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"Mr. Mu, although this sword-breaking technique has the word "breaking the precepts", it is also a Buddhist martial art. But you just used it, but it is dangerous and has violated the Buddhist intention of mercy!"

"You should leave some leeway in your attacks, so that you can fully utilize this precept-breaking sword technique!"

South of Weihui City, in a woods.

Mu Ze was practicing the breaking sword technique with a long knife in hand, while Wang Yuyan stood under the tree and gave instructions.

"So?"

Mu Ze thought for a while, and then used the breaking sword technique.

This time, Wang Yuyan nodded gently, "There is no problem this time!"

"Mr. Mu!"

Wang Yuyan said softly, with an extremely troubled expression.

"Miss Wang, if you have something to say, you might as well say it!"

Mu Ze looked up and saw several men in various clothes rushing out, each holding a weapon.

I guess it was someone sent by Ding Chunqiu to find Ah Zi to retrieve the sacred tree king tripod.

Mu Ze said that he was most annoyed by people talking in roundabout ways. He was afraid that he could not help but give Wang Yuyan a big showdown.

But what Mu Ze didn't expect was that Jiumozhi seemed to wake up the moment he took action. Seeing that someone was about to die in his hands, Jiumozhi quickly used Qinggong and appeared next to the tree one step ahead of the person.

Wang Yuyan's face turned red and she hid behind Mu Ze without saying a word.

The young man was stunned for a moment, his eyes instantly stern.

Mu Ze held a long knife in his hand and said with a smile.

"As expected of Ding Chunqiu's disciples, we can only say that they are of the same blood!"

The young man glanced at Mu Ze.

The young man glanced at Mu Ze, his expression became a little uneasy, and he immediately shouted loudly.

What a familiar figure!

Just now this kid showed off his skill. That kind of lightness skill does have some tricks. Why not use this great monk to kill chickens and scare monkeys with one hand!

Jiumozhi originally said that he would no longer think about the so-called drawing a circle with the left hand and a square with the right hand.

"How insidious!"

"My cousin had only thought about making friends with martial arts people before. He had never thought about starting from the imperial court and then relying on the military strength of the Xixia Kingdom. But just after you talked to the Xixia warrior in that small mill last time, it didn't take long for him to spread the news.

Here comes the news that my cousin wants to marry the princess..."

Mu Ze said with a smile.

Just as Mu Ze was about to take action, another person suddenly walked into the woods and muttered something.

it's him!

I practiced that bullshit left-right fighting, but I couldn't do it. I wanted to give up, but I kept thinking of this martial art every time I walked!

At this moment, a wisp of white mist came out from the man's folding fan and headed straight for Mu Ze and Wang Yuyan.

In order to kill the chicken and scare the monkey, he used all his strength with this palm.

"It's the corpse poison of the Xingxiu Sect. I've heard people talk about it before!"

How long has it been since I practiced other martial arts!

He grabbed the man's head with one hand and turned it violently. The man fell to the ground. Of course, vomiting blood was inevitable.

His elder brother often did this to catch stars, and he succeeded every time. Why did he fail the first time when it was his turn?

Could it be that his posture is wrong?

Or is his tone wrong?

"not good!"

In a short time, Mu Ze and Wang Yuyan were surrounded in the middle.

He has already realized that this great monk seems to have some tricks!

Wang Yuyan nodded, and before Mu Ze could speak, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the distance.

"court death!"

"one two three!"

Seeing that Jiumozhi still didn't move, the man suddenly folded his fan and made a palm with one hand, heading straight for Jiumozhi's heart.

Mu Ze sighed and then said.

Then he looked forward and saw a pair of big Kazilan eyes looking at him.

Mu chooses the way.

Jiumozhi was thinking about it when he suddenly paused, lowered his head, and saw a palm on his heart.

The young man holding a folding fan said with a smile.

There are some villains on the roadside who look at the woman next to you who looks like a fairy, and then they have evil thoughts.

it's him!

He challenged Qiao Feng himself and was beaten up by the opponent.

When Jiumozhi heard this familiar voice, his body couldn't help but trembled, and he looked forward with a stern look.

Mu Ze asked rhetorically.

Wang Yuyan reminded softly.

"Are you trying to say that the man in black is your cousin, Murong Fu?"

"Master is so compassionate!"

Jiumozhi felt a gloomy feeling in his heart. He wanted to scream at Mu Ze, "Mu Ze! You have disturbed my Taoist heart!"

Jiumozhi didn't even think about it, and with a backhand palm, the man hit the big tree beside him like an arrow from the string.

"Beauty is a disaster, Miss Wang!"

Not to mention that Mu Ze looks so young, and he looks like someone who can be manipulated at will.

Jiumozhi was completely blown away. He couldn't hold himself any longer. He thought to himself, but someone came to stimulate him!

Jiumozhi's subconscious palm was not something he could bear.

"Never!"

The man seemed to have changed. He sneered and said, "I am a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect. Boy, hand over the woman next to you and leave. I will spare your life!"

Mu Ze sighed, he knew it!

In the world of martial arts, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later.

"I'll count to three!"

"you wanna die!"

Listening to this familiar voice, Mu Ze paused and couldn't help but look to the side.

But he just couldn't help it!

The more Jiumozhi thought about it, the angrier he became, and for a moment he gritted his teeth.

As soon as the words fell, the man flew out and fell to the ground, covered in ulcers and pus and blood flowing out of his body.

Mu Ze nodded. When the man said Ah Zi's name, Mu Ze had already guessed it.

The young man glanced at the long knife in Mu Ze's hand and curled his lips in disdain.

"That monk, are you deaf?"

"Hey, this monk is working for the Xingxiu sect and there are many other people waiting for him. Please leave quickly!"

The young man asked again.

"Have you ever seen a little girl wearing purple clothes and holding a small tripod in her hand? She looks weird."

How did his senior brother do it at that time?

The young man was a little confused.

If you didn’t lose your life, you were just lucky!

His head was hitting the trunk of the tree. If he had hit it right, Bodhidharma would not be able to save him even if he was reborn.

The man who came out was none other than Jiumozhi!

At this moment, Jiumozhi was walking and drawing something in the air with both hands.

The man nodded slightly, without replying, and bowed slightly towards the two of them.
To be continued...