The King of Wisdom's expression remained unchanged, as if he had been prepared for a long time, but when his sleeves and robes bulged slightly, his hands suddenly opened, his wrists were wrapped around two logs, and then he swung back and pushed out with all his strength.
This series of actions happened in an instant. The two logs rotated and then turned upside down. What was even more surprising was that wherever the two logs passed, other logs also turned upside down. For a moment,
Dozens of wooden blocks shrouded Zhang Wuji again.
"The Great Shift of the Universe?" Murong Fu murmured, and frowned slightly. King Wisdom's move was obviously similar to the Great Shift of the Universe, and even the changes in the moves were quite similar.
His heart moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered that when he fought with the Great Sage Baoshu King before, the other party had also used the power-diversion technique. Although the King of Qixin and the King of Changsheng had never used it, they still had something to do with their breathing.
The great moving shadow of the mind.
"Have all of these people practiced the Great Shift of the Universe?" Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, thinking of a possibility, but he immediately thought it was impossible, because the skills of the Great Shift of the Universe in front of these people could only be regarded as scratches, and they were only small successes.
It has not reached the level, or it can be said that it is already another kind of martial arts, but it cannot escape the shadow of the Great Shift of the Universe.
"Perhaps I just practiced some residual skills." In a blink of an eye, Murong Fu put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart and stopped worrying about the matter. He looked up and saw that Zhang Wuji had stood up from the fire, with his hands crossed in front of his chest and the back of his hands.
Looking outward, a red wall of infuriating energy appeared in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the wooden blocks bounced off by the King of Wisdom hit the zhenqi wall one after another. However, after hearing a few "puff" sounds, one end of the wooden block instantly turned red and quickly spread across the entire log, like red-hot charcoal.
Generally, it turns into fly ash in the blink of an eye.
Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly at once. He had also practiced the Nine Sun Magic Technique. He had practiced it for a long time, but his skills were not as pure as Zhang Wuji's. He could melt a piece of wood into ashes in an instant. He had always practiced it before.
He thought that this was because of the existence of the Beiming Divine Art, which prevented him from exerting the power of the Nine-Yang Divine Art to the maximum. But at this moment, he had a feeling that even if he perfected the Nine-Yang Divine Art and exerted its full power, he might not be able to exert it.
Not as good as Zhang Wuji.
Seeing this scene, the King of Wisdom couldn't help but froze for a moment, with a slightly astonished expression on his face. After a while, a flash of light burst out in his eyes, and he smiled slightly and said, "Little benefactor, what is the relationship between the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun and you? The little monk looks at you and seems very interested."
Are you nervous about him?"
Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment. He thought he had been paying attention to his adoptive father's situation and he noticed it. He thought for a moment and said, "He is my adoptive father."
"Oh!" King Wisdom nodded with a half-smile, and then said, "How about we make a bet on who will win between your adoptive father and King Ju Ming?"
"No!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji shook his head and refused without thinking. Not to mention that his adoptive father had always been at a disadvantage, and he would never gamble with his adoptive father's life or death.
"Little benefactor, don't be too busy to refuse," King Wisdom waved his hand. "After all, you can't bet on your foster father to lose. How about this, the two of us sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. If your foster father loses, the little monk wins, and you
Let me borrow the secret book of Nine Sun Magic Skills from the young monk. If King Ju Ming loses, then it will be considered as your win. The young monk will make the decision. How about letting you two go? Of course, if you want to borrow the secret book of martial arts from the young monk, that is also possible."
Zhang Wuji couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the person in front of him was an eminent monk, but he didn't expect that he was so good at gambling. He was almost no different from a gambler in the market. He was about to shake his head in refusal when Murong Fu suddenly sounded in his ears.
The voice said, "Master Zhang, make a bet with him and lure these two people elsewhere."
Zhang Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, with a hesitant look on his face. After a while, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, just follow what the master said."
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" King Wisdom smiled, stroking his palms and mouthing three more wonderful words.
For a moment, the two of them stopped and stood aside to watch the fight between Xie Xun and King Ju Ming.
However, Zhang Wuji was not idle either. He had been hit by two arrows in the calf before, and then he was hit by the King of Wisdom in the chest. At this moment, his stomach felt tight and uncomfortable. He immediately secretly used his energy to adjust his breath, and transmitted a message to Xie Xun to explain to Murong
Restoration plan.
Xie Xun paused slightly, and then consciously or unconsciously guided King Ju Ming to move to the edge of the field.
At this moment, the Persian soldiers at the scene were staring at the movement of Xie Xun and King Ju Ming. No one paid any attention to Xiao Zhao and Dai Qisi. Murong Fu came to the pile of firewood where Xiao Zhao was without any effort.
"Young Master!" Xiao Zhao was stunned at first, then said that he was dazzled, blinked his eyes quickly, and cried out.
Murong Fu hurriedly made a gesture of silence, turned around and glanced at the soldiers around him, but seeing that they did not react, he reached out and put his hand on the pile of firewood.
But after hearing a few soft "puff" sounds, the pile of firewood did not move at all. Murong Fu smiled slightly, and his body suddenly flew up and landed steadily in front of Xiao Zhao.
"Young Master!" Xiao Zhao's face was filled with indescribable joy, but tears were shining in the corners of his eyes. He whispered, "Sir, Xiao Zhao is sorry for you. You should leave quickly. The Persian Chief Teacher is here..."
But before she finished speaking, she felt her hands and feet light up, and then her whole body became sore and numb. She could no longer stand steadily and fell forward.
Murong Fu immediately took her into his arms, brushed away her messy hair, and flicked her on her smooth forehead, "Silly girl, the master will never abandon you, but you, abandoning the master again and again,
Next time, the young master will be angry!"
Xiao Zhao's face froze, and then a trace of determination flashed across his face, "Never again, Xiao Zhao swears that he will never leave Young Master again, even if Young Master one day doesn't want Xiao Zhao."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and was about to say something, when a burst of yelling and cursing sounded.
Murong Fu looked back and saw that his actions had been discovered by Persian soldiers. At this moment, dozens of people were surrounding the audience, all of whom drew their swords at each other.
The movement here naturally alerted the King of Wisdom immediately, but when he turned around and saw Murong Fu for the first time, his pupils shrank, and he secretly said in his heart, "This man's martial arts are so high that I can't match him."
, or... let King Ju Ming try it first!"
Thinking of this, he immediately shouted to King Ju Ming, "Brother Ju Ming, don't let us fight, someone is going to kidnap the saint!"
As soon as these words came out, King Ju Ming, who was agitated by Xie Xun's fight, perked up and punched the void. As soon as possible, the void shook violently, and the surrounding air seemed to have solidified.
Xie Xun, who was moving quickly, suddenly stopped and his speed became extremely slow.
Before Ju Mingwang could retract his right fist, he immediately extended his left fist. Judging from its trajectory, it was heading towards Xie Xun's head.
"What kind of martial arts is this!" Xie Xun said in a shocked tone. In the midst of the lightning and flint, he had to raise his sword to parry. There was a loud "bang" and his body involuntarily slipped out, which was more than five feet away.
King Ju Ming didn't even look at Xie Xun. He turned to look at Murong Fu, but when he saw that he had rescued Xiao Zhao, he couldn't help but became furious. He gave a wild drink and ran out wildly.
Every step he took made the ground tremble slightly, but his speed was also extremely fast. In less than three breaths, he was only three or four feet away from Murong Fu.
Murong Fu didn't want to fight with the two treasure tree kings in this situation, so he immediately picked up Xiao Zhao and rushed out in the opposite direction. However, when he passed Dai Qisi's body, he paused again and opened his hand to suck up Dai Qisi.
Qisi put it on his shoulders and ran out of the camp.
"Fire the arrow!" Suddenly, the voice of the King of Wisdom resounded throughout the audience.
Before he finished speaking, there was a rapid "chichichi" sound in the tents around the venue, and countless arrows shot out.
When Murong Fu heard the strong wind coming from behind, he felt slightly awe-struck. He was moving forward rapidly and suddenly jumped up, dodging the first wave of feather arrows, but then the second wave of feather arrows hit.
"Huh!" Murong Fu snorted coldly and stopped suddenly. He couldn't free his hands. He stood up on the toes of his right foot and drew a semicircle on the ground. He stamped his heel suddenly and landed on the ground.
The force was like a sea wave, sweeping away and scattering arrows wherever it passed.
But this was not over yet, the force rolled away, and in an instant he was in front of King Ju Ming. He was originally following Murong Fu, but this time he was naturally caught off guard. His body suddenly stagnated, and he was immediately shot.
Fly out.
Murong Fu's figure was in a trance for a while, and in a few flashes, he disappeared into the night.
"What a profound inner strength!" King Ju Ming was bounced more than two feet before he could stabilize himself. He said with an incomprehensible look on his face, while he secretly cursed "old fox" in his heart. No wonder King Wisdom didn't take action himself, but instead asked himself to take action.
For a moment, his steps hesitated. Although his limbs were well-developed, his mind seemed not simple.
"Let him go, he can't run far anyway!" King Wisdom's rather relaxed and leisurely voice sounded behind him.
"You make it easy!" King Ju Ming said in a somewhat annoyed tone without looking back, "Her Royal Highness the Saint has run away, and you and I will both be punished!"
"Then what else can we do? This man is so powerful that only the Second Elder can subdue him. Don't worry, the Second Elder won't blame you or me for this." King Wisdom always had a calm look on his face.
, seems to really have a plan in mind.
King Ju Ming shook his head helplessly and said nothing more, but when he turned around, his expression immediately changed, "Where are those two people? Don't tell me that you let those two people go too!"
But I don't know when Zhang Wuji and Xie Xun disappeared.
"What else can we do if we don't let them go?" King Wisdom rolled his eyes slightly, "One is the Golden Retriever Lion King. Killing him will cause a big backlash from the Middle-earth Mingjiao. The other one is the Lion King's justice.
Son, let alone kill him!"
"Huh, you can't do this, you can't do that. I've only been able to play some intrigues in my life. Problems that can be solved with fists have to be solved with the most complicated methods!" King Ju Ming complained angrily, but he seemed to know the power of it.
, but did not mention the pursuit of Zhang Wuji and Xie Xun again.
King Wisdom's eyes were fixedly looking in one direction, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking. If Zhang Wuji were here, he would definitely know that that direction is the direction he left.