Wuxia: I just want to practice martial arts

Chapter 100 Jiumozhi: The mentality has collapsed, why is it a carefree school again?

"However, the poor monk is also deceived by others!"

Xuan Ci stood in front of Xu Zhu, patted Xu Zhu's shoulder, and said loudly.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Murong Bo, "32 years ago, it was Murong Bo's old benefactor, who told me that there were warriors from Daliao intending to rob me of my Shaolin 72 stunt. I believed his words, and it was a disaster!"

"I couldn't figure out why benefactor Murong did this at first, but just now I figured out what benefactor Mu said about 'intending rebellion'!"

"Old benefactor Murong, it turned out that he is the descendant of Dayan, intending to restore the country! So he intentionally started a dispute between my Song Dynasty and Daliao!"

"You guys, so that you can benefit from it!"

Murong Bo was also aboveboard, and nodded directly, "That's right! I really want Dal Song and Daliao to fight again!"

"After all, he, Xiao Yuanshan, is not only the head coach of Daliao, he also has a surname Xiao, and he has a tattoo of a wolf's head on his chest. He is a member of the royal family!"

"A member of the imperial family was killed by people from the Central Plains. I thought that the emperor would lead his troops to avenge Xiao Yuanshan, but I didn't expect... Humph!"

Murong Bo had a look of indignation.

"Father, although Abbot Xuanci made the move, the person behind the scenes is Murong Bo! If we want to settle accounts, we should look for this Murong Bo!"

Xiao Feng hesitated for a while, pointed at Murong Bo, and shouted sharply.

When things are over here, he still has to persuade his father to keep the 72 stunts. If he really passes them back to Daliao, that will really endanger Daliao!

"Hmph, Xiao Feng, you two, father and son, are too confident!"

Murong Bo sneered.

"Whether you are confident or not, you father and son will know by trying it!"

Xiao Yuanshan shouted sharply.

I saw Murong Bo not in a hurry, looking at the heroes of the world, "Everyone, I, Murong, although I am a descendant of Dayan, I also know the danger if the 72 stunt is passed back to Daliao. If you don't want to be subjugated slaves, why don't you take up your sword , leaving Xiao Yuanshan and his son here?!"

"Could it be that the huge Song Dynasty doesn't even have a real man?!"

After Murong Bo's words fell, many people in the martial arts world gritted their teeth and took out their weapons, aiming at Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng in the middle one after another.

"Hold on, everyone!"

Xiao Feng stopped in front of Xiao Yuanshan, and shouted in a concentrated voice.

"My father and I are Khitan people, if you use this as an excuse to attack us, I, Xiao Feng, will say nothing!"

"As for the Shaolin 72 stunt, I won't let my father flow it into the Daliao. The Song and Daliao have been at peace for a while. If there is another war, it will be the common people who will suffer!"

Xiao Feng expressed his determination and told Zhongren that he would not transfer Shaolin 72 stunts to Daliao.

Then he put on a stance, "The words have come to an end, if you still want to do something, just come!"

"Everyone, this is the enmity between Xiao's father and son and Murong's father and son, please don't step forward!"

Shepherd chooses the way.

After saying that, he took a step forward, and the palms were covered with frost.

Jiumozhi, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, widened his eyes and looked at Mu Ze.

He hadn't noticed that Mu Ze was fighting with others just now, but now take a closer look, good guy!
hiss~
Kumochi gasped, contributing his part to global warming.

His flame knife transformed into a cold ice knife in Mu Ze's hands!

It's outrageous!

Mu Ze swiped his right palm, and everyone was covered in frost. A huge circle of frost surrounded Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Murong Bo and Murong Fu.

"Those who cross the line, die!"

Mu Ze said in a cold voice.

As soon as these words were spoken, the already calm crowd suddenly became crowded again.

Not far away, Huo Shan and Jian Jiuzhong were tied together. Hearing Mu Ze's words, his eyes could not help but light up. Good guy, isn't this provoking these knights?

Can they bear it?

"If you guys want to do something to me, you should make up your own mind. As long as you can't kill me, let me run away and go to heaven or earth, there is absolutely no place for you!"

The increase in force value gave Mu Ze boundless confidence.

As soon as Mu Ze said this, everyone retreated one after another. No one in front of the Baishuang Line dared to cross the line of life and death!
Don't be kidding, this Mu Ze's martial arts is so high, they might even let him run away as soon as they swarmed up!
At that time, if Mu Ze came to the door with a knife, what would he do!

Now that thousands of people gather together, they are naturally full of courage, but once they disperse, they will face unknown dangers alone.

The risk factor is too high!
Seeing everyone backing away, Mu Ze followed the idea of ​​giving a bone for a big stick, and continued to say, "I, Mu Ze, use my reputation to guarantee that I will never let Uncle Xiao take Shaolin 72 stunts down the mountain!"

"how?"

Mu Ze said.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent for a moment.

Mu Ze's martial arts is high, and he has the air of being the best in the world. Naturally, they believe the other party's guarantee!
It's all right now, Mu Ze came forward to guarantee that they don't need to cross the line to find Xiao Feng's troubles, everyone is happy.

Except Murong Bo.

Murong Bo's face was livid, and he never thought that these people would be so afraid of him when they saw Mu Ze's great power!
snort!
Well, although he is also a little scared!
"National teacher, thinking about donating books, can the national teacher help?"

Murong Bo hesitated, he still had to ask Jiumozhi to help!

Jiumozhi clutched his stomach, his face became more and more tangled, he could only look up at Mu Ze.

Mu Ze frowned, what does Jiumozhi think he is doing?
Those who didn't know thought you were my younger brother!
Don't make trouble, I'm going to suck your inner strength, I'm ashamed of what you're seeing!

Mu Ze thought, and turned his head to the side.

Jiumozhi was taken aback for a moment, and looked, Mu Ze was not happy anymore!

To be honest, Mu Ze is his dear friend, brother, brother, and Murong Bo asked himself to help against Mu Ze's righteous brother, which is equivalent to setting himself against Mu Ze!

Just a word of friendship and you want Jiumozhi to make a move?

Stop it!
You have to pay more!
But what can Murong Bo do?
Dou Zhuan Xing Yi or Shen He Zhi or Dragon City Swordsmanship?
There are all these options!
Thinking about Huo Shan in his hands, the Great Teleportation of the Universe is also in his pocket, Jiumozhi made a decision in an instant!
Old benefactor Murong, don't blame the little monk for his reality, in this world, he is like this!

"Ouch!"

Jiumozhi clutched his stomach, heaving again.

"Old benefactor Murong, this little monk has just fought several times in a row and is really powerless to fight, but don't worry, old benefactor Murong!"

"If something happens to Mr. Murong and old benefactor Murong, I will definitely go out and transport the bodies of the two of you back to Gusu!"

Jiumozhi said firmly.

Seeing Jiumozhi's loyal and courageous appearance, Murong Bo's teeth itch with hatred.

They're all dead, so why don't you give the corpse away!

Forget it, it’s better to ask yourself than to ask others!
Murong Bo's eyes were sharp.

His son is useless, practicing those messy martial arts all day long, but neglecting his own martial arts, this level of star shifting and joining fingers, absolutely no match for Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

I have fought this Xiao Yuanshan before, at most it will be a draw!

If so, the lives of the two of them are in danger!
Murong Bo's eyes flickered, he glanced at Mu Ze, then at Wang Yuyan, gritted his teeth, moved closer to Murong Fu, and said something softly.

Murong Fu's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

"If you recognize me as a father, then do as I say!"

Murong Bo shouted angrily.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and nodded.

What Murong Bo said just now was "If you lose, I beg Wang Yuyan to save your life!"

He figured it out, begging the shepherd to choose the hair is better than begging Wang Yuyan, betting that Wang Yuyan can save his life for the sake of his relatives!

Of course, that has to be after the loss.

He hasn't even played yet, what if his son explodes?
Take a gamble, even though the odds are slim.

"Brother Xiao, we, father and son, will learn from your brilliant tricks!"

Murong Bo shouted angrily, and put on a posture.

A look of readiness.

"Amitabha!"

Just when everyone was moving the small horses and preparing to watch another big battle, a soft voice of reciting the Buddha's name rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the mountain gate.

As for Mu Ze, he frowned, why did you leave the Sutra Pavilion? !

The person who came was none other than Xiaoyaozi who turned into a sweeping monk!
I saw him holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the floor slowly, and after a while, he reached the white circle that Mu Ze had drawn.

Jiumozhi's eyes widened, Mu Ze just said that.

Whoever dares to cross the white line will die!
Jiumozhi silently looked at the old monk in front of him, then turned to look at Mu Ze.

Brother, don't you express that?

This man has crossed the line!
Everyone in the martial arts circle looked at Mu Ze one after another. They were so terrified just now, but now an old monk came out, and you stopped talking.

What's the matter, you respect the old and love the young?

Seeing that Mu Ze remained silent, Jiumozhi immediately understood.

When the old monk came out of the temple, he probably didn't hear what Mu Ze said before.

Mu Ze is silent now, probably because he doesn't know how to deal with it.

It's a bit unreasonable to kill directly, if you don't kill, it will make others think that he is bullying and afraid of strength and dare not do anything to Shaolin people.

That's why it's so confusing.

Still too young!
The corner of Jiumozhi's mouth raised, and he walked forward slowly. It is still necessary for him, an experienced person, to help Mu choose to deal with it!
"This master!"

Jiumozhi stepped forward and stood in front of the sweeping monk.

Mu Ze's eyes widened, what does Jiumozhi mean?
Won't be messed up, right?
Jiumozhi looked at Mu Ze who kept winking at him, and gave him a reassuring look.

He, Jiumozhi, is also not good at using the martial arts such as Dou Zhuan and Xing Yi that Mu Ze just collected, let's see how he can persuade this old monk to leave this old monk while helping Mu Ze maintain his reputation!

"You probably didn't hear what Hero Mu said just now..."

Before Jiumozhi finished speaking, he felt a trance in front of his eyes, the old monk actually appeared behind him, ignored him, and was still sweeping the floor.

Jiumozhi looked at the people around him pointing and pointing, with a strange expression on his face.

Ami fucking Buddha!
What a shame!

You are the only one who can do it with ease!

Jiumozhi's figure was also hallucinated for a while, and suddenly appeared in front of the old monk.

This time Jiumozhi looked serious, he would never allow himself to be ashamed again!
The uncomfortable feeling before is no longer there, if this old monk doesn't know what is good and what is bad, then don't blame him for being rude!

"This master..."

Just as Jiumozhi was about to speak, the sweeping monk reappeared behind Jiumozhi.

A posture of neither listening nor listening to bastard's chanting.

The veins on Jiumozhi's forehead popped up, he couldn't help it!
"The master's martial arts are superb, but the little monk should learn the tricks!"

Jiumozhi's eyes were ruthless, he didn't know why, recently the rage in his heart had become more and more, if he didn't resolve it, he would feel very uncomfortable!

Jiumozhi slapped out with one palm, and went straight to the old monk's back.

"Be merciful!"

Mu Ze shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Jiumozhi's face became more and more complacent, "Don't worry, Master Mu, the monk will be merciful!"

Jiumozhi shouted while extending his palm.

Mu Ze's face was full of disdain, this Jiumozhi, did he have a brain problem after practicing kung fu?

His mercy is not meant for him!

But to the sweeping monk!

He has been raising Gu for such a long time, if the floor-sweeping monk hits Jiumozhi to death with too much force, what will he do with his pure internal energy!

"Ok?"

Jiumozhi slapped the old monk's body, but soon, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he looked up at the old monk's back.

The old monk turned his head, with a vague smile on his face, looking at Jiumozhi like a fool.

His palm really hit the old monk's body.

But...his internal strength is like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without a trace!
Jiumozhi increased the output of internal force, but the expression of the old monk did not change at all.

"The national teacher's martial arts are so strong, I admire him very much!"

The sweeping monk said leisurely, after finishing speaking, his body shook slightly, Jiumozhi flew into the air and fell directly in front of Mu Ze.

Jiumozhi felt it for a while, he was not injured, but the astonishment in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Pointing to the sweeping monk walking slowly towards the center, he was speechless for a moment.

"National teacher, national teacher, it's not good for you to pick someone, you have to pick this senior!"

Mu Ze sighed, and helped Jiumozhi up.

"Master Mu, do you know this master?"

Jiumozhi's eyes were full of panic, and he hurriedly asked.

"Well... Let's put it this way, Master, you have challenged Tianshan Child Elder and Li Qiushui... both are his disciples!"

Mu Ze said softly.

Jiumozhi's mouth was so big that it could almost swallow a fist.

The Happy School...it's the Happy School again, what are you doing as a monk from the Happy School!

Isn't this grabbing Shaolin's job?

Mu Ze's words were not heard by the surrounding people, they were all shocked by the tyrannical force of the sweeping monk and were speechless.

Just moving his shoulder like this, Jiumozhi flew out backwards, this kind of martial arts is simply unimaginable!
They Shaolin, there is such an existence?
The sweeping monk put down the broom, clasped his hands together, and walked between Xiao Feng and Murong Fu and his son.

He recited a Buddha's name softly, which seemed to say, "Stand back, everyone, I'm going to start the show!"

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