Mu Renqing took a breath and said, "Good Kung Fu, who are you?"
He recognized Ji Jike's skills. He was a rare master in the world, not inferior to his disciples.
In fact, Ji Jike's martial arts skills are almost the same as his, but they are all battle skills. He is not that good at boxing and kicking at this time. If only a few years later, this new generation will be the best in the world. , like Yu Dayou, single-handedly picked up the existence of Shaolin.
"Beijing camp's fifth grade official Qianhu Jijike!"
Ji Jike took a step forward and said, "Old sir, your martial arts are good, but you are no match for us. How about you hand over the young master of Yuan Bingbu so that we can avoid a fight?"
Ji Jike admired the old man's martial arts skills, so he wanted to give him some advice.
"That's the disciple who passed on my mantle!"
Mu Renqing valued Yuan Chengzhi very much. He felt that this child could not only make him famous, but also pass on his legacy. He was the best close disciple.
"Including the closed disciples, there are only three of them. Your Huashan sect is really pitiful!"
Yuzhenzi said while playing with a jade seal.
These words made Yu Jiulian and others laugh. If no one had said it, they really hadn't noticed that the number one sect in the world only had three disciples. The leader was really useless.
"Be brave, Yu Zhenzi, my Huashan sect is not a place for you to act wild."
Mu Renqing was still familiar with Yu Zhenzi, and was not polite to him at all, and just scolded him directly.
Anyway, he is now the number one person in the world, and no one in the world is rude to him. He can do whatever he wants, which makes him even more lonely.
"Huh, Mu Renqing, I am talking to you. If I hand over my son, I will pardon you. If not, don't blame the strict laws!"
Yuan Chonghuan looked at Mu Renqing, who ignored him, with a very bad expression. Although he no longer had military power, he had become a serious minister of the Ministry of War. He could be considered a high-ranking official. He was also a civil servant. He had not yet Have you ever been ignored like this?
"Are you Yuan Chonghuan? Nonsense. Governor Yuan's bodyguards said that Governor Yuan was beaten to death in the capital with two hundred imperial rods. You dare to impersonate him, you are really looking for death!"
Before he finished speaking, he flew towards Yuan Chonghuan's face, trying to tear off his human skin mask.
"Bold! ×2"
An Jianqing and Fang Zhenghua stood next to Yuan Chonghuan, one on the left and the other on the right. Together they flew towards Mu Renqing. The three of them exchanged four or five moves in mid-air. Mu Renqing stepped back with a muffled grunt. .
His clothes had been torn open, and there were several blood stains on his hands.
"Good work, good work!"
Mu Renqing looked at the two people and said repeatedly. He did not expect that Yuan Chonghuan would be accompanied by such two experts. Compared with him, they were both in the same league.
"Who the hell are you?"
Only then did Mu Renqing realize that his Huashan sect seemed to be in danger. There were too many masters coming today, but his Huashan sect had too few people. For the first time, he hated himself for not accepting hundreds of disciples. There were so many disciples. It can kill these people.
"Commander of the Jinyi Guards An Jianqing! Admiral of the West Police Factory Fang Zhenghua!"
The two took a step forward and said.
"It turns out to be the eagle and dog minions of the coward Zhu Youjian."
Mu Renqing nodded and said.
"Bold! Presumptuous! The emperor's name is something you, a fool like you, can call by his name."
Fang Zhenghua and An Jianqing each drew their swords and rushed forward. They were ready to kill people. Now they could no longer care about Hunyuan Gong or not. They would be in trouble if they didn't succeed. The current power of Emperor Chongzhen It is getting heavier, and the factory guards like them can feel it.
Mu Renqing looked at the two people who came up to fight for some reason, and felt a little puzzled. Didn't they just say something? Why did it become like this?
"snort!"
Yu Zhenzi and the five elders of the Wen family also snorted, picked up their weapons and prepared to stand up.
They were also officials of the imperial court, and Chongzhen treated them well. They could not tolerate Mu Renqing's scolding of the Volunteer Army as a coward, but they recognized the hawks, dogs, and claws. Anyway, they were all serious beasts in clothes now, so it was no big deal.
"Brother Mu, be careful!"
Taoist Mu Sang watched those people stand up and knocked out the black iron chess pieces in their hands with a rain of flowers.
"Senior brother! I can't see that you are also a person with no superiority. Let's get close to each other!"
Yu Zhenzi swept away most of the chess pieces that were hitting him with a sweep of the dust in his hand, and then swiped his long sword and flew towards Taoist Mu Sang.
The five elders of the Wen family rolled around like a lazy ass to avoid the chess pieces. After getting up, they all looked bad. Such an embarrassing posture made them all feel unhappy. They originally thought of going to trouble Taoist Mu Sang, but Mu Sang unexpectedly They could not catch up with the Taoist's Qinggong and his various magical skills. He tried several times in a row but failed to stop him. Instead, he blocked Yu Zhenzi's moves, which made them feel that they had lost face.
Seeing this situation, Yu Zhenzi gritted his teeth and said nothing. He was not a member of the martial arts world, so naturally he would not curse out loud. Besides, the five elders of the Wen family who he currently has were of a higher rank than him. Ping, besides their superb siege skills and Chongzhen's personal bodyguards, he couldn't afford to offend them.
He could only use Qinggong, and the hard attacks along the way drove Taoist Mu Sang out of the hall. The two of them stood in a ball outside the hall.
The long sword in Yu Zhenzi's right hand is sharp, and the whisk in his left hand is also unpredictable. His dual-tasking skills frightened Taoist Mu Sang. This level of skill is already on the same level as him. If he hadn't stirred up dust from the ground from time to time, he would attack. He had long been defeated by Tamaki's clothes.
"Brother, are you at your wits end? Why are you resorting to such despicable means as throwing sand and soil?"
Tamaki looked at the sand and said, he didn't want to get his clothes dirty, so he stood still.
Taoist Mu Sang also took this opportunity to rest and unhooked the stainless steel chessboard from his back. This thing is too heavy, but it can't deal with Tamaki.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
Taoist Mu Sang is a sensible person. As soon as so many people arrived, he could tell that the people who came were evil. But he didn't know why he wanted to talk to Yuan Chengzhi. They all knew that Yuan Chonghuan was beaten with two hundred imperial sticks. People should It’s already dead, and the one that pops up now must be fake.
"The Huashan faction supported the bandits in Shaanxi and allowed them to invade the important areas on the nine sides of Shanxi. You must know that Huang Taiji was outside at that time. They were looking for death. You'd better leave them alone!"
Yuzhenzi looked at Taoist Mu Sang and said. At this time, he began to persuade Taoist Mu Sang. It was not that he was really kind, but that he wanted to be tolerant.
