People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

Although the master became what he is now because he was attacked and murdered by that old thief Ding Chunqiu, but it was mainly because of his wife Li Qiushui.

If it weren't for her all kinds, how could the master be reduced to such a state.

So seeing Wang Yuyan, Su Xinghe didn't have the slightest liking for him, instead he was full of disgust.

He took out the chess piece and handed it to Zhang Wuwei.

Zhang Wuwei looked around the chessboard, but didn't see any strangeness.

Maybe this is mainly because Zhang Wuwei doesn't know how to play chess.

Su Xinghe sighed silently.

This person is young, but he has an extraordinary bearing, and there is a faint air of elegance surrounding him.

It can be said that it is very in line with the aesthetics of the Xiaoyao School, but unfortunately, it can't break the master's chess game at all.

Forget it, if he wants to commit suicide with a sword later, just stop him.

He picked up a white piece and dropped it, eating a large number of Zhang Wuwei's black pieces.

Zhang Wuwei didn't care, and continued to move pieces casually, back and forth, the whole chessboard seemed to come alive.

Fame and wealth, wine and beauty, countless temptations floated by Zhang Wuwei's eyes one by one.

Unmoved, the illusion is changing, the cheats of the throne, soaring in the daytime
Zhang Wuwei was still very calm and random, which made Su Xinghe extremely surprised.

Is there nothing in this world that can move him?
It's a pity, it's a pity, if you break the first level, the second level is also very difficult to pass.

Running the internal force, mobilizing the formation floating on the chessboard, the invisible shock gradually enveloped Zhang Wuwei.

The illusion is changing, this time, it is no longer all kinds of temptations.

Instead, all kinds of hate, hate parents, hate God, hate yourself
All kinds of injustice, all kinds of injustice, one by one.

This made Zhang Wuwei frown slightly, and then, in a flash, he became that boy again.

He watched helplessly as his parents drew their swords and killed themselves in front of him.

He wanted to step forward, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch them commit suicide over and over again.

"Hmph!" Zhang Wuwei snorted coldly, and fell down.

"Kaka" Countless chess pieces collapsed and shattered, and an indomitable and extremely sharp sword energy swept across the four directions!

"Pfft!" Su Xinghe spat out a mouthful of blood in horror, and looked at Zhang Wuwei in shock.

With the strength of his great master, combined with the formation carefully arranged by his master, he was cut through by the young man in front of him with a single sword energy?
This strength?
I'm afraid it was on par with the master, and then something that shocked him even more happened.

With the transpiration of the sword energy, the entire chessboard also made an overwhelmed "creaking" sound.

"No!" He roared in a panic, but he didn't save the master who was quite proud of himself.

The fierce sword energy rises from the ground, breaks through the phantom formation and goes straight into the sky.

Zhang Wuwei snorted coldly: "Wu Yazi, that's all."

"You, you, you." Su Xinghe looked at Zhang Wuwei in shock, completely forgot about the disguise, and blurted out, "Who are you?"

Zhang Wuwei glanced at him lightly, put his hands behind his back, looked at a broken wall and said:
"Mingjiao Zhang Wuwei, come to pay a visit to the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, Wu Yazi."

"Zhang Wuwei!"

Su Xinghe instantly stopped in front of the master's secret room, sweating coldly.

It turned out to be him who has become famous recently. It is said that all the secrets are hidden in front of him.

Moreover, he himself has high martial arts skills and is unscrupulous.

Zhang Wuwei didn't even look at him, just continued to look at the broken wall, as if he was looking at someone else:
"Why, not welcome?"

"Guest Master Zhang is here." An old voice came from inside the broken wall: "Let my succulent grow, Xinghe, quickly invite Master Zhang to come in."

"Master?" Su Xinghe shouted, "No way!"

After a moment of silence, the old voice sounded again: "I am afraid that no one in the world can stop what Zhang Jiaozhu wants to do."

"Hahaha" Zhang Wuwei laughed loudly: "Senior Wu Yazi still sees clearly."

Su Xinghe looked at the unrestrained and unscrupulous young man in front of him, turned around silently, and opened the mechanism.

After a burst of "click", a dark stone cave was exposed on the broken wall, and Su Xinghe stretched out his arm: "Please!"

Zhang Wuwei was fearless, without the slightest pause, and strode in first.

Huang Rong and Xiao Zhao and Wang Yuyan also followed quickly, without the slightest worry on their faces.

It was as if this was not a dark unknown cave, but his own home.

Su Xinghe looked at this scene in amazement, don't they know how to be afraid?

Shaking his head, he followed closely step by step.

After walking for nearly 10 minutes, a few people came to a wide place, which was neither dark nor dull.

On the contrary, it was very refreshing. Looking up, an old man with white hair and childlike face, with a fairy air floating in the air.

This surprised Huang Rong and the others: "Brother Wuwei, you can see that he can fly."

Zhang Wuwei fondled her hair: "Look carefully."

Huang Rong didn't know why, her eyes widened, and she looked carefully, only to feel that the old man's bearing was extraordinary, and he looked like a fairy.

But after observing for a while, he kept comparing with Zhang Wuwei.

Huang Rong finally noticed a slight difference. How could this old man like a fairy have a death breath that couldn't go away?

If Zhang Wuwei is the rising sun, then he is the setting sun that is about to go down the mountain.

Looking at the brilliant atmosphere, it is full of meaning.

"Brother Wuwei, what about this old man?"

Zhang Wuwei smiled and didn't explain, it's better to save some face for this literary youth.

"I came here for no other reason, one is to see how amazing Zhenlong's chess game is, and the other is to borrow the master's ring."

Wu Yazi's face froze, although he deeply felt that he was ashamed of his master.

She only cares about love and love, but it is very embarrassing to hand over the master ring like this:
"The heart of Master Zhang, I'm afraid it doesn't belong to Xiaoyao."

Zhang Wuwei laughed: "I am free and insane, just like a crane traveling in all directions!"

"It's not suitable for me to hide in a secluded valley like you."

"I'll give you two choices. One, you pass on all your internal energy to my lover Huang Rong, and we will clean up the house for you."

"Second, I will break your bones and regenerate for you, and I will watch all your martial arts."

Wu Yazi looked at Huang Rong up and down, and nodded in satisfaction. He was so gorgeous in the world, exquisite and translucent, in line with his Happy School inheritance.

The only pity is a woman, who has already put all her heart on Zhang Wuwei who is next to her.

But isn't this what the three elders of Xiaoyao care about the most?

"Okay!" Wu Yazi laughed heartily, "Little girl, come forward."

"Master!" Su Mingxing looked at Wu Yazi with tears streaming down his face: "Have you really made up your mind?"

Wu Yazi looked at him and nodded.

He has been hanging here like a living dead for more than ten years.