cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 12
The fierce fight with Chen Yu made Huo Dou feel suspicious, he didn't expect that he accidentally kicked an iron board.

He shot backwards like an arrow from the string, and left the shop, wanting to use his lightness kung fu to leave.

"laugh!"

However, just as he was walking to the front yard, there was a shrill piercing sound behind him, and before he could turn around, a flash of cold light followed by hot blood spattering.

"Ugh!"

Huo Dou roared in pain, his entire right arm was pierced by the long sword thrown by Chen Yu, and a large amount of blood flowed out, making his face extremely pale.

He covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand, secretly gritted his teeth and wanted to continue to escape, but Chen Yu took a step faster, his right foot swept across like a long whip, kicked him in the lower abdomen, causing him to fly obliquely and hit the stone wall superior.

"Oh!"

Huo Dou fell to the ground in embarrassment, and wanted to glare at Chen Yu, but the latter grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"Is the prince of Mongolia only so good? Where did the arrogance just now go?"

Holding Huo Dou in his hand like a chicken, the corners of Chen Yu's mouth turned up, showing a mocking look.

Inside the shop, the three martial artists and the shopkeeper all stared wide-eyed, watching what happened in the front yard in disbelief.

Lost, the arrogant and domineering Mongolian prince was actually defeated.

The shopkeeper's eyes were full of horror, he would never have imagined that the young man in the dull Taoist robe had such a high level of martial arts!
"Who is he? He broke that person's fan technique with a sword..." the young man with a stick in his hand murmured, his eyes widened.

"You are young, but your martial arts cultivation is far above us. Could it be that you are already a top master?"

"Such a young Taoist priest uses swordsmanship. Could it be related to the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain? But I haven't heard any related rumors..."

The seriously injured machete youth and the bald man looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

They have all fought against Huo Dou before, and they know that the latter's martial arts are not bad, and how difficult it is to defeat him.

But the young man in Taoist robes in front of him did it. With a long sword, he broke the opponent's slap and pierced the opponent's right arm!
"Crack", "crack", "crack"...

Grabbing Huo Dou's neck, Chen Yu raised his right hand and slapped him fiercely on the face, making him dizzy, his entire face turned purple and swollen, and blood flowed faintly from his ears.

"Treat him in the same way as others, I wonder if you, as the prince of Mongolia, have you heard this sentence?" Chen Yu sneered.

Originally, Huo Dou used to speak harsh words to Chen Yu, trying to intimidate him as a prince, but soon he gave in.

This is a fierce man, not afraid of his identity and background at all.

In the front yard, there were constantly clear and crisp slaps, accompanied by Huo Dou's begging for mercy like killing a pig.

Inside the shop, the three martial arts practitioners each swallowed a mouthful of saliva. What kind of disciples were they, and the attack was too fierce.

The three of them were astonished, but at the same time felt extremely relieved.

Do they really think that they are people from the Central Plains Wulin who are easy to bully?

Chen Yu slapped Huo Dou several times in a row, the corner of the other's mouth was bleeding, but his eyes were fixed on him and said: "You are dead, my master Jinlun Fawang is in the city, waiting to die on the street!"

"Do you still have to be stubborn now? Before your master comes, I will abolish you first!"

After all, Chen Yu raised his right hand and rushed towards Huo Dou's large acupoints, aiming to destroy his meridians and his cultivation base with vicious force!
"Oh no!!"

Amidst Huo Dou's ear-piercing screams, Chen Yu hit several of his acupoints in succession, violently knocking away all his cultivation, completely turning him into a cripple.

The severe pain made Huo Dou completely faint, and he collapsed on the ground like a dead fish.

"Hmph." Chen Yu didn't kill him. Sometimes it's more desperate and uncomfortable to abolish a person's cultivation than to kill him.

He touched some silver items from Huo Dou's body, and immediately walked into the blacksmith's shop, and said to the shopkeeper and the three of them: "You guys leave here quickly, maybe a real master will find here soon."

The four of them looked at Huo Dou, who looked like mud in the corner of the yard, and cupped their hands at Chen Yu respectfully, before hurriedly supporting each other to leave.

The shopkeeper quickly packed up his belongings and fled. After a while, he returned and answered Chen Yu's previous questions.

According to what he said, the woman in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe took away five broken swords from him.

These five crippled swords are all more than ten years old, and their bodies are severely worn out. Most of them are corroded by rust, and almost all of them are rotten.

The shopkeeper said that it was the first time he had encountered such a strange customer in all these years of business. He didn't want a good sword, but he wanted that broken sword.

After everyone left, Chen Yu also left here.

But he didn't go far, but chose a hidden place to hide, wanting to see if Jinlun Fawang really came to Xiangyang City.

About half an hour later, there was a roar in the blacksmith shop, like a lion's roar and a tsunami, extremely terrifying.

Chen Yu's eyes were shocked, and he chose to retreat quietly at the first moment.

The Mongolian national teacher, Jinlun Fawang has indeed come to Xiangyang City, he is wearing a yellow robe, very tall and thin.

The body shape is like a bamboo pole, and the forehead is slightly sunken, like a plate.

After Chen Yu watched and observed from a distance, his cultivation base was so advanced that he had at least reached the fourth level of the Transcendence Realm, and might even break through to the fifth level!

Looking at the entire Xiangyang City, I am afraid that only Guo Jing can fight against it.

After the blacksmith shop retreated, Chen Yu did not return to the inn where he stayed, but went straight to the house where Li Mochou lived.

Chen Yu once thought that there was a hidden weapon hidden in the long box behind her, and she was about to murder someone, but he didn't expect it to be five rotten broken swords.

The other party has a meticulous mind and a vicious personality, so he must have a plan.

Standing in a corner not far from the house, Chen Yu planned to take a good look.

The area Li Mochou chose is very quiet, it is the most secluded place in Xiangyang City, although there are many houses, there are few people active.

Chen Yu was always hiding in the dark, the whole house was extremely silent, and nothing happened, which made him very surprised.

Could it be that the other party had already noticed his presence and left here early?
Chen Yu lowered his head in thought and decided to wait a little longer.

In the evening, there was still no movement in the courtyard in front of him. Chen Yu sighed secretly, but when he was about to leave, there was a creaking sound from far away.

I saw Li Mochou in apricot-yellow Taoist robe walking out from the gate of the house, still carrying the five broken swords on her back, and walking towards the outside of the city with a whisk in her hand.

Seeing Li Mochou's figure disappearing at the end of the alleyway, Chen Yu waited for a stick of incense on the spot, and when there was no more movement, he went up to the eaves and touched the abandoned house.

After a simple search, Chen Yu came out of the house with some regrets. Except for some women's underwear, he found nothing else.

He looked around the entire courtyard, there were fallen leaves all over the ground, and many rooms were covered with dust, except for a firewood house in the corner, which was quite clean.

With a light sigh, Chen Yu pushed the chaimen open, and couldn't help being shocked when he saw the scene inside.

In this narrow firewood house, a lame old man was bound hands and feet, he was out of breath, and his body was lying on the ground cold, it is unknown how long he had been dead.

"Could it be that this person is the old man who sent the news? He was tied up here and died here!"

Chen Yu was shocked. This is where Li Mochou stayed. Did she kill this lame old man?

Has the other party already learned the exact location where the Sword Demon lives in seclusion?

However, there was one thing that Chen Yu couldn't understand. What was the other party looking for with those five broken swords?
Looking at the lame old man who had lost his breath, Chen Yu sighed and closed the chaimen again.

He wanted to collect the poor old man's body, but not now, he couldn't let Li Mochou realize that someone had been here before.

Convinced that Li Mochou probably knew the exact location of the sword demon's seclusion, Chen Yu waited outside the courtyard again, no matter whether the other party got the Dugu Nine Swords or not, he would probably come back.

Sure enough, an hour later, Li Mochou came back empty-handed. Her expression was calm, showing no emotion, but the five broken swords were gone...

Not long after, someone suddenly claimed that the sword demon lived in seclusion in the bamboo forest in the west of the city. Many people found the place where Senior Dugu practiced his sword there, and five broken swords were found under the bamboo leaves and soil!
As soon as this news came out, the whole city shook!

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