When Ai Li heard Huangfu Yingyang mention Chang Wanli, Zhai Ran woke up immediately and said hurriedly: "This is the opposite of what I'm talking about, so you guys prepare first, I'll call him."
After she said that, she walked away in a hurry. Hatule sighed and said gloomily: "Let's go, let's go get the horse over first."
Huangfu Yingyang and Xing Zhiying naturally obeyed their orders. When they were young, the three of them returned on horseback. Huangfu Yingyang suddenly felt something in his heart and said to Hatule: "By the way, Brother Ha, on the way here this time, we met a man who claimed to be Sirius." Your honorable thief."
"This man can tame wild wolves for his own use, and the wolves came by such a coincidence tonight, I think it might have something to do with him."
Hatule frowned and nodded slightly: "We also heard that there is this person on the grassland, but we have never seen it. It seems that he is probably the troublemaker."
Xing Zhiying's heart skipped a beat, and she frowned and snorted: "That Heavenly Wolf Lord is so evil and so shameless. If I meet him again this time, I won't be able to spare him."
Hatul watched the words and became more worried. At this moment, he saw Ellie stumbling back and saying with an annoyed look:
"Big brother, that stinky drunkard! He can't drink much but still insists on showing off. He's already drunk and turned into a puddle of mud. I can't wake him up no matter how I scream. Alas! You guys should set off quickly. I'll find a way to wake him up and let him follow. Trace to help you."
Hatul and the other three people all froze, but there was nothing they could do. Hatule frowned. He originally planned to scold Ellie for allowing Chang Wanli to drink, but after thinking about it, he endured it. In the end, he just called Huangfu Yingyang and Xing Zhiying to gallop away, and disappeared into the darkness in a moment. .
Wanyou Iron Shop in Chang'an City, but after hearing a deep drink, Lu Bukong pushed forward with both palms side by side. Although the move was not very clever, a mountain of potential had suddenly burst out, implying the sound of wind and thunder, heading straight towards Mu Yun's chest. Attack forward.
There was still a lot of distance between the two of them, and Mu Yun felt a huge force coming on him, making it difficult to breathe. But he was not willing to show weakness. He used the dazzling Yang force in his palm and pushed it out from the chest, just to meet Lu Bukong's attack.
They seem to be the same style, but they are completely different internal strength methods. One is the secret technique of the Beggar Clan, and the other is the Kunlun Supreme Palm Strength.
In an instant, the two potentials met in the air, and a thunderous buzz erupted, which was deafening.
With a straight-to-the-point handover, Lu Bukong only swayed slightly, and a sharp look flashed across his face.
Mu Yun involuntarily took three steps back. For a moment, his chest felt like a huge stone, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness. He almost choked out a mouthful of blood.
One move determined the strength of the weak. Although Mu Yun knew that he was not strong enough, he felt more dissatisfied. If not for most of his Yuan Gong being suppressed by the muscle-forging and pulse-locking hands, how could he be at a disadvantage?
Before he could even mix his energy and blood, Mu Yun heard Lu Bukong say in a deep voice: "Do you still want to give me some advice, friend Qi?"
Mu Yun's chest was tight and short of breath, and he couldn't even say a word. He could only stare at Lu Bukong with hatred, his eyes full of resentment.
At this time, the woman shook her head and sighed softly: "You idiot, it's obvious that you have already...sigh."
Although she hesitated to speak, Mu Yun had already heard the implication, and immediately felt that she was too impulsive. She knew that the opponent's palm power was domineering, so why bother to confront him head-on?
If Lu Bukong took advantage of the victory and pursued it at this time, he would definitely win easily, but after all, he relied on his status, so he hesitated for a moment and then said: "Friend Qi is unwilling to explain the matter of giving up his younger brother, and he is not willing to force it, but please ask Miss Yan and Miss Yu Are you okay now?"
He didn't say anything, but when he said that, Mu Yun immediately thought of Yan Ting's humiliation, and he let out a loud sigh in grief and anger: "No need to say more! There are still nine more moves, just use them!"
Seeing Mu Yun's strength, Lu Bukong couldn't help but frown. At this moment, he only heard shouts from the side. It turned out that it was the Taoist priest who had finished healing Feng Zhanyi. After finishing his work, he jumped up and untied the sworn golden orchid quilts. Sealed acupuncture points.
Lu Bukong was naturally relieved when he saw this, and then looked coldly at Mu Yun and said: "I sincerely admire my friend Qi's integrity, but as the saying goes, a strong crossbow cannot penetrate Lu's body. Now you have no chance of winning, so don't humiliate yourself. It’s good.”
It was very difficult for Mu Yun to deal with Lu Bukong alone, not to mention that almost the entire Chang'an Gang gathered together and became even more unstoppable under the same hatred. Just as his heart was getting cold, he heard sweet cheers: "Brother, here you are! Help me teach this bitch a lesson. He just... hum!"
As he was talking, a figure came up, and Mu Yun secretly cried out that he was wronged. Just as he was about to speak out to defend himself, he saw Ma Yifeng rushing forward and yelling: "You cunning thief, don't you have the guts to fight openly with me again?" Three hundred rounds!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist priest's voice came again: "Brother, the sixth brother is seriously injured. I'm afraid it will be impossible to recover within a year and a half. This evil thief is so vicious!"
Lu Bukong felt anxious and angry at the same time, so he shouted coldly: "That's enough! Do you want to take action again, friend Qi?"
Seeing Lu Bukong's face covered with frost, Mu Yun knew that the situation in this battle was going to be difficult, so he simply stopped explaining and just sneered: "What's the point of saying I don't take action? I'm a man, don't worry, you already If you want to fight, I will accompany you!"
Lu Bukong heard what he wanted, and immediately stepped forward without saying a word. Using his unrivaled power, he struck at Mu Yun again.
Although Mu Yun was full of anger, his mind was surprisingly calm. Especially thinking of the woman's reminder, he did not confront Lu Bukong head-on, but used Yun Yibawu to dodge and move around.
Although Yun Yi's Eight Dances were magical, Mu Yun was not strong enough at the moment, and he had just suffered internal injuries, so his movements were stagnant.
Lu Bukong's seven-fold dragon-slaying palm was really powerful, and combined with the famous "divine movement without shadow" movement technique, he could force Mu Yun into a desperate situation with three moves and two moves.
After struggling with seven moves, Mu Yun was already unable to avoid it. When he saw Lu Bukong coming towards him with another strong wind, he had no choice but to raise his Yuan Gong, folding his palms and sealing it out with all his strength.
But at this moment, Mu Yun suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Lu Bukong's figure disappeared out of thin air like mist evaporating.
Mu Yun's heart was greatly shocked. Before he could think about it, he was hit by a mountain of palm force behind him. He immediately grunted and staggered out.
Lu Bukong gained the upper hand and reached out to grab Mu Yun's back collar with his left hand. Then he said in a deep voice, "The ninth move."
When Gan Tian saw Lu Bukong's victory, she immediately beamed with joy, clapped her hands and said excitedly: "Well done, big brother! This is called treating the other person in his own way."
The monk came forward at some point and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, this shameless thief, I should retaliate with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. We, the sixth brother, must never suffer a loss."
Lu Bukong glanced around and saw that Feng Zhangyi was covered in blood and unconscious. Finally, he couldn't help but feel furious. This last tenth move must be ruthless!
