Zen Strange Records

Chapter 81 Accidents occur frequently
"Old man, you're not dead yet!" Seeing Mu Tianling, Qi Mingyou said harshly. Although his arms are useless at the moment, he doesn't see too much worry. On the contrary, he still has a desire to vent everything out. happy.

Mu Tianling remained silent for a while, and forcefully pulled out the steel arrows that pierced into his body one by one, and then took a stance: "Unexpectedly, you finally found the order to mend the sky, but it's okay, right here, Settle the grievances between you and me at once, lest you cause a bigger disaster."

"Hmph, it's up to you?" Qi Mingyou grinned, showing a ferocious smile, and before he finished speaking, Mu Tianling from the opposite side had already attacked.

Although Mu Tianling was severely injured by the steel arrow, his foundation was still there, far from being comparable to ordinary masters. In addition, he used the antidote to successfully suppress the toxins in his body. For Qi Mingyou who couldn't use his hands, he had a great advantage.

The reason why the main stand was built so high was to keep Qi Mingyou out of the scope of the Order to Repair the Sky, but unexpectedly it became the best way to defeat him now.

However, Qi Mingyou didn't panic, and with his arms drooping, he watched Mu Tianling get closer and closer leisurely.

In order to be able to fight quickly, Mu Tianling used his famous technique, Qingtian Yin, although it is called Yin, but it is actually a set of palm techniques. , Every time he makes a move, it seems to fall from the sky, with an indomitable momentum.

The same was true at this time. Mu Tianling rushed forward a few meters, and suddenly he rose into the air and slapped Qi Mingyou on the forehead.

This move is the first form of Qing Tian Yin, Tiangairuxiang. Although the move is easy to prevent, but with the powerful internal force, it can achieve a destructive momentum that can break through all spells. Mu Tianling is confident, At this moment, Qi Mingyou can't stop his palm.

Qi Mingyou looked at Mu Tianling coldly, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up, and he smiled. Seeing the smile, Mu Tianling's heart sank, and before he could think about it, he saw a figure jumping out from the side, and a palm came up.

When the two palms intersected, Mu Tianling only felt that the opponent's palm was small and cold, but the inner strength was so great that it surpassed his own!

"How is it possible?" Mu Tianling looked at the petite figure standing in front of him in disbelief, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spit out. Under the influence of his internal force, Mu Tianling retreated several steps until he reached The edge of the stands, almost fell down.

"Hmph, old man, times have changed!" Seeing Mu Tianling deflated, Qi Mingyou laughed happily, without looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, he said calmly: "I'll leave it to you, kill this old man. With that said, he turned around and was about to leave the stands.

Ye Xiaosan, who was far away from here, naturally witnessed everything in front of him, and recognized the sudden appearance. It was the Xiaohuan he met last night, but he didn't expect that the other person was actually from Anyang Villa.

Seeing that one was walking into the arena with a sharp knife in hand, time was getting tighter, Ye Xiaosan knew that he couldn't just sit and watch the old man be defeated by Xiaohuan, so he lowered his body, slipped quietly to the edge of the martial arts arena, and whispered: "Hey!" ,How are you doing?"

Sima Yao was secretly accumulating internal strength when he suddenly heard someone calling. He looked down in surprise and saw that it was the glib little monk: "Why is it you, Zhen'er?"

"Hey, when is this, those are not important." Ye Xiaosan really wanted to go up and teach this arrogant guy a lesson, but the ghost knows whether the weakened opponent is still stronger than himself at this time, in order not to attract people around The guard quickly said in a smaller voice: "Can you still walk now? The high platform should not be affected by the formation. We must help the old man, or everyone will die."

Although I was a little surprised that Ye Xiaosan was able to move freely, the situation is urgent now, and Sima Yao has no intention of investigating it carefully. Looking at Mu Tianling who was struggling to support after the little girl appeared, Sima Yao shook his head with an ugly expression: " There is no way, I have spent a lot of internal energy to keep myself from getting dizzy now, this place is the core of the formation, and the influence is too great."

"I'll carry you!" Now is not the time to worry too much, Ye Xiaosan made a decisive decision and jumped onto the martial arts arena. As soon as he got up, he immediately felt an amazing pressure trying to push himself to the ground. The effect here is really terrible !
Fortunately, the entire martial arts arena was full of mourning, people were mixed, and there were fierce fights on the high platform. The small movements of the two did not attract the attention of the guards.

Ye Xiaosan hurriedly put Sima Yao on his back, looked left and right, and found nothing unusual, so he trotted all the way to the high platform. As long as he escaped from the range of the Heaven Mending Order, the recovered Sima Yao cooperated with the old man. Should be able to easily suppress the ringlet.

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"Hehe, it should be very lively over there now, right?" Looking far away in the direction of the martial arts field in the distance, Ma Dongdong raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly. As the saying goes, the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, which Qi Mingyou would never have dreamed of , someone copied his hometown at this very moment.

"Humph hum" in a happy mood, the girl bounced forward, humming a weird little tune over and over again, although she didn't know what Qi Mingyou was planning, but she had found several strong supporters, which should be enough He entrusted it to the martial arts arena: "It should be here."

After walking for a while, the girl took out a leather map drawn from cowhide from her pocket, compared it with the spacious building in front of her, and then nodded with certainty.

"If Ma Yanxi's information is correct, some of the fragments of the Hundred Man Classics should be stored here." The girl said her father's name without a trace of respect or sadness on her face, just like that An understatement.

Putting away the scroll, the girl swaggered open the wooden door in front of her. Unexpectedly, there was still someone in the room!

"Who are you?" The girl looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the room in surprise, took two steps back warily, held the scimitar in her hand across her chest, and shouted in a deep voice.

This is an ancient house with simple decoration. The interior is full of bamboo furniture. There is no window on the four walls. A fresh fragrance lingers in the room. With the opening of the door, it overflows the door, making people feel dizzy. Falling asleep, and it was in such a dim room that an old monk wearing a monk's robe seemed to be asleep, sitting still on the futon, motionless, like a statue.

After asking a sentence, seeing no response from the other party, Ma Dongdong frowned in displeasure, and took two steps forward cautiously, intending to take a closer look at the other party's state. At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. Immediately afterwards, a stern voice came into the girl's ears: "What a thief, how dare you act wild in Anyang Villa!"

(End of this chapter)