People in Wuzong, the beginning of the game is full of Jiuyang magic skills

The expressions of the disciples of the six sects suddenly changed, and they rushed towards their respective leaders.

The masters of the six sects only felt that their viscera had been severely thwarted. They resisted the turbulence of Qi and blood in their bodies, moved their bodies with difficulty, sat cross-legged, and then used their internal strength to heal their internal injuries.

Zhou Zhiruo quickly ran in front of Miejue Shitai, seeing that Master's face was pale, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries, she was heartbroken, she drew out the long sword in her hand, and tightly protected Master.

The disciples of all sects stood in front of the master, looking at Lin Simu in horror.

"What a powerful universe shift!"

Wei Yixiao saw Lin Simu's skill of accumulating strength and energy, his eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help praising.

Yang Xiao saw that this young man was so brave, and that the Great Teleportation of the Universe was at its peak, so he couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said, "I've only reached the second level after practicing for more than ten years. This young man has probably reached the legendary seventh level. What I'm curious about is, where did he learn our apologetics?"

"Why is this so difficult? Ask him later and he will understand?" Wei Yixiao said with a light smile, "And I can see that this young man treats your daughter very differently, and he may become your son-in-law in the future."

"Uncle Wei, don't make fun of him." Yang Buhui blushed and said reproachfully.

But she felt a burst of joy in her heart, it would be nice if she could have such a brave and invincible husband.

When Yang Xiao heard the words, he just smiled lightly and didn't speak.

Lin Simu saw that the heads of all factions had already fallen, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he really wanted to kill them, but today is really not a good time to massacre them.

It is not difficult to kill them, but the difficult thing is that after killing them, they will definitely turn against Zhou Zhiruo, which is the last thing he wants to see, and in order to continue to kill them, although it is a momentary pleasure, the gain is not worth the loss. It's better to let them accept his love, or for better development in the future.

The follow-up stage with these people must be even more exciting.

But today they teamed up to kill him, but he remembered that in the future he would definitely go to the various sects and teach them to pay a painful price for today's wrong actions.

Lin Simu looked at the masters of various factions, made a series, and said in a low voice: "Everyone, I just advise you to turn wars into jades. Now that the Yuan Kingdom is corrupt, why can't we work together to punish the violent Yuan?"

He put on a magnanimous look, which can be called a modest gentleman.

"Who is brazenly saying that he wants to kill me, Da Yuan?"

At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly entered everyone's ears from the door.

Everyone searched for the sound, but they saw a young man with an unusually handsome appearance, black and white eyes, and a small mouth slightly hooked, with a confident smile on his face.

In her hand was a folding fan with white jade as the handle, and the hand holding the fan handle was so white that it was indistinguishable from the fan handle.

"Zhao Min?"

Seeing this beautiful young master, Lin Simu's eyes flashed with shock.

This person was Minmin Temuer who was disguised as a man.

Didn't she not appear in Guangmingding in the original book?

Why is it showing up again now?

Looking behind her, there are two elders Xuanming, Master Ku Toutuo, Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, Gang Xiang, and Shen Jian Hachio standing respectively. Besides, there is also a very tall and thin elder monk.

Lin Simu's pupils shrank sharply, because this person is the villain in The Legend of Condor Heroes, King Jinlun Fawang.

How did he come to Yuan Kingdom?

Immediately, he smiled slightly, well done, it will be more interesting this way, and he can just use this guy to test his strength.

Chapter 60 The Golden Wheel Dharma King

"Who are you? How dare you break into the Ming Cult?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Lin Simu's mouth, and he asked knowingly.

"It's you who said you want to kill my Yuan court?"

Zhao Min swung open his folding fan, turned his pure white jade wrist slightly, flapped it a few times, and stared at Lin Simu playfully.

I saw this kid with a harmless face, delicate features, tall figure, jade belt around his waist, extraordinary appearance, wearing a snow-white expensive silk shirt, he couldn't hide his grace and luxury, and ordinary people looked at him Then you will feel ashamed and dare not look at you.

"That's right, expelling the Tartars has always been a lifelong dream of our Han people, and it is my duty to do so." Lin Simu said with a light smile, not paying attention to the many experts around her.

"What an arrogant boy." Zhao Min squinted at Lin Simu coldly.

Then, she swept her gaze, and saw that many masters from the six sects and Mingjiao were seriously injured, and they couldn't move at the moment.

She couldn't help but rejoice in her heart, it seems that today is a great opportunity to destroy the Central Plains martial arts and the high-level Mingjiao.

As long as these people are eliminated, who else would dare to rebel against the Yuan court?

Many masters saw Zhao Min as a girl disguised as a man at a glance, Yin Tianzheng called out loudly: "Miss, what is your name? Who is the Great Yuan court?"

Zhao Min saw that he told her that she was a woman, so she didn't refute. She smiled slightly, cupped her hands and said, "I'm just an unknown pawn in the Yuan court. What's the point of a mere name?"

After a pause, she glanced over the faces of the masters of the six sects one by one, and said loudly: "Everyone, I have a good word of advice, please listen to it."

The head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong, said in a deep voice, "I would like to hear your high opinion."

He received Lin Simu's palm before, and after adjusting his breath for a period of time, apart from being unable to move, he could already speak.

Zhao Min smiled slightly, glanced at the masters of the six sects, and said loudly: "Is it the king's land under the whole world, is it the king's subjects on the shore of the land, my Mongolian emperor is majestic all over the world, wise and powerful, if you can submit to my Dayuan In the future, the imperial court will definitely be able to be crowned king and knight, and enjoy the glory and wealth for a lifetime, wouldn't it be wonderful for Bill and others to be a country man?"

Today, if she can successfully recruit the six major sects, and then massacre the high-ranking members of Mingjiao, the Great Yuan Kingdom will be able to rest easy, and she is also a great achievement.

"Surrender to the Tartars?"

The masters of the six sects looked at each other, unable to suppress the anger in their hearts. The Yuan Dynasty oppressed the people, treacherous ministers were in power, and did a lot of evil. Many of them died at the hands of the court. How could they surrender to the court today?

In the face of national justice, they can still distinguish clearly.

Master Kongzhi was the first to say: "Amitabha, girl, don't think about it, even if we die, we will not surrender to the Tartars."

Song Yuanqiao said in a deep voice, "That's right, you'd better give up on this idea."

Miejue Shitai gritted his teeth, and said in a hateful voice: "Even if we die, we will not submit to the imperial court's despotic power."

"Yes."

The rest of the masters all echoed.

Only the head of the Huashan faction, Xian Yutong, remained silent, secretly cursing these guys as idiots, as long as they can survive, what's wrong with surrendering to the court?

You can also be a military officer safely.

Seeing that these guys were so ungrateful, Jinlun Fawang snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He stepped forward and walked to Zhao Min's side, and said coldly: "Princess, these people from the Central Plains are not good at martial arts, so why bother trying to persuade them? It's better to kill them all to avoid future troubles."

His voice was not loud, and only Lin Simu's sensitive ears could barely hear him. After hearing this guy's opinion, the corner of his mouth twitched, and this Jinlun Fawang was indeed a cruel and merciless person.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Zhao Min frowned, glanced at Jinlun Dharma King with displeasure, and said in a low voice, "Dharma King, His Majesty ordered you to assist me. You must follow my orders in all matters, do you understand?"

Seeing what she said, Jinlun Fawang immediately backed away, but a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with her.

Zhao Min glanced at the masters of the six sects who were recovering from their wounds again, waved a folding fan, and said lightly: "Everyone, what's wrong with joining the imperial court? As the saying goes, those who know current affairs are outstanding. I assure you, as long as you join the imperial court, you will You can get the most lucrative reward, to be the general of our Great Yuan Empire, even if you become a famous person through the ages, it is not impossible..."

"Celebrities through the ages? I'm afraid they will be infamous for thousands of years like Qin Hui?"

"You should give up on this idea. We dignified and righteous people in the martial arts will never be court eagle dogs."

"Yes, even if we die, we will not work for the court."

The masters of the six sects shouted loudly.

All of them swear to die, they regard death as home, and they are unwilling to surrender to the Yuan Kingdom even if they are killed. They really deserve to be the masters of the world.

Xianyu Tong feels slightly bitter, what are these bastards talking about?

If this group of Mongols are angered, I'm afraid they will all be in trouble.

"OK?"

A cold light flashed in Zhao Min's eyes: "Since you so-called decent families sacrifice your lives for righteousness, I will help you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she winked at Jinlun Fawang.

Jinlun Fawang understood immediately, and couldn't hold back any longer. With a shua, he rushed towards the masters of the six sects who were healing their wounds.

He clenched his fists tightly and moved his fists and feet slightly, but in a moment he knocked down the disciples of the Huashan and Kunlun sects guarding the master.

"boom!"

There were a few punches to the flesh.

Jinlun Fawang slapped out several more palms one after another, so powerful that he instantly killed He Taichong and his wife from the Kunlun School, and four tall and short old men from the Huashan School.

The masters of the six sects immediately felt sorry for the death of the masters of Huashan School and Kunlun School.

At the same time, a look of astonishment appeared on their faces. Who is this Mongolian Dharma King?

The shot was so fierce and extremely ruthless, in terms of this movement, he was also a peerless powerhouse.

Then, Jinlun Fawang turned his eyes to the Emei Sect, took a step forward, rushed forward, killed the two of them with one punch and one palm, and then slapped Zhou Zhiruo who was standing in front of him with one palm.

He has never been sympathetic.

You won't be soft-hearted just because the other party is a stunning beauty.

Zhou Zhiruo saw that the Dharma King had a charming figure, but before he could react, his palm was already about to reach her Tianling Cap.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, waiting for death to come.

at this time.

Suddenly there was a "chi" sound.

A fiery white air flow cut through the air and shot towards it.

Hit directly between Jinlun Fawang's palms.

Jinlun Fawang turned pale with shock, seeing the gentle yet terrifying aura of this air current, he hastily withdrew his palm, even if he killed this disciple, he would still be injured.

Therefore, he chose to stop.

The white air flow swept across his hand, and he could even feel the fiery power.

"boom!"

The air flow directly hit a thigh-thick stone pillar at the back, and there was a sudden roar, and the stone pillar broke like that.

If this kind of finger force is shot on the human body, the ending is self-evident!

When Zhou Zhiruo heard the violent sound, she suddenly opened her eyes, and what caught her eyes was a tall figure from behind, which was Lin Simu.

His appearance always made her feel at ease, as long as he was there, she seemed to never be hurt in any way.

He suddenly turned around and smiled slightly: "Junior Sister Zhou, don't be afraid, I'm here."

After speaking, he stared sharply at Jinlun Fawang.

It's unforgivable that this guy dared to kill the woman he appointed.

A bright smile appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face. As expected, he hadn't forgotten Brother Wuji's words, and he would really protect her.

Jinlun Fawang stared at Lin Simu in amazement. When he saw that it was such a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who performed the unique skill of "Yiyang Finger", the astonishment on his face could not be added.

His profound inner strength is absolutely no less than that of Wujue, South Murong and North Qiaofeng of the Great Song Dynasty and other peerless masters.

What surprised him the most was that this boy looked so young, he was about the same age as their princess.

Chapter 61 Who is the better of the two

Everyone present was shocked to see that Lin Simu's fingering had such terrifying power. If they were hit by this male finger, they would probably be dead.

The masters of the six sects couldn't help but look at each other, and gasped at the same time. Could it be that this kid didn't kill them when he fought them?

Zhao Min was also shocked by such a long-range attack. Her world view was still in close combat with knives, guns or fists, but this kid is good enough to kill people directly from a distance of several feet?

Before the others had time to get close, they were already beaten to death.

She couldn't help but cast a glance at the elder Xuanming beside her, and said, "Mr. Lu, do you know what kind of kung fu he is using?"

Lu Zhangke glanced at Lin Simu, frowned, with a serious look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Return to the princess, this is one yang finger kung fu, which is a family tradition of the Duan family in Dali."

"Dali One Yang Finger?"

Zhao Min opened his beautiful eyes suspiciously, they were extremely bright, and said strangely: "Could it be that this kid is a member of the Dali royal family? Look at his dress and temperament, which are quite suitable."

Lu Zhangke shook his head: "That's unknown, but I'm afraid this kid's martial arts is not inferior to our two senior brothers."

Crane Biweng nodded, and echoed, "Senior brother is right, I'm afraid the Fawang has met his opponent this time."