Only I can understand the books in the Cangjing Pavilion

Wu Zhengfei was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Be merciful? Young master, this is not called being merciful, it's called giving in. You let me go once when we first met, and today I will give you three moves."

"Is this also the rule of Yinshan Town?"

"This is my rule!"

After Wu Zhengfei finished speaking, he pulled out his gun suddenly, aimed at the "senior brother" in the eye and stabbed it: "Three moves are over! Suffer!"

There is no way to fight without right and wrong, but he is ruthless when he starts. Fighting is desperate for him.In addition, he was angry with this master before, so he wished he could kill him on the spot.

Of course, Wu Zhengfei is afraid of people from aristocratic families, and cultivators are not normal people. The young master just used that move, which was obviously not something normal people can do, but he was afraid at the same time and at the same time he wanted to kill him, so the attack was even more ruthless.

"Senior Brother" didn't seem to want to fight Wu Right and Wrong, he just casually raised his hand to block left and right during the process, and often the red tasseled spear was bounced away by the clear light in his hand before it touched him.

Wu Zhengfei has never engaged in this kind of fight, and the more they fight, the worse they become.

"Senior brother" was entangled with no right and wrong, and the other people were in a mess, smashing everything in the government office.He probably lost his patience, and he grabbed Wu Chengfei's gun abruptly, and Wu Chengfei couldn't draw it back after several times of drawing. There was a faint light in his palm, and the sharp point of the gun could not cut him.

"Thank you for giving me three tricks."

Wu Zhengfei was stunned for a moment, and spun the red-tasseled gun in his hand violently, trying to withdraw the weapon, but the "senior brother" opened his hand, holding the tip of the gun tightly in his palm like clear glue, sliding his hands slowly, like the Tai Chi cloud hand's rising style , The iron gun in Wu Zhengfei's hand suddenly shook violently.At the same time, he felt a strong suction force, and the hand holding the gun handle was also turned outward to the elbow.

He wants to disarm himself?

Wu Zhengfei clutched the gun tightly, trying to contend with him, but the force was getting stronger and stronger, and it didn't take long before Wu Zhengfei could hardly hold the handle of the gun, but the "senior brother" still didn't change his face, the indifferent phoenix eyes Looking at him, it's easy to do.

——I knew that it would definitely be troublesome to match up with the aristocratic family.

Wu Zhengfei suddenly relaxed his strength, gritted his teeth and jumped, his body was almost parallel to the ground in mid-air, and he rotated a circle in the direction of "Senior Brother" drawing Tai Chi. When he landed, he pulled his hand back at the same time, trying to get the gun back.

But in the next second, he found that the gun in his hand became hot, and the end that was stuck by Qingguang became soft, and then slowly melted into red molten iron.

——Damn cultivator!

This is why the aristocratic family is above the rules of the entire world. The comprehensive force of the aristocratic family is in an absolute leading position in the entire world. They have the most and most powerful superhuman beings. Just like just now, ordinary people can never do it. Even if you can turn steel into water with your bare hands, you can't stick to other people's weapons through the air...

Although no one in the world can reproduce the glory of the era of self-cultivation in terms of self-cultivation, the aristocratic families are still stronger than ordinary people. Their clans have been passed down from generation to generation, and some aristocratic families have even accumulated hundreds of years in the field of self-cultivation. There was a fault in the theory back then, and no further method could be found, and it would not be so broken that ordinary people knew nothing about cultivation, and couldn't do it at the beginning.

Especially in a big aristocratic family like Jiugao, they must have a way to ensure the long-standing and well-established line of cultivation, either by word of mouth, or by the elders teaching them... At the same time, they must make some adjustments to the methods mastered by their own clan. Strict secrecy, in order to ensure an absolute leading position in the matter of cultivation.

This is the reason why the aristocratic family can run rampant in the world, and it is also the reason why no right or wrong is unwilling to confront the cultivators.

Wu Shifei was quite good at fighting since he was a child. After he was ordained and became a monk, he also learned some boxing skills in Dazhong Temple. There is no chance of survival.

——What's more, how could he use monk's kung fu in places other than Dazhong Temple?Fighting still has to be ruthless!

Wu Zhengfei let go of his hand suddenly, slapped the handle of the gun vigorously, and jumped onto the iron gun.He stepped on the handle of the gun with both feet and lowered his body. The "senior brother" just raised his head and met the innocent face.

The latter grinned, and the next second he pulled out the dagger from his girdle and stabbed him in the neck.

Nothing is right and wrong is light, the iron spear floats in the air, he can stand on it when he lifts his breath, his movements are fast, the cold light dazzles for a while, and the knife stabs at the opponent's vitals.

"Senior Brother" naturally dodged to dodge, and took advantage of the opportunity to stab him in the neck with a dagger—tsk, it was almost there.

But this kind of opportunity is only for a moment, the young master on the opposite side quickly reacted, and opened his hand suddenly, trying to throw him off, but he bent over to grab the iron gun to stabilize his figure, as if he couldn't stand still.

"...!"

"Brother" quickly stretched out his hand and waved his sleeves to stop it—half of the iron gun was melted by him, and the temperature was so high that half of his hand would be burnt if he held it.

No matter what is wrong, he took advantage of the situation and grabbed the hand extended by "Senior Brother", and turned his whole body sideways, and the dagger in his hand quickly slashed under his neck at the same time.

"Brother" suddenly turned his body sideways, and withdrew his hand and slapped Wu Zhengfei's chest. As soon as the latter hit the ground, he was hit in the chest by the clear light he shot, and the whole person retreated.

The clear light dissipated, and the half-melted red-tasseled spear fell to the ground with a clatter.

Wu Shifei kicked the ground with his feet, slid far away, and finally staggered a few steps and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Senior Brother" hit him hard this time, he was beaten out of breath, he spit out blood for no reason, after a long time he touched his heart and raised his head, "Senior Brother" stood opposite with his hands down expressionlessly, a line near the artery was cut, A thread of blood trickled down.

Wu Wu saw right and wrong, and suddenly felt very refreshed in his heart-this bastard pretended to be a criminal, and he was finally chopped off by himself!

At this time, the yamen officer also found out that "senior brother" was injured, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't hit me! Master Baili is injured! Don't call me a doctor!"

"Senior brother" didn't care much about his injuries, he just looked at nothing wrong and said for a while, "The road is quite wild."

Wu Zhengfei pushed away the people on both sides who wanted to come forward to help him, stared at him slowly licking off the blood on his lips, and smiled horribly—hasn't this young master ever fought with a hooligan?Did he say he wouldn't sneak attack?

The author has something to say:

I was exhausted writing the fight... I felt like I had a fight in my head...