The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

302 The catastrophe will start
Ignoring the receding golden platform, Chen Zhuo just stood quietly on the gradually calming water, and looked down.

【Operator: Chen Zhuo】

【World: Eight Dragons】

【Fate: Greedy Wolf's Fate】

【Luck: Rank [-]A】

[Fate: What's the use of a hundred years of martial arts, just making wedding dresses for others]

[Talent: Consolidation] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and consolidates.)
Reminder: Fate changes with luck, luck depends on human effort. (Note: The master of luck has already achieved his potential. If he establishes a sect in the future and distributes martial arts and skills, he can gather the luck of disciples and gather the luck of the sect; if he establishes a dynasty and strives for hegemony in the world, he can get the great luck of the people; if he reaches the peak, he can get another Going to other worlds, you can also return to the world you experienced in the past.)
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"The fate has changed, eh, just making wedding dresses for others? Is there still an unborn master?"

Ripples passed by, the handwriting was scattered, Chen Zhuo looked at his own reflection, his eyes flickered slightly, then he closed his eyes and focused his attention, thinking about the course of this battle, feeling all the things involved, and at the same time waiting for the winners from other battle circles .

But not long after, he suddenly said without opening his eyes: "Where are you going? Hehe, didn't you go to take that elixir? It's not like you."

The snow had weakened, and a monk came walking quickly, as if he was afraid of some kind of horror chasing after him, his expression was extremely dignified.

He seemed to be passing by, and when he first heard someone's words, he was suddenly taken aback, and jumped out of the distance, holding a woman in each of his hands; the left hand was a girl in white, and the right hand was holding a girl. A woman dressed in red, looks slightly older than the former.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Zhuo squinted his eyes, looked at Jiumozhi's stiff face, then looked at the two people in his hands, couldn't help being happy, and said with a smile: "Why, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you, a monk, actually started to act Have you engaged in human trafficking? Didn’t you forget the promise on Misty Peak? Didn’t you say that after saving you, I’ll follow my example? It really doesn’t stop.”

Jiumozhi heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Chen Zhuo, and left the two girls behind.

Hearing "Ah Yo", the girl in white shirt lifted up Zhang Lihua with rain on it, showing her pitiful and beautiful face, her face was like a hibiscus, her cheeks were like peach blossoms, when she took a closer look, her fair and immature face was actually quite similar to hers. Li Qiushui was somewhat similar, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and he was about to cry, calling out the word "cousin".

And that red-clothed woman was also born beautiful, with a spiritual energy between her brows, her skin like creamy fat, her nose slender waist, and her jaw pointed. Although her eyes were panicked, her first reaction was to protect the Lord, shouting "Miss Biao" stared at Jiumozhi and Chen Zhuo vigilantly.

Chen Zhuo looked curiously, he had already guessed who the girl was, she must be the girl from the Gusu Wang family, and said casually, "Why did you snatch such two people back? Haha, could it be that she is so pretty?" , moved Fanxin?"

Hearing Chen Zhuo's irrelevant teasing, Jiumozhi saluted respectfully.Today, how dare he underestimate the young man in front of him, only thinking that the other party is also an old monster like Murong Longcheng who has lived for hundreds of years.

He replied: "Little monk is not harming them, but saving them. I'm afraid you don't know, Master Chen, that Murong Longcheng is dead, and even Murong Bo is dead. The two of them fought each other. I and the other Experts are invited by him to help out, and they don't want too many accidents, which really catches people off guard."

Jiumozhi spoke very fast, with a strong tone, very serious.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows after hearing this. After learning that Murong Longcheng's descendants would be pawns in his later life, he had already guessed that there would be a day of fighting between the nests, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

Chen Zhuo said, "Since they're all dead, there's nothing else to say."

Then Murong Longcheng is indeed a character, a person who wants to be the emperor with all his heart, but he is distracted by traveling around various countries and playing tricks, but he can reach this point in martial arts all the way. will be higher.

But since he is dead, everything will cease.

Jiumozhi's expression suddenly became a little strange, as if something strange happened.

He looked at Chen Zhuo and said with difficulty: "But Murong Fu is still alive, this person is not only alive, but also practiced an evil skill."

In the end, Jiumozhi's voice changed.

Chen Zhuo casually answered, "Evil skills? How evil can it be?"

Jiumozhi's eyes remained fixed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "If he eats both Murong Bo and Murong Longcheng, does that count as evil work?"

"Eat?" Chen Zhuo was really surprised, and looked back with a frown, "Could it be the kung fu practiced by Xiaoyaozi?"

Jiumozhi said solemnly: "No, I have seen Xiaoyaozi's ability once or twice, but Murong Fu can steal people's energy and absorb people's life energy by drinking blood and eating meat. Such means, the little monk has never heard of it. Unseen."

He looked at the girl on the ground again, and continued: "And that person's temperament changed drastically, and he didn't even let go of his own retainers. If it wasn't for me and the other one, the two female benefactors would be dead now; Yes, Murong Fu has returned to Shaolin, where there has just been a chaotic battle, everyone is exhausted, and there are countless seriously injured, and they are all masters in the Jianghu, if he takes advantage of it, the Jianghu will probably welcome him. An unprecedented catastrophe will come."

"What the master said is right. My young master is no longer what he used to be. He is a different person. Poor big brother Deng, second brother Gongye, third brother Bao, and fourth brother Feng have all been murdered," the woman in Zhu Yi defended. Looking at the white-clothed girl, she opened her mouth when she saw the opportunity, and when she mentioned the four people who died, her eyes turned red, "The little girl, A Zhu, is a maidservant of the Murong family. This is the eldest lady of the Gusu royal family, thank you very much." Thank you Master for saving your life."

At this time, the sky was getting dark, Chen Zhuo frowned and thought for a while, then glanced at the two girls, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, there was another voice from a distance, intermittent, breathless, and panting fiercely, and hurriedly said: "Huh...ha...ha...you obscene monk, put Miss Wang down quickly, or I will be with you. You fought hard."

The visitor's movement is ordinary, that is to say, relying on his strong breath, he chases after him.

Chen Zhuo searched for his reputation, he was a handsome young man in brocade clothes, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he was very weak, he was very bookish, his face was pale even after he was panting for a few breaths.

Seeing the person coming, Jiumozhi's cheeks stiffened, if this person was not a descendant of the Duan Clan in Dali, he would have dealt with him a long time ago, who let the Duan Clan still have Duan Siping in charge.

A'Zhu couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw the person coming, and hurriedly called out: "Mr. Duan!"

The young man rushed to the side of the two girls in a few steps, stretched out his arms like an old hen guarding its chicks, stared at Jiumozhi vigilantly, and then looked at Chen Zhuo, who had a strange aura. With a mark, it was like facing an enemy, and he raised his little finger in fear.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the three of them indifferently, then closed his eyes again, his six senses climbed to the extreme, and invisible fluctuations instantly centered on him, spread to the outside world, scattered in all directions, feeling everything outside his body.

But with the activation of his six senses, a strong sense of crisis appeared in Chen Zhuo's heart. This sense of crisis was invisible, but it seemed to be everywhere. The stronger it was, the stronger it was that it almost made him feel restless.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked towards the direction of Shaolin Temple, and his face also had a rare look of concentration.

Then he saw that he held one end of his left hand empty, and the water pool under his feet immediately separated into a ball of clear water, twisted and changed, and split into two; half squeezed into his five fingers, turned into a big bow, from invisible to form, and the other half into form Make four arrows and line them up in the void.

In a few moments, the bow was completed for a moment, Chen Zhuo stepped forward with a heavy heart, picked up four arrows with the five fingers of his right hand, bent inward to hit the void, and then pulled back, four more sharp strands of arrows appeared on the cluster of four arrows. Qi machine, thick and solid, is the fist.

And in Chen Zhuo's clear eyes, there seems to be mountains and rivers flowing backwards, rivers and rivers are moving away, and the world in his eyes is constantly moving closer, until a figure disappears in a blink of an eye, and the killing intent in his eyes locks the enemy instantly, and his five fingers stand up and shout: "go!"

But the shadows of four arrows pierced through the sky in an instant and plunged into the twilight.

(End of this chapter)