of Hulao Pass was a great victory, and the Beifeng army retreated in defeat. ] [At this time, when the two armies were chasing each other, an accident occurred. Four monks in white clothes appeared in the field without knowing when. ] [It just so happened that during the gap in the army's deployment, only a few personal guards were left around Lu Jiaxuan and his two sons. ]
[The four men came with ill intentions. One of them, a skinny old monk, was able to hold down a galloping horse with just his hands, shocking everyone.] [Ouyang Jingyu's face changed drastically when he saw this: "Oh no, it's the Tantric Zen master from the Great Snow Mountain!" He knew very well that these Tantric monks from the Western Regions had unfathomable strength and were definitely not ordinary people.] [He immediately ordered Lu Jiaxuan and the other two to retreat, while he stayed behind to contain the other four.] [The old monk said "Amitabha" with a compassionate look on his face, and threw the Buddhist beads in his hand violently, injuring the three men and their horses.] 【Seeing this, Ouyang Jingyu faced the old monk as if he were facing a formidable enemy.】 【Lu Yu curled his lips in disdain. 】 [Although the old monk looked like an old man, he was full of energy like a middle-aged man, which made Ouyang Jingyu worried. Could this be the abbot of Daxue Mountain, Master Longshu? ] [That's a master at the half-step grandmaster level. ] [Looking at the four monks in front of you, you can't help but look puzzled. ] [You practiced in Zhongnan, mostly practicing hard, and rarely inquired about other sects. ] 【Lu Yu, however, was familiar with other sects. He explained, "Beifeng Daxueshan is one of the esoteric sects of Buddhism. It practices physical Zen, worships the Happy Buddha, believes in the so-called 'Desire Heaven' and 'God of Love', and believes that the fusion of yin and yang is the beginning of the life of all things."】 [Many disciples of the sect have several female pets, who are like pigs and dogs, and are often tied up with ropes. The Great Snow Mountain has a high status in Beifeng, and several khans of Beifeng have practiced on it.] [There are countless women in Daqing who were captured by Bei Feng and sent to the Great Snow Mountain for these Zen masters to practice and absorb the women's yin essence.] [Once a woman is raped, she will only have a few years to live. This is an evil practice.] Lu Yu sneered at this and said indifferently, "It's just a cult that can't get by in the Western Regions. Those so-called cultivation methods are insignificant and not worth mentioning." [Ouyang Jingyu couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this. He thought, "You kid don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Daxueshan is the master of martial arts in Beifeng country for hundreds of years and the leader of the martial arts world."] [You suddenly realize that this is the Flower Monk, who uses women as tools for his practice. His evil deeds are simply outrageous.] [The old monk in front of me has no idea how many women he has had sex with and how many women he has harmed to have the power he has now.] [Ouyang Jingyu sensed the aura. Except for the old monk whose aura was unclear, the other three had already revealed the pressure of the Grandmaster level.]
[The Lu family father and son have injured their horses, so they are destined not to run far. If they are caught up, they will die.] [Ouyang Jingyu was extremely anxious.] [An ordinary person would have no power to fight back against a master-level warrior. Of course, he knew that Lu Yu was quite powerful, but he was still too young. If he was given time, he might become a master in the future.] [Ouyang Jingyu gritted his teeth and made up his mind to stop the four monks. He could not let the Lu family army's commander die here. How could he report to Wang Yang?] [Once Lu Jiaxuan dies, I'm afraid Bei Feng will come back immediately. ] [The old monk stayed behind to deal with Ouyang Jingyu, and arranged for the other three to come towards you. ] [Ouyang Jingyu is famous for his broadsword, which weighs 72 pounds and has a wide range of moves, like a general leading his troops into battle, hence the name "General's Sword".] [But the old monk used his bare hands to block the blows and beat Ouyang Jingyu back step by step. After only a dozen moves, he felt pain in his palms and numbness in his arms due to the recoil force.] [He was certain in his heart that this person was the abbot of the Great Snow Mountain, Longshu Zen Master, who used his "Arhat Kung Fu" to subdue dragons and tigers, and was feared by the North Wind Jianghu.] [The old monk smiled lightly, forcing a smile from his skinny face, and said, "Amitabha, young donor, since you have guessed my identity, why bother resisting anymore."] [“You have quite a lot of skills. If you are willing to become my disciple, you can become my fourth disciple. I will spare your life and take you to experience the bliss of the human world. Isn’t that wonderful?”] [Masters at the Grandmaster level are rare in the world, and there are only six of them in the Great Snow Mountain.] [Ouyang Jingyu heard this and shouted angrily: "Fuck you, bald ass."] [The old monk didn't care either. He smiled and only increased the strength in his hands.] [The broadsword in Ouyang Jingyu's hand could no longer hold up and was about to fall out of his hand.] [The gap between a Grandmaster and a Half-step Grandmaster is too huge. He has already reached the level of Xiantian. His strength and speed have increased several times. He is simply not able to match him. ] [Xiantian is the realm that all warriors in the world pursue. ] 【At this time, a voice sounded. 】 [“Old monk, you should let someone else be your chief disciple. It seems like you have no disciples left.”] 【A voice sounded.】 [Lu Yu had arrived in front of the two without knowing when.] [The old monk turned back in confusion, and the scene before him made his eyes burst. ] [I saw that my three disciples were lying in a pool of blood, lifeless.] [The old monk couldn't believe it, his eyes were full of anger. The loss of three masters in the Snow Mountain was already a huge loss.] [Even Ouyang Jingyu, who finally got a chance to catch his breath, was shocked.] [He looked at the young man in front of him again. There was an innate energy flowing through Lu Yu's body. Even without making a fist stance, he had a fisting intention.] [“This is the Three True Sect’s…Empty Clear Fist!”] 【The spirit of boxing roams the body, reaching the realm of a grandmaster. 】 【Ouyang Jingyu was inexplicably shocked.】
[Lu Yu has actually entered the Grandmaster realm, so it is impossible for him to instantly kill three Grandmasters of the same realm.] [He couldn't help but feel nervous, and had some guesses, but immediately denied them.] [The old monk has already said angrily, "If you kill my disciple, I want you to pay with your life."] [The ending was not surprising. Long Shu only managed to hold out for a dozen moves from Lu Yu. Lu Yu made a fist and knocked the old monk's shoulder over. He then punched him in the head, causing him to die from bleeding from all seven orifices.] [The old monk's eyes were wide open before he died.] [With a pair of eyes wide open, he murmured: "Grandmaster level, how is that possible!"] [Ouyang Jingyu also had his eyes wide open. After hearing Long Shu's words before his death, he became dazed.] [How could it be possible for a twenty-year-old to be a Grandmaster? But the fact was right in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.] [A great victory was achieved at Hulao Pass, with Lu's army of 8,000 defeated 40,000, and over 30,000 heads were beheaded.] [This news shocked the world. ] [This is the first major victory for Daqing in 20 years.] [Thousands of households in the south spread the news, and for a time the name of the Lu Family Army spread all over the world.] [As Bei Feng's army retreated from the Yellow River, Wang Yang stood on the top of the city wall, his heart trembled, tears streaming down his face.] 【We won, we really won. 】 [On this day, your father returned victoriously. He had not drunk much in many years, but for the first time ever, he took out his treasured wine.] [There was singing and dancing at Hulao Pass, and my father and Wang Yang were drunk.] 【Wang Yang also really took you seriously for the first time, praising you for having “a thousand troops in your belly.”】 [Praise for Lu Yu: "He can defeat ten thousand enemies."] 【You just smiled faintly. 】 [Obviously, Lu Yu didn't like this title, and thought to himself, isn't this just a reckless man!] [Your father has been drinking a lot and is obviously drunk. You quickly hold him up and say, "Father, you are drunk."] [Your father laughed and said, "Shenzhou, I'm not drunk, I'm just happy in my heart."] [He raised his glass and said loudly.] [“Twenty years of humiliation and loss, twenty years of fleeing in panic, the loss of home and country, Lu Jiaxuan was frustrated.”] [“With a small army and few generals, we have been defeated in many battles, living a mediocre life and wasting our time.”] [“I am getting old, how can I talk about recovering the country!”] [“However, I see hope today.”] 【“Ten years of drinking ice cannot cool your hot blood.” 】
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