Master Xinmei and Mr. Iron Flute!

As guests invited by Xu Ziyi to witness Tanhua Lang's wedding, Old Man Tianji and Sun Tuozi quickly recognized the origins of the two people in front of them, and also understood the source of Long Xiaoyun's confidence.

Mr. Tiedidi is a very famous master in recent years. It is said that his martial arts skills are no longer inferior to those of the leaders of the seven major sects.

It's just that this man prides himself on being noble and rarely participates in worldly affairs. However, it was rumored that his beloved concubine Ruyi was killed by plum blossom thieves not long ago, so it is not surprising that Long Xiaoyun can invite him today.

The appearance of another white-browed old monk could not help but make Old Tianji take a high look at Long Xiaoyun's wide range of friends.

The old monk with white eyebrows is none other than Master Xinmei, one of the seven great monks of Shaolin.

Although Shaolin is in decline now, its century-old heritage cannot be underestimated. The seven eminent monks of the highest generation all have excellent martial arts skills. However, they are all outsiders, so they are not included in the ranking of weapons!

"You already have the answer in your mind. Does it matter whether it is yes or no?"

Looking at Mr. Tiedi in front of him, Xu Ziyi showed no interest and just raised his eyelids to glance at him.

Although Mr. Tiedi was extremely famous, in Xu Ziyi's eyes he was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Naturally, he had always lacked interest in dealing with such an opponent.

Master Xinmei turned the Buddha beads in his palm and said, "If Tan Yue has something to say, just speak out, because we don't want to wrongly accuse good people!"

"Master, today is Tan Hwa Lang's special day. I don't want to see blood here. You'd better leave before I change my mind!"

Xu Ziyi still raised his eyes to look at Master Xinmei beside him, and then sighed.

"Arrogant!"

Hearing this, Mr. Iron Flute's face turned cold, and he clenched the iron flute in his hand as he spoke. Since he is called Mr. Iron Flute, the weapon in his hand is naturally this iron flute.

Seeing Mr. Tiedi's thoughts, Xu Ziyi finally advised: "I don't care who you are, sir, but you'd better not take a step without permission, otherwise even the Buddha will not be able to save you!"

Master Xinmei said in a deep voice: "Why should Tan Yue try to show off his power with others' tongue? You must know that the power lies in the mouth and tongue, and the harm lies in the heart. You cannot hurt others, you only hurt yourself."

He spoke slowly, seemingly calmly, but after reaching everyone's ears, each word became like a loud bell and a giant drum, making his ears buzz.

Xu Ziyi said coldly: "It seems that the great monk's sharp tongue is not as good as mine!"

"Master, I can prove that Brother Xu is not a plum blossom thief!

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As today's protagonist, Li Xunhuan naturally saw the murderous intent in Xu Ziyi's tone, so he spoke.

"Everyone in the world knows that you have a close relationship with this person, how can you prove it?"

Looking at Li Xunhuan in his wedding clothes, Long Xiaoyun, who seemed to be seven or eight years older, clearly had jealousy and pain in his eyes, and he said coldly.

Ever since his true identity was exposed in front of Lin Shiyin, the Fourth Master Long, who was known as Bo Yuntian, completely dropped all pretense in front of Li Xunhuan.

"Yes, Li Tanhua alone cannot prove this matter!"

Master Xinmei nodded.

"Tanhua Lang, there is no need to explain how to deal with these people, because they think that they represent the justice of the world. Sometimes the simplest way to deal with them is the most effective!"

Xu Ziyi couldn't help but smile when he saw Master Xin Mei who looked like he was committing harm for the world.

Mr. Tiedi asked: "What can I do?"

Xu Ziyi smiled and said: "With fists!"

"By you?"

Mr. Iron Flute asked coldly.

"No, you are not worthy of me to take action!"

Xu Ziyi shook his head and said.

"court death!"

Mr. Iron Flute originally regarded himself as a noble person. When he heard Xu Ziyi's words, a cold light flashed in his eyes. His figure was like the wind passing by. The iron flute in his palm turned into a stream of light. The sharp edge split the air and struck Xu Ziyi directly with one move.

Facing Mr. Tiedi's blow, Xu Ziyi stood with his hands behind his back, motionless.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tiedi used a move, and a sword light suddenly flew out in front of his eyes.

This sword is as fast as lightning.

Even with Mr. Iron Flute's ability, he could only be frightened and change his moves when faced with this sword.

However, it was still a step too late, and with a chirping sound, the sword had pierced his right hand holding the flute, and the blood was drawn like a flag and a rocket.

After being hit by the sword, Mr. Tiedi's body suddenly retreated from the plum blossoms behind him, and there was only a crashing sound that flew for half the sky.

White snow and red plum blossoms intertwined into a beautiful picture in mid-air, and Mr. Tiedifu's body was seen dancing lightly in the white snow and red plum blossoms.

Ah Fei didn't even raise his head, but the iron piece in his hand was taken out again.

A sword thrust out will never come back in vain.

This is Ah Fei's creed. When he is not absolutely sure, he will never use his sword!

But soon, the sword light in A Fei's hand suddenly turned into a blue rainbow, and the man and the sword seemed to have become one. The green rainbow passed by, and the man had stabbed Mr. Tiedi Flute in mid-air with the sword light.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing Mr. Tiedidi in danger, he frowned slightly and chanted the Buddha's name. Then he closed his palms and made a hissing sound. The string of bronze beads flew out from his palm and hit Ah Fei who was standing aside.

"Master only knows that others are ruthless in their actions, but you yourself are not taking advantage of others' danger!"

Xu Ziyi said coldly, and then he saw his sleeves and robe rolled up, and like a green dragon absorbing water, all the bronze beads from his palm were frightened away from the air.

With Xu Ziyi's intervention, A Fei and Mr. Tiedi fought, and the winner was quickly determined.

I saw Mr. Iron Flute falling from the air with a pale face. He fell so slowly that he looked like a man made of paper. There was already a string of blood on the snow.

That's right, he lost!

No one could have imagined that the famous Mr. Iron Flute would be defeated by a piece of iron that could be called a toy.

Ah Fei only fired two swords just now, but both swords were successful. With one sword, he dodged in time and was stabbed in the right hand. With the other sword, he was not so lucky and was hit directly in the throat.

Mr. Tiedi was leaning against the plum tree, panting. His face was pale, and there was blood under his throat.

Facing this sword, his world-famous Iron Flute had no chance to make a move!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Mr. Iron Flute covered his throat, there was a rattling in his throat, and finally sighed: "What a fast sword..."

After saying this, the world-famous iron flute in his right hand fell.

"How brave!"

Seeing Mr. Tiedidi's death, Master Xinmei couldn't help shouting angrily, and then he saw four monks in gray robes and white socks surrounding Xu Ziyi.

Xu Ziyi just showed his hand, and Master Xinmei regarded him as one of his life-long enemies. Now that Mr. Tiedidi is dead and there are strong enemies beside him, he has no choice but to take action to deal with one of them first.

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I saw five people circling around Xu Ziyi at the same time. If Xu Ziyi moved, they would move. If Xu Ziyi stopped, they would stop!

"A Fei, you don't have to take action!"

Xu Ziyi could see that these Shaolin monks not only had profound kung fu, but also the coordination of their bodies was perfect and watertight, and he became interested in them.

Xu Ziyi smiled slightly, waved his right sleeve and slowly pushed forward with a palm. His palm seemed to be released very slowly.

But the old man Tianji who was watching from the side couldn't help but look solemn. He had already seen the power of Xu Ziyi's palm.

Xu Ziyi's palm seemed to be of average power and slow, but when he faced Monk Xinmei and others, he couldn't help but feel short of breath and chest tightness.

not good!

He knew in his heart that among the five, he was the one with the deepest cultivation, but when he personally faced the power of Xu Ziyi's palm, he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

Facing this palm, if he hides, he will die!

If we can gather the strength of five people, we may be able to turn defeat into victory!

The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and the five of them launched a palm together.

Hearing a loud "Peng" sound, the five people in my heart and eyebrows trembled at the same time. Their waists and knees were sore and they slumped down, with red blood seeping from the corners of their mouths. They were clearly defeated.

Xu Ziyi's palm is the Great Vajra Palm from the Jin Lao Shaolin Temple. This palm is extremely difficult to practice, but Xu Ziyi managed to master it. With his deep internal strength, it can be said that he is invincible!

The Great Vajra Palm is extremely powerful, just like a Vajra Palm, it can strike out with extremely powerful palm power from a distance.

Compared with another powerful palm method in Jin Lao Jianghu, "Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon", it doesn't give in too much!

Although Xinmei's cultivation is good, it is still far inferior to Xu Ziyi. It is of course extremely normal for her to lose in his hands!

Monk Xinmei, who had to gather the strength of five people to barely receive this palm, turned pale at this time. Faced with such amazing palm power, he was naturally the first to bear the brunt and suffered serious internal injuries.

And there was one thing that shocked Monk Xinmei even more.

Shaolin martial arts is a collection of strong and powerful skills, but the palm techniques Xu Ziyi used just now are no less than Shaolin's unique skills, and even the palm techniques in his hands are even better!

"The old monk admires Tan Yue's powerful palm skills!"

Monk Xinmei, who was slumped on the ground, suppressed the surge of energy and blood in his heart, and then spoke.

With Xu Ziyi's unparalleled palm power, he only needs to open his mouth, and there will be people in the world willing to offer him countless gold and silver treasures, so there is no need to bother!

At this time, Monk Xinmei already understood that the man in front of him was not the Plum Blossom Thief, but he still understood it too late!
To be continued...