God catches no trace

Chapter 91 Martial Arts

Chapter 8: Wu

"I'm a disciple of the "Eternal Sword" sect. I originally wanted to join my senior brother Jian Fei, but there was some delay, so I came late. I hope you will forgive me."

Sang Wuhen's words are extremely polite and very useful.

Shui Sheng blinked vigorously at Jian Fei and the three of them.

Jian Fei is such a smart person, how can he not understand the truth.

"Junior brother, why are you so late, come and sit down."

He quickly stood up and pointed to Fuhua's side.

It was also a coincidence that there happened to be two vacancies there.

Sang Wuhen smiled, walked over, and sat beside Jian Fei.

Butler Li saw that he was a disciple of the "Hengjian" sect, so of course he didn't ask any more questions.He spoke again to his disciples: "Young heroes, do you want to challenge the masters of my villa?"

The disciples of the faction were still speechless. They knew that the responsibility of the competition was heavy. If they won, the opponent might not fulfill what they said. If they lost, they would have to sign a contract that seemed like selling themselves.

"What's the matter? Everyone in the gang is shrinking like a turtle?" Butler Li swept a glance and used aggressive methods.

"Do you mean what you say?" A disciple of Huashan Sect stood up vigorously.

"Brother Zhao Ziming, don't be impulsive." A disciple beside him stopped him.

"I think Huashan can be called a famous school in Jianghu. Even if I die, I must not be insulted by others. Brother Zihua, don't persuade me."

Jian Fei understood the meaning of what he said very well: I, the Huashan faction, cannot be insulted by others. If I lose the competition, I will never sign any contract, and would rather die by myself.

After hearing this, Sang Wuhen praised in his heart: he is a man.However, how can there be such a broken word in martial arts competition?
Of course he doesn't understand.

"Brother Jian, why do they seem to be parting from each other?"

Jian Fei didn't hide anything, and told him briefly and emphatically what happened in the villa, his speculation and the situation here.

When you know that the so-called seminar is to sign a contract of selling yourself.

Sang Wuhen thought: It is absolutely correct to come to "Xiaofeng" Villa this time, but he did not expect that the "Iron Blood" sect used such a despicable method to win over people from the rivers and lakes.

So is the "Xiaofeng" villa a branch of the "Iron Blood" sect?Or "the lair"?Currently, it is not clear.

Also, where is the imprisoned leader now?Why do you write a letter to your disciples to jump into the fire pit when you know it?

Was it really forced by the villa?still?Is there something else hidden in it?

It seems that it is impossible to solve the problem now.

Forget it, let's see the situation.

He cast his eyes on the field.

"Of course it counts. The "Xiaofeng" Villa also wants to gain a foothold in the Jianghu, how can it be dishonest."

"Okay." Zhao Ziming shifted his figure, stood in the middle of the field, and raised his long sword. "I'm here to learn about the brilliant tricks of the villa."

"Xiao Ye, play a few tricks with this young hero, remember, don't hurt anyone's life."

"Director Li, don't worry." Xiao Ye was very confident, soared up from the chair, and stood opposite Zhao Ziming.

With this flying skill.

Some of the people who were sitting had their faces darkened.

"Brother Wuhen, this person's skill must not be underestimated." Shui Sheng whispered to Sang Wuhen.

"Are you afraid?"

"You are afraid, I am worried about the disciples of Huashan Sect."

"There is no comparison between the two, so how can we draw conclusions." Sang Wuhen smiled.

Shui Sheng pretended to stare at him, then shut her mouth, and turned to look into the field.

now.

Zhao Ziming gestured, "Please."

Then, his body twisted, and the long sword in his hand quickly turned into countless sword tips, pointing towards Xiao Ye's chest.

Why is it a point, not a thorn, the rules of the rivers and lakes, compete with each other, and use the thorn to prevent accidents and loss of life.

The Huashan School is known for its swordsmanship, based on the martial arts, he is a senior brother, naturally he is different from ordinary disciples, with one move, people can immediately feel the subtlety of the swordsmanship.

"Well, that's right, "wearing the stars and wearing the moon", tapping acupuncture points with the tip of the sword, is worthy of being a great disciple of Huashan." The opponent Xiao Ye actually knew this move and praised it.

All praises.

People certainly don't sit idle.

Seeing that the point of the sword was in front of him, he didn't even dodge it, he just stepped slightly sideways, his sleeves suddenly grew suddenly, and he threw it straight.

It's a weird move, obviously, it wants to entangle the opponent's sword.

Of course, Zhao Ziming couldn't let him succeed. Immediately, he retracted his long sword and jumped up like a wind. He was in mid-air, and he drew his sword again. In an instant, white light flashed, pointing to Xiao Ye's "Baihui Point"

"Good swordsmanship, Brother Zhao." Someone shouted among the crowd.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the cry came out, Xiao Ye lay on his back and stretched his sleeves up.

This stretch is by no means comparable to the first move.

In the eyes of others, the sleeves are like a black python, and the waist is bent to wrap around the long sword that is going down quickly.

Zhao Ziming was shocked, he never expected the opponent's move, it was so weird.

"No, Brother Wuhen, if his sword is entangled, he will definitely lose." Shui Sheng was in a hurry, just about to make a move to save him.

Sang Wuhen grabbed her hand firmly.

On the other hand, he sat still, turned his palm with one hand, stretched it slowly, and then put it down. No one noticed this slight move.

Shui Sheng smiled when he saw it.

She knew that Brother Wuhen's "soul-absorbing" palm had already struck.

Sure enough, the moment he felt the sword being entangled, suddenly there was an inexplicable force that made his body involuntarily float towards the door, and he floated a foot away, and stopped not far from Sang Wuhen.

"What a handsome lightness skill." People who didn't know why didn't understand it cheered in unison.

Zhao Ziming's face turned red, he didn't know how he got here.

Jian Fei and his junior sister understood very well in their hearts, and they both smiled slightly.

But Butler Li and the other masters in the villa had expressions of astonishment, their sleeves were already entangled with the opponent's sword, how did he use such kung fu to float away in a second?

Xiao Ye turned around and stood up at this time, his eyes were also looking straight at Zhao Ziming.

"Come again." A fierce light flashed.

"Wait a minute, I'll take the call for Brother Zhao." Zheng Qiao stood up and said coldly.

"Okay, any one will do." Xiao Ye's tone was extremely tough, his face full of murderous intent.

"Brother Wuhen, I'm afraid this person will use his ultimate move if he fights again."

"That's right. He is very confident in his martial arts. He didn't beat Zhao Ziming, so he felt ashamed."

As the two expected, the conversation just ended.

Xiao Ye was not polite at all, with a sway of his figure, he stepped forward, his hands transformed into fists, and struck out like lightning.

The castration was extremely fast, and he rushed towards the opponent with a burst of heat.

Zheng Qiao was by no means mediocre, she slanted to the right, avoiding the punching wind, and the sword had already been released, and the "Bride's Drunk" in the "Injection" sword technique pierced Xiao Ye's "temple".

Dodging and making moves, but in seconds.

Xiao Ye punched the air with both fists, and when he saw the opponent's sword point approaching instantly, he let out a "hmm".

Immediately afterwards, the whole person squatted down.

Using this method to avoid other people's ultimate moves, who has seen it?
of course not.

There was laughter in the crowd, but the laughter stopped abruptly in the middle, and everyone's eyes widened.

It turned out that while Xiao Ye was squatting, he bent his legs and turned sideways on the spot, and jumped forward.

A punch like the wind.

Whoever wants to save it is impossible.

"Bang" sound.

Zheng Qiao's body was like a broken leaf, and flew backwards.

Everyone immediately screamed.

At this time, a figure flew out at a high speed and caught Zheng Qiao firmly with his arms.

"Brother Zheng, are you okay?"

With a pale face, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"Brother Jian, go on."

Sang Wuhen raised his hand, and several black objects went straight away.

Jian Fei stretched out his hand to catch it, let Zheng Qiao sit on the ground slowly, then squatted down and quickly poured it into his mouth.

Five minutes later, redness appeared on his face.

Jian Fei knew that Zheng Qiao was fine, pointed at Xiao Ye with the tip of his sword, and said in a deep voice, "Your martial arts are weird, I want to learn from you."

"It's okay to get a lesson." Butler Li walked to the middle.

Xiao Ye returned to the place where he was originally sitting.

"What do you mean?"

"Take a break for a while." Butler Li smiled at him. "Now this villa has to do something."

"what's up?"

"Young hero has lost just now, please honor the rules of the competition." He pointed to the masked woman sitting at the table, meaning: Please go there to sign and pledge.

"It's not that we want to break the rules. This kind of forceful thing is unique in Jianghu. I don't think there is any need to sign the contract."

Sang Wuhen stood up "Huo", with a glint in his eyes, and said.

(End of this chapter)