Comprehensive martial arts: Beiliang Longson, Li Hanyi asks the sword at the beginning

Chapter 193 Baili Dongjun
"Come again!"

Zhao Wuji swallowed the blood that surged in his throat, and then took another step forward.

Every step is bloody!

Zao Wuji and Zhang Fuyao are only a dozen steps apart, but they feel like they are thousands of miles apart.

Like a chasm, insurmountable!

And no matter how difficult it was, Zhao Wuji never gave up!

Seeing Zhao Wuji's desperate resistance, Chu Kuangnu also gave up.

"I will help the young master even if I die today!"

Chu Kuangnu would sacrifice everything for Zhao Wuji, including his life.

"boom!"

Chu Kuangnu roared, burning his own essence and blood at any cost to burst out with stronger power.

Chu Kuangnu was like a mad beast, frantically attacking Zhang Fuyao's suppression.

Chu Kuangnu's desperate resistance undoubtedly played a big role.

"boom!"

As Chu Kuangnu attacked Zhang Fuyao's suppression with all his strength, Zhang Fuyao had to use more energy to suppress Chu Kuangnu.

Therefore, in this situation of ebb and flow, Zhao Wuji felt much more relaxed.

"Boom boom boom!"

Zhao Wuji took three steps in one go.

These three steps seemed to have exhausted all of Zhao Wuji's strength. He looked as if he was exhausted and his face turned pale.

At this time, Zhao Wuji was still three steps away from Zhang Fuyao.

It is difficult for Zhao Wuji to take these three steps.

have to say.

Zhang Fuyao, the first-generation Confucian saint, is really strong.

Even if Wang Xianzhi comes, he may not be able to treat him lightly.

"Junior, I have to say that your strength is beyond my imagination."

"But this is not enough."

Zhang Fuyao was also surprised that Zhao Wuji could take so many steps. He was shocked by Zhao Wuji again.

Zhang Fuyao seemed to admire Zhao Wuji very much, and reminded him out of kindness: "Junior, this is your limit, there is no need to continue to shake the tree with a mayfly."

"If you continue, you will eventually die violently."

"I don't want your life, I just want you to use your martial arts skills."

"As the saying goes, those who understand current affairs are heroes, and you don't have to sacrifice your life."

"Even if I lose my martial arts, it's still good as long as I can survive."

I don't know whether it was because he admired Zhao Wuki more, or because he hadn't communicated with others for a long time and wanted to talk more, Zhang Fuyao talked to Zhao Wuki in a persuasive way.

There is no doubt that when Zhang Fuyao is trying to reason with Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji cannot listen to him at all.

You bullied me and you still tried to reason with me!
Fuck your motherfucker!

Zhao Wuji cursed in his heart, and then responded to Zhang Fuyao with practical actions.

"boom!"

Zhao Wuji took a breath and raised his feet again.

As soon as he took a step, Zhao Wuji's body shook violently, and he seemed to be about to fall but did not fall.

Then, under Zhang Fuyao's slightly disbelieving gaze.

Zhao Wuji took three steps in a row and reached Zhang Fuyao.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, but it is too respectful to be humble."

After Zhao Wuji said this subconsciously, he slowly raised his right hand.

Zhang Fuyao's pupils widened for the first time.

Then, under the incredible gaze of this Confucian sage.

Zhao Wuji stretched out a finger and placed it on Zhang Fuyao's eyebrows.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fuyao's body shook violently as if he had been struck by lightning, and his plain clothes swayed.

"boom!"

The stool Zhang Fuyao was sitting on exploded to pieces, making him unable to remain still. Instead, he hurriedly stood up, looking a little embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Wuji grinned.

There is no time for such a Confucian saint to be in a state of embarrassment.So cool!

Zhao Wuji seemed to have run out of energy, his eyes darkened, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing Zhao Wuji fall, Zhang Fuyao didn't mean to make fun of him, but actually admired it very much.

The only Confucian saint in the world grinned and praised: "A mayfly can shake a tree. It's so respectable."

As soon as Zhang Fuyao finished speaking, a sarcastic voice sounded in the inn.

"An old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, a dignified Confucian sage, bullies a junior, and is not afraid of others laughing at him."

Zhao Wuji just fell down on his front foot.

Chu Kuangnu also fell down on his hind legs.

Seeing Zhao Wuji and Chu Kuangnu lying in a pool of blood, Zhao Kui and Que'er both shed tears of worry and anxiety.

The two weak women with no strength could do nothing but watch everything happen. They were very powerless and desperate, and suffered from inner suffering.

no doubt.

Zhang Fuyao, the first-generation Confucian sage, was in complete control of the situation.

Even though Zhao Wuji risked his life, he only touched Zhang Fuyao.

Although Zhang Fuyao suffered some injuries, it was not serious.

If there were no other variables, today's matter would be a foregone conclusion as Zhang Fuyao thought.

And variables appeared unexpectedly and reasonably.

As the sarcastic voice sounded, a suave, handsome, and extraordinary middle-aged man in blue clothes appeared in the inn like a ghost.

The man in blue had a wine gourd hanging from his waist and stood in front of Zhang Fuyao with his hands clasped behind his back.

It can be seen that the man in blue is not afraid of Zhang Fuyao, the first-generation Confucian saint. His attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, and he even appears to be more magnanimous.

Zhang Fuyao didn't recognize the man in blue who suddenly appeared in the inn.

He first looked the man in blue up and down, and then said in a nonchalant tone: "You, a junior, want to interfere in my affairs?"

The man in blue pointed at Zhao Wuji who was lying on the ground, and said calmly: "I have some connections with this kid, and I can't just sit back and watch."

Zhang Fuyao stared at the man in blue with deep eyes and said, "Since you know who I am, aren't you afraid of getting into big trouble because of this?"

The man in blue smiled lightly and said, "I didn't think so much."

Zhang Fuyao could tell that the man in blue was telling the truth.

"You can be considered a person if you can be so relaxed and carefree in front of me."

The man in blue showed a spring-like smile and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Zhang Fuyao said: "Send your name."

The man in blue did not hide anything, and openly announced his name: "Xueyue City Baili Dongjun."

Zhang Fuyao said thoughtfully: "Baili Dongjun, it turns out that you are the famous wine master who founded Xueyue City."

Baili Dongjun was flattered and said: "I didn't expect that the Confucian sage actually knew about me. This really surprised me."

Zhang Fuyao said: "As one of the most outstanding leaders in Liyang Jianghu in the past hundred years, it is not surprising that I have heard about you."

Baili Dongjun was not modest, but nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

Baili Dongjun then smiled slightly and said: "Why don't the Confucian sages ask me to take people away for the sake of my reputation and ability?"

Baili Dongjun, who is free and uninhibited by nature, is not the kind of person who likes to fight and kill.

At this moment, he chose to talk, wanting to discuss the matter with Zhang Fuyao.

Zhang Fuyao did not give an answer, but asked instead: "Bailidong Jun, what is your relationship with this young boy?"

Baili Dongjun said: "This boy is my little junior sister's precious apprentice."

"My little junior sister is extremely jealous of her apprentice. She will definitely not want anything to happen to this boy."

"As a senior brother who loves my junior sister, I naturally have the need to help this boy."

Baili Dongjun reasoned with Zhang Fuyao in a serious manner.

Perhaps because Baili Dongjun was right, Zhang Fuyao did not refute.

"I can't let the duck fly away like this."

Zhang Fuyao took a deep look at Baili Dongjun and then said: "If you want to take people away from me, you must show some real skills."

Is it necessary to take action?

Baili Dongjun understood what Zhang Fuyao meant and frowned slightly.

"Sage Confucianism wants to force me to fight?"

Baili Dongjun really doesn't like fighting. He always talks but never strikes.

The reason why Baili Dongjun is like this is because in his eyes, the world is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.

(End of this chapter)