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Chapter 133 Refining the Flying Sword (Page 12)

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Feng BoE said that without being polite, Wu Santong, a fisherman, woodcutter and farmer, was already scolding him. He had just found an opportunity to vomit into the lake, but now he has recovered:

"I, xxxxx, what are you talking about? Open your eyes wide and see, my master is——"

Gu Meng was transmitting secret messages to Master Yideng at the same time: "I have nothing to do with Yanziwu."

The implication is "Don't worry about me, let's fight."

Yideng nodded: "Understood."

Feng Bo evil started shouting again: "I don't care who the old bald donkey is, he is just another martial arts senior who didn't know where to beg for food and died due to his famous stunt! And you came all the way to get revenge, right?"

Gu Meng secretly wondered whether this Feng Bo Evil had awakened some of the attributes that the South China Sea Crocodile God said.

Although it is not successful, it is not far off. Generally, monks do have to rely on charity when they go out, but Shaolin has a lot of money, which is different.

After Feng BoE finished speaking, a person next to him began to shake his head:

"No, no..."

He began to speak after reading the opening remarks:

"What is a martial arts senior? He can be beaten to death by his own unique skills. It shows that he is another martial arts fish. Even after death, he should hide and hide this scandal to cover up this scandal. Yet he dares to bite randomly and come to trouble us. That’s ridiculous!”

Feng BoE nodded in agreement:

"Third brother is right, that bald donkey, considering your age, why don't you just retreat and take care of yourself? Why come to Yanziwu to fight against us?"

Having mastered Yideng Qi-nurturing Kungfu, I didn’t get angry when I heard the other monk pointing at the monk and calling him “bald donkey” two or three times. He asked the disciples not to curse each other, and smiled slightly and said:

"This 'Jiangnan Gust of Wind' must be the benefactor of Storm and Evil Wind? The benefactor is right. There was indeed a martial arts master who was close to our temple who died at the hands of his own stunts. After verification by many masters, some of them were ruled out. The impossible candidate is indeed like the Gusu Murong family's magical skill of 'turning the stars around'."

"Of course, we have no evidence. May I ask when Master Murong will return? If he returns soon, we can also wait for a while and explain the matter in person..."

Yideng was here to reason with the two sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks in an angrily manner. Feng BoEi was already impatient:

"How can it be such a trouble? I tell you, our young master is very busy and has no time to kill you bald donkeys. You are not chanting in the temple. You are interfering in these martial arts disputes every day. You deserve to die. Get away quickly. Don't Come to Yanziwu and cause trouble for us, or else..."

Abi had just learned the identity of Master Yideng, and she was a little panicked when Feng BoE and Bao Tong came over. She knew the personalities of these two people very well, and now she was even more anxious: "Stop talking!"

But it was too late. Wu Santong was furious when he heard Feng Po evil repeatedly threatening him. He had not yet recovered from his madness. When he saw the boats on the opposite side approaching, he stopped paying attention and jumped directly onto the opposite boat with a loud scream. Punch out at Fengbo Evil.

It's a pity that the world's top master may become stronger when he goes crazy. After a bastard like him goes crazy, his moves are not as planned as usual, and he falls behind in just a few moves.

Feng Bo hated seeing that this person's kung fu was not just a third-rate guy who was just a walk-on. He seemed to have practiced high-level martial arts. Instead, he became interested and started punching hard, which was a bit over the top.

As soon as he got serious, Wu Santong became even more unstoppable. At the critical moment, he remembered that he had a unique trick - Yang Finger. The finger shook to intimidate half of Feng Bao Evil's body, preventing him from getting close to him.

Feng BoE was forced to take a step back: "It's interesting, what kind of fingering is this? Forget it, ask again after the beating! I'm about to use the knife, be careful."

He just drew his sword. Now is the era when internal strength is prevalent. Really powerful masters have more empty-handed ones. There is no saying that using a sword is more advantageous. It is Fengbo Evil himself who is better at sword skills.

Abi shouted from the side: "Stop! Stop it! Stop fighting!"

Bao BuTong smiled and said: "Sister Abi, you are not a martial arts practitioner and don't understand martial arts. Don't worry that there are so many of them. These second-rate and third-rate people can't hurt us."

Now that Feng Bo Evil was on the head, of course he didn't listen to A Bi's stop, and just kept attacking. His sword skills were superb and he could block the attack. His evaluation was that in terms of weapons, he seemed to be stronger than Yu Canghai.

Wu Santong was even more unable to defeat him now, so he had no choice but to shake his head in frustration: "Master, save me!"

The expressions of the remaining three of the four major disciples are hard to describe. Although we are a generation younger and are now called disciples, our job is to protect the four major disciples. We should protect His Majesty. What do you call "Master, save me"? Are you crazy? !

While secretly complaining, Yuqiao Du was also ready to take action.

At this moment, Feng Bao Evil was shouting again: "It turns out that we are masters and disciples. It's really interesting. Old Bald Donkey has recruited many lay disciples. You don't have to take turns to fight like this. Let's all come together."

This man was born to be a crazy fighter. He spoke without restraint and did not consider whether he could win. He was a fisherman, woodcutter, farmer, and martial arts expert. Wu Santong wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't gone insane.

The three people over there were very angry, but this time it was Yideng who made the first move.

I saw his figure flashing, almost indistinguishable to ordinary people. Most of the top masters' movements in small areas are very fast. He didn't know when he had inserted himself into the battle group of Wu Santong and Feng Boye, and his fingers were as fast as lightning. The storm was brought under control in just a few strokes.

Only then did Bao BuTong realize that the old bald donkey was powerful, and he quickly attacked, saying: "Old bald donkey, don't hurt my fourth brother!"

Then he was restrained and slapped a few more times. Well, the big mouths were slapped by Wu Santong.

The light dimmed and he said, "You are riding a horse, the old bald donkey is braying so happily! When I was not a monk... Well, I was not a ruthless person when I was not a monk. I guess I would just laugh it off and let it go. I am a good man. I have been a cuckold all my life, and I have to endure it even if I wear it... Sigh... I am worthy of being an emperor, so it is better to become a monk, Amitabha."

It was only today that Master Yideng felt that it would be good to have a crazy disciple. After all, as a monk, his rough methods were contrary to his style.

Gu Meng nodded secretly when he saw this scene... He suddenly had a bold idea. It seemed that it would be good to have a madman to help him with things.

He is still too normal at ordinary times, especially after his martial arts reaches a certain level, he always feels that the Jianghu people are putting him on a trial basis, and he will occasionally consider the consequences of doing things that are too willful.

After all, you are a person with fans, so you still have to pay attention...

No, it’s actually too shameless. Gu Meng is a person who cares about fame, but this matter can be discussed later.

Now he chuckled: "You two are Feng Bo evil and Bao Tong? I am your neighbor. Lin Tanzhi, who has just arrived in Taihu Lake not long ago, is nicknamed Jian Xie. He can barely be considered a master."

"This master here is one of the five masters of swordsmanship in Huashan Mountain in the past. Emperor Duan of the Southern Emperor. Now he is called Yideng. The other four are his disciples. They came to you because Shaolin Master Xuanbei is a guest in Dali. He died in the incident of 'Great Skanda Pestle'..."

The two people were shocked. Master Yideng was already outrageous. His reputation as the Five Sword Masters was still very deceptive. His own son might not be able to defeat him, let alone the power of Dali.

This offended him greatly. Unexpectedly, someone even more outrageous came with him.