The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 88 Dangerous
Xiang Yang looked around with a knife on his face vigilantly. After a while, he didn't feel anything unusual, so he relaxed, but his face was still not very good-looking.

What he thought was that there are three cliffs here, one exit, Song Zuwu hiding here is a turtle in an urn, and if the five of them are blocked by masters, there is no difference, it is really difficult to escape, even the lightness kung fu has little room .

Seeing Xiang Yang's appearance, Yuan Bao put the Buddhist beads in his hand into his arms, jumped up and bounced like a rubber ball, with a confident face,

"Donor Xiang, don't worry, even if there is danger, I will protect you, as long as you send me more delicious food in the future."

Xiang Yang looked at Yuanbao suspiciously, the little fat man, so edible, can he still be good at beating?
But thinking that this little monk was born in Baiyu Temple, and the master was so fierce, his eyes were a little hot, he licked his face and moved closer to the little monk, smiled, and touched the bald, round top of his head, it felt good.

"Good boy, if there is a fight, you must protect me. At that time, I will invite you down the mountain to have a big meal, such as chicken, duck, fish, and abalone wing belly. Just order it, and it will definitely make you full."

For a foodie, this is the biggest promise, a vow that is more powerful than the mountains and the sky, so the little monk Yuan Bao nodded heavily, and the saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth.

Luo Qi and three people from afar looked at Xiang Yang being so shameless that he had to rely on a young monk who was younger than himself, with contempt on his face. This person's face was thicker than a pig's skin, but he was a character. Sometimes, Thick skin is also a kind of ability.

When the scene was harmonious and the atmosphere was easing, Xiang Yang suddenly felt a sense of palpitations, his heart was beating suddenly, and he felt very bad, as if he was being targeted by some ferocious beast.

"Someone is watching us from outside the valley, Lord Xiang, you go and protect the three benefactors first, leave this to me."

Little Monk Yuan Bao said at almost the same time, his stupid and cute face became serious, his eyes showed a terrifying majesty, his plump right hand grabbed Xiang Yang's belt, lifted and pushed him, and directly threw Xiang Yang out ten times. Mi Yuan finally landed lightly, and there were three wounded one meter away, which shocked Xiang Yang.

"I'm sorry, the martial arts of the little monk must have been practiced in the womb of a mother, so powerful, the weight is as light as it is.

Xiang Yang was really a little surprised. With his martial arts at this time, it is extremely difficult to achieve the same level as Yuan Bao. In other words, the hard power of Yuan Bao's little monk still surpasses him by a lot.

Cang Lang, Xiang Yang drew his sword out of its sheath, like a cheetah, staring intently at the only entrance of the valley, if there is any dangerous person, it is most likely to appear there.

The little monk Yuan Bao also knew this. His short and fat body was facing the entrance of the valley, standing like a horse with a figure of eight. Although he was young, he had the demeanor of a master, at least compared to Xiang Yang who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Boy, are you so afraid of death? Although the little monk is good at martial arts, he is still not Song Zuwu's opponent. Leave us alone and help the little monk restrain the opponent. He has enough ability to turn around."

Luo Qi finally said the first sentence to Xiang Yang. His voice was magnetic. He knew very well that once Yuan Bao played tricks, this kid alone would not be able to protect them.

Du Yuanhui, with disheveled hair, also nodded his head whose appearance was not clear, his voice was hoarse, and he should be quite old.

"That's right, I don't need you here. Let me tell you, Song Zuwu practiced the Iron Bone Jue of my Iron Bone Gate. His body is unparalleled in strength and steel. You must not face him head-on. You need to use small moves, body skills and There is only a three-point chance in the fight."

As a master of Iron Bone Sect, Du Yuanhui naturally understands the pros and cons of his own martial arts. He can also see clearly Xiang Yang's martial arts.

Especially the Yanling Saber in Xiang Yang's hand, which is a sharp weapon. Song Zuwu has not practiced to the highest level of Iron Bone Jue, but he is still a mortal body, afraid of sharp blades, which is enough to distract Song Zuwu's mind.

As for why he knew that it was Song Zuwu who came here instead of the magic master, Xiang Yang didn't notice.

"Okay, then be careful yourself, I'll take care of Yuan Bao, by the way, is there any way to recall Catcher Lu and Master Ku?"

Xiang Yangdanfeng's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed. Although he was greedy for life and afraid of death, he was not a fool. Naturally, he knew the truth of his lips and teeth. If Yuan Bao was defeated and killed, would he be able to escape?
Also, just now Yuan Bao shot too quickly and threw him to the side of Luo Qisan and the others. Otherwise, according to his plan, he was also planning to rely on his supernatural powers and his own sword skills to draw Yuan Bao to the enemy and create opportunities.

"No, but don't worry, Boss Lu and Master will be back soon."

Xiang Yang nodded, stepped on his foot, dodged a few meters, and slid half a meter to the right behind Yuan Bao, holding a knife for vigilance.

Just as Yuan Bao was about to say something, a black shadow sprang out from the grass at the entrance, and rushed towards Yuan Bao with an indomitable momentum. There was a faint stench, and the wind was loud and sharp.

Xiang Yang achieved self-cultivation, and his eyesight greatly improved. Looking at the man who rushed towards him in mid-air, he was indeed dressed like an old beggar. He was disheveled like Du Yuanhui, and he was dressed in rags. His body was black and white, and he didn't know. How long has it been since I took a shower, who else is it not Song Zuwu?
Crackling, Xiang Yang reacted very quickly, and inserted the Yanling knife obliquely into the ground, directly picking up a small piece of gravel, and ejecting the gravel with the blade, like a cannonball hitting Song Zuwu.

Watching this scene, the three people behind shouted in unison, their eyes were full of admiration. Martial arts can be high or low, but there is no fixed number of strengths and weaknesses. Unexpectedly, this kid has a big heart and is born to be strong.

Just now Song Zuwu used his whole body's strength in the pounce, and there was a gust of wind, Xiang Yang was definitely not able to resist. If he overestimated his strength, slashed with a knife, and fought with him, with his skill, he would undoubtedly die.

However, Xiang Yang cleverly used the location and his own advantages to pick up the underground stones with a long knife and use his internal force to urge the attack, such as launching a hidden weapon, so as to avoid direct conflict with Song Zuwu, and at the same time dampen his edge, which is really wonderful.

In mid-air, Song Zuwu's long hair flew backward amidst the sound of hunting wind, revealing a face with sunken eye sockets and bloodstains on the corners of his mouth, like a ghost.

Seeing the blasting stone, Song Zuwu was surprised, his face turned cold, his body clicked, and suddenly he paused and pressed in mid-air, and landed directly, dodging Xiang Yang's blow.

This central attack, went to Song Zuwu to evade, but in the blink of an eye, the danger in it was more dangerous than fighting thousands of times.

After landing, Song Zuwu became more dexterous, bouncing a few times like an ape, and then approached Yuanbao and Xiang Yang, the corners of his mouth were split, his eyes were scarlet, his hands stretched out, his five fingers bent into claws, and he grabbed at the hearts of the two , One shot will kill the two of them.

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