People write diaries in Zongwu, and the heroes collapse

"It turns out that the master and the tutor have met, but I haven't heard the tutor mention it."

Ji Xiaofu said with cupped fists.

"There's nothing to say about this. If she hadn't had the Yitian Sword in her hand, how could she have gotten the slightest advantage from the young monk."

Jiumozhi laughed and said.

"Bold, don't insult our leader!"

The two junior sisters behind Ji Xiaofu immediately drew their swords and pointed them at Jiumozhi angrily.

"Do you still need the little monk to insult you? Apart from the Yitian Sword, Master Miejie really has nothing that the little monk can remember."

Jiumozhi said with a smile.

"Don't be ashamed!"

The two junior sisters instantly flew over with swords in their hands. Before Ji Xiaofu could react, she saw that the two junior sisters had already rushed over and were unable to stop him.

"Amitabha!"

A smile appeared on Jiumozhi's lips, and with a slight wave of his right sleeve, the terrifying energy directly knocked the two women away.

Zhou Zhiruo quickly flew up, picked up the two women, and landed smoothly.

"Senior sisters, are you alright?"

The two women shook their heads, secretly glad in their hearts. Fortunately, Jiumozhi did not secretly kill him, otherwise they would have died just now.

They knew that they had been impulsive just now, and this person's cultivation level was probably not inferior to their master.

"I wonder how much of the descendants of the Emei sect this generation have received from Master Miejie."

Jiumozhi looked at Ji Xiaofu. Among the women, she had the highest cultivation level.

The girls were secretly angry, but Ji Xiaofu stepped forward and said without fear in the face of danger: "Emei sent Ji Xiaofu to ask the master for advice."

Jiumozhi glanced at Ji Xiaofu, nodded and praised: "You have already reached the sixth level of Xiantian realm at a young age. It seems that Miexie has harvested a good seedling."

In the eyes of everyone, Ji Xiaofu, who was only in her twenties, actually had the cultivation of the sixth level of innate realm, which surprised many people in the world.

You must know that even the four elders of the Beggar Clan are only in the innate realm, and none of them are masters. The reason why the Beggar Clan is as famous as Shaolin is because of its large number of people and sufficient momentum.

In addition, Qiao Feng has made a splash for the Beggar Clan over the years and is admired by people in the world.

This is also the reason why the Beggar Clan became a second-rate force without Qiao Feng. It was entirely supported by Qiao Feng. Once Qiao Feng left, no one in the Beggar Clan could control the situation.

"Senior, I'm offended."

Ji Xiaofu flew forward and used a sword technique from the Emei School.

I saw that this set of swordsmanship was like the water of the Yangtze River, continuous and airtight, and there was no flaw in it.

"Emei Sect's Catkin Sword Technique!"

Someone recognized this swordsmanship.

"I have long heard that this Emei sect is famous for its swordsmanship. It is indeed extraordinary when I see it today."

Some people in the world praised it.

However, the gap between Ji Xiaofu and Jiumozhi was too big. Within a few rounds, she couldn't hold on any longer and was knocked back by Jiumozhi's palm.

Ji Xiaofu sighed, cupped her fists and said, "Master's level is so profound, Xiaofu admires him."

Jiumozhi said with a smile: "You don't have to underestimate yourself. In 20 years, maybe you will have the skills of the young monk."

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect Jiumozhi to speak so highly of Ji Xiaofu.

They secretly thought that after this incident, they must establish a good relationship with Ji Xiaofu, maybe she might be the next head of the Emei Sect.

Jiumozhi withdrew his gaze from Ji Xiaofu, glanced at the others, and said contemptuously: "What? The magnificent warriors of the Song Dynasty can't compare to a few little girls of the Ming Dynasty?"

Everyone was furious.

"I'll meet you for a while."

A middle-aged strong man holding a single sword jumped out.

"Isn't this Dahe Gang leader Ji Xu?"

Someone recognized him.

This Dahe gang has been making a living by selling illegal salt. When he saw that Jiumozhi had not killed the few people just now, he thought that Jiumozhi was a monk and would not break the killing rule, so he rolled his eyes and stepped forward.

He wants to gain fame.

Sure enough, this trick worked very well, and many people in the world cheered for it.

"Ji gang leader is mighty!"

"Ji gang leader is mighty!"

……

Ji Xu shook his long flowing hair, looked directly at Jiumozhi, and said righteously, "Let me, the gang leader, learn the master's clever tricks!"

After saying that, Ji Xu flew up and attacked with a single sword.

Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes and pointed. A burst of zhenqi hit Ji Xu between the eyebrows. A blood arrow spurted out. Ji Xu's body hit the ground with a bang.

"You have just entered Xiantian, and you dare to call yourself the leader of the gang. You are such a shameless person, so let the monk save you."

Jiumozhi said with disdain.

Everyone was taken aback.

quiet!

Incredibly quiet!

Ji Xu used his death to tell them that this monk could also kill people.

Those speculators quickly suppressed their thoughts, and they were secretly glad in their hearts. Fortunately, they did not jump out impulsively, otherwise they would be the ones who died.

"It seems that there is really no one left in the Song Dynasty."

Jiumozhi shook his head slightly, quite disappointed, but everyone dared not speak out in anger.

Jiumozhi looked at the carriage at this time, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Is the person in the carriage the owner of Mantuo Villa?"

"It's me, how are you doing?"

Mrs. Wang replied in a cold voice.

"I heard that there is a secret book called Xiao Wuxiang Gong in Mantuo Villa. I am very curious and asked my wife to borrow it for me to read. After three days, I will return it on my own initiative."

Jiumozhi said shamelessly.

"Little Wuxiang Gong——"

Everyone's eyes flickered. What kind of skill was this little phaseless skill? It could actually interest a strong master like Jiumozhi, which meant that this skill was probably not simple.

Some people even secretly memorized the Small Phaseless Skill in their hearts.

It's not that many people don't have talent, but they lack opportunities, especially superior techniques. Guo Jing's qualifications were so poor, but his martial arts was so great in the end, not because he practiced superior techniques.

"Master, you must have made a mistake. I don't have Xiao Wuxiang Gong in Mantuo Villa."

Mrs. Wang denied it.

Jiumozhi chuckled and said: "Madam, don't try to deceive me. A friend once told me that there are thousands of kinds of exercises collected in Mantuo Villa, and among them there is one called Xiao Wuxiang Gong. Excellent internal strength."

Everyone was even more shocked when they heard Jiumozhi's words. They didn't expect that such an inconspicuous force as Mantuo Villa could have collected so many techniques.

Although they couldn't believe it, Jiumozhi was a strong master and wouldn't talk nonsense if they believed it.

Mrs. Wang snorted softly and said unhappily: "This friend of the master must be Murong Bo."

"Madam is indeed a smart person. She was able to guess that the young monk's friend was none other than old benefactor Murong."

Jiumozhi was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Mrs. Wang to be so smart.

After a pause, he continued: "Old benefactor Murong and Mantuo Villa are related by marriage. I don't think he will deceive the young monk."

"Humph!"

Mrs. Wang snorted coldly and cursed: "I knew it was this old immortal who pretended to be dead to avoid trouble for so many years and still brought so much trouble to Mantuo Villa."

Everyone was shocked when they heard Mrs. Wang's words. Isn't Murong Bo Murong Fu's father? He had not died twenty years ago.

What do you think the meaning behind Mrs. Wang's words is that Murong Bo did not die, but faked his death to avoid disaster.