Flower Stealing Master Chapter 440: Zhao Min’s gift

Zhou Zhiruo was furious, her wrist flicked, and a black long whip flew out of her sleeve to hit Guo Fu. Huang Rong was taken aback. She didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo to suddenly move her hand and quickly resorted to the dog-stick method to stop the long whip. Come down.

However, Zhou Zhiruo had already prepared. This whip made a turn and easily escaped the interception of the dog stick. The whip smashed a bead flower on Guo Fu's bun.

Zhou Zhiruo snapped the long whip back into his sleeve, and said proudly: "My Emei school has so many magical skills, how can I covet another school of martial arts, the little girl must not confuse the crowd."

Guo Fu's pink face turned pale in fright. He was completely stupid at this time and didn't know how to respond.

Huang Rong was originally a guardian of the cubs. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo attacked her daughter, she was furious. She turned her face against the Emei faction and had to fight Zhou Zhiruo to death and life. As a result, Zhou Zhiruo's action was very measured and did not really hurt her. When Guo Fu came to Guo Fu, his anger disappeared.

Guo Fu finally recovered at this time, and when he was about to curse, a celestial voice sounded.

"What happened here, why is it so lively?"

A group of people turned their heads and looked, only to see a bright and unparalleled girl looking at this side with a smile, and the accompanying men scattered around, guarding vigilantly.

Huang Rong recognized that one of the people was the King of the Golden Wheel, and couldn't help but smack her tongue secretly. This demon girl is really a big fan, and even a master like King of the Golden Wheel stood obediently behind her.

"It turned out that the princess empress came here. Could it be that Mongolia also sent a good hand to participate in a gold snake conference?" After fighting with Mongolia for many years in Xiangyang, Huang Rong naturally has no affection for the Mongolian people, and he smells of gunpowder when he speaks.

The surrounding martial arts people really whispered that the Golden Snake Camp has always been a rebel against foreign iron cavalry. If it is finally won by a master supported by Mongolia, then the Central Plains Wulin will really lose its face.

Zhao Min didn't rush, and asked with a smile, "Isn't Mrs. Guo also attending this conference? Is it possible that some of these sixteen candidates are supported by Mrs. Guo?"

"Of course there is," Huang Rong pursed his lips, and continued, "As long as he can get rid of the Tartars, no matter who wins, I will support him from the bottom of my heart."

As soon as Huang Rong's voice fell, many martial arts people applauded.

"Tazi get out of the Central Plains."

"Kill all the Tartarians."

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Xiao Feng, who was standing next to Huang Rong, was extremely embarrassed. Speaking of his identity as a Khitan, he was also the Tartar in the eyes of the Han.

"Mrs. Guo is really clever." Zhao Min didn't feel angry, and he was not interested in taking advantage of her. In Zhao Min’s view, Huang Rong is indeed agile, but because of her limited vision, her intelligence is nothing more than a little wit on the rivers and lakes. She is still far from the realm of turning hands for clouds and hands for rain, otherwise so many years have passed. , Xiangyang City will not only have the strength of hard work, without the slightest effort to make progress.

"My demon girl, pay back my emptiness brother's life!" Suddenly, a violent shout sounded, and a golden monk volleyed towards Zhao Min.

Song Qingshu recognized that the man in his hand was Xuancheng, the thirteen supernatural monk of Shaolin Temple, remembering that Zhao Min had been injured in the palm of his Donkey Kong last time, and Song Qingshu subconsciously stood up to stand up for her.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's eyes condensed. It turned out that he noticed that Zhao Min's hand behind him was concealedly posing to him, beckoning him not to act rashly.

Song Qingshu understood in an instant, it's better not to expose the relationship with her.

It’s not without reason that Zhao Min is so confident. The last time he missed and was captured was because Song Qingshu crossed a bar. Now the three master-level masters, Jinlun Fawang, Baihe Taoist, and King Kong sect master, are all looking at the side, and mysterious The two elders of Ming, Shenjian Baxiong and others accompanied, Xuan Cheng dared to ride alone, and Zhao Min was even sure to make him hate on the spot if he didn't care about other people.

Xuan Cheng's momentum broke through Zhao Min's carefully selected samurai guards, and the dense arrows of the gods and eight heroes shot on him, except for leaving a few white marks, but he did not stop him.

"King Kong is not bad for magic?" Seeing Hunter's heart, the Vajra sect master made a bang, and his whole body turned golden, and the King Kong was not bad for the gods to greet him.

Fisting and fisting, the two of them fought a dozen moves in the blink of an eye. Xuancheng fisted for a while, then turned into a prajna palm for a while, and then became a prajna palm. It is the master of the vajra sect that immersed in the vigorous vajra index ten. When the two figures were separated, the main figure of the King Kong Gate stayed in place and swayed, apparently suffering a small loss.

However, when Xuancheng was stopped by him, Xuancheng's castration was exhausted, and the Golden Wheel Fa King seized the opportunity to block him. In an instant, the six huge wheels flew away and hit Xuancheng's large holes from all directions.

Xuan Cheng and the Vajra Gate master fought for more than a dozen strokes. They were already unable to breathe well. They didn't dare to use their bodies to forcibly pick up a few sharp, spinning wheels, and hurriedly pushed left and right gears, knocking the six giant wheels one by one.

All the masters on the scene were dazzled. Xuan Cheng first flew the tin wheel from the rear right with a multi-leaf finger flick, then grabbed the lead wheel that was about to be cut on the skin with his twisting fingers, and moved back. With a flick, he hit the iron wheel behind him, using the kung fu in his sleeves, stepped out with one foot, and firmly stepped on the ground with the bronze wheel that cut his hamstrings, using the Shaolin Temple's shadow-like leg technique.

Then blasted the silver wheel flying from the upper right with the big wei tuo pestle, and finally forcibly transported the indestructible vajra body, and used the dragon claw hand to grab the gold wheel in the hands of the golden wheel Dharma.

There was a sour rubbing sound, and the fast-rotating golden wheel was suddenly caught by Xuan Cheng and held still, and he couldn't move forward anymore.

Looking at Xuan Cheng’s **** hands, the King of the Golden Wheel was secretly shocked. If others insisted on their own golden wheels like this, they would have to cut off half of their palms at the lightest level. He didn’t expect Xuan Cheng to just scratch. It's just a long hole, and the King Kong is really overbearing.

However, the King of the Golden Wheel seemed to have expected this kind of result a long time ago. The Golden Wheel moved to the side and pulled Xuan Cheng's hand away, and the right hand that had been waiting for him hit his chest with a punch.

I haven't reached the body yet, the sound of thunder and wind carried by his fist has made people's eardrums faintly painful. Xuan Cheng didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly carried up the profound meaning of the empty palm, wanting to reduce the strength of this punch.

The fists intersected, and the Golden Wheel Fa King felt the strength of his fists being gradually removed by the opponent, and he couldn't help but let out a grinning: "Look at how much you can melt!" The dragon elephant's Prajna skill layer after layer, like a giant Waves usually rush from one's fist to the palm of the opponent.

Puff!

When the ninth power was removed, Xuan Cheng couldn't hold it anymore, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and hurried back.

The Daoist Baidam had been waiting next to Zhao Min, and did not participate in the battle. Seeing that Xuan Cheng was injured, he followed the principle of taking your sickness to kill you, and his body flashed from the palm of the **** Xuan Ming to shoot Xuan Cheng. go with.

"Master, be careful!" The two envoys of Wudang faction swung their sword skills at the same time.

Shaolin Wudang has always moved forward and retreated together in the arena. Although the incident of Zhang Cuishan made a secret life more than ten years ago, we can't just watch Xuan Cheng's death in the hands of the Mongols.

Among the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng had long been ignoring the affairs of the sect, and the position of the head was passed to the elder disciple Song Yuanqiao. As a result, Song Yuanqiao resigned because of Song Qingshu's killing of Mo Shenggu, and has been practicing in the back mountains.

The second disciple Yu Lianzhou took over as the head of the house. On weekdays, he sits in the Zixiao Palace and rarely goes down the mountain. Because Yu Daiyan has been disabled for more than ten years, she has developed a temperament and is not a director.

The fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan killed himself, and Mo Shenggu was killed, so the Wudang Seven Heroes often walked in the rivers and lakes, only the four heroes Zhang Songxi and the Six Heroes Yin Liting. The envoys that Wudang sent to participate in the Golden Snake Conference were these two people. .

Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting have been carefully trained by Zhang Sanfeng. Coupled with these years of studying Tai Chi swords, they have long been among the top masters in the world. Although they are not at the level of Shijue, it is not impossible to catch up with the gap in time.

It's just that the Daoist Baishui is an old demon who had only been reluctant to defeat when he fought against Zhang Sanfeng with hundreds of moves. For these years, he has been thinking about revenge and hatred, and secretly studying the Wudang school's martial arts cracking method.

Seeing two men in Wudang attire swinging their swords to attack, a smirk flashed across the face of the Daoist Daoist, and his palms shot out from an incredible angle. Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting’s long swords suddenly collided with each other. The cultivation base is close, the strength intersects, and the body shape has a meal, obviously having suffered a serious internal injury.

This is also unlucky for the two. If they encounter a pervert that has been researching and deciphering Wudang Kungfu for decades, even if it is against Ouyang Feng and others, the two will definitely have more than self-preservation together. How could it be like this? When I met, I suffered a big loss~IndoMTL.com~ The old man killed Zhang Sanfeng's old miscellaneous hair and two baby apprentices first. "The Taoist Bai Hsiao roared, his arms suddenly skyrocketed by one foot, and he pressed them against their chests.

Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting immediately recognized that this was Zhang Wuji’s Xuanming palm. Even Zhang Sanfeng could not do anything about his injury. The power of this person’s Xuanming palm was more than twice that of Xuanming. The two suddenly cried out, and I'm afraid they will die here today.

Suddenly, there was a huge suction force from the two of them, and they moved several feet abruptly. When they stood firm and looked at the person behind them, they couldn't help but be surprised and happy: "Qing Shu?"

"I have seen four uncles and six uncles." Song Qingshu saluted, and smiled bitterly in his heart. Although he was expelled from the door wall by Wudang, he was beaten by Yu Lianzhou in the lion slaughter conference. Coming from Wudang, you can't just watch the death of these two cheap masters.

Fortunately, the cheap father Song Yuanqiao didn't come, otherwise he would be called a stranger father, and his nerves would not be that strong. Song Qingshu felt extremely fortunate.

Taoist Bai Hsiao looked back at Zhao Min, and saw that she winked, he couldn't help but continued to attack Wudang Two Heroes. Song Qingshu hurriedly protected the two of them behind him, and greeted them with the eighth palm of the dragon.

Last time in the martial arts competition in the inn, the Daoist Taoist had seen Song Qingshu's martial arts, so naturally he didn't dare to be careless. With a spirit of twelve points, the palm of the **** Xuan Ming reflected the shadow of the sky.

The eighteen palms of Jianglong used by Song Qingshu did not have so many tricks. On the surface, the tricks were unremarkable. In fact, every time Song Qingshu made a move, he kept in mind the sudden strength and weakness, and the eight characters.

After ten tricks, Zhao Min’s delicate voice rang: "Well, let’s spare this little thief today." r1o58

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