"At that time, Senior Hong took me down the mountain to a bandit den and stole the pheasant of King Mountain."
Deng Jiuling continued nonsense: "Senior saw that I was running too slowly, so he taught me a set of postures and asked me to practice every day."
"In order to eat chicken, I practice hard every day for several years in a flash."
"Not long ago, my uncle taught me the exercises, and I suddenly discovered that this light work is very good."
It turns out that this is the truth
As Deng Jiuling's voice fell, the disciples of the Eight Great Hall fell silent.
"If I had known it earlier, eating chicken would please Senior Hong, why would I... also eat chicken!"
Among the crowd, Xu Zhongyang burst into tears and was extremely depressed.
Deng Jiuling ran into an old beggar at random when he was seven years old.
Two people team up to eat chicken, so Deng Jiuling can practice martial arts like a peerless one
At this moment, the entire Xuanbing Palace was speechless.
"No matter how you say it, Ma Liu has learned Tiyunzong. From today on, his identity is naturally completely different."
Tai Chi Taoist said solemnly: "Next, we must determine whether Ma Liu is a disciple of Master Hong Qi's or... a brother?"
Hum!
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the Daojun suddenly became unsightly.
If Deng Jiuling was a disciple of Hong Qi, then he would be the younger brother of Daojun.
Although this is unthinkable and even ridiculous, it is still acceptable.
But if Deng Jiuling was the brother of Hong Qi, then this would be a big deal.
The princes of the Daoists are secretly transmitted, and they are not heard by others.
But the Daoist monarchs did not slow down the lame man.
and so!
At this moment, the old lame man also had a strange expression and a look of amazement.
"Dear fellow daoists, may I ask... how to confirm?" the old lame man asked tentatively.
At this moment, the old crip felt his head dizzy.
Deng Jiuling was able to become a disciple of Hong Qi, which is already against the sky.
If Deng Jiuling went one step further, would that be terrifying, right
"It's very simple." Tai Chi Taoist with serious eyes: "Let me try, and everything will be known."
It's time to discuss it in front of Daojun and Transmit.
The impatient black-robed old man couldn't help but said in a cold voice, "I said, fellow daoists, you guys, are you going to kill my son or let my son go? Tell me something?"
When Deng Jiuling performed the show, when the ladder was vertical.
The black robe old man already understood.
I am afraid that the marriage between the Murong family and the Mosaic White Palace has completely become an issue.
Not only that, but the Murong family will suffer a big loss today.
After all, Lord Murong attacked Deng Jiuling and nearly killed Youlan, which had already violated the taboo.
Now, the black robe old man is calm.
In fact, he had already retreated in his heart.
But even so, the black robe old man still has a strong attitude.
He would not let others know what he was thinking.
After all, there is also Murong Feixion sitting in the Murong family, so there is no need to fear others!
"What happened today is indeed that my son is not right. That drop of high-grade plant essence, our Murong family doesn't need it, so it's just an apologize."
The white-robed old man also spoke: "If you Xuanbing Palace, if you want to go to war with the eighth family of my Shi family, even if you kill my son."
"However, the old man must remind you that it is my old man Feixiong who has gained a bit of retreat recently, and is thinking of finding someone to practice his hands, Jiejie!"
boom!
When the voice fell, the faces of the Daojun suddenly became ugly.
Among the eight lines of the Bu family, Murong Feixiong's martial arts is second only to Lord Shi Ditian.
But the problem is that Lord Shi Ditian has not appeared in the arena for 80 years.
No one knows whether Shi Ditian is still alive, and where the martial arts has reached.
Under such circumstances, Murong Feixiong's martial arts, naturally, is unique and powerful in the world.
It is among the five great families in the world, Murong Feixiong's martial arts, that is also the top!
Such a terrifying old monster, if he knew that his grandson had been killed, the catastrophe that day might have erupted.
The snowy area has been calm for a hundred years, and if a war breaks out, no one hopes this result will happen.
But if you let Mr. Murong go like this, where did you put the face of Xuanbing Palace
"Mom, what do you do if you work well?"
Even if Deng Jiuling pointed a knife at his neck, Master Murong was not afraid.
Instead, he roared: "If there is a kind, just fight with me."
"If Lao Tzu loses, then the marriage between Lao Tzu and You Lan will be wiped out, and the Murong family will be held accountable according to the right!"
Mr. Murong's brain is indeed not very good.
But the so-called "fool" is just relative to other Tianjiao.
In fact, Mr. Murong's head is not stupid.
It's just that you can kill an opponent with a punch.
Mr. Murong definitely wouldn't think about strategy.
and!
Young Master Murong has a very high talent in martial arts, but his emotional intelligence is not high.
This time, Young Master Murong was defeated by Deng Jiuling before he even awakened.
As a martial idiot, Young Master Murong couldn't accept such a result!
"I heard that you are a fool. What do you say can represent the Murong family?" Deng Jiuling said disdainfully.
"The son's words are the opinions of my Murong family!"
The black-robed old man said coldly: "Within a hundred meters in diameter, we draw a circle."
"You two, no matter what martial arts skills you use, you must not leave this circle."
"With a stick of incense as the limit, whoever can stay in this circle will win."
The voice fell, and the white-robed old man waved his hand, and there was a long sword in his hand.
Cang! Cang! … Cang!
Under everyone's eyes, the white-robed old man urged his true energy, and instantly drew a circle with a diameter of 100 meters on the ground.
"Ma Liu, if you can win, Miss Youlan will be yours, and my Murong family will apologize to you and immediately return to the Pure Land of Buddhism."
The white-robed old man said coldly: "If you lose, apologize to us and hand over Miss Youlan!"
"Brother Ma, I...you don't marry!" After hearing this, Youlan's pretty face was a little pale suddenly.
No matter how Deng Jiuling wins or loses.
Youlan's heart has been given to Deng Jiuling.
Whether it is the dragon catcher or the ladder, they are winning with speed, not hard work.
But Young Master Murong, who practiced his physical body horizontally, was born with supernatural power, and his hard work was extremely powerful.
Today, the battle area is limited to one hundred meters in diameter.
This has greatly restricted Deng Jiuling's light work advantage.
In such a small space, within such a short period of time, Master Murong's advantage can be maximized.
and so!
Regarding this battle, Youlan's heart was full of worries.
"Miss Youlan, you don't need to worry more, you are not talented, you can defeat this weak chicken even without light work." Deng Jiuling smiled slightly and said lightly.
The voice was not loud, but it was full of scowling, and the endless contempt for Mr. Murong.
"Mom, you look down on Lao Tzu?" Young Master Murong was furious.
"If you are a mere defeated general, dare you to cheer up with me?" Deng Jiuling said disdainfully.
"You..." Young Master Murong was furious.
"My son, you don't need to be angry, your famous weapon, the old man has let you, consign it to you."
The black-robed old man said, "Come here!"
Boom!
The sound fell, eighteen big men, panting like a cow, carried a huge coffin and stepped into the hall.
"These eighteen big men, all masters of Dacheng martial arts, are panting like a cow?"
"What is in this coffin?"
In an instant, the eight temple disciples talked a lot, all feeling curious.
Not long ago, Yue Hu, who had no Humen, contained 18 corpses in a coffin.
The Murong family in front of them also brought a coffin over.
What is in this coffin
In an instant, all Taoists were also a little curious.
Boom!
The next moment, the coffin fell to the ground, smashing a huge crack into the solid white marble floor.
Click!
The coffin board opened, and a big hammer that exuded a bloodthirsty breath and bloomed with black light appeared in front of everyone.
"Master, weapon, here it is." The black robe old man said with a fist.
"Bring me here." Young Master Murong said casually while clasping his nostrils.
This…
Hearing this, the old man in black robe blushed immediately and said embarrassingly: "It's too heavy, the old slave can't afford it."
Boom!
The sound fell, and the audience vibrated.
Although the old man in black robes is not Li Xiu, he is also a strong second step anyway.
A weapon he can't afford, how heavy is it
"Trash!" Young Master Murong, with a look of disdain: "It's only three thousand catties, how difficult is this?"
When the voice fell, Master Murong grabbed it with his bare hands, and the weapon weighing three thousand jin was already in his hand.
Under the eyes of everyone, this heavy weapon was waved tightly by Mr. Murong, like cotton.
"Although three thousand catties are very heavy, you shouldn't be able to afford it with the old martial arts?" The fat groom was a little confused.
"You know what a fart." Scarface said coldly, "Hei always said this on purpose, so that we can know how supernatural Young Master Murong is!"
Scarface guessed right, the old man in the black robe meant that.
No, at this moment, the entire Inlaid White Palace, everyone fell into silence.
Everyone's eyes were a little sluggish.
Three thousand catties of weapons, if not for horizontal martial arts practitioners, can not be lifted at all.
It is the Dao Monarchs, although they can lift the big hammer, they cannot wield combat.
Not all Daojun, without this strength.
It is the Dao Monarchs who need to expend a huge amount of qi to support the swing of the hammer.
It is important to know that the master duel, as long as it makes a little mistake, it will be killed instantly.
It took a huge amount of true energy, but at this point, a big hammer would be completely exhausted before long.
Therefore, such a heavy weapon is a second-step master, and it is almost impossible to use it.
But Young Master Murong is different!
The son of Murong was born with supernatural power, and he was also a martial artist who practiced horizontally.
He wielded the hammer, it was very playful at all, and it didn't cost any real energy.
however!
The shock of everyone, this has just begun!
Under everyone's eyes, Master Murong made a move.
One, let everyone stare wide and fall into a big horrible action.