Martial Arts: Invite the Moon to send me undercover Jin Yiwei

Shen Feiyun talked about the rules, and everyone didn't have any objections.

Seeing this, she asked someone to bring out a box.

Then he glanced at Murong Zi who was writing furiously:

"Miss Murong Zi, why don't you write the names of these ten masters, and then let you draw lots?"

"I?"

Below the arena, Murong Zi pointed at herself, somewhat surprised.

She just came here to record the grand occasion, but she never thought of getting involved in it.

Such a thing, let her write it?

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Shen Feiyun nodded with a smile and said:

"Young girl is a writer for Jianghu Monthly, so she is naturally fair, and all my friends in Jianghu will also admire her."

The Jianghu people who were still a little confused at first looked over when they heard this.

It turned out to be a writer for Jianghu Monthly. No wonder Shen Feiyun was able to sell such face at such a young age.

"In this case, then respect is worse than obedience."

Murong Zi was not a timid person either, she nodded, then got up and strode forward, picked up the pen and paper prepared by Shen Feiyun, and wrote ten names in large strokes.

Folded all ten names, put them in the box, then shook them vigorously, and started to draw lots under Shen Feiyun's signal.

"The first match, Jin Yiwei Lin Wuyou!"

Murong Zi picked up the first piece of paper, on which the words 'Lin Wuyou' were written.

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She was afraid that others would not be able to see clearly, so she deliberately turned it left and right.

Lin Wuyou was stunned, didn't he think that he was the first?

However, there is no difference between the first one and the last one, the competition started at the same time.

Murong Zi put down the paper and continued to draw.

"Shaolin Kefang!"

Murong Zi announced the name on the second piece of paper, but his expression changed slightly while he was recuperating.

"I actually met this guy! The opponent's sword technique is very fast, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it!"

But Fang felt a little tricky, his fists and palms faced Lin Wuyou, it might be a tough fight.

Lin Wuyou was a little happy when he heard that he actually met someone from Shaolin.

Just trying to find a way to embarrass the few people in Shaolin, Tianbao's strength can also be improved faster.

As for the few people behind, Shi Feixuan faced Linghu Chong, Song Qingshu faced Xue Ying, Lian Chengbi faced Lingjiu, and Hua Wuque faced Zhang Yingfeng.

After only a dozen or so breaths, everyone's opponents have already made arrangements.

Shen Feiyun stood up, looked at the crowd and asked:

"How many of you need to adjust your breath? If so, you can take a rest for a stick of incense."

She also did this for fairness considerations.

What if someone exhausts too much internal energy and cannot recover?

There is an incense stick time, and it can make the other party take a few breaths.

"no need!"

Zhang Yingfeng said something coldly.

After hearing this, the others naturally didn't want to lose face, so they all refused.talent.

Chapter 137 "Furious Shaolin Disciple" How dare you humiliate me like this! !

Seeing that no one wanted to rest, Lin Wuyou thought for a while, took the initiative to fly to Kefang's arena, stood with a knife in his hand, looked at his opponent and said:

"Then I will come to learn Shaolin's brilliant moves."

It was a little surprising that Lin Wuyou was so active.

Ke Fang frowned even more.

"Come on, don't waste your time!"

Following Lin Wuyou's move, Xue Ying took a look at Lin Wuyou, then flew to the ring where Song Qingshu was, looked at his opponent and shouted.

Seeing this, the others also looked at their opponents and took action.

"I'll say it one last time. Swords have no eyes. You are all young heroes. If you don't want to support them, please think carefully."

As everyone arrived at their opponent's stage, Shen Feiyun reminded again that he was also worried that these people's accidents would cause dissatisfaction with their elders.

At that time, even the "[-]" and the Jiangnan Martial Arts League will have opinions on them, which will be very bad.

Especially Lin Wuyou and Zhang Yingfeng.

The former was ruthless and even killed a person.

The other one, who fought with him, basically had their hands broken and injured.

"Lord Shen, don't worry, I'll find out naturally!"

Song Qingshu bowed with his sword in his arms, and looked at Xue Ying without any fluctuation in his eyes.

This guy's martial arts are quite strong, but with his own pure yang skill, combined with the soft sword around the fingers, and the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, this person is not his opponent.

"Please, Benefactor Lin!"

As for Shaolin Kefang, looking at Lin Wuyou in front of him at this moment, he saluted, and also had an eyebrow-level stick in his hand.

"Please!"

Lin Wuyou drew his dagger out of its sheath, and just finished speaking, he took a step forward, and rushed forward, a few afterimages could be seen faintly in the air.

But Fang's eyes were all introverted, and he couldn't see Lin Wuyou's trace clearly. In his hand, he raised his eyebrows and made a move of 'Western Heaven Welcomes the Buddha', using defense as offense.

But Lin Wuyou wanted to embarrass the other party, so he used his immortal steps regardless of the consumption of internal energy.

Unexpectedly, five near-real phantoms appeared out of thin air, each holding a short knife, killing towards Kefang.

But Fang's long stick was connected, and one stick seemed to become five, hitting the five figures directly in front of him.

But what is surprising is that the long stick pierced through the air, and before they were in the body, the five figures suddenly changed into one, and the speed increased again.

The next moment, Lin Wuyou had already arrived in front of him, the dagger in his hand slashed down like a storm, and the crimson scorching saber energy was like flames, rushing towards his whole body.

But Fang never expected that Lin Wuyou's lightness kung fu could be so fast.

Previously, he planned to use the long stick to beat the short, but now that he was snatched in front of him, the long stick became a burden.

However, he has a lot of experience in hand-to-hand combat, he stepped back again and again, the long stick in his hand returned to the defense, urged by his internal force, the tip of the stick connected, smashing the incoming saber energy.

Lin Wuyou saw that he was unable to win a move, so he didn't pay attention, he used his strength to charge forward again.

Ke Fang saw the opportunity, stopped the long stick suddenly, and then struck forward with one stick.

If it was true, Lin Wuyou would definitely be seriously injured.

Seeing this stick attacking, Lin Wuyou suddenly withdrew the knife, and then cut it out instantly.

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But Fang only saw a few knife shadows, and then the eyebrow-level stick in his hand broke apart inch by inch.

And the opponent has already slashed again.

"Damn!"

But Fang cursed in his heart, seeing the other party coming with a knife, he fell back and threw a heavy weight, which was almost level with the ground, trying to avoid the knife.

But in the next moment, he felt a chill in his chest, and he yelled that he was not good, he was afraid he had been stabbed.

Just as he was about to look, he felt a gust of wind blowing over his left shoulder.

Ke Fang hurriedly rolled to the side, barely got up, his back felt cold again.

Under the stage, Yuanye looked at his disciples with a little nervousness in his eyes.

But he was a little puzzled.

It seems that his disciples were not injured?

On the stage, a figure carrying a crimson saber light kept moving around Ke Fang, but Ke Fang struggled to dodge.

After about three breaths, the figure and the sword light began to retreat.

"Whoo~"

Lin Wuyou's breath was a little confused, standing half a foot in front of Ke Fang, put the knife into its sheath, and let out a foul breath.

But when Ke Fang saw the figure around him and the light of the knife dissipate, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes swept over his body, wanting to see where he was injured.

But at a glance, he found that he was wearing a tattered monk's robe hanging on his body. It could not even be called a monk's robe, but a cloth strip.

"puff!"

Offstage, Fei Bin, who was drinking water, saw this scene, and suddenly spewed out a sip of tea...

As for the other martial artists, after a strange silence for a moment, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Haha, today's trip is not in vain!"

"The Jinyiwei people are too much, to insult Shaolin disciples like this, I'm afraid they will not be able to do well in the future."

"Not to mention anything else, just relying on this courage, I admire this Jin Yiwei!"

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There was noise and laughter. On the ring, Ke Fang came back to his senses and looked at the tattered cloth strips hanging all over his body, but after seeing that no one was injured, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"You insult me ​​like that!"

With an angry shout, Ke Fang seemed to lose his mind, and rushed straight towards Lin Wuyou.

He was really angry.

After practicing martial arts for many years, how have you ever suffered such humiliation?

It's okay to be ashamed in front of the public a few days ago.

Although he was no match for his opponent in the arena today, how could he endure the opponent's actions that only hurt his clothes but not his body?

Seeing that Ke was coming towards him, Lin Wuyou's eyes flashed a coldness, he held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and then pulled out the knife suddenly.

A crimson saber slashed out horizontally.

This knife can't be stopped.

"Amitabha!"

But at the same time as Lin Wuyou drew his saber, the Buddha's voice sounded like thunder, shaking everyone's ears.

The next moment, a yellow figure 3.0 flew from the audience to the ring, grabbing Ke Fang's shoulder with one hand.

But Fang was pulled back a few steps, and then a big handprint passed by him, facing the scarlet saber aura.

boom

The saber energy dissipated in an instant, and the remaining power of the palm remained undiminished, and continued to press down.

The dagger was sheathed again, and Lin Wuyou's eyes became focused.

Motivated by internal force, the sword drawing technique was performed again.

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