The Battle of Martial Arts Breaks the Wind and Cloud

Being called a bitch by Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo must be very angry.

An angry look shot at Ding Minjun.

Zhou Zhiruo could only use this kind of eyes full of resistance to fight back against Ding Minjun.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the sound of a slap on the face resounded throughout the world.

This sound was especially sudden.

Countless people collectively focused their attention on Duan De and Ding Minjun.

Just now, Duan De moved his body like lightning, then swung his right hand, and slapped Ding Minjun on the face.

Ding Minjun's face also turned red in an instant, full of disbelief.

"You hit me?" Ding Minjun was dumbfounded, and questioned Duan De.

Duan De grinned evilly and said, "Your mouth is too cheap."

"You..." Ding Minjun was speechless.

"I'm just teaching you for Zhou Zhiruo, and I want you to save some morals." Duan De smiled lightly.

"Hmph, you and Zhou Zhiruo must have an adulterous relationship." Ding Minjun's mouth was still vicious, "So you are adulterers, no wonder."

"No wonder why? Ding Minjun, don't spit on people. I have nothing to do with him at all." Zhou Zhiruo blushed, fearing that other people might misunderstand something, she hurriedly opened her mouth to disregard her relationship with Duan De.

"Sure enough, it's time to fight." Duan De looked at Ding Minjun evilly.

"What do you want to do?" Ding Minjun trembled when he was watched, and looked at Duan De in fear.

She was very worried, would the man in front of her wave his arms again?

"I just want to train you." Duan De's evil smile was not concealed at all.

Tutoring?

He actually used the word "teaching" instead of "teaching".

The difference is huge.

It means more to train women.And it can be misleading.

All of a sudden, many female disciples of the Emei Sect looked at Ding Minjun with strange eyes.

"You... you prodigal son, why don't you die?" Ding Minjun's face was flushed, as if he was very shy and angry.

This expression of embarrassment and indignation made her look very soft, with the reserve of a girl who has never been seen before.

"If I die, women in this world will be very lonely." Duan De said with a smirk.

At this moment Ding Minjun really didn't know how to counter Duan De, he just stood there silently.At the same time, she did not dare to launch vicious verbal attacks against Zhou Zhiruo.

It seems that this kind of black-bellied woman with a vicious mouth really needs a domineering man to train her to be truly obedient.

"Master, I'll return the Yitian Sword to you." Zhou Zhiruo ignored Ding Minjun, her steps were light, graceful, graceful, with a charming back, she looked like a female fairy who was about to ascend to the fairy world.

Holding the Yitian sword in her hand, she handed the Yitian sword to Master Miejue respectfully.

She also no longer called Miejue Shitai her master, but her attitude was still as respectful as before.

"Zhiruo, for the sake of the sect, you forgive Master. Master has his own difficulties." Miejue Shitai said in a deep voice.Then, she held the Yitian Sword in her hand with an excited expression.

Finally, the Yitian Sword was obtained by him again.Miejue Shitai vowed secretly that he must not let the Yitian Sword be taken away by others again.

This is one of her greatest strengths to dominate the martial arts world.

Chapter 28 Despise Song Qingshu

"Master, the Yitian sword has been given to you, do you want to continue to challenge?" Duan De asked coldly.

Miejue Shitai's complexion changed, and after a moment of hesitation, he snorted, then waved, "All Emei disciples, follow me."

Obviously, she couldn't beat Duan De, and she didn't want her Yitian Sword to be snatched away by Duan De again.So he could only lead the Emei sect disciples away in embarrassment.

If you don't leave at this time, it's just a joke to stay here.

As soon as the Emei Sect left, the Huashan Sect, the Kunlun Sect, the Kongtong Sect, and the Shaolin Sect all stood up one after another and began to evade.

Immediately, only the Wudang faction remained.

"Wuji, do you know Wudang School with us?" Song Yuanqiao said.

Zhang Wuji hesitated, and looked at his grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King.

"Song Daxia, you are not being kind. My grandson has just reunited with me, and you want to break us up. Don't you have bad intentions?" The white-browed eagle king made a timely statement, looking desperate.

Song Yuanqiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Yu Lianzhou from the Wudang faction also smiled wryly.

"Where is the Eagle King talking? Wuji is your grandson, but he is also a disciple of our Wudang School. His father is our fifth younger brother. His master, our master, has always missed Wuji." Song Yuanqiao explained: "If Master can see Wuji, he will definitely be very happy."

"Let Wuji decide?" White-browed Eagle King said.

Zhang Wuji froze in place. At this moment, Duan De's voice sounded, "Zhang Wuji, you should follow Song Daxia and others and return to the Wudang School together."

"Why?" Zhang Wuji asked suspiciously.