The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 272
"Master!"

Wu Yazi frowned and whispered.

Xiaoyaozi looked at him, his eyes remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Wu Yazi, the three of you are his disciples, as long as you bow down at my feet, I can pass on the supreme magic power to you, and I will be with you." Let’s go together and participate in the magic path together.”

Looking at the familiar people and listening to the unfamiliar words, Wu Xingyun was sad and silent.

Li Qiushui stopped talking.

Wu Yazi's expression was stiff, and then he stepped forward with a cold expression, and said softly: "In that case, forgive me for being unfilial."

Xiaoyaozi's eyes narrowed, and he said indifferently, "I don't know what to do."

"What a devil!" Looking at Xiaoyaozi who had changed his aura and turned the world upside down, Murong Longcheng flicked his sword with his fingers, and then glanced at the rest of the people, "Whether you are Xiaoyaozi or not, today I will wipe out the Vulture Palace." , bloodbath the Peripatetic Faction."

The language is penetrating and murderous.

"How brave!"

Wu Xingyun's expression turned to shock and anger.

Li Qiushui also had bad eyesight.

The two of them rarely share a common hatred, and they are unanimously open.

"It's too troublesome, why don't we clean up one of them first?"

Suddenly Chen Zhuo spoke abruptly, he was speaking to Wu Yazi.

Wu Yazi didn't even think about it, he said in a deep voice, "Let's talk if you can hold back!"

Seeing that Wu Yazi was staring at Xiaoyaozi from the beginning to the end, Chen Zhuo could only look at Murong Longcheng, smiled, then raised his jaw towards the distance, and at the same time said softly as he went there : "Originally, I wanted to wait a little longer, but meeting by chance is worse than meeting by chance. Now that we have bumped into each other, we have to try the depth. What do you think?"

Murong Longcheng smiled cryptically and said, "That's fine, but the price may be very high."

The end of the smile is full of murderous intentions.

When Murong Bo saw this, he wanted to follow, but Murong Longcheng raised his hand and waved him back.

The two of them walked not far away, when they suddenly heard a long roar piercing the sky and piercing the clouds behind them.

A surging wave pushed the wind and snow in an instant, and chased after it.

Wuyazi and Xiaoyaozi had already fought each other.

Murong Longcheng suddenly said: "That Xiaoyaozi doesn't know what kind of kung fu he has practiced, his body is hard to hurt, I'm afraid Wuyazi won't be able to parry a few moves."

Chen Zhuo said casually: "Coincidentally, Wu Yazi is also like this, it seems that his master and apprentice have fought."

The two went straight all the way, chasing the wind and snow, and in an instant they had chosen another battlefield.

And in the Vulture Palace.

The owner of the 36th hole and the 72nd island was terrified, slumped on the ground in pain and sorrow.

Some faces were ashen, and some were crying.

But when she found out that the "Tianshan Child Elder" had returned, she worried about punishment.

The "Life and Death Talisman" is cold and vicious, and those who are recruited will not be able to survive or die, so who is not afraid.

Just seeing the fierce battle at the foot of the peak, everyone raised their spirits one after another, looked down, and couldn't help exclaiming again and again, all of them turned pale and terrified.

In the twilight wind and snow, two figures were flying back and forth between the steep peaks of the mountains, floating like immortals, and all kinds of strange tricks emerged one after another. When they collided, there were thunder and explosions, which shocked the audience. Jaw-dropping.

In the crowd.

Two people were huddled in the corner and looked at Xiaoyaozi blankly.

Xu Zhu couldn't believe it and said: "This person really woke up, what should I do, the "Nine Deaths Demon Art" is very important, it will be hard to beat in a leisurely manner, do you need to inform them?"

Ah Zi clutched the jade book in her arms, stared at the two people who were fighting, hesitantly said: "No, let's put it this way, don't talk about martial arts secrets when the time comes, it may not be possible to save your life, and The other person is definitely not taking it easy, he seems to use the method in "Xiaoyao Yufeng", the two kung fu are mutually reinforcing, so we don't need to worry about it."

Xu Zhu secretly sighed in his heart, he had no choice but to recite the Buddha's name.

"Go away, leave me alone!"

A hysterical, hoarse roar suddenly sounded from the other side.

But seeing a corner of the "Villion Vulture Palace", a young man in brocade clothes was looking at the monk with a pale face and red eyes.

It was Murong Fu and Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi sat cross-legged on the ground, didn't say much, raised his hand and pointed, a wisp of energy hit Murong Fu's calf in the air.

Murong Fu immediately collapsed to the ground, his eyes were burning with anger, horror and hatred, as well as sadness and madness.

Jiumozhi said: "You are still the majestic 'Nan Murong', the real name is not worthy of the name."

"Ah, he is Mr. Murong?"

"He is Murong Fu."

"Why is Nan Murong in Tianshan?"

"Seeing that his hands and feet are weak, and he doesn't have any internal energy in his body, he is clearly a useless person."

……

The crowd at Hole 36 and Island 72 suddenly chattered, as if they saw something rare.

Feeling a pair of gazes on his body, Murong Fu suddenly felt more uncomfortable than a thousand arrows piercing his heart, the expression on his face turned into a numbness, he slowly lowered his head, as if resigned to his fate.

Jiumozhi glanced at it, shook his head, and didn't even bother to show his disdain.

This man's road to fame is so smooth.

Looking around the rivers and lakes, how many warriors didn't start from the humble beginnings, fighting for a living from a small person bit by bit; fighting for fame and fortune, fighting for martial arts, even if it was Tantric Buddhism, back then, he was also an unknown little lama, debating scriptures Wuli stood out from a group of brothers and sisters, and was just selected as one of the eight great protectors of the Ming Dynasty, who passed on the magical skill of "flame knife". After studying hard day and night for dozens of years, he gained his reputation today.

And Murong Fu's talent is not weak, his roots are also good, his family has countless martial arts, and he has already achieved such a great reputation.

But look now...

Jiumozhi sighed secretly, his mood moved slightly, and he felt quite deeply.

"Master, what's wrong with this son?"

Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.

Jiumozhi raised his eyes, and saw a monk approaching in front of him, timidly, with a reserved demeanor and ordinary appearance, but he looked at Murong Fu with some unbearable eyes.

"Little monk, don't meddle in your own business, and read your scriptures down-to-earth." Jiumozhi said.

Xu Zhu scratched his head, didn't ask any more questions, but carefully lifted Murong Fu up.

"Almsgiver, in life, no one has setbacks. Master said that setbacks are a good thing. If there are no setbacks, life is like a pool of stagnant water. Why is it so interesting?"

Murong Fu looked blank, and said indifferently: "What do you know as a monk, some people can lose, some people can lose, but some people can't, once you lose, you lose everything."

He slumped on the ground and didn't care about everyone's eyes anymore.

But right now.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the Vulture Palace, matching with the evening wind, everyone felt the breeze blowing on their faces, just took a sip, but in a moment, they swayed from side to side as if they were drunk, staggering to the point of falling, one by one. He complained again and again.

"poisonous!"

"Which one killed a thousand swords poisoned?"

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the 36th hole and 72nd island, together with many female disciples from the Vulture Palace, all had weak legs and collapsed to the ground one after another.

Jiumozhi's expression also changed abruptly, he was about to get up, but when he reached mid-air, he fell back limply.

"Good guy, this seems to be the sad breeze of 'Xixia Yipintang'!"

Someone yelled loudly.

Jiumozhi came to his senses in an instant, looked at Murong Fu, and quickly used his kung fu to force the poison.

Murong Fu's expression was pale, he stood up on the ground, the porcelain bottle in his hand disappeared, without much hesitation, he got up and was about to leave.

Now that he is an abandoned son, he can only find a way to save himself, staying here is the way to die.

"thump!"

But Xu Zhu beside him also fell down.

But when the monk fell down, he suddenly saw a package spread out on his shoulder, revealing a scroll of jade, the color of jade was bright red, very strange.

Murong Fu felt a red light flashing in front of his eyes, he stopped immediately, and when he squinted his eyes, it was hard to move his eyes away...

(End of this chapter)