When Huangfu Yingyang heard Chang Wanli praising Xing Zhiying, he felt quite dissatisfied and quickly said: "Brother, I can't really believe this little girl's fallacy. After all, she is a young lady who has never been out. How can we be on the same level as her?"
Chang Wanli smacked his nose, looked at Huangfu Yingyang and said, "So, I still want these thirteen volumes of techniques?"
Huangfu Yingyang said seriously: "Brother, please don't misunderstand me. My attitude remains the same as before and I will still let you do what you want."
Chang Wanli was silent for a moment, and with a sigh he leaned down and bowed three times in succession to the stone box on the ice table. The expression on his face was clearly solemn.
When Huangfu Yingyang saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My brother is wise, but the Red Devil didn't say that he must be his disciple, but these guys kowtow to each other unjustly."
Chang Wanli ignored it. After three bows, he stood up and held up the stone box solemnly.
Xing Zhiying's heart was filled with sadness. Just when she was speechless, she suddenly heard Chang Wanli's loud shout. She gathered ten stamina in her palms and struck hard at the stone box.
The unparalleled force of Liuyang's palm passed by and instantly shattered the stone box into pieces. There was no trace left in the flying stone fragments.
Huangfu Yingyang and Xing Zhiying were stunned. They each stared at Chang Wanli with horrified faces, unable to recover for a long time.
Chang Wanli's expression remained as usual, he nodded to Xing Zhiying and said with a smile: "I'll handle it this way, the little girl has no objection, right?"
Xing Zhiying felt an unspeakable excitement when she heard this, and responded with a trembling voice: "Senior is so noble and honest, I am heartily impressed by this junior."
Huangfu Yingyang, however, was about to cry but had no tears. He walked forward without saying a word and leaned over to search for the fragments of the stone box.
It's a pity that Chang Wanli didn't have any room to spare when he made his move. The stone box and the Kung Fu inside had been destroyed long ago and could no longer be saved.
Huangfu Yingyang looked helpless, and finally couldn't hide his heartache and said: "You two lunatics, one big lunatic and the other little lunatic, are really not a family. If they don't enter the same family, they are all prodigal sons and prodigal daughters. If the Red Devil is
There are spirits in heaven who must wipe out your evil Kunlun sect."
Although Xing Zhiying couldn't help laughing, she felt a little guilty in her heart. Just as she was about to say a few words of consolation, she heard Chang Wanli say seriously: "Now that it's over here, let's go back as soon as possible. Brother, I don't have to waste any more effort. My
Others don’t understand the strength of your palms, don’t you understand?”
Huangfu Yingyang glared at Chang Wanli, gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to leave, you can go. This giant can't enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed. It doesn't matter if the skill is ruined. I must find the Boya Divine Sword!"
Xing Zhiying's heart moved, and she quickly advised: "Uncle Shi, stop looking for me, then..."
The words had just begun, but Chang Wanli had already stopped and said: "Little girl, stop talking, brother, this is a family business, and greed is at the root of the disease. We might as well take a step first, and my incompetent disciple will still be here."
I’m waiting to thank you.”
Xing Zhiying was pleasantly surprised and quickly asked with concern: "Sister Sanjimar is awake? Is she okay?"
Chang Wanli walked outside with Xing Zhiying, and said happily at the same time: "Fortunately, you helped me in time, otherwise my bastard master, who likes to drink endlessly, would be really embarrassed to see people again in the future."
Xing Zhiying said shyly: "Senior, you are so complimentary. In fact, this time it all depends on Uncle Shi..."
As she was talking, she realized that she had walked out of the secret room, and couldn't help but whisper softly: "Senior, you don't know, in fact, the Boya Divine Sword is no longer in the hands of Senior Lu, I'd better tell Uncle Shi."
Chang Wanli shook his head and said: "What you said is in vain. Brother, he is so angry at this moment that he must think you are deliberately deceiving him. Anyway, don't worry, little girl, I, as the elder brother, will not leave him alone.
Since we have nothing to do at the moment, how about you do me a favor and collect the remains of the Red Devil together?"
Xing Zhiying was right in her heart, and asked in a flash: "Senior just bowed three times to the stone box, was it because he felt guilty?"
Chang Wanli said calmly: "Guilt is not inevitable. Although I don't know the inside story, as a senior leader of the sect, Hong Mo's actions are always too unqualified."
"So I have a clear conscience for destroying his skills. The first bow was purely as a courtesy. As for the second bow, I respect him as a martial king, which is really convincing. The third bow is easy. I destroyed his bones before.
, although I had no choice but to do so, I felt guilty and had to worship."
After hearing this, Xing Zhiying suddenly became enlightened, nodded and said, "Thank you, senior, for clarifying my doubts. I have learned a lesson from this junior."
Chang Wanli smiled secretly, with a look of approval on his face. After all, as Huangfu Yingyang said, if you are not a family, you cannot enter the same family.
It snowed heavily all night, and the ancient capital Chang'an was covered in silver, which looked especially crystal-clear and flawless, adding to the winter atmosphere.
Mu Yunmao got up at the beginning of the morning and took advantage of the excitement to practice his fists and kicks. Then he recalled the four skills he had learned last night, and unknowingly improved his cultivation to a higher level.
Looking at the red sun rising in the sky, Mu Yun could not suppress his uneasiness, so he returned to the second floor of the inn and went straight to the door of Yu Bingru's guest room.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, Mu Yun suddenly hesitated again and fell into a trance.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a soft creaking sound, and when the door opened, a thin figure rushed out like lightning.
Mu Yun was caught off guard and without thinking about it, he quickly put his hand on the person's shoulder. Full of depression, he took a closer look and found that it was indeed the little Mao-tou Xiao Lei.
Xiao Lei was really frightened, his young face turned red, and he stammered: "You!...How could it be you? What are you doing here?"
Mu Yun was stunned for a moment and snorted coldly: "What happened to you and Ah Bing last night?"
Xiao Lei reluctantly calmed down and said with a tigerish face: "How do you know this? Who of you are the bastards who secretly plotted against me and threw me into the room of the iron-faced woman? You... I am pure and pure, but you are not.
Such a casual person."
Mu Yun was even more angry when he heard this. Just as he was about to vent his jealousy, he heard footsteps behind Xiao Lei and a familiar figure appeared.
Yu Bingru looked at this and that, frowned and coughed, "Junior brother, please don't be rude. This is all my opinion. Please let Xiao Lei go."
Xiao Lei felt relieved, broke away from Mu Yun's hand, and tried to escape.
Mu Yun grabbed Xiao Lei's wrist veins like lightning, then ignored his murderous gaze and only said to Yu Bingru: "A Bing, are you deliberately making me angry?"
Yu Bingru paused slightly, a smile appeared in his eyes, but he still said in a low voice: "Junior brother is getting more and more speechless. Xiaolei is just a child, why do you have to use the topic to your advantage?"
Mu Yun's expression was tense. He looked Xiao Lei up and down and said, "Even if you are a child, you should avoid suspicion. It is obviously more suitable for him to live with me. Why did you fight with me last night, Ah Bing?"
Xiao Lei was startled, and said in shame and anger: "You! Who wants to live with you?! It's obscene!"
Tears streamed down his face as he spoke, as if he was infinitely aggrieved.