"What can't you do? I'm going to do a martial arts show. Do I think I'm going to lose?"
"Uncle, there is still a long way to go in life. There is no need to commit suicide for the sake of fame."
Mu Nan didn't bother to explain, so he put the spirit stone into her hand and continued:
"If you have spiritual stones, lend me a few hundred, and buy them all for me to win!"
Xie Huaiwei was a little helpless.
A losing battle.
Borrow it, the spirit stone is like wasting water, don't borrow it, the other party is a master uncle, it's not easy to lose face.
"Huaiwei only has two hundred ordinary spiritual stones, which is not as rich as my uncle."
Xie Huaiwei is not short of spiritual stones.
She just picked a number that was acceptable in terms of appearance.
Once Mu Nan loses, she will only lose two hundred spirit stones if she falls vertically from Yiniao Peak.
"Okay, buy them together and I'll win! If you win, I'll share half with you!"
Two hundred for five hundred is a good deal no matter how you look at it.
But Xie Huaiwei knew that two hundred spirit stones were given to beggars, and they could still get a "aunt".
"I hope you can think of me well when you dance!"
"I will definitely miss you!"
Mu Nan didn't know what she meant by jumping, so before leaving in a hurry, she specifically warned: "Don't forget to buy it!"
He listened to everyone's chatter again, and greeted everyone he knew or didn't know in high spirits along the way.
When I heard "Uncle Master" coming to the martial arts arena, I realized how grand this martial arts performance was.
The entire martial arts arena can accommodate more than 3,000 people, but it was packed with seats.
Some held banners that read "Senior Brother Mu will win."
Some waved the flag and shouted heartbreakingly: "Senior Brother Mu, I love you!"
There are also those who are naked from the waist up and have the word "Mu" written on their bodies.
On the contrary, Huang Xiao's small group of people seemed to be alone.
A small banner with the words "Uncle Pastor Must Win" was squeezed into the front seat.
Without him, the technique has no eyes.
The closer the martial arts arena is to the front, the easier it is to be accidentally injured.
When Mu Nan entered the stage, the crowd laughed.
Those who pointed their thumbs down and called Faceless Man were booed.
Huang Xiao was so angry that he grabbed his thin waist and fought back desperately.
It's just that he looks so alone, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a drop in the ocean.
Mu Nan didn't feel anything unusual.
Playing away from home, it is normal to have some disadvantages.
After all, there are still a few people shouting "come on," right?
He waved to everyone present, and after being startled by the sound of frogs, he slowly came to the three of them.
"Uncle Pastor, what do you think of the game of giving away spiritual stones?"
"Gently wake up the sleeping soul, slowly open your eyes, and take a good look."
Then he ignored more questions and asked Huang Xiao: "Did you win if you bought me?"
Huang Xiao nodded heavily: "Seventeen spiritual stones, if you push them all, Uncle Master will win!"
There is always a sense of generous death in the words.
"Enough brother!"
"Who is brother enough?"
Wen Yuanzheng walked over shirtless, with the word "Mu" crookedly written on his chest, and asked enthusiastically.
Wherever he passed, everyone gave way to the "God of Plague".
I was afraid that if I disagreed, I would be beaten severely.
"Brother Nan, be mighty!"
Wen Yuanzheng has a loud voice and speaks with great momentum.
"You know it too?"
Mu Nan handed him the drumstick and continued: "Now, you are the cheerleader!"
"Cheerleaders?"
Wen Yuanzheng was confused when he heard this term for the first time.
"Are you going to shout? Who are you going to talk to?"
"I can't help it!"
Mu Nan patted his shoulder and continued: "Ask Huang Xiao, I'll leave first. By the way, I almost forgot to ask you, do you win if you buy me?"
"Eight hundred and one spiritual stones, I bought them all! Brother Nan will win if he takes action!"
Wen Yuanzheng finished speaking proudly and reminded: "How many Dali Pills did you bring?"
"Didn't I tell you? I've finished eating already!"
Wen Yuanzheng's expression changed, as if a relative had died, and he was extremely depressed.
"It's over! I'm going to see if I can withdraw the spirit stone first!"
Mu Nan laughed loudly, turned around and walked towards the venue.
On the way, I was stopped by an honorary "SMS" interviewer: "Uncle Pastor, can I ask you a few questions?"
Mu Nan glanced at Mu Guirong, who was already standing in the field, looking extremely thirsty, and said, "I'll answer you two questions at most."
"How are you going to deal with this martial arts performance?"
"Use magic!"
The interviewer was stunned for a moment, then asked sharply: "Are you prepared to lose?"
Mu Nan sneered and replied domineeringly: "You can't see that kind of grand scene!"
Looking at his "stumbling" back, the interviewer thought for a long time and said: "Reporting to the center, I want to report that someone is bragging!"
The spirit of gambling cannot be retreated, so that after Wen Yuanzheng came back with a look of despair, he resolutely became the absolute main force of the cheerleading team.
"Brother Nan, you must win, your worth is already high!"
…
"quiet!"
The elder of Zhilu Hall, whose surname is Gu, is Gu Baidan. He is a fat-bellied monk of half a hundred years.
He usually smiles and squeezes his facial features into a ball, looking like a kind goose egg.
But don't be deceived by his appearance. Everyone in the Jiuyi Sect knows that Elder Gu enforces the law extremely strictly.
He was very cruel to the disciples who made mistakes.
He once used a law enforcement whip to whip a Nascent Soul Stage Daxiu to the point of almost splitting his baby!
In the Jiuyi Sect, his words are sometimes better than those of other peak masters.
Just like now, with only the word "quiet", the originally noisy martial arts arena fell into silence for an instant.
"This martial arts performance has been reported to the Law Enforcement Hall by Mu Guirong. Before the martial arts performance, I would like to ask Mu Guirong and Mu Nan whether they accept the mediation before the martial arts performance?"
Mu Guirong said solemnly: "Disciple does not accept mediation."
"Don't accept it!"
Mu Nan echoed.
You don’t need to think too deeply about it. The so-called mediation means sitting down and doing the usual things, and everyone takes a step back.
Seek a gentle surface.
But when it comes to things like adjustment, saying that one party agrees to the adjustment will definitely make things worse.
"That being the case, I won't comment too much on the law. This martial arts performance is a life-long fight, so let's stop at it."
Coubertin paused and looked around the entire martial arts arena:
"Spells have no eyes, and injuries are inevitable. We must remember not to waste people's cultivation; if one party admits defeat, the other party is not allowed to attack again; if he falls to the ground and cannot breathe for ten seconds, he will be judged as a loser!"
"Those who break the rules of martial arts will have their cultivation level revoked!"
The rules for performing martial arts are quite satisfactory, but if you break the rules, will your cultivation be revoked?
Mu Nan thought about it again, and it made sense.
The purpose of martial arts is to resolve feuds, not to seek revenge.
If it comes to a fight to the death, it will be a fight to the death.
"I announce that the martial arts performance has begun!"
Following Elder Gu's words, Mu Guirong took out two short swords as long as a foot.
One red, one black.
The red dagger glowed with black light, and the black dagger glowed with red.
Looks very weird
Mu Nan also used the measuring ruler at the same time to prepare his defense.
"Draw the earth as a prison and think of a kind face! Commandments!"
Mu Guirong smiled and said, "Uncle Pastor, be careful."
"Your magic weapon is too weird, I have to be careful."
"I have twin Taoist weapons in my hands. One is a point of blood, and the other is an eternal fall. Both are good at speed and are extremely sharp. I'm afraid my uncle's defense circle is not enough."
Mu Nan shook the measuring ruler in his hand and said casually:
"My hand is also a Taoist weapon, called the measuring ruler. It is extremely hard and specializes in fighting evil!"
When performing martial arts, you strive for an opportunity.
The conversation between the two seemed to be reminding each other, but in fact they were trying to overpower each other in terms of momentum.
Mu Guirong did not lose his rationality because of his deliberate contempt for the "evil ways", and he held his hands and said: "Uncle Master, please take action!"
"Blue Fire Pendant!"
Mu Nan was not polite, and blue fire burst out from his fingertips.
The fire dragon roared and came out.
The first attack was meant to be a probing attack, and Mu Guirong was already cultivating alchemy, so it would be unwise to give way here.
"The Seventh Taoist Technique: Blue Fire Pendant, quite average, but very powerful."
Elder Gu's voice spread throughout the audience.
Mu Nan had not heard Fairy Shuyun talk about Tao Jue, nor did he know that the Canghuo Pendant he used was called Tao Jue Seven.
He always thought it was just a technique casually taught by his master.
When I heard it, I gained some insights.
When Mu Guirong raised his hands in salute, he intentionally crossed his swords with defensive thoughts in mind.
Seeing the Blue Fire Plunging Technique coming, the two blades were slightly separated, and a crisscross sword energy slid towards the fire dragon.
"call!"
The moment the cross sword energy collided with the fire dragon, it turned into several chaotic sword energy, smashing the fire dragon into pieces in the air and falling to the ground.
"Strangling Strike, one of the mysteries of Mu Guirong's twin Taoist weapons."
