The strategy of chasing masters

"She's right, the person next to me is indeed your master!" the groom said, and stretched out his hand to run along the bride's back.

This action completely enraged Mu Yaoling, and he aimed a critical blow at the groom. The groom grabbed the people around him and quickly evacuated. A ball of purple light hit the golden seat heavily, and the two gold chairs were instantly shattered into powder.

The groom's eyes widened with anger: "For the sake of your being my beloved wife and apprentice, I didn't intend to make things difficult for you. Now that you destroy my wedding, you will definitely be torn to pieces!"

As soon as this remark came out, the bride who was covering her head suddenly shook her body violently, but said nothing, like a puppet that cannot be controlled by her own consciousness.

At this time, Mu Yaoling turned his attention to the hijab-covered bride. Could it be that he/she is being controlled?Is he Gu Wanyan?Mu Yaoling must find a way to lift the hijab!

"Don't move around, dear, I just scare him and let him retreat. As long as you marry me obediently, I will let him go!" the groom said softly to the bride.

Mu Yaoling recited the mantra silently, and finally shouted: "Come out!"

A golden immortal rope galloped out of the Qiankun pouch hanging on his waist, and with two swishes, it tied Ah Fang to a support beam.

Ah Fang said in surprise: "Binding the fairy rope?!"

"Exactly, yours is a counterfeit, let you taste what is a bundle of immortals!"

Mu Yaoling answered A Fang's words, but his eyes were fixed on the man with the hijab. He really wanted to see what Gu Wanyan looked like dressed as a groom.

"Beating a dog depends on the owner. You have tied up this seated person. Don't think of leaving this golden palace today!" The groom's handsome face became ferocious and murderous.

Mu Yaoling, who was still making up various pictures in his head, was awakened by a critical strike, but luckily he had time to dodge!

While turning sideways, he shot out a purple light, and when the two palms met, the ground shook.

Seeing that Mu Yaoling reached out quickly, the groom yelled loudly, and the wedding dress gradually changed into the dragon king's golden robe.

"It's easy to reach out!" Jiaolong boasted, paused, and continued: "But I don't want to escape from my subordinates!"

Mu Yaoling only snorted softly. I've seen someone who is confident, but I've never seen someone who is so confident!

Jiaolong spread out his right palm, and a Zen staff appeared in his hand, the golden light was dazzling, as if the Buddha descended.

Isn't he Jiaolong?Why are you using a Zen staff like a monk?

Just as he was in doubt, a golden light hit his face with strong spiritual power, causing a gust of wind, all the red gauze hanging on the temple beams fell off, and the candle flames flickered violently, making people's shadows faintly visible.

Mu Yaoling hit back head-on, a purple bead popped out from Yu's fingertips, its deterrent power was no less than that of Jiaolong's palm.

When the two beams of light meet, a circle of light explodes and spreads out, and the affected objects are instantly shattered into powder!

The two fought fiercely, and the originally festive Golden Palace became a mess, completely losing its original grandeur.

Two figures, one gold and one purple, came from fifty steps away to a distance of three inches. The man covered with a hijab sat quietly on a small square table. He couldn't see his real face, let alone his emotions.

During the fight, Mu Yaoling swept past a gust of wind several times, trying to lift the hijab, but was intercepted by the swift-eyed Jiaolong.

For this, Mu Yaoling gritted his teeth with hatred. This time, the enemy he was facing was not only powerful, but his IQ was also first-class. He could guess what his opponent's next move would be.

Facing such a strong enemy, it is absolutely impossible to win by fighting hard, and now it can only be outsmarted.

How to outsmart the other party without knowing their weaknesses at all?

Mu Yaoling followed the deadly move from the opposite side, and quickly went through the books he had read all his life in his mind, but he still couldn't find what he wanted.

Suddenly, the delicate voice of the elf sounded in my ears: "Tigers and leopards still need protection against Xiezhi, and dragons are most afraid of being thorns!"

"What is thistle?" Mu Yaoling asked with sound transmission.

"Thistles is a multi-legged insect, seven inches long, with a black shell on its back, neither hard nor soft, its feet are the color of vermilion, with two small clips on its head, its liquid is poisonous!" the elf replied.

After talking for a long time, isn't it just a centipede!But where can I get centipedes now?

Mu Yaoling was worried, ten darts went straight to Jiaolong from outside the door.

"It's just in time, Ruyi!" Mu Yaoling turned to look outside the door.

Jiaolong touched the ground with his toes, a backflip, and ten darts left pea-sized holes on the pure gold wall.

The pierced wall is like a small-scale fountain, raising a few feet of thin water column.

Jiaolong threw out the Zen stick in his hand, and then it was bounced back by a powerful force, but he didn't know if he hit it or not.

Mu Yaoling teased tentatively: "Ruyi, you're such a big man, and you still get hit in the ass, don't you think it's embarrassing!"

"You've just been spanked!" The voice outside the door was tough and powerful.

"I'm relieved that you're fine!" The corners of Mu Yaoling's mouth curled up.

This entanglement is not an option, if there is no trick, I am afraid that the fight will last for three days and three nights, and there will be no victory or defeat.

Mu Yaoling first blasted a wave of purple beads unique to the Yaozu royal family, and then cut his left hand on the long memory, turning the blood into sharp blood lotuses, quickly surrounding the dragon who was fighting against the purple beads , and then silently recited the mantra to condense the two things into two formations.

Jiaolong was surrounded by layers of purple beads and blood lotus, and he had to deal with the critical attacks thrown by Mu Yaoling from time to time and the darts thrown wildly from outside the door. He was a little overwhelmed and caught off guard.

Mu Yaoling took the opportunity to send a gust of wind to the person who was still sitting on the square table.

The big red hijab blows up with the wind, revealing a beautiful face!With sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, thin lips and pointed nose, clear-cut cheeks, skin that can be broken by blows, and a fringed phoenix crown, she is three points more beautiful than the peerless Luo Chenbi.

With such a beautiful face, who else could be besides Gu Wanyan!

Mu Yaoling is still immersed in Gu Wanyan's beauty, Jiaolong has already broken through his purple bead formation and blood lotus formation!

When a critical strike came, Mu Yaoling had no time to dodge, and was about to bite the bullet and catch it, when a red figure flashed in front of him, and he was severely attacked by Jiaolong's palm with ten successes.

The hijab that had been brought to the beam by the wind fell down at this moment, and covered Gu Wanyan's head again.

Mu Yaoling supported the body that fell head-on, and he no longer had the lightness he had before.

"Master!" He yelled, but the other party only grunted, and did not answer him as usual.

Mu Yaoling slowly raised his trembling hand, trying to take off the hijab, but Gu Wanyan grabbed his wrist and pulled it back with all his strength.

"Master...the expression of pain is ugly, don't...don't look..." Gu Wanyan was so angry that she spoke every word with great difficulty.

Ah Fang, who was tied to the pillar, stared wide-eyed, with an expression of disbelief, and shouted: "Master!"

Jiaolong, who was stunned to the side, came up and stretched out his hands to try to take Gu Wanyan, but was pushed away by Mu Yaoling, who shouted violently: "Get out!"

Mu Yaoling respected Gu Wanyan's decision, he didn't take off the hijab, only saw that the hijab which was originally as red as cinnabar was darker than before.

"You... why are you still so stupid? I would rather die than protect the so-called common people!"

Jiaolong showed sadness on his face, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Mu Yaoling looked at Jiaolong in disbelief. He originally wanted to fight to the death, and when he saw the dragon's tears dripping on the ground, it disappeared.

"What's going on?" Mu Yaoling asked in a low voice.

Jiaolong lowered his eyes to look at the person lying in Mu Yaoling's arms, his eyes were rippling, bottomless, with a bit of guilt.

"Are you sure you don't want to cure him first?" Jiaolong reminded.

Mu Yaoling looked down at Gu Wanyan whose chest rose and fell more and more gently, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you have a solution?"

"The veins all over his body have been broken. If it was an ordinary person, he could use magic to bring them back, but he is a golden lotus, and only the dragon's tendons can be connected!"

Hearing this, Mu Yaoling raised his head and looked at the person opposite with a full face of supplication: "But now there is only one dragon left in this world!"

"This seat is willing to give him his life!"

"Give him back his life?" Mu Yaoling asked doubtfully.

Jiaolong stretched out his hands, signaling Mu Yaoling to hand over the person in his arms to him.

Seeing that the other party did not move for a long time, he reminded: "You don't have much time to waste!"

Although Mu Yaoling has doubts, he has no choice. Even if there is a glimmer of hope in the extreme danger, he will pursue it, and he will never give up!

Jiaolong took Gu Wanyan, waved his sleeve, and a golden lotus flower appeared on the ground. He put Gu Wanyan into it, flexed his fingers, and made the golden lotus spin.

"Who is your Excellency? You have both the monk's staff and the Tianchi Golden Lotus!" Mu Yaoling could no longer hide his curiosity at this moment.

"Flood Dragon, the last Flood Dragon left in the world!"

Mu Yaoling twitched the corner of his mouth, expressing that he was speechless, so he could only silently watch how Jiaolong connected his tendons to Gu Wanyan's body.

He walked towards Ah Fang, and said softly, "A Fang, I will lend you a dagger."

Ah Fang struggled and shouted, "Master, don't want it!"

Jiaolong stretched out his hand trying to untie the fairy rope, but withdrew it, saying: "It seems that now is not the time for you to untie it!"

Jiaolong was familiar with the road and found the dagger hidden in A Fang's waist.

He slowly pulled out the dagger and walked towards Gu Wanyan.

Mu Yaoling shouted anxiously: "What do you want to do? Didn't you want to save him, why regret it!

"Don't panic, Mr. Mu, I won't hurt him!"

After Jiaolong finished speaking, he clenched his dagger and stabbed fiercely at his forearm.

The blood immediately exploded into a delicate flower that was ready to drip, and spilled on the ground, dyeing the pebbles under his feet red.

Mu Yaoling backed away in fright, and Su Yu, who had just entered from the door, turned pale and trembled with fright.

Jiaolong snorted, stretched his blood-stained hand into the wound, pulled out a tendon and threw it into the golden lotus, which was instantly swallowed by the golden lotus.

He gritted his teeth tightly in pain, and raised the dagger again with his trembling hand. Before he could stab it, Su Yu yelled: "Stop!"

"What's the matter?" Mu Yaoling asked curiously.

Su Yu covered his mouth and nose and said, "It's too cruel, too bloody!"

"If you can't stand it, you go out first, but if you owe money and pay back the money, it's only natural to kill and pay for life, there is nothing to be pitiful about!" Mu Yaoling clenched his fists and said.