The Gate of Fate of the Martial Arts Leader

The low martial arts master couldn't help but think, this time he really had enough.

There are still eight full days until the next report.

The plan made in advance is that if the low martial arts does not appear when it should appear, it means that something has happened, and Zhengdao must deal with it carefully.

but now……

Wu Gongdi thought about it for a long time, and felt that the Demon Sect definitely didn't want to kill himself alone, because it was almost useless.The demon sect should follow him secretly, wait to see where the martial arts masters can contact people, and then follow them, killing them by surprise.

But the Devil's Cult doesn't know how dangerous it is for those with low martial arts to already understand their own danger.

Because that person didn't mean to say something about Wu Gong, and Wu Gong was not unprepared after all.

Even if his martial arts are low, he dare not act as if he already knows the situation, otherwise he will really die.

So he started going out from time to time, as if he was about to show his feet.

The more people who follow feel that there is something interesting, the greater the chance of being able to persist until the lord comes to rescue him.

Low martial arts feel that he has grown a lot than before.

At the moment of life and death, don't be careless.

But low martial arts is still anxious.

Although I gained some time, it was not much after all.

The eldest sister said last time that a new person will come, and I don't know if the other party will find out that she is being watched and followed. If the answer is no, even the other party will be dragged down.I don't want to end up like that with my low martial arts skills.

Suffering from the fact that there is no way to contact people with low martial arts skills, there is really no way, so I have to deliberately go to some bustling taverns, markets and other places to wander around, hoping that some disciples of a certain gang can just see me, and people from the Devil's Cult behind me , learned that something was wrong, so he notified the martial arts alliance, so that the newcomers could be prepared.

That night, Wu Gong was so tired that he lay on the bed, thinking, how would a newcomer contact him?write a letter?Want someone to scout the way first?Everything is unclear.

Just about to fall asleep in a daze, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who?" Wu Gong asked in a low voice.

"A man of mystery."

The martial arts low immediately became nervous.

This dialogue is the code.

So Wu Gong Gao asked again: "A person who is like a mystery?"

"Exactly, you can guess."

"How do you guess?"

"I've come to ask you a question, and the answer is my name."

"Ok!"

"As for me, I can play football and copy novels. What is my name?"

"Your name is Xiao Ming."

"Comrade, I found you!"

Wu Gongdi opened the door, only to see a strong and strong man.

"You must be low in martial arts!" The man said, "I am your leader!"

"..."

"Call the leader!"

"..."

No matter how low the martial arts is, he never expected that this person would be so brainless that he would come to him directly.

In the words of the head of the science school, there is no sense of risk at all.

Knowing that if he doesn't run now, this newcomer will definitely die, and his martial arts is low, so he grabs Xiao Ming and runs away.

"Huh?" Xiao Ming was startled first, then smiled and said, "Alright, let's run towards the sun!"

"..."

"Haven't gone a few steps, people from the Devil's Cult surrounded him."

Wu Gonglow used the eighth set of radio gymnastics, playing desperately.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ming's skills are excellent, and he is vigorous with every punch.

Wu Gong thought to himself, this should be the reason Zhengdao sent him here.

Now, it is too difficult to find a person who has excellent intelligence and martial arts, but has never shown his face in the Jianghu.

At that time, even those with low martial arts skills were dispatched.

One can imagine how difficult it is to find a good one.

Now, looking at this person who has no intelligence, but is indeed outstanding in martial arts, his heart feels hot because of his low martial arts.

He could imagine how much Yan Tongshuo had spent trying to find someone who could come in.

With low martial arts skills, he could even imagine Yan Tongshuo frowning.

——However, no matter how good your martial arts are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives, and no matter how fierce your fists are, you will be hard-pressed to beat them with four hands.

More and more disciples of the Demon Sect flocked to this side, and those with low martial arts skills gradually felt that they had more energy than they wanted.

Originally, without Xiao Ming, relying on "swish swish swish" and "jumping movement", maybe he could break out of the Demon Cult.Although, it is only possible, but it is not impossible after all.

Now, the two of them are like fish waiting to be slaughtered on a cutting board, struggling to their death.

Wu Gong was surrounded by groups.

At this time, for some reason, he suddenly remembered what the head of the Science School once said about bees.

The head of the science school said that the wasp, also known as the hornet, is five times the length of the bee, carnivorous, and is the natural enemy of the bee.Before each hunt, one wasp will be sent out to check the situation, and then it will bring a batch of wasps to carry out brutal killings. Seven or eight wasps can kill tens of thousands of bees within a few 5 minutes.However, in Japan, the situation of wasps and bees will be different.The wasp will still send out one to check the situation, but when the wasp is swaggering around at the edge of the bee's nest, some bees will drag the wasp that is 10 times its size into the nest.The way honeybees deal with wasps is very strange. The highest heat that bees can tolerate is slightly higher than that of wasps. Therefore, a large number of bees generate high temperature by vibrating their abdomens, enveloping the wasps tightly, and finally smothering them to death. Of course, there will be some The bees die, but they can win in the end.

At that time, the head of the Science School also shared a little knowledge about Japanese snails.It is said that the shells of snails all over the world are right-handed, and only in Japan, the shells of snails are left-handed.

At that time, I was still amazed at the low level of martial arts, and asked: "Why, no matter what, as long as it has something to do with Japan, it will become so strange?"

"Well……"

Finally, the martial artist said again: "Dongying, what a strange country."

……

——Now, with low martial arts, I feel that I am like the wasp in Japan. Although I have good martial arts, I will still be surrounded to death.

After thinking about it with low martial arts skills, he decided not to die in battle, and it is best not to be seriously injured.

If you are caught, maybe you can think of a way later, looking for that glimmer of hope, to see if you can escape.

To go back—to see the leader again.

With this in mind, Wu Gong surrendered.

Seeing that the martial arts were low and no longer struggling, a group of people immediately came up and tied the two together.

……

——Martial Arts Low and Xiao Ming were locked separately.

I stayed in the prison until the next day when someone came in and said, "Come with me, the leader will personally interrogate you."

"..."

Wu Gong was low and didn't drink water for a day, his mouth was dry and he couldn't speak.

The Hierarch personally judges you...

I don't even know that my martial arts is low, but I still have this ability.

——Being tied up all the way and being taken to the civet cat altar, the man pushed him from behind, and fell into it with low martial arts skills.

It wasn't as dark inside as the day I entered Yaojitang, and there were some fires around.

"What is this for?" Wu Gong heard a condescending voice coming over: "It's loose."

"It's... the leader."

A person came over and tugged at Wu Gongdi's body, and the rope that had been tightly restraining his body was removed.

"Go down."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the last disciple in the altar had already left.

With his hands and feet free again, Wu Gong crawled low on the ground, raised his head, and looked at the person on the high platform.

The man was also looking at him.

...!

His martial arts were low and he couldn't hold on, so he fell to the ground again.

A hoarse voice came out of his throat: "Wu...Jingyun..."

impossible--

Unwillingly, he opened his eyes and looked carefully, and after a long while, he denied to himself again: "No... definitely not..."

The familiar face on the high platform showed a strange smile: "Second brother."