super reader system

Chapter 92 The Cunning Wu Liang

In Wu Liang's view, killing people needs an excuse, no matter how far-fetched the excuse is, it still needs an excuse. If there is no excuse, if he kills others, sooner or later, he will become a murderous maniac!
It's not that he thinks too much, nor is he worrying about the sky. He firmly believes that habits become natural, and many bad habits are formed without paying attention. Once you get used to it, bad habits are hard to get rid of!

He knew that the dozen or so monks in front of him would not let it go. However, Wu Liang not only didn't care, on the contrary, he was looking forward to it, impatient for the other party to strike first, and he counterattacked justifiably.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Du E was overjoyed. He thought that the other party was overwhelmed by him and was thinking about surrendering. He was not in a hurry. He stood unfathomably by the side with a big smile on his face, waiting for the other party to nod in agreement.

Wu Liang's expression changed rapidly. After a moment of contemplation, he resolutely said: "I never imagined that Shaolin, the number one sect of martial arts orthodox, would be so arrogant and domineering. The main reason for this building is that we don't follow. So what are you waiting for?"

"It's useless to talk too much, let me Shaolin Temple do justice for the sky today, and eliminate martial arts scum like you!" Du E shouted angrily.

"Isn't it just that you want to do something to the host? Fellow martial artists, you have also seen that it is the Shaolin Temple that is not relentless to the host. If we don't distinguish between life and death today, no one will be able to swallow this bad breath!" Wu Liang said righteously. .

"The landlord first stole Shaolin 72's unique skills, and the masters came to seek justice later. You are right and wrong, and all martial arts fellows know very well!" A martial artist attached to Shaolin Temple stood in the crowd and said loudly.

"Catch thieves and seize stolen goods, catch rapes and doubles. If there is no evidence, you are slandering the owner and wantonly pouring dirty water on the owner. You have to decide what price you need to pay!"

"My martial arts comrades who have nothing to do with this matter, please leave the hero building first, so as not to hurt innocent people. If you don't do so, you will be at your own risk!" Wu Liang said in a cold tone.

Many people in the Hero Building didn't want to get into trouble, so they went to the street and stood outside to watch. Some people who thought they were advanced or attached to Shaolin still stood there!

"Arrogance, with this old monk here today, you still dare to be so arrogant. The martial arts comrades are not fools. Right and wrong are at your own will. Hugh must continue to be eloquent. This old monk will save you!" punch.

Seeing Du E clenched his fist and punching him, Wu Liang, who had been prepared for a long time, stepped on a hundred flowers and made a wrong step, pretending to be embarrassed to avoid the opponent's fist, and silently recited a reward and punishment, and he squandered the 100 taels of gold without hesitation.

"Successful punishment, get a string of Buddhist beads!"

"Damn it!" With a secret yell, Wu Liang dodged his powerful fist sideways, turned around and punched the opponent's shoulder. At the same time, the gold in the storage space disappeared again by 100 taels.

Caught off guard, Du E staggered abruptly, trying to avoid the opponent's fist, he was horrified to find that his legs were inexplicably cramped, and before he could react, the opponent slammed his fist on him.

With invisible and invisible thoughts, he tapped the opponent's acupuncture points, fixed the opponent in place, and pretended to compete with the opponent's internal strength, Wu Liang silently performed the Beiming Divine Art, quietly plundering the opponent's internal strength!
"Hmph, you dare to compete in internal strength with Master Uncle, do you think you are Zhang Sanfeng?" Kong Zhi secretly thought with disdain.

"Among the martial arts, there are only a handful of people who have deeper internal strength than senior brothers. If you compete with senior brothers for internal strength, aren't you looking for death?" Du Jie secretly said.

Secretly guarding against other monks' sneak attack, Wu Liang was overwhelmed with surprise. A powerful internal force kept pouring into his body, and his cultivation base increased rapidly.

The Shaolin monks standing on the sidelines watching the battle laughed in their hearts that the master of the Hero Tower was overthinking himself.

"The landlord is too impulsive. How old is he? Can he compare to Master Duaner?"

"It's completely like a mantis arm as a car. I guess it won't take a few breaths, and the host will be killed on the spot!" The warriors watching the battle around them pointed one after another, with worried expressions, and some laughed.

Du'e was in a state of suffering, he felt the innate qi in his body rushing into the opponent's body quickly, he was terrified, many acupoints around his body were sealed by invisible force, and he couldn't move, so he had to open his eyes wide and let the opponent's flesh!
"Plundering all of Du'er's cultivation base will allow me to break through to the late stage of the prefecture level. If I loot all these Shaolin monks, my cultivation base can almost be raised to prefecture level perfection!"

Wu Liang's excitement was unspeakable, his expression was frightened and uneasy, and his expression was determined, as if he wanted to part with the other party to live and die.

"Lord, please beg for mercy. Master Shaolin is merciful and will not punish you too much!"

"Yes, yes, as long as the landlord bows his head, Master Shaolin will definitely forgive you!"

"Lord, just admit defeat, I am willing to plead with all the Shaolin masters for you!" One after another, the warriors said.

"Du'er has no internal strength, let's talk about killing him!" Wu Liang's heart moved, and the invisible cone of thought power slipped quietly behind the opponent, and the spinning cone of thought power, like a hidden weapon, blasted behind the opponent Make a blood hole.

"Ah!" Wu Liang screamed, as if his body was blown away, he struggled to stand up, frowned, rubbed his chest, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth that he had made with his thoughts.

Du E fell a dog eating shit, and lay motionless on the ground, with blood spurting wildly on his back.

"Brother!" Du Jie and Du Nan exclaimed.

"Uncle Master!" Kongwen, Kongzhi, Kongjian, and Kongxing shouted.

"Uncle Grand Master!" The monks of the round generation howled in pain.

"Which fellow in the martial arts world helped me, the host is very grateful!" Wu Liang cupped his hands outside the hall, thanking him with lingering fear.

"Where is the sneak attack, come out and see if you have the guts!" Du Jie shouted loudly.

"You Shaolin are rampant and domineering. Look, there are fellow martial artists who are not used to it!" Wu Liang ran on, and his thoughts were invisible, and he turned another corner and attacked Du E from behind. Therefore, no one noticed. Or believe it, it was his black hands!

"Mice, there is a hidden weapon to hurt people, but you dare not come out and admit it!" Du Nan cursed in a sad and angry voice.

"Take my palm!" Seeing that no one stood up, Du Jie's thoughts turned and he slapped it out.

"Who is afraid of whom!" Wu Liang stretched out his palm to meet him. Before he could take over the palm, he sealed the opponent's meridians and acupoints with his mind, and struck each other. There should have been a loud bang. Sometimes it was weak and silent.

Du Nan, Kong Zhi, Kong Wen and the others all stared at the outside of the hall, guarding against another sneak attack.

The innate zhenqi kept pouring into his own body from Dujie's body. Wu Liang was fascinated by an indescribable sense of pleasure. His cultivation base continued to improve, but everyone didn't notice it. The joy in his heart was unspeakable!

"Sucked up another one!" said secretly, using a shadowless and invisible cone of thought power to blast a finger-sized blood hole on the back of Du Jie's head, pretending to be blown away again.

Du Jie, who was dead, fell down slowly. Shaolin monks were terrified and looked around nervously, intending to find the trace of the attacker.

"Thank you senior for your help, this junior is very grateful!" Wu Liang clasped his fists in both hands and bowed to salute outside the hall.

(End of this chapter)