The villain of the martial arts: Kissing Xiao Long Nu at the beginning

On the hillside of Guangmingding, a ragged young man was climbing up to the top of the mountain quickly.

However, this young man had a ruddy face, bulging temples, and a burning breath all over his body like a little sun. It seemed that his internal strength was definitely not low.

"The six major sects have all reached the foot of the mountain. I must hurry. My parents are gone, and I can't let my grandfather get into trouble again." The young man muttered.

"Haha, young man, what are you doing alone in this desolate mountain!" As soon as the young man finished mumbling, a figure flashed in front of him.

"Senior, are you a master of the Mingjiao? If so, please show yourself."

"I can't tell, hahahaha" the figure appeared behind the young man again.

"Senior, I came here to tell you something important..." the young man shouted.

Damn, the location of the Mingjiao headquarters is too remote. Although the feng shui here is good and it is the place where the dragon rises in the physiognomy book, the road is too bad.

There are only small roads, and some places don’t even have small roads. They are all cliffs.

For those who are good at high-altitude, this kind of place is no problem, and it can also exercise leg strength. But for people like me who have deep internal strength but are not good at light body skills, it is really unfriendly.

"You said you have something important to say, just tell me, I am a member of the Mingjiao, just tell me." The man heard what the young man said, his body tilted, and he almost fell down.

The man was Budai Monk Shuobude, one of the five scattered people of the Mingjiao. Before Li Hao told him that Wudang had a conspiracy, he was still half-believing and half-doubting, but now there really is a young man who went up the mountain to find someone.

"I, my name is Zeng Aniu. I have something important to inform the Dharma King of your sect, Mr. Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King." The young man was Zhang Wuji, the only son of Zhang Cuishan of Wudang and Yin Susu of the Sky Eagle Sect. He had heard that the six major sects were besieging Guangmingding. He was worried about the safety of his grandfather, so he risked his life to help.

"You are really Zeng Aniu." Shuo Bu's face turned black. He actually met the little thief that Li Hao said. If you dare to come, Shuo Bu will dare to kill you.

"Yes, I am Zeng Aniu." Zhang Wuji didn't know that his background had been exposed long ago, and he was still thinking about using a fake name to deceive people.

"I caught you, Zeng Aniu." Shuo Bu's tone was calm. He did not stop at all. He directly put a cloth bag from the top of his head and put Zhang Wuji in it.

"What are you doing, let me go." Zhang Wuji was shocked. No wonder the Ming Cult was called the Demon Cult. It seems that there is a reason.

These people are too dishonest. I came to help, but this guy tied me up without saying a few words.

"Shut up." Shuo Bude stretched out his finger and tapped Zhang Wuji several times through the cloth bag, and the people in the cloth bag instantly quieted down.

"No, Master Li seemed to have said that this guy could reverse the meridians. Damn, in order to plot against the Eagle King, Wudang also spent a lot of money, and sent such a young genius to die." Shuo Bude cursed in his heart, and unconsciously tapped several major acupuncture points of Zhang Wuji.

Li Hao had previously told Shuo Bude some little secrets about Zhang Wuji in a very low voice, and also taught him a little acupuncture trick for the exclusive meridian reversal method, which was the secret of the sunflower acupuncture technique.

In order to deal with Zhang Wuji, Li Hao also spent a lot of money. If you don't sacrifice your child, you can't catch a wolf, and if you don't sacrifice your wife, you can't catch a gangster. Cast a wide net to catch more fish.

"Hey, why is there blood here?" Shuo Bu De had just carried Zhang Wuji on his back and was about to leave when he found a pool of blood on the big rock beside him, and a few pieces of black cloth that were torn by the rock.

"Haha, Wei Fu Wang, what's wrong with you?" Shuo Bu De jumped off the big rock and found Wei Yixiao, whose eyebrows were frosted under the rock. He couldn't help but sarcastically said.

Each class in the Ming Cult has small groups. The relationship between the Five Scattered People and the Four Dharma Kings who protect the religion and the left and right envoys is not very good.

"Cold, blood..." Wei Yixiao's body is now suffering from the cold poison, and his internal strength is all frozen. If no one comes to help, he can freeze himself to death.

"I caught a spies from Wudang here. If you don't mind..." Shuo Bu De opened the bag and exposed Zhang Wuji's head.

"Beggar... man... blood stinks... I want... little girl... Emei disciple's... blood fragrance." Who is Wei Yixiao? He is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, so how could he look down on this rotten cabbage stalk?

"Eat it or not, it's time now, you're still picky, I won't serve you anymore." Wei Yixiao almost made him choke.

What kind of person is this? He's almost frozen, but he's still picky, and he wants a young girl, and the young girl wants to be from Emei.

"Help... help me..." WeiYixiao said tremblingly.

"This is the only one, eat it if you want." Shuobude put Zhang Wuji's neck to Wei Yixiao's mouth.

"Dirty... smelly... help me... wipe it." Wei Yixiao was still so clean.

"You dead bat, you are almost dead but still so particular." Shuobude was so angry that he laughed at Wei Yixiao.

He took out a pair of socks that he had worn for more than a month and had changed last night and had not been washed from his bag, and pretended to wipe Zhang Wuji's neck several times.

As for Zhang Wuji, he was in a state of cuteness throughout the whole process. I'm here to help fight, not to donate blood!

But no matter how Zhang Wuji shouted in his heart, Shuobude and Wei Yixiao couldn't hear it.

"Crack..." Wei Yixiao finally put down his dignity, used all his strength, and bit Zhang Wuji's neck.

Zhang Wuji wanted to struggle, but the acupuncture points in his body were controlled, and he couldn't muster any strength at all. As the blood flowed away, Zhang Wuji closed his eyes helplessly.

It was a pity that he had practiced the Nine Yang Magic Skill alone in the cave for several years, but he died in the hands of his grandfather's colleague before he could show his power on the Bright Summit.

"Hey, where did you catch this kid? Why does the blood taste weird, like salted fish." Wei Yixiao licked his tongue and said.

Although it tasted weird, the effect was not bad. The masculine energy in the blood was very strong, which played a great role in relieving his cold poison. This time, I think I can hold on for a while.

"Haha, I caught it at the beach." Shuobed stuffed his socks back into his bag and smiled awkwardly.

"No, we have to go back quickly. Wudang wants to find someone to pretend to be the grandson of the Eagle King to plot against him." Wei Yixiao suddenly remembered something and stood up immediately.

"Wudang..." Shuobed looked at Zhang Wuji's body on the ground and slapped him into pieces with a slap.

Wudang, do you really think that my Holy Church has no one left? You actually dared to ask the younger generation to come and plot against the Eagle King. I will make sure you never come back.

[Congratulations to the host, you have completed the main task of the system, and killed Zhang Wuji, the son of destiny. The reward is being calculated...]