I opened a medical clinic in Zongwu

Chapter 147 Someone Comes Again?

"Another master!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone looked at the pavilion not far away, and saw a man in green robes standing above him, with an ugly mask on his face, a jade flute in his right hand, and his left hand behind his back. From the looks of everyone, that man also took off the mask on his face. Down.

A face resembling Huang Rong's spirit appeared.

The person who came was Huang Yaoshi!
"father!"

Huang Rong shouted loudly, her voice was full of excitement.

She was already worried about Muxuan. After all, the other party had a lot of people, and neither Taoist Baishang nor Huogong Toutuo were easy to provoke.

But it wasn't until the masters on their side appeared one after another, and finally even her father appeared, that Huang Rong's nervous heart finally calmed down a bit.

Huang Yaoshi tiptoed, leaving several afterimages in the air, and finally landed in front of Mu Xuan, facing Ouyang Feng, his eyes were full of coldness.

Huang Yaoshi felt ashamed.

He promised Mu Xuan to be a lobbyist. He had a good chat with Ouyang Feng, and Ouyang Feng also promised that he would not trouble Mu Xuan within five years.

But who would have thought that Ouyang Feng, the bastard, had promised very well at the beginning, but in the end he came to kill Muxuan today.

With Ouyang Feng's move, Huang Yaoshi's old face can be said to have been completely lost.

Today he has to get back the lost face by himself.

In a word, Ouyang Feng is his!

No one can take it away!
Today he let people in Jianghu know that there is a gap between the five uniques!
"Hahahaha!"

Baishang Taoist glanced at the group of masters who suddenly appeared in front of him, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed.

Murong Bo and the others frowned, their faces were extremely ugly, they looked at the Taoist Baishang in front of them, and almost knelt down for him.

First came Lu Xiaofeng and others, then Yaoyue Lianxing, then a man in a blue robe disguised as a man whose name is unknown, and then Dongxie Huang Yaoshi...

One is more difficult to deal with than the other!

He was very worried that this old thing would attract some masters if he continued to laugh.

It can't be a land fairy, can it?
On a hill not far away, there were five old men standing on the top of the hill, looking with interest at the place where Mu Xuan was not far away.

"Look, look! The one in the green robe and holding the Heavenly Question Sword is the heir that Old Sunflower is looking for!"

On the mountain, a hunched old man holding a cane, pointed forward with narrowed eyes, and said with a smile.

If Mu Xuan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this old man holding a cane and squinting his eyes and smiling is the wicked Taoist who once pointed him out.

Uncle Zhao was also there, and he was the one looking forward with a smile on his lips.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao's eyes were full of relief.

Before he left last time, he told Mu Xuan that when he came back next time, he wanted to see Mu Xuan break through to the realm of a master.

Mu Xuan not only fulfilled his entrustment, but also successfully broke through to the middle stage of grand master.

"Heavenly Asking Sword...you are hiding it, old boy, and the old man is not willing to see you!"

Beside Uncle Zhao, a thin old man in yellow clothes stroked his beard with a smile and said.

The old man was skinny, but he was hale and hearty, his fingers were slender and extremely neat.

It doesn't look like the hands of a martial arts practitioner, but more like a scribe.

"Pooh!"

Uncle Zhao smiled and pouted, "That guy who is wicked has at least practiced swordsmanship. It is reasonable for people to want to see Tianwenjian, how about you? It seems that there is no swordsmanship and martial arts in the Nine Yin Scriptures created by this guy." ?”

Uncle Zhao's voice fell, and the wicked Taoist, who was watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, heard Uncle Zhao's words, and clapped his hands like an old child, "Hurry up, old man Huang, if you don't create a sword technique, the old man will come!" I can't even look down on you!"

These little old men had a fight, and after a while, someone spoke again. To be precise, the one who spoke was a monk, but not a serious monk.

The monk was holding a gourd, his face was reddish, and he poured wine into his mouth, "I'm talking about Patriarch Sunflower, although the Taoist's martial arts are not very good, he is only one step away from the land gods. If you don't make a move, you The little guy I like is really not far from death!"

"Hey, the old man didn't think of it either!"

Uncle Zhao shook his head with a smile, "First, you shameless bullied the junior 70 years ago and 20 years ago, fought with others to grab the scriptures and books, and now you are the Taoist who has suffered a lot and fought with the junior regardless of status!"

Hearing that Uncle Zhao used him as an excuse, the monk smiled and said, "Amitabha! Who told the poor monk not to know Huang Zhenren at that time? If he knew, why should I use this method to trick the scriptures into reading?"

"But the poor monk doesn't regret it at all. If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't be able to create the Nine Suns Divine Art, and Zhang Laodao wouldn't be able to learn from the poor monk's Nine Suns Divine Art to create the Pure Yang Wuji Art!"

The monk said with a smile.

"70 years ago, the poor monk watched the Nine Yin Scriptures while fighting wine, and 20 years ago, the poor monk watched the Nine Yin Scriptures again!"

The monk said with a smile.

"Interesting, interesting! Now the poor monk wants to see again, who owns the Nine Yin Scriptures, and the poor monk wants to fight wine again!"

"But Patriarch Sunflower, if you have time to tell me more, you should be more concerned about the safety of your descendants!"

The monk's voice fell, and the voice of the fifth person finally sounded "Amitabha!"

That person was also a monk.

Different from the sloppy and messy robes of the monk who spoke before, although the robes of the monk who spoke later were also in tatters, his monk robes were washed clean.

The old monk recited the Buddha's name softly, "Don't panic, Master Lingxin has kind thoughts in his heart and will not sit idly by!"

Everyone heard the words and looked down one after another. As expected, at the moment when Taoist Baishang was about to make a move, a monk stood in front of Mu Xuan, laughing and laughing.

It was Master Lingxin, that crazy Shaolin monk!
Baishang Daoist's expression was grave, while Mu Xuan was a little confused, whether it was Lu Xiaofeng and the others, or Yaoyue Lianxing, Mu Xuan had friendship with them, and it seemed reasonable for them to help, but the present Master Lingxin, he has no friendship with this person!
Baishang Taoist felt the sad eyes of the people around him, and felt guilty for a while, it really came true!
See the hell, don't you?

With a laugh, there is a master, and now the spiritual master who is stronger than him has emerged.

Then if he laughed again, would there be another master?

If that person is stronger than this crazy monk... a land god?
Daoist Baishang was confused, he controlled the smile on his face, and couldn't laugh anymore!

Baishang Daoist settled down, and then shouted loudly, "This is the grievance between us and Muxuan, Shaolin should get involved?!"

As soon as the words fell, an eminent Shaolin monk stepped forward, it was Master Xuanji.

Lingxin is a senior expert in their lineage, so it is natural for him to persuade, "Uncle Shi, this kind of world affairs has nothing to do with Shaolin, let's go back!"

Master Xuanji said that he was about to pull Master Lingxin back, but Master Lingxin smiled and shook his shoulders, Master Xuanji felt a tingling pain in his hand and staggered back a few steps, "No, no, no ...No, poor monk... Poor monk likes this benefactor!"

Master Lingxin stammered a bit, pointed at Mu Xuan and said with a smile, and then looked at Taoist Baishang, "Poor monk... Poor monk sees this benefactor... so... very unpleasant!"

(End of this chapter)