Chapter 688

Inside the villa of the Australian God of gamblers.

Zheng Ying and Liu Bai were together. Zheng Ying solemnly lit a cigarette and slowly said, "young master, I just received the news that thirteen black list masters are fighting against your master."

Liu Bai jumped up and immediately asked with concern, "is the black list master very powerful? Will my master be in danger?"

"Any master duels, there must be a risk of life and death, not to mention thirteen guest is a famous black list master for ten years." Zheng Ying smiled bitterly and shook her head, slowly saying.

"Uncle Zheng fought with thirteen guests?" Liu Bai asked curiously.

Zheng Ying glanced at Liu Bai, exhaled and said, "I compared with him once in a while ten years ago."

Liu Bai continued to look at Zheng Ying without making a sound. In fact, of course, he wanted to ask, how about the victory or defeat?

"Thirteen swordsmanship reached its peak, and I lost within ten moves." Zheng Ying said frankly.

"Oh, the masters on the black list are more powerful than your Taoist masters?" Liu Bai frowned, more worried about Chu Jiang.

"I can't say that. I'm just one of the most unproductive junior brothers among the more than ten junior brothers of the first master of Taoism. Senior brother Chen Bai also has a younger brother named Chen Xian, who is a well deserved second master of Taoism." Zheng Ying was not angry and explained, "I'm not the opponent of blacklist masters, which doesn't mean that my senior brothers are not the opponents of blacklist masters. It's just..."

"Just what?" Liu Bai asked nervously.

"It's just that all the black list masters appear and disappear, both righteous and evil, and it's hard to have any chance to compete." Zheng Ying sighed.

"Uncle Zheng, let's stop talking. I have to call people to help my master." After hearing this, Liu Bai was ready to get up and go out.

"Young master." Zheng Ying followed Liu Bai slowly and sighed, "help? What can you help?"

"At my command, the hundred and eighty people can still be called." Of course, Liu Baili said.

"Do you think your master needs such help?" Zheng Ying said calmly, "will he appreciate you if you help him?"

"Uncle Zheng, what do you mean?" Liu Bai frowned and asked.

"Master, your master is a real master. Masters at his level never need your help. You may not understand it today, but sooner or later, you will understand it." Zheng Ying said word by word.

Liu Bai's eyes were dazed. After a long silence, Fang asked, "according to your statement, my master doesn't need anyone's help?"

"Well, no need. Besides, you can't help him with more than a hundred people." Zheng Ying, Yao Yao, cut the nail and cut the railway.

"Uncle Zheng, I basically understand what you said, but now the masters on the black list want to kill my master. How can I, an apprentice, sit idly by?" Liu Bai still worried.

"It's not to sit idly by, but to be confident in him and support him spiritually. Although it sounds useless, at least it's what an apprentice should do." Zheng Ying continued slowly.

After hearing this, Liu Bai sat down on the sofa and still wondered, "Uncle Zheng, what do you mean by telling me that the blacklist master is dealing with my master, but he won't let me take someone?"

"I won't let you go because of your safety; and I tell you this because I want you to grow up. If you want to help anyone, you should first help yourself." Zheng Ying is meaningful.

"Help yourself?" Liu Bai couldn't understand for a moment.

"Is to help yourself become stronger!" Zheng Ying said slowly, "in many cases, money is simply dirt, which has no effect at all. The same is true of conspiracy. In front of real masters, they are vulnerable. Only if they are strong enough, can they protect themselves and help the people around them."

Zheng Ying said, with a bleak smell on her face, as if she was telling something.

Liu Bai thought, "Uncle Zheng, you?"

"Yes, young master, I have been under the protection of your grandfather gambling God for ten years, and the wind over there has passed." Zheng Ying smiled, with a lot of reluctance in her smile, but more determined expression, "today is the time for me to leave. After the competition with your master, I understand the gap between myself and the real master. I want to go back to daomen and spend the rest of my life studying daomen martial arts."

Zheng Ying was originally a Wuchi. He had been hiding for ten years because of what happened in those years. In fact, in the first two years, all the rumors had passed, but the God of gamblers had always treated him as a national soldier, so he couldn't bear to leave.

However, after a competition with Chu Jiang, his heart of pursuing martial arts was stimulated again, so just now he said goodbye to the God of gamblers. After a slight pause, the God of gamblers nodded slowly and didn't ask for retention, because the God of gamblers knew that when a person was determined to leave, retention was superfluous and only increased sadness.

"My grandpa... Agreed." Liu Bai looked incredulously at the upstairs and Zheng Ying.

"Well." Zheng Ying nodded.

"Uncle Zheng, can you..." Liu Bai thought in his heart, he can't help anything. Uncle Zheng should be able to help.

"Well, I promise you, I'll go to see it before I leave. Master duels. Life and death often take a moment. I know it's futile for me to go, but it's also another thing to do for the young master." Zheng Ying didn't mean Liu Bai opened his mouth and said, "take care, young master!"

When Liu Bai heard take care, Zheng Ying had already disappeared.

Liu Baizheng was there, feeling disappointed. Although he was a little uncomfortable with Zheng Ying at ordinary times, he left without warning at the moment, and his heart was sad.

Recalling the past bit by bit, Zheng Ying was nothing but strict with him.

Sometimes, being strict is also a kind of love.

As for daomen's Kung Fu, perhaps daomen has one or another rules. Zheng Ying refused to teach real kung fu. Now it's understandable to think about it.

In a villa in a grove on the outskirts of Australia.

There are only two figures shuttling in it, sometimes divided, sometimes combined, occasionally making a dull sound. If you look at it through the video head, you must think it's just a phantom.

Chu Jiang said that he wanted to make the thirteen guests die like a swordsman. This sentence means that he fought against the thirteen guests with the skill of Gu Wu, and made the thirteen guests die convinced.

To put it bluntly, Chu Jiang doesn't plan to use special blood Kung Fu, nor does he plan to open the perspective eye.

Thirteen guest's sword technique is like flowing clouds and flowing water. He can step by step to the position of the black list, which is not by chance, let alone by opportunistic strategy.

Instead, it relies on the means of feeling strong and destroying the enemy.

Prevention.

For better attack.

Attack.

Is overbearing!

Is the way to live!

When the sword came, it was only half an inch away from the sword, but with a whoosh, Chu Jiang, who was about to die under the thirteen guest sword, disappeared out of thin air again.