When Aili 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 horses 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 before. 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 his words and became even more worried. At this moment, he saw Ellie stumbling back and saying with an annoyed look:
"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."
Hatule and the other three people all froze, but there was nothing they could do. Hatule frowned. He originally planned to scold Ellie for letting Chang Wanli drink, but after thinking about it, he endured it. In the end, he just greeted Huangfu Yingyang and Xing Zhiying.
The horse galloped away and soon disappeared into the darkness.
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 long distance between the two of them, and Mu Yun felt a huge force approaching him, making it difficult to breathe. But how could he show weakness?
Meet Lu Bukong's attack.
They may seem to be the same style, but they are completely different internal strength methods. One is the Beggar Clan's secret technique, and the other is the Kunlun Zhi Gangzhang Jin.
In an instant, the two potentials met in the air, and a thunderous buzz erupted, which was deafening.
Straight to the point, Lu Bukong shook his body slightly, and a stern look flashed across his face.
Mu Yun involuntarily took three steps back. For a moment, he felt as if his chest was blocked by a huge boulder, his throat was filled with fishy sweetness, and he almost choked out a mouthful of blood.
One move determines the strength of the weak. Although Mu Yun knows that his internal strength is not enough, he is more angry. If most of his Yuan Gong is not suppressed by the muscle-forging hand, how can he be at the disadvantage?
Before Mu Yun even had time to mix his energy and blood, he heard Lu Bukong say in a deep voice: "Do you still want to give me some advice, friend Qi?"
Mu Yun felt chest tight and short of breath, and could not even speak a single 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. He immediately felt that he was too impulsive. He knew that the opponent's palm power was domineering, so why should he confront her head-on?
If Lu Bukong took advantage of the victory and pursued it at this time, he would surely 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 I would like to 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 sigh of grief and anger: "No need to say more! There are still nine moves, just use them!"
Seeing Mu Yun's strength, Lu Bukong couldn't help but frown. At this moment, he heard shouts from the side. It turned out that the Taoist priest 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 happy 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 just to deal with Lu Bukong, not to mention that almost the entire Chang'an Gang had gathered together, and they were even more unstoppable under the same hatred. Just when his heart felt cold, he heard sweet cheers: "Brother, you are here.
! Help me teach this bitch a lesson, he just... hmph!"
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 dog thief, do 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, my 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 frightened 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? You don't have to worry about it, a real man, you already have
If you want to fight, I will accompany you!"
Hearing this, Lu Bukong got what he wanted. He immediately stepped forward without saying a word, using his unparalleled power, he struck at Mu Yun again.
Although Mu Yun was full of anger, his mind was surprisingly calm. Especially when he thought of the woman's reminder, he did not confront Lu Bukong head-on, but used Yun Yibawu to dodge and move around.
Yun Yi's eight dances are indeed wonderful, but Mu Yun's real strength is weak at the moment, and he has just suffered internal injuries, so his body movements are unavoidably 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. Seeing 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 advantage and refused to let others go. He reached out with his left hand to grab Mu Yun's back collar, and then 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, brother! This is called treating the other person in his own way."
The monk came up to me at some point and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, you are such a shameless thief. You should retaliate with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. You must not let our sixth brother suffer."
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!