Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

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The expression on the Confucian scholar's face was pale at first, and the top of his head was covered with fine beads of sweat. Drop after drop of sweat flowed downward like a waterfall.

It was like the Milky Way above the nine heavens, flowing down from the sky. His whole body seemed to be wet by the rain, and he was very embarrassed.

The huge fists were like mountains, falling from the high sky. The area covered by them was so vast that it was difficult for anyone to feel any resistance.

The ground also began to shake together.

It was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck out of thin air.

The Confucian scholar couldn't hold on anymore, his legs became weak, and his whole body seemed to have been ripped out. All the bones in his body seemed to have been ripped out, and he fell limply to the ground.

At this critical moment.

Wu Gong suddenly clenched his fist tightly, and the whole fist stopped in the air like a collapsed sky. It stopped there motionless. The whistling wind turned into a strong wind and blew on the ground. As a Confucian scholar A human-shaped depression was blown out for the center.

The dirt and gravel were blown away in all directions by the fierce wind. The dust was filled with dust and looked very scary, as if it was the end of the world.

It was not as imagined that the fist was directly smashed into flesh. The fist finally stopped. There was no scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere as imagined, but the dense sweat was still like a tide, forming in the sand. It quickly gathered in the mud pit and flowed down, really like a stream.

Wu Gong slowly raised his fist and looked at the Confucian scholar who was limp and covered with sweat. The smile on his face was an extremely mocking smile: "Hahaha, this is the legendary big thief in Liangshan. ?

You were so scared by my punch that you almost peed your pants! "

Wu Gong smiled and quickly shrunk his body. He looked around and looked at the Confucian scholar pretending to be dead on the ground. He raised his leg and kicked his knee hard.

Along with the contact between the soles of the feet and the knees.

The crisp and sweet sound of bone cracking followed.

With the crunching sound, his entire leg twisted rapidly at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. If the skin and flesh were not connected, I am afraid that the leg would have been kicked out like a football at this moment.

The Confucian scholar screamed again.

He didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore, but stared ferociously at Wu Gong with his red bloodshot eyes.

His eyes were filled with overwhelming murderous intent, but there was a trace of desire and panic for life, as if he didn't want to die here like this.

Wu Gong grinned, looked at his complicated eyes, bent down, and said into his ear: "Tell me who the traitor you are talking about is, and I will cripple one of your arms and spare your life in the future." . If you didn’t say anything, no one here today would be able to survive.”

After a brief thought, the Confucian scholar chuckled and said: "I only saw the back of that person as a young man...other than that, I didn't see anything else.

He left a mark on the road, allowing us to find you..."

Wu Gong was stunned and immediately looked behind him.

After not seeing the person he wanted to see, Wu Gong pointed to the land next to him: "Write out that title!"

The Confucian scholar used his bloody fingers to draw the mark on the soil. The mark looked like a blooming lotus. It looks very weird.

Wu Gong recalled his memories.

There is no relevant information.

He had never seen this mark before.

As the action here stopped, the fighting in the distance also stopped.

Several people, represented by the warrior monk, stood not far from the Confucian scholar, looking at this side with eager eyes. Li Mochou and others stood behind Wu Gong, all of whom were injured in comparison. Li Mochou and others could hardly see any injuries on their bodies, and their faces were relatively calm.

The poisonous hand medicine king disappeared.

But Wu Gong just looked around and found this old guy holding Hua Rong standing on the beam not far away.

As if he noticed Wu Gong's gaze, he held Hua Rong, who was still unconscious, in his hands, and gently raised his hand to express that he was here and not going anywhere.

Wu Gong nodded.

Already responded.

"Mochou, come here and see what this thing is?"

Wu Gong waved towards the back.

Li Mochou walked over and looked at the strange-looking mark on the ground, with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

She recognized the mark.

In fact, she had seen this mark more than once along the way, but because the mark looked like a lotus flower.

A slowly blooming lotus.

At that time, she thought that the lotus was a symbol of the White Lotus Sect and was left behind by the Five Lotus Buddha Mother, so she ignored it. But now it seems that this symbol is not a special symbol of the White Lotus Sect, but a special symbol of the White Lotus Sect. Belongs exclusively to another organization.

Li Mochou slowly raised her head, met Wu Gong's eyes, and said, "Wu Lang, do you have anything to say to me...or do you want to tell me something? You can directly speak out."

Wu Gong did not speak, just shook his head gently, then smoothed the marks on the ground with his palms, and finally said expressionlessly: "Okay, since this is the case, I will let you live... I wish you a way out... Good luck to you."

After Wu Gong finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but then he seemed to have discovered something. He grabbed the Confucian scholar's neck on the ground with his hands, quickly picked him up from the ground, and held him firmly with his last hand. Grabbed his arm.

Pulled back hard.

The entire arm was quickly broken off.

Blood-red blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain. The Confucian scholar did not let out any more screams, but gritted his teeth tightly, and not a single sound came from the depths of his throat. come out.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Wu Gong felt the hot blood splashing on his body, gritted his teeth gently, took a step back, and threw the Confucian scholar in his hand to the ground with an expressionless face.

Turn around and leave here.

Li Mochou and the others also took steps to follow them into the distance...

Yang Guo quickly packed his backpack. His heart was beating very fast at this moment, but there was no panic in his movements. He stretched out his hand and stuffed the banknotes in the package in the center of the carriage into his own package. , while stuffing it back, he kept reaching out and took out a large handful of golden leaves from the box next to him. After he had completely filled the luggage in his hands, he turned around and walked away without any hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the completely dark night.

I returned to the hotel and looked at the devastated carriage.

Wu Gong still didn't make any sound.