Chang Wuxin's idea is very simple. If the junior brother loses, then the senior brother will help him regain his position. Chang Wuyi is older than Yin Wuwo, and Shi Wuzheng is older than Chang Wuyi. Now that the other senior brothers are away, of course it is him who will step in.
Evenly matched opponents, the opponent's short stick is superb, disappears and appears at times, very difficult to deal with, often has no intention of guarding the circle, the sword light is fleeting, although it can't gain the upper hand for a while, it has no disadvantage.
After a fierce battle of more than ten moves, Chang Wuyi gradually became familiar with his opponent's moves. Just as he was about to press hard, his opponent took out an identical short stick again from nowhere. With both sticks in hand, his offensive increased sharply. Chang Wuyi was suddenly forced to panic. , Fortunately, Wudang's footwork is exquisite, he is calm in chaos, and resolves crises one after another.
After dozens of fierce battles, it turns out that the opponent's stick skills are so unpredictable that he often loses them unintentionally.
Chang Wuyi was not as depressed as Yin Wuwo, with his brows furrowed and his expression confused.
"His two sticks can be connected into one. That is the most powerful way to use it." The old man said.
Chang Wuyi suddenly realized what he said, nodded and said: "That's it, no wonder it feels so strange."
At this point, all three Wudang people were defeated. The old man didn't mind and continued to watch the battle on the field.
What Chu Xiang didn't expect was that until the end of this round of competition, Song Wang, Zhang Zhenbian, Shi Xingkong and Chen Ying, who were not among the top ten masters, did not appear. There were quite a few other Danjin masters. But I didn’t see any amazing talents.
"Why didn't a master like Wu Mingzi show up today?" Song Xiaoting asked Chu Xiang in a low voice.
"Some people are already crazy. Who dares to let the genius in his sect come out to the world? It is not worthwhile to leave the seedlings that have been cultivated so hard." The old man said, helping Chu Xiang answer Song Xiaoting's question, and at the same time reminding Chu Xiang again.
"They shouldn't dare to mess around in the city, right?" Chu Xiang said.
"A half-buried man, what's the difference between the city and outside the city?" the old man sneered.
Thinking that he was in the city last time, Chu Xiang's face darkened. He had underestimated the situation, thinking that the strict control during the game would be relaxed.
Who is the scariest person in this world?
People who are not afraid of death.
Song Xiaoting grabbed Chu Xiang's arm again. Last time it was to stop him from playing, but this time it was just out of nervousness.
The few people didn't leave in a hurry. After the crowd outside dispersed, they followed the old man to visit Shi Wuzheng.
Shi Wuzheng's injury was not serious. His wrist was comminutedly fractured, his entire arm was injured by the internal force, and his qi and blood were depleted. Fortunately, he knew acupuncture and treated it in time, otherwise this hand would have been disabled.
With a single blow from the master of Danjin, the result was already calculated. If that person hadn't wanted to kill Shi Wuzheng and insisted on leaving Shi Wuzheng behind. If he struck with all his strength, Shi Wuzheng's arm would have been shattered.
There were people from the master's sect taking care of them, so there was no need for Gongsun Qi to work blindly. Chu Xiang, Gongsun Qi and the old man said hello, and the four of them left the hospital.
"The old man told me just now that there are many old immortals coming to Wucheng. Those people are more unscrupulous than him. We must be careful." Chu Xiang said solemnly.
"Even Lao Shi dared to attack. This group of people seems to have no scruples." Gongsun Qidao.
"I'm getting ready to leave. I've arranged for someone to take Xiaoting back to the base. You can help me keep an eye on her secretly." Chu Xiang said. Song Xiaoting could only see his lips moving slightly and couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Okay." Gongsun Qi nodded without hesitation. He knew that Chu Xiang's identity was sensitive. In this undercurrent of Wucheng, leaving was the best choice.
"Let's go have a good meal." Chu Xiang said.
The small wine shop was already full, but unfortunately Zhang Zhen was nowhere to be seen. The four of them sat down at the snack bar next door, ordered some wine and meat, and had a hearty meal.
"There is a problem. I wonder if you have noticed it. Have you noticed that the first few days when you met Senior, he had never been drunk. In the past few days, he has been drunk twice." Gongsun Qidao.
Chu Xiang's brows furrowed even more, he rubbed his brows and said, "Do people who have something on their mind get drunk faster?"
"Yes." Gongsun Qi answered affirmatively.
"There are not many things that can give senior a headache." Chu Xiang said.
"not much."
"Let's go to Nanhua Villa." After a pause, Chu Xiang said.
Seeing Chu Xiang and the others were about to leave, the old man from the wine shop ran over and handed a note to Chu Xiang: "This is for you from the surname Zhang."
Chu Xiang frowned at Zhang Zhen's message. He opened the note and saw a few scrawled words on it: Leave Wucheng quickly.
Chu Xiang frowned, crumpled the note into a ball and held it in his hand, his expression solemn.
"How?" Gongsun Qi asked.
"Senior asked me to leave Wucheng as soon as possible." Chu Xiang whispered, his voice concentrated into a line so that only Gongsun Qi could hear it.
"Senior did not borrow the sword just to fight with the King of Song." Gongsun Qi was shocked and said in a deep voice.
"Let's go." Chu Xiang said, holding Song Xiaoting's hand and heading to Nanhua Villa. This incident revealed a strange atmosphere. No master appeared in today's challenge. This is already abnormal. Some people may have Take risks out of desperation.
Although she couldn't hear what the two said, Song Xiaoting understood that something important must have happened, and she held Chu Xiang's hand tightly, looking very nervous.
The Nanhua Villa was much deserted than the last martial arts conference. The Zhike Monk at the door was replaced by a young monk. Hearing that the person in front of him said that he was the Demon Lord Chu Xiang, the Zhike Monk hurriedly went in to report.
Soon, the monk Zhike returned and took the four people in. Behind the second door was the great monk standing by the door with a smile.
"Hello, Master." The four of them greeted.
"Long time no see." Liao Yin said with a smile.
"Master, where is my apprentice?" Chu Xiang asked, having regained his composure.
Liao Yin's steps slowed down, his expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "Please follow me."
"Wait for me here." Chu Xiang said to the three of them, and followed Yin to the backyard.
In the backyard, Xiaoliang has indeed become a bald man, wearing a brand new scarlet monk's robe.
"As expected." Chu Xiang said with a bitter smile.
"The donor had already expected it and sent him here. He obviously wanted to be beautiful. Thank you very much." Liao Yin said with a smile, taking a preemptive strike.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to pursue it with you." Chu Xiang waved.
"Almsgiver is kind-hearted!" Liaoyin said with a smile and clasped his hands together, exiting the backyard.
"Brother Chu." Xiaoliang ran over quickly when he found Chu Xiang.
Chu Xiang touched Xiaoliang's bald head and asked with a smile: "Is it okay to be here?"
Xiao Liang's round face smiled shyly and said, "Several masters are very kind to me."
"Then you can stay here from now on." Chu Xiang said.
"Um."
As soon as Chu Xiang finished speaking, a young monk wearing a bright red cassock with gold came out of the abbot's room.
"Are you senior brother?" Chu Xiang said angrily.
"The benefactor's eyes are as bright as a torch." The young monk in the red cassock with gold embroidery said with his hands together.
"I need your help with something," Chu Xiang said.
"But it doesn't matter." The young monk was very happy.
"Help me send Xiaoting back." Chu Xiang knew why he agreed so readily. How could he not be glad that he got such a good junior brother for nothing?
"good."
The little monk had just finished speaking, when the big monk left and came back.
"Donor, there are people outside watching you." Monk Liaoyin said to Chu Xiang, his expression a little solemn.
Chu Xiang nodded and said to the young monk, "This matter is not a trivial matter."
"I'll take care of it." The young monk took care of everything without hesitation.
"I have arranged for her to leave with the military's convoy at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. You can do whatever you want." Chu Xiang said.
"Four people named Lingfan, Lingyuan, Lingkong, and Mingdao are accompanying us to protect him," the young monk said to the elder monk.
"Yes." The great monk Liao Yin clasped his hands respectfully. Liao Zi was the highest-end force in Nanhua Villa, and Ming Dao was the top master among the ascetic monks. These four people needed to be dispatched, and Liao Yin understood the importance of it.
"Thank you." Chu Xiang said seriously.
"There is no need to say thank you between you and me." The young monk was in a good mood.
"Is there a spare room for me to sleep in?" Chu Xiang asked.
"Rooms A, B, C and D are all empty," Liao Yin said.
"Be careful in everything," the young monk warned.
