Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

The corners of Mubai's eyes twitched, but he still shook his head: "No, no, no, really."

"Amitabha—" Master Kong Yuan said slowly, "Alright, since the little benefactor has made up his mind, I will not force him anymore."

He took the rosary from his neck, held it in his hand and twisted it: "This old man must be serious."

Mu Bai nodded: "Master, please do your best, and you don't need to show mercy."

He hadn't seen Konggu Temple's moves yet, so he didn't dare to slack off, and concentrated on holding the sword to watch Master Konggu's every move.

It stands to reason that monks should not have long-range attacks...

"Whoosh-"

The rosary beads flying towards him with a strong wind directly overturned his guess.

Not only remote, but also remote like boomerang.

As soon as Mu Bai got short, the rosary circled around his head and returned to Master Kong Yuan's hand: "Amitabha——"

The master said he would not show mercy, but he really did not show mercy at all. As soon as the rosary was withdrawn from his hand, he threw it again, with even stronger speed and strength.

Mubai flashed past, realizing that he could no longer confront Master Kongyuan from a long distance, his figure flickered, and he approached instantly while avoiding the rosary.

The rosary reached Master Kongyuan faster than him, and it was another reincarnation.

The closer the distance was, the harder it was for Mu Bai to dodge, so he had to raise his sword and slash.

"Snapped."

The thread is broken, but the rosary is still flying towards the original track.

He dodged dangerously, and the howling wind brushed past his ears, causing some burning pain.

The rosary returned to Master Kong Yuan's hand, the strength attached to it disappeared, and the rosary rolled down from the thread.

Just as Mu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that Master Kong Yuan used his palm to drive the air flow at the moment the Buddhist bead fell, and controlled it between applause.

One last flick.

"Whoosh, whoosh—"

Dozens of Buddhist beads flew over, forming a dense barrage in Mubai's sight.

He clenched his throat, and instinctively performed the first move of "Slanting Rain and Falling Bamboo".

The tip of the sword stabbed sharply, and while quickly knocking down the Buddhist beads, he was forced to retreat continuously by the force contained in them, and barely stopped until the edge of the ring.

"Amitabha——" Master Kong Yuan clasped his hands together and smiled slightly, "The little benefactor is really powerful. My trick is called Ten Thousand Laws Returning to One. It is the unique technique of Konggu Temple, and you can block it..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Master Kong Yuan suddenly frowned, his lips moved uncontrollably, gradually revealing a painful expression.

Mu Bai was stunned: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

He is determined to learn the tricks of Konggu Temple, so far he hasn't hurt a single hair of Master Kongyuan.

Master Kongyuan closed his eyes tightly, and raised his palms, as if intending to heal his wounds with luck.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Grandmaster!"

"Medicine...someone poured it into my tea, medicine..." Master Kongyuan slowly collapsed, kneeling on the ground, "What is it..."

When they use tea for external use, they will first test it with silver needles. If someone really puts medicine in the tea, it may be colorless and tasteless, and even the silver needles will not be tested.

Mu Bai stepped forward to support him, used his poor medical skills to feel the pulse, and immediately said: "Don't be lucky!"

Master Kong Yuan's inner strength seemed to be sealed by something, the more luck he forced, the easier it would be to damage his roots.

He carried Master Kong Yuan on his back, intending to find his senior sister to have a look.

However, there was a "boom" on the ground and thunder exploded, raising dust and gunpowder smoke all over the sky, and spewing out scarlet flames.

"boom--"

"boom--"

One after another explosion.

Except for a few strong men, the others were in a mess and ran out in a panic.

I don't know if the scene was too chaotic, or the temporary high platform was unstable, the wooden ladder was wobbly, and finally tilted to one side and collapsed.

Mubai is located in the center of the chaos, surrounded by the aftermath of the explosion, only people can be vaguely seen running around.

When he realized something, he turned his head to look at the entrance of the tent. In the distorted firelight, a group of men in red rushed in.

There was the sound of weapons colliding outside.

Thick smoke billowed, Mu Bai choked and coughed, and suddenly he heard the person on his back say slowly: "Little benefactor, don't worry about this old monk, you run away."

He didn't even think about it: "No."

The surrounding gunpowder smoke is getting thicker and thicker, so that people can hardly keep their eyes open.

In the chaos, Mubai heard Luo Ziyi's panicked cry: "Master! What's wrong with you?"

"Master Luo..."

When Mu Bai saw him drinking the tea here, he might have been poisoned by the same poison as Master Kong Yuan.

If he guessed correctly, this poison is colorless and odorless, and is harmless to the human body under normal circumstances. It will only occur when you exercise a lot. No wonder the silver needle can't be tested.

"Amitabha—little benefactor, it's too late if you don't escape. Even the head of Luo is in prison, and I can't count on you... You are very talented, and if you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood."

"Master, just say a few words, I won't leave you alone."

At this moment, the humming sound of the piano sounded in the arena.

Nan Fengyi's voice spread along with the waves: "As long as you don't give up and resist, the Red Lotus Sect will not be wiped out..."

"Bah!" There was a lot of cursing in the chaos, "Nan Fengyi, you traitor, actually colluded with the cult!"

Mu Bai frowned slightly, and took a step back, not knowing whether to walk out of the thick smoke or not.

The Red Lotus Sect has been in ambush for a long time, and many masters of various sects have been poisoned by this poison, and there is also a second or fifth son of Chaoshengge.

Judging from this situation, he is powerless to recover alone, and it is even more impossible to go out behind his back.

Mubai thought for a while, and said aloud: "Master, if the Red Lotus Sect comes in later, I won't fight them head-on. It's important to protect our lives first."

Master Kong Yuan laughed: "Okay."

He paused, and then said: "The little benefactor is very transparent. It's not in vain for me to accept you as an apprentice."

"Stop talking, I really don't want to shave my head."

Master Kongyuan said leisurely: "I understand that since the benefactor pretends to be a daughter's family, he naturally wants to grow his hair."

Mubai: "..."

He was startled inwardly, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "How did Master know?"

No wonder just now in the arena, Master Kong Yuan called him the little benefactor, not the female benefactor.He originally thought that the old man wanted to become a nun, but he didn't expect to be a nun?

Master Kong Yuan said: "The so-called discerning pearl with the eyes, if the old monk doesn't have the eyes, how can he find the pearl of the little benefactor... But benefactor, don't worry, the old monk will keep this secret for you."

Mu Bai heaved a sigh of relief, and heard Master Kong Yuan say: "But this old man is very curious, why is the little benefactor disguised as a man, is it for the purpose of marrying His Royal Highness?"

"That's not... no, master, you are such a gossip."

Now is obviously not the time to gossip.

The sound of fighting outside gradually weakened, and the evil skills of the Red Lotus Sect were already impossible to defend against, and with the assistance of Chaoshengge's piano sound, they had an overwhelming advantage in the face of the chaotic martial arts crowd.

Mubai's eyebrows moved slightly, and after a while, he placed Master Kongyuan on the ground behind him: "Master, let's pretend to pass out here..."

On the spot, he took some dust and smeared it on the body and face of Master Kong Yuan and himself, and made four or five cuts with the sword, tore the clothes to tatters, and wiped away the blood.

The tent was airtight, and the smoke and dust that obscured the sight lingered for a long time. If you were lucky and the Red Lotus Sect didn't come in to check, maybe they could get in there.

Mu Bai lay down on the ground, still concentrating on perceiving the movement around him.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a rustling sound and footsteps approaching.

The visitor covered his mouth and nose and waved away the smoke and dust: "Just now there was a competition in the arena, but there are two of them who haven't come out yet."

Another person said: "Maybe the hidden thunder was blown to pieces."

"Who knows? The leader has ordered that there must be no fish that slip through the net. Even if you die, you have to take the body back."

Mu Bai closed his eyes, blocked Master Kong Yuan with his body, and at the same time touched the hilt of the sword with his hand behind his back.

If the members of the Red Lotus Sect wanted to put them to death, they would have to fight even if they had no chance of winning.

"Hey - there!"

"These two passed out."

"It looks like they were blown up by hidden thunder, let's go and drag them back."

The ground was full of blasted rubble, which made Mu Bai's back ache, he gritted his teeth secretly and kept silent, still pretending to have passed out.

Those two people were still a little vigilant at first, but after dragging for a while, they found that they were completely dizzy and didn't move at all, so they stopped paying special attention.

The fighting outside has ended, except for Pavilion Master Chaosheng and Elder Meng, everyone else has been locked in a huge black iron cage and has lost the ability to fight.

Master Kong Yuan and Mu Bai were thrown into the last iron cage together.

Under the black iron cage was a wooden cart, and members of the Red Lotus Sect dragged it along in front of it, pulling a rope.

Mubai now understands that the location of Chaosheng Pavilion was not chosen for the crusade against the Red Lotus Sect, but for the convenience of the Red Lotus Sect to ambush everyone in the martial arts world.

He closed his eyes, his ears moved slightly, and he caught the voice floating in front of him.

"You promised not to do anything to my disciples." It was Nan Fengyi's voice.

"Where did the pavilion master say, we are just in case."

The person talking to him should be someone from the Red Lotus Sect.

From the content of the follow-up conversation, Mu Bai probably heard that the Chaosheng Pavilion cooperated with the Red Lotus Sect this time, except for the pavilion master and elders, the disciples under the sect didn't know about it, and they were locked in together.

"Pavilion master, don't worry, we don't need to do anything to your disciples. After all, they are already under the control of my sect, aren't they?"

"you……"

"You think those skills are practiced for nothing? You don't know that the skills of our Red Lotus Sect affect the mind, but for the sake of status in the world and to give orders in the martial arts, you still use it. No wonder others... ..."

Mu Bai pretended to be unconscious all the way and eavesdropped on their conversation, I don't know how many hours passed, and finally he felt a little sleepy.

He didn't dare to fall asleep and kept carrying it.

When passing through the demon fog around the ghost capital, the cold air climbed up to the skin, and Mu Bai almost trembled from the cold, and his mind was fully awake.

From the depths of the monster mist came the howling of strange beasts, and faintly echoed the treacherous ghost cry... His brows and eyes moved slightly, thinking that if he stayed in this environment for a long time, he would go crazy if he didn't die.

The disciples sent by the various sects before have never returned, even if a master like Luo Wangchuan wanted to enter the ghost capital, he had to spend a lot of effort.

This time, people from the Red Lotus Sect were leading the way, so they were much more at ease.

Mu Bai was a little curious about how they avoided those strange beasts in the monster mist, so he carefully squinted his eyes and glanced out.

In a narrow field of vision, only a person in a red cloak can be seen holding a lotus-shaped torch. The flames burning on it are different from ordinary open flames. They stretch out their flaming fangs in the dense ghost fog. The flames distort the ripples of the air, like a Vice scene of hell.

The flame seemed to be quite warm, but Mu Bai still felt cold. It seemed that the original environment here was even worse, and the low temperature alone was enough to kill someone.

He glanced to the side again from the corner of his eye, and found that the last car was full of fainted people.The people from the Red Lotus Sect in front were only focused on pulling the cart and didn't give them any attention.

Mu Bai didn't move his hands or feet, he only opened his eyes slightly, but he wasn't noticed.

He looked ahead, and found that the cars in front were all unaffiliated martial artists, and the car in front were seniors.

After passing through the bluestone gate with upside-down fangs and entering the interior of the Ghost City, the members of the Red Lotus Sect extinguished the torches and walked in front in silence, crossing the wooden trestle bridge suspended by iron chains, and stopped on the huge central altar-shaped column.

"The leader said that these people should be detained separately, especially those from Qinglian Valley."

"I just saw that one of the last cars was wearing the same clothes..."

People from the Red Lotus Sect came over, Mu Bai immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, and remained motionless.

He was dragged out of the iron cage and carried into the prison car where the disciples of Qingliangu were being held.

The man closed the cage door, led the rope across the narrow bridge on the other side of the altar, and led them into the depths of the ghost city.

Qin Jiuge saw that Mubai was covered in mess, and carefully grabbed his shoulder and shook it: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai..."

Mu Bai was afraid of being noticed by the Red Lotus Sect, so he still closed his eyes and did not make a sound.

Thrush picked up his wrist to feel his pulse.

Mubai held his breath.

With the senior sister's medical skills, it is easy to find that he is awake.

Sure enough, Huamei carefully checked his breathing and pulse, but there was no words for a long time.

Just when Mubai was nervous, he heard a "wow" from outside and burst into tears: "Xiao——Bai—you must hold on, don't die! Woooooo..."

Mubai: "..."

He really wanted to complain: Teacher—sister—your acting skills are so exaggerated!Do you know if you want to buckle the chicken legs?