The martial arts master lost his sword. He hurriedly stretched his body and waved his wide robe, shooting out balls of true energy to prevent Ye Wumian's pine pattern sword from penetrating.
It was because of his strong internal strength that he could manage to hold on even though he was as embarrassed as a bereaved dog.
Ye Wumian saw this man resisting desperately, but he couldn't kill him with a sword. There are still many questions about the master and his wife that I want to ask him.
While suppressing it, he asked: "Taoist Taoist, let me ask you, why do you want to imitate Luo Fanxi's handwriting and work for Jin Yiwei? You are a man of the world, but you have become a lackey of the government and Jin Yiwei!"
The martial artist didn't know what he meant by asking, let alone how he learned about his imitating Luo Fanxi's handwriting, so he kept silent.
Ye Wumian raised his long sword and slashed it dangerously across the martial arts mountain man's shoulder. This move "brought clouds to his chest" and cut several holes in his Taoist robe, directly injuring the flesh inside.
The martial arts mountain people complained endlessly.
He has no weapons, so he is naturally no match for Ye Wumian. I thought to myself, if this keeps going on, if I make a mistake, I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the hands of this little girl.
He quickly picked up the topic that Ye Wumian just threw out, trying to delay time, and said, "Why are you asking about Luo Fanxi?"
Ye Wumian said: "I am the maid next to Luo Xiangzhu, and Luo Xiangzhu is the daughter of Luo Fanxi. Why do you think I ask?"
The martial arts mountain man pushed out a palm, and the wind of the palm barely managed to deflect the sword stabbed into Ye Wumian's chest by an inch.
After trying hard to figure out the relationship between Ye Wumian and Luo Fanxi, he said loudly: "Luo Fanxi has taken away my love, and I wish I could send him to the eighteenth level of hell! It happened that Jin Yiwei found me and asked me to imitate his handwriting, He also said that by doing this, his case can be made a solid case and it will never be overturned, so I will naturally cooperate!"
Ye Wumian nodded secretly.
It is recorded in "Forgetful Records" that people in Wugong Mountain admired Tan Jingyi but could not get it. Then, it is normal for Luo Fanxi, who got Tan Jingyi, to be jealous of the martial arts master.
I just never expected that this hatred could reach such an extent.
Ye Wumian said curiously: "Then how did you learn my master's handwriting? Since you hate him so much, you still hold your nose to imitate his handwriting. It's really embarrassing for you."
Under the force of Ye Wumian's sword, the martial arts master became more and more embarrassed. His Taoist robe was cut into pieces and cut into pieces.
Hearing Ye Wumian talk about calligraphy, he seemed to have forgotten the current situation, dodging and laughing: "It's not difficult to learn a handwriting! Then Luo Fanxi claims to have friends all over the world, and the people who come to join him are , countless. I randomly arranged for someone to lurk next to him. Not to mention his handwriting, I know all his secret things, including his affairs in the house. Hehe, do you want to hear it? "
Sleepless and speechless nights.
He originally thought that Wugong Shanren sent an undercover agent to approach Luo Fanxi in order to kill Luo Fanxi, but he didn't expect it. He just wanted to spy on Luo Fanxi's secrets.
This person seems to be a little perverted.
Ye Wumian hurriedly said: "You should keep this kind of secret to yourself and enjoy it secretly." He quickly changed the subject and said, "Why did you send someone to get close to my master?"
"Of course it's because he took away my love!" The martial arts mountain man gritted his teeth as he had the urge to choose and devour someone.
Ye Wumian was even more puzzled: "My master took away your love, and you sent people to approach him but didn't kill him... Could it be that you planted that chess piece just to find out the secrets of his boudoir?"
The martial arts master's pale face suddenly turned red, as if he was right by Ye Wumian's words, and Yu Zi forcefully defended himself: "What's the secret of Luo Fanxi's boudoir... I actually want to explore Jingyi's boudoir... Look. Is she getting boudoir fun? I can’t get her, so can’t I ask about her?”
Ye Wumian's face gradually darkened.
Everyone's mentality is so distorted, what can I say?
The sword in his hand became more ferocious, preparing to kill the beast: "You are probing day and night. I thought you were concerned about Mrs. Jingyi, but unexpectedly you were just looking into people's private parts to satisfy your perverted possessive desire. Now Mrs. Jingyi and my master, They are all destined to die, so I will take your head and sacrifice it to them and his wife!"
He was about to change his moves and seal his throat with his sword, when he saw the martial artist was stunned for a while, then beat his chest like crazy and shouted loudly: "What did you say? Jingyi is dead? Jingyi is dead?" This is impossible, she cannot die!"
Ye Wumian was slightly surprised and thought to himself: "He has to meet Uncle Tan Jingcheng in the palace. Didn't Uncle Tan tell him about Mrs. Jingyi's death?"
Then I thought about it, maybe Uncle Tan despised this person and refused to tell him, so he didn't know, which is not surprising.
"Stop acting like a fool here, you treacherous Taoist. I will kill you to eliminate harm to the great Jiangxi Martial Arts Mountain. It is a shame for Jiangxi to have such a scum like you in the Martial Arts and Mingyue Mountains of Jiangxi."
Ye Wumian said nothing more. Since he almost understood everything he wanted to know, there was no need for this martial arts master to stay.
Just as the sword was about to seal his throat, a figure flashed towards him, and the three-pronged fork set aside the pine pattern sword. Ye Wumian looked intently, and it was Lu Feng, the general of Prince Naji's palace, who suddenly appeared.
What a great Lu Feng! He held a fork in his right hand to block Ye Wumian; he held a sword in his left hand and threw it to the martial arts mountain man.
While smiling at Ye Wumian, he said: "Little maid, you are very fast in Qinggong. I have spent a lot of effort chasing you!" Then he turned back and smiled at the martial arts master friend: "Brother, this is your sword, right? ? I picked it up for you, no thanks!"
Ye Wumian was not annoyed by his sudden intervention. He smiled faintly, looked down and said, "Your left hand..."
"Haha, my left hand, what's wrong with my left hand? How dare you play such a distracting trick on me?" Lu Feng smiled contemptuously. When he saw his left hand from the corner of his eye, his smile suddenly solidified.
But his left hand, which was originally good, suddenly turned black. A burst of black energy suddenly rose up and quickly spread upwards. The speed was so fast that it seemed to have submerged the entire palm, spilling into the depths of the elbow that was covered by the black armor.
"Ah!" Lu Feng's face suddenly became ferocious. Pain that he had never experienced in his life came from his hands. He clenched his fists and dug his nails deeply into his palms, but it failed to relieve the pain. .
"A moment~"
A cold light suddenly appeared, the long sword roared, blood sprayed, and the armored left arm was removed at shoulder level. It was the martial arts master who suddenly drew his sword and cut off Lu Feng's left hand.
The Taoist seemed to be extremely saddened by Tan Jingyi's death a moment ago, but at this moment, he calmed down again.
He looked at Lu Feng and said: "General Lu, Pindao's sword hilt is highly poisonous. Anyone who holds it without taking my specially prepared elixir will be poisoned. If the poison enters the ventricle, he will die. While the poison is still there, Hand, Pindao had no choice but to take it upon himself to cut off your left arm."
