Chapter 122

Seeing that Wei Xiaoxiao's guard turned and ran away, don't beg too late to think about why he was here. He has grabbed a wrist release sharp knife from Meng Xiaobai's waist, which is used to be worn by Meng villagers, shook his hand and threw it at the man. With a scream, the sharp knife shot out. The handle of the knife hit the back of the man's head heavily, which made the man's upper body suddenly lean forward, spit white foam and turn over to the ground.

"Well, my young lady came to the door and kicked the martial arts school in person. Who dares to escape? Who dares to leave? If Shi Tianmo doesn't show up, you will all die." don't beg, stare at the martial arts school disciples in front of you and scold them. Zhao Chen's guilty eyes were very bright. Seeing that Wuqi stunned the man, he rushed up with a group of wolf like guards, scattered the martial arts school disciples in front with random sticks, and tied the guard and several attendants to Wuqi.

The men who were with the guard struggled and roared hard, but Zhao Chen shouted loudly and beat them down with a disorderly stick, which made them black and blue. They only knew to shout pain and dared not scold any more. The spy of the wind patrol Department started very quickly. They rushed up and tied the hands and feet of these people with ox tendon rope. They blocked their mouths with smelly cloth strips taken out from nowhere and carried them directly to the back.

Several martial arts school teachers rushed out. They pointed to don't beg and shouted: "presumptuous, this is our master and distinguished guest. Why did you bind him? Release people, release people quickly, children, surround these guys who don't know whether they live or die." With the scolding of these teachers, a large group of martial arts school disciples pulled out weapons one after another, or picked up their stone locks, wooden sticks and other objects, and slowly formed a circle around Wuqi and others in the square.

On the top of the wall of the Buddhist temple, there are gradually spectators. These martial artists who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic either sat on the wall or lay on the wall and pointed this way. Some people blew a sharp whistle, pointed to this side and shouted, "cowards of the Buddhist house, they come to kick the house. They fight with them one by one according to the Jianghu rules. Are there many people bullying less?"

Don't beg laughed. He laughed loudly, bowed his hands to the martial artists watching the excitement on the wall and said with a smile: "thank you for your outspoken words. Today, our young lady took a fancy to the foundation of the Buddhist temple and took her brothers to kick the temple and rob the venue. Please bear a witness. If we beat down the Buddhist demon today, the Buddhist temple would be ours."

Many warriors on the wall burst into laughter and spoke in succession to the clamor of not begging. Some people came to find the bad luck of the Shijia hall, which was a rare excitement. These martial artists wanted them to fight with blood flowing into a river. Therefore, they yelled and scolded that Shi Tianmo was a shrinking old turtle. They only knew how to bully the non powerful Rangers. When they met the real cruel characters, they only knew how to shrink behind and tremble and dare not come out to see people.

In this chaos, four of the eight ghost immortals dressed as good family servants have sneaked into the crowd and sneaked into the backyard of the Buddhist house. In the daytime, the world is bright. The ghost immortals who have become Yin gods with ghost bodies have lost their effectiveness in the sun. Therefore, they can only sneak into the Buddhist house while taking advantage of the chaos in the front stage. In their present dress, they are no different from the servants of ordinary large families, but they have not attracted the attention of others.

Buqi is still shouting here. He keeps biting the so-called Jianghu rules and wants the people of the Buddhist house to fight him. However, those who were present at the seminar were those who were not winners. They just ordered many disciples to form a huge circular circle to surround the people and constantly compress the space of the people, but they didn't dare to take a don't beg tone. They were not qualified to decide the future of the Buddhist temple.

The whistles and noises were loud all around, and the martial artists who watched the excitement began to croak more and more. The master of the Buddhist school didn't appear. Nearly 3000 people surrounded hundreds of martial artists who came to challenge the school. This is a big handle. If it comes out, the reputation of the Shijia hall will stink. These martial artists wantonly yelled and scolded, and greeted the ancestors of shitianmo for 18 generations.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more tense, a loud howling sound suddenly came from several courtyards in the Buddhist house. A deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the long howling: "who is so presumptuous? Dare to come to the Buddhist temple to make trouble? All incompetent people, don't go away quickly."

Finally, the word "get out" roared like thunder. Nearly a thousand martial artists who were lying or standing on the wall shouted at the same time. There were blood stains in their ears. One by one, they were unstable, all turned over and fell off the wall and half died.

With the sound of yelling, a line of more than 20 men dressed in black robes and hung various weapons at their waist came out slowly from the hall at the end of the square under the leadership of an old man. Many martial arts schools present were relieved. They laughed and said, "we are relieved that the young master is here. How are you, young master?"

Shi Wugou, the only son of Shi Tianmo, is a master of congenial divine realm and enjoys a high reputation in Jidu martial arts world. After all, it is extremely difficult for a martial artist who has no door and no family to cultivate to the innate realm, let alone break through the innate realm of receiving interest and enter a higher stage. Unless the disciples of the thirteen sects of Xiandao in the Dayan Dynasty have perfect cultivation inheritance and more spiritual root endowment suitable for cultivation, it is almost impossible for ordinary martial arts practitioners to reach the advanced stage of innate realm.

As a martial artist, according to legend, the cultivation of Shi Tianmo reached the peak of congenital fetal interest, and Shi Wugou also reached the state of congenital harmony. The cultivation of the father and son is already an absolutely top guru level figure in the Jianghu of the Dayan Dynasty. So as soon as Shi Wugou appeared, many disciples of the martial arts school dispersed one after another and lined up in a neat team on the left and right sides of the square, no longer tense.

Shi Wugou's stature is not high, that is, he is six feet up and down, clean and thin, with white hair and beard. He tied a bun on his head with a red rope. It is said that he is more than a hundred years old, but Shi Wugou's face is oily and smooth, just like a young man. The so-called crane hair and child's face is like him. He wore a black robe with wide robes and big sleeves, and hung a long sword almost as high as his figure around his waist. He swayed steadily and steadily in front of don't beg.

He glanced disdainfully and covered up all the breath with the secret method of stealing the Sutra. The exposed internal force fluctuation was just the state of congenital pulse cultivation. Don't beg, Shi Wugou shook his head. Glancing sideways at Princess Zhangle, Princess Zhangle's five-color look converged in her body. She was chaotic and her breath was obscure and difficult to detect. Shi Wugou can only feel that Princess Zhangle probably has a congenital level of pulse cultivation or higher cultivation, but that's all.

A cold hum, Shi Wushi drank in a low voice: "Are you the ones who hurt my disciples? Well, all the attendants and guards lost one arm. The little woman stayed in front of my Buddhist temple and knelt down for three days to make atonement, and then made a thick compensation for the soup and medicine expenses of my injured disciple. Let's go. You young people don't know the greatness of heaven and earth. Fortunately, you came to our Buddhist temple and met charities like me, If you change any other martial arts school, you will be in great trouble. "

Shi Wugou's attitude is very high, but don't beg Princess Zhang Le to be ungrateful.

After hearing what he said, Princess Zhangle couldn't help sneering: "let me kneel down and make atonement for three days? Alas, you are the first old man who dares to talk to me like this. Princess Zhangle twinkled in her eyes, looked at Shi Wugou's dry and thin body fiercely, and figured out where to start to give him some powerful advice.

Don't beg is to look up and down carefully. A martial artist in the realm of innate harmony with God? Hey, it's clear that Shi Wugou has reached the state of congenital fetal rest, and it's the peak of the state of congenital fetal rest. In particular, the luster of Shi Wuchang's skin was a little evil, and there was an abnormal cyan under his skin. He clearly practiced some strange cultivation method mainly to exercise the flesh. Where was the legendary warrior?

The four-color strange lights flash in your eyes. Don't beg. You've seen through the emptiness and reality of release without scale. Had it not been for the special skill of cultivating both eyes in the steal Sutra, it might have been hidden from me today. His cultivation methods are very strange, and his true Qi is not very strong, but all his strength is concentrated on his body. According to a rough estimate, the physical strength of releasing no dirt is almost ten times more than today's don't beg.

Fill your eyes with innate Qi and clearly see the dazzling halo emitted by Shi Wugou's strong body. Don't beg, you can't help shaking your head.

No wonder he would tell Princess Yingchuan that the person who assassinated Yan Buji was related to the shijiaguan. Looking at the situation of Shi Wugou, what kind of warrior is he? Behind him, at least there is an existence equivalent to the thirteen sects of Dayan Xiandao. Thanks to his many years of operation in Jidu, even RenWang yanxianchen has become his disciple. If not, who would have thought that a martial arts school in Xiongwu Street dared to assassinate the Duke of the current dynasty?

With a sigh, Buqi took out a full 300 high-quality explosive burning talismans produced by tianlingzong from the storage ring. He threw the explosive burning talisman firmly tied with red rope to shiwugou. Shiwugou reacted very quickly and grabbed the thick stack of "pieces of paper".

"What is this? What are you doing for me?" Shi Wugou looked at the red rope tied tightly on his hand. He couldn't see the explosive burning symbol as it was. He was surprised and looked at don't beg. He weighed the bundle of explosive burning symbols. What was light was a stack of paper. There was no incense and poison on it. It didn't look like a concealed weapon used to plot against people?

Don't beg, grab Princess Zhangle's small hand, turn around and run back.

After running dozens of feet away, don't beg for a move. The thick stack of explosive burning symbols on Shi Wugou's hand suddenly burst open.

The fire swept a hundred feet around. Shi Wugou was blown up, and the black smoke rolled back and flew quickly. The light cyan viscous blood like ink was constantly ejected from his broken body. The more than 20 congenital warriors who followed behind him didn't even have time to make a miserable howl, and were blown to pieces on the spot.

Those martial arts school disciples who lined up in line on the square howled miserably. They were a little away from the center of the explosion, but three hundred explosion burning talismans exploded together. The power was almost as overbearing as the power of the top-grade "jiuxiao thunder burning talisman" drawn by human immortals in the Jindan period of tianlingzong. Nearly a thousand martial arts school disciples were swept up by the shock wave and fell out dozens of feet.

The ground was in a mess, full of blood.

A long roar like a wild beast suddenly sounded from the backyard of the martial arts school. A hard, cold and emotionless voice came from afar: "who dares to hurt my child and disciple? Accept my life."

The strong wind tore open the flame generated by the explosion of the explosive burning amulet, and a tall figure appeared in front of don't beg with the seriously injured Shi Wugou.