After a fierce debate, Huineng and fifteen others finally decided on the order of action, but the result still did not satisfy everyone.

Because among the fifteen of them, there was someone who wanted to get the elixir of medicine in Wuming's hands, but he was afraid that he would be the last to take action and lose the opportunity.

In the end, if Granny Jiang hadn't seen them arguing endlessly and settled the matter with an absolutely fair and just method - drawing lots, I'm afraid they wouldn't have decided who would make the first move by nightfall.

"Hahaha, fellow Taoists, I will take action first, and I will accept the Ten Thousand Medicine Spirit Ointment in advance." The fourth sword, one of the Seven Small Swords, couldn't hide the smile on his face, and rushed towards him almost as he spoke.

Entering the battle space, I am afraid that others will suddenly regret it.

Seeing the young disciples of the immortal forces taking action, everyone in the Yanwu Dojo was stunned, but then they became horrified. They could not understand that the young disciples of the immortal forces would be involved.

"This is too despicable. It must be for the nameless panacea ointment."

"It must be, otherwise, how could they have a chance to take action!"

In the crowd, people were talking quietly, but then, people's thoughts were changed by another piece of news.

"The four of you will go directly to the finals, and the others will continue to compete!"

When this news came, everyone was secretly relieved after being stunned. Without the obstruction of four of the six powerful men, the next competition would not be so difficult.

"Give me your name?" Wuming said calmly, the darkness in his eyes getting heavier and heavier, and even the whites of his eyes became a little darker.

He had just seen what happened on the high platform, and knew that the other party was an outstanding disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, but he still wanted to know the other party's name.

At the same time, what puzzled him was that he felt familiar with the other person, as if he had met him before, but now he suddenly couldn't remember it.

"I am from the Immortal Sword Sect..."

"Don't say such nonsense, I know you are from the Immortal Sword Sect, so I just want to ask your name." Under the influence of the inner demon, Wuming's heart was filled with impatience at this time. Even though he didn't want to say this, he still blurted out,

Some are out of control.

"Wu Ming, you are so arrogant!" The man's face turned green with anger. He didn't expect that his proud background would be regarded as so worthless by Wu Ming.

"Crazy, you uncle, if you can do it, try not to push it. Your fucking mouth is like a cotton waistband. For a grown man, you can't stop whining." Wuming waved his hand impatiently, but in his heart, he said

I almost want to cry.

Hearing Wuming's words, the entire Yanwu Dojo became quiet. Everyone looked at him in disbelief, unable to understand what was wrong with him.

Only a few people know that he is affected by inner demons, but it is best not to say such things, otherwise, it will cause unnecessary panic and trouble, which will be more than worth the loss.

As for the fourth sword among the Little Seven Swords, his face was livid at this time, his whole body was filled with anger, and his eyes were full of cold light.

"Let me ask you something, if I fight like you, will you give me the panacea ointment?" Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, the Fourth Sword asked what was in his heart.

"No way." Wuming said with an expression that looked like an idiot.

"Wu Ming, you went back on your word!"

"If you go back on your word, you have already said that it is a matter of life or death. If you die, how can I give it to you or burn it to you? If I really want to burn it to you, then I might as well keep it to myself and burn it to you as a dead person. What a waste."

Ah." Wuming said harshly, and the dangerous light in his eyes made Fourth Sword shudder.

"Wu Ming, didn't you say that if I fight you, I'll give you a panacea?"

"Yes, the premise is that you are alive. If you die, what will I give you? I wonder if you have a flaw in your head. Why can't such a big man understand a sentence?"

After a pause, Wuming asked suspiciously, "You're not a fool, are you?"

"Hahaha..."

The roar of laughter suddenly broke out, and the people who were about to burst out laughing as soon as Wuming finished his words finally burst into laughter. They never expected that Wuming could be so funny.

However, everyone in the Immortal Sword Sect had livid faces. Even Mo Taichong, an elder, had a sudden change in his face, which was extremely ugly.

However, his ugly face was not just because of Wuming's unscrupulous words, but more because of the lack of brains of his disciples, who just said a few polite words. Why do you ask so many useless questions? Do you have to make it so difficult?

It looks good when everyone knows it, what a fool!

"Wu Ming, you are looking for death!" The endless laughter made Fourth Sword's face turn blue and red, and finally turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the anger in his heart slowly evolved into a deep-seated murderous intention.

At this moment, he was filled with murderous intent, and actually wanted to kill Wuming, who was humiliating him in front of him.

"Yes, yes, this is the state. There is no killing intention in your heart. How can you try your best? If the killing intention is stronger, I will take good care of you!" Wuming's hands danced back and forth in front of his chest, and his eyes were full of madness.

of smile.

After hearing his words, everyone was startled, and finally realized that something was wrong with Wuming's state, because when he was speaking just now, his eyes that were exposed suddenly turned extremely dark, as if the pupils occupied the whites of the eyes, and they were dark.

Creepy.

This is so weird that it makes people feel cold and scared!

"Wu Ming, I'll kill you!" The fourth sword sounded cold, and it rushed towards Wu Ming with a speed as fast as lightning.

At the same time, the long sword on his back rushed up with a clang, like a thunderbolt, turned in a circle in the air, and appeared in his hand.

"Wait!"

Seeing the opponent rushing towards him, Wuming didn't move at all, and his expression didn't even change. But when the opponent was ten feet away from him, he suddenly let out a voice, like thunder, and he immediately calmed down.

Everyone present stayed.

The fourth sword stopped, he frowned and looked at Wuming in surprise, somewhat confused as to what Wuming wanted to do.

As for everyone else, the same is true. They don't know why Wuming suddenly stopped the other party. Is it because of fear?

"Why, are you scared?" The fourth sword raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and asked with a slight smile.

"I'm afraid of your sister. I want to say that I remembered where I saw you." Wuming curled his lips and said.

"Have you ever seen me? Wuming, are you kidding me? You and I have never met each other. How could you have seen me, and I wouldn't even try to get close to you like this?" The fourth sword sneered, and all the reasons why Wuming suddenly spoke,

He agreed that Wuming was afraid of him, which made him let out a bad breath and felt great both physically and mentally.

"Pull him down," Wuming waved his hand simply, and then said as if he was suppressing a smile: "You are really a noble person who forgets things. Didn't you 'play' with six other people in the most beautiful building last morning?

Well, after coming out, after checking the time, he went in again..."

Seeing that the other party was about to open his mouth to deny it, Wuming waved his hand and hurriedly picked up what he had just said and continued: "Don't deny it yet. At that time, the monk was begging in front of the donkey meat bun stall not far from Zuihuan Building, and so was I.

After seeing him, I noticed that the seven of you were carrying big swords and going to the most beautiful building."

"I'm talking about monk, am I right? Monks don't lie, so don't lie, otherwise, I, the Buddha, will abandon you!" After saying that, Wuming asked Huineng on the high platform as if seeking confirmation.

"Yesterday I did go to Zuihuanlou for alms, and it was indeed donkey meat buns." Huineng just talked about what he had done yesterday morning, and didn't say anything more.

But even so, people still knew that he indirectly acknowledged the authenticity of what Wuming said, which made the originally silent crowd suddenly excited.

"Wow, Wuming, this is a shocking revelation. An outstanding disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect actually visited a brothel while he was out training. This kind of experience is really enviable."

"If that's the case, I really want to join the Immortal Sword Sect!"

"Brother, you are worthy of being a member of the same profession. He has revealed the secret of heaven with one word."

"Bah, what the hell? It's no wonder that Zui Huan Lou has been difficult to eradicate. I think the mysterious existence behind it is these immortal forces in the world!"

"Who still has rotten eggs? Give me a few quickly. My aunt can't kill these stinky and shameless eggs today."

"I think those damn immortals are all shameless and dirty people who look glamorous on the outside, but are actually men who steal and women who are prostitutes."

"My aunt swears that I will never join the Immortal Sword Sect even if I die in this life. If I want to join, I will join the Bingyun Sect. Even if I never marry, I am willing to do so."

In the crowd, there were heated discussions. Although the words were different, the ridicule in their eyes was surprisingly consistent, and the eyes of many female cultivators all showed a look of hatred without exception, and they wanted to tear them alive.

The fourth sword.

At this time, the situation got out of control again. Not only the Immortal Sword Sect was criticized by the cultivators for this matter, but also other Immortal Dao forces were not spared. People felt that these Immortal Dao forces were secretly colluding with Zui Huanlou Hang and colluded with each other.

Even in the end, Hui Neng’s donkey meat buns were inevitably used by people’s imaginations and came up with other versions. This made Hui Neng feel helpless. He always felt that he would have a ‘wine-meat monk’ in the future.
Chapter completed!