Cigui, a single and provocative girl in black from the Heavenly Demon Palace, struggled in embarrassment under the siege of more than a dozen disciples of the Sword Wielding Sect.
Fortunately, everyone saw her as a woman, and the situation was not clear so they could not use heavy hands, otherwise they might have already been dismembered by blades.
"Just stop." Li Daoming's voice came again from a distance, but he still didn't show up.
Hearing the sound transmission from the inspector, more than a dozen disciples withdrew their swords and retreated.
The black clothes on Cigui's body have been scratched and scratched in several places, and she no longer has the arrogant attitude of standing on the roof just now.
She was panting, her eyes stared at the leisurely Wu Zhe in the distance, full of anger.
"Don't pretend to be coquettish in public, pretend to be bullied!" Wu Zhe snorted.
"What? Lunju?" Hu Yunshang didn't understand.
"A beautiful but evil flower." Wu Zhe stared at the embarrassed Cigui and laughed.
"The one who spoke with the Sword Sect!" Ci Gui turned her head and shouted into the distance again: "What kind of thing is it that you shy away and don't dare to come out?!"
The sword-wielding sect disciples around him scolded again.
Li Daoming still did not show up in the distance, and he didn't even reply.
Ci Gui yelled with a feeling of aggrieved stomach: "You guys, I, a weak woman, came here alone, but you all rushed forward, what kind of decent family..."
"You are so kind! Hehehe." Wu Zhe laughed loudly and said, "You are welcome if you dare to come. If you challenge a disciple, we will accompany you to a one-on-one challenge. But you provoke so many senior brothers all at once. Just don't blame us for going together. This is a business that comes and goes, don't blame the stone for hitting your foot if you can't bear it!"
"Little Junior Sister is well said!" The surrounding disciples cheered. With the eloquence of being able to speak out about group fights in a righteous and normal way, this girl definitely has a bright future!
Seeing that the reasoning was not going well, Ci Gui simply asked: "Did you dare to ask this younger sister to show her true colors
"Don't dare." Wu Zhe responded shamelessly.
There was a burst of laughter around, Ci Gui choked, and then asked again: "It's fine if my sister refuses to show her true face, but can you tell me your name? It's not like you don't even want to tell me your name, right? Remember, how can I have a thought?"
"If you don't want to change your name, don't change your surname, my name is Long Aojiao!" Wu Zhe replied loudly with a sense of mischief.
"Surnamed Long? This is a rare surname, Long Aojiao, I will write it down." Cigui nodded, and said proudly to the surroundings: "At this time, my prince must have defeated the ten dazzling disciples of the sword-wielding sect. And nine potential star disciples. Within five days, I will come to visit the tenth potential star disciple. Tell him to wait for his bones to be broken!"
When the woman mentioned her own crown prince, she seemed to lift up her energy and energy, and quickly recovered the arrogance she had when she first came, and leaped proudly to the distance.
All the disciples were about to stop him, when Li Daoming's voice came from afar: "Miss Tian Yao Palace, you can leave as you go, but I want to keep the visitor card of my sect."
"What visitor card, are you polluting my conduct?" Ci Gui threw herself into the air, and angrily retorted when she heard the words.
Li Daoming said in a calm voice: "It's on your belt, and it was tied when you entered the sect. I will leave now, and I hope you will return it."
"This..." Cigui was startled, and stopped on a treetop for a while, feeling that something was wrong with the belt.
She touched the back of her waist with her hand, and suddenly found a small wooden sign.
Pulling it off and holding it in front of your eyes, it is a white lacquered wooden sign with the symbolic color of the Sword Fighting Sect, and the red character [试] is particularly eye-catching.
"Hahahaha—" All the disciples present understood immediately and let out a burst of laughter.
It turned out that Cigui broke into the sword fighting sect without permission, thinking that she was so fast that no one would notice.
But in fact, when she crossed Wojiang Peak, she was already spotted by the guards of the sect. She even secretly tied this brand on the waist belt, but she didn't know it.
"Damn it!" Ci Guihong fainted, angrily threw the sign away, and rushed away.
This man has lost a lot!
"Come and sit if you are free. Don't bring souvenirs or anything, we are familiar with each other once, so you don't have to be polite when we meet next time!" Wu Zhe shouted very eccentrically: "Walk slowly, often If you come here often, you won’t send them away!”
The disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect laughed heartily, and said goodbye to the woman who went away one after another.
When the outsiders left, Wu Zhe's disciples all gave her thumbs up.
"It's really venting! It's fun!"
"This is simply slapping her face!"
"Let her put on a show, and with just a few words from my junior sister, she won't be able to explain why she was beaten by the gang."
A disciple laughed and said, "I never imagined that you are so good at speaking, little sister!"
"Of course!" The narcissistic son Zong Zhilian's voice suddenly sounded. He had already come out of the ruined temple. He just heard this sentence and responded: "Her mouth is so natural! You don't know , she has a deep throat... oops!"
Wu Zhe kicked him to the ground.
Zong Zhilian has already received the task. There are too many people here, it is not suitable for discussion, so the four of them left and went straight to Zhanyang Town.
On the way, Wu Zhe took off the handkerchief covering his face and returned it to Mu Qingya.
"As for covering your face?" Zong Zhilian asked, "That woman can always find out who you are."
"It's better to let her work harder, if she can't find out."
Zong Zhi thought about it, and discussed: "That woman keeps saying that the prince must have defeated the Xuanxing disciple and Qianxing disciple, can she really do it?"
Wu Zhe asked: "Who is that prince? He seems very majestic."
"He is the biological son of the Heavenly Demon Palace's master. He is fifteen years old. He is the only man among the one hundred and eight disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Many people say that he is the Heavenly Demon Palace's palace master and a Xuanqi Emperor." His father is Emperor Wu, so he is called the prince." Zong Zhilian said angrily after the introduction: "It is rumored that this prince was born with unparalleled handsomeness. A woman only needs to look at her, and half of her three souls and six souls will be taken away .That's it... rumors, definitely rumors!"
Mu Qingya and Hu Yunshang wondered why Zong Zhilian was like this must be a rumor, but Wu Zhe curled his lips.
Sure enough, then Zong Zhilian said: "How can you graft the words of praising me on him? This rumorer is really hateful!"
When the three of them grinned together, he continued: "This is nothing. But it is said that this prince is so talented that he has learned the most mysterious and top-level kung fu of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the "Da Miao Hua Zhen Jing"!"
""Da Miao Hua Zhen Jing"?" Wu Zhe felt that it seemed to be a very magical classic of martial arts.
"The prince came out of the mountain after Xiaocheng, and the first place he broke into the martial arts academy of the state of Jin. Within half a day, he beat all the top masters in the academy into obedience." Zong Zhilian nodded: "until the state of Jin It was only after Guofeng made a move that he repelled him. And it was only repelling, not capturing him."
"The old man of Guofeng?" Wu Zhe felt very powerful when he heard it: "Can't even the old man of Guofeng in a big country capture him?"
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