The moment the national teacher was shot flying, everyone was dumbfounded. This is not archery, but grabbing sandbags, right? Hit up one by one, and die faster than anyone else!
The body of the national teacher drew a beautiful parabola in the air.
Everyone raised their heads in unison, their eyes followed the parabola and turned their necks, trying to see where the master of the country would be shot, but... they disappeared.
The young daughter of the prime minister's family shot Ye Luo's famous master of the state and disappeared!
Are they dreaming
"Master—"
The disciples of the National Master Hall who were watching from the audience made a mess and rushed out in a panic.
Eunuch Fu managed to get up from the puddle, but before he could stand still, he was knocked back into the puddle by a group of disciples from the National Teacher Hall.
The first disciple's first reaction was to look for his master, but when he walked to the edge of the duel stage and was about to jump off, he suddenly thought of something, stopped, and looked at Ji Mingxiu coldly.
Ji Mingxiu allowed him to look at him generously.
His eyes fell on the blood moon bow in Wang Shu's hand in an instant: "Impossible...there is only one blood moon bow..."
Ji Mingxiu raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean my Blood Moon Bow is fake?"
Of course the eldest disciple would not think that the other party's Blood Moon Bow was fake, if there was one that must be fake, it must be in the master's hands.
In this way, it can explain why the little girl was shot for a long time, but nothing happened.
The eldest disciple looked serious, and said in a cold tone: "You must have taken advantage of my master's injury to secretly replace his old man's bow after finishing!"
Not stupid, boy.
But how could the treacherous prime minister admit such a thing
Ji Mingxiu said with an innocent face: "It's very unreasonable for you to say that. You can't just say that I stole your things just because my family's ancestral bow looks the same as yours."
The eldest disciple frowned and said, "But I never heard that the Ji family also has a blood moon bow!"
"I just discovered it." Ji Mingxiu said without changing his expression, "I saw the bow in the hands of the national teacher that day, and I remembered that there was an identical bow in the warehouse of my Ji family, so I took it out. try."
The eldest disciple said anxiously: "You...you lied!"
Ji Mingxiu sighed and said: "What is there to lie about the truth? I remember you said just now that only your master can draw your Yeluo's blood moon bow. If this bow is really your master's, why did you tell me the truth?" Can the prime minister's daughter also use it easily?"
"This..." the eldest disciple choked.
He had never heard of two blood moon bows in the world, and his intuition told him that the bow in that little girl's hand belonged to the master!
But... if it was really Master's, why was she able to open the bow
One must know that even a disciple with his seniority could not use the Blood Moon Bow before completing the sacrificial ceremony.
Ji Mingxiu said: "Also, you insisted that I changed your master's bow. May I ask how I changed it? You guarded the side hall all night. Did anyone go in? Don't you know?"
That's right, there were disciples patrolling the courtyard all night, and he was sure no one approached.
On the roof of Changhuan Hall, the golden eagle stretched its wings, revealing a white one on the left and a white one on the right.
It is true that humans have never been here, but we beasts have come more than once!
Ji Mingxiu said again: "Besides, if it is true that I replaced your master's bow as you said, then wouldn't the bow in your master's hand just now be a fake? If it is fake, your six junior brothers will also give you a fake bow." What was it shot at?"
The eldest disciple was completely speechless.
That's right, if the bow in the master's hand is not real, why are the juniors injured so badly
Could it be that... Master's bow is real
Are there really two Blood Moon Bows in the world
His mind is very confused now.
If the master's bow is real, why was this little girl shot so many times and nothing happened? Who is she
If the master's bow was fake, how did the juniors get hurt
His whole body went into a dead end.
On the seats under the stage, Qiao Wei poured a cup of tea for Mr. Huo: "Thank you, Mr. Huo."
Master Huo's face was paralyzed, and he took a sip of tea.
Beside him, Zhu Er's face was paralyzed, she took the non-existent teacup, and took a sip of the non-existent tea.
On the other side, a disciple of the National Teacher Hall came to look for the eldest disciple and told him that the national teacher was finally found, but the situation of the national teacher was not optimistic.
The national teacher was shot to pieces by the blood moon bow in his heyday. Yesterday, he was poisoned and only had 70% power left. One can imagine the extent of the damage.
The eldest disciple is in a turmoil!
Ji Mingxiu gloated at the senior disciple, as if saying, how about it? Can your old man still fight? Come up if you can, and abuse my daughter again!
The eldest disciple is not well!
Ji Mingxiu said: "Oh, the master of the country will not come back, right? Then what should we do? The time for a stick of incense has not yet arrived, should we continue to break the formation or continue to break the formation?"
Broken hair ah? !
In the formation of eight people, the eyes of the formation are gone, leaving only one big disciple.
Is this kind of formation still useful
It's already broken, okay? !
The disciple's lungs were about to explode.
No matter how unwilling the people in the National Teacher Hall are, they lost this round.
The dignified Yeluo Guoshi Palace lost to a little girl, and it was really laughable when it was spread.
Ji Mingxiu said: "Two wins in three rounds. There is no need to compete in the next round. We won. Shouldn't the bet your master promised me back then be honored?"
The eldest disciple's face turned pale, and his fists were clenched and rattling.
Ji Mingxiu withdrew his calm expression, and there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes: "I am willing to accept the bet. If your National Teacher Hall dares to renege, don't blame me for not thinking of the friendship of the same family!"
The color of the eldest disciple's face faded in an instant.
This man always looks easy-going and calm, but the moment of ruthlessness just now made him realize clearly that Ji Mingxiu can do anything! If they dare to renege on their debts, Ji Mingxiu will definitely make them pay in blood!
Ji Mingxiu walked slowly towards the eldest disciple, his voice was not loud, but every word made people tremble with fear: "Go back and tell your national teacher, I will give him three days to explain what happened after the death, and after three days, I will personally come to the door and collect his loss. Give me something."
The eldest disciple... is like falling into an ice cellar!
Ji Mingxiu turned around and walked to the edge of the dueling platform, and hugged Wang Shu who was waiting eagerly for the national teacher to return.
Holding the blood moon bow in his arms, Wang Shu asked his father, "When will the old man come back? Why did he disappear all of a sudden?"
Haven't played enough yet.
Ji Mingxiu fondled her head and said, "The old man is getting old, so he has to go back to rest."
Wang Shu spread his hands: "But I still want to play, Dad, you can play with me!"
The Prime Minister staggered and almost fell!
Children, it is okay to cheat the teacher of the country, but it is not allowed to cheat the father!
…
This duel was much more exciting than expected. Although I didn't see the duel between the Priest Sword and the Blood Moon Bow, what I saw today was probably much more exciting than what I could see in my entire life.
The child was hugged softly in the prime minister's arms, playing with the tassels hanging from the prime minister's official hat with a pair of fleshy little hands, with picturesque features, as delicate as a porcelain doll that would shatter when touched.
Who would have thought that it was this little guy who easily defeated Ye Luo's national teacher.
All the officials couldn't believe it was true until they left the palace.
Ji Mingxiu and his party boarded the carriage happily.
When the national teacher issued a war post to the Ji family, the Ji family's condition was to return Princess Zhaoming's body and hand over the life of the national teacher. Now that they have won, Princess Zhaoming can finally be buried in peace. As for the arrogant National Division-
"Master Priest!"
When the carriage drove out of the palace gate, a familiar voice sounded behind the carriage.
Ji Mingxiu slowly opened the curtain of the car window.
The eldest disciple ran over with sweat profusely, not knowing what he had experienced just now, but his aura was completely different from before.
When he saw Ji Mingxiu, his throat moved, and he knelt down without saying a word.
Ji Mingxiu said with a half-smile, "What is the wizard going to do?"
The first disciple lowered his head and said: "Master, the old man was seriously injured, half of his life cultivation has been crippled. Please, Lord Priest, hold your hand high and spare my master's life!"
Qiao Wei clicked her tongue, but she couldn't tell that this apprentice was quite affectionate.
Ji Ming said casually, "What if I don't forgive?"
The eldest disciple said: "I have what the priest wants here. If the priest is willing to let my master go, I am willing to offer it with both hands!"
Ji Mingxiu smiled lightly: "What can be worth the life of Master Yeluo?"
The eldest disciple said sternly: "I know that the ordinary baby has fallen into the eyes of the priest, but what if it is the priest's own life? In addition to your younger brother's, two lives are exchanged for my master's life. This deal, the priest Think it’s worth it?”
"What do you mean?" Qiao Wei probed over.
The eldest disciple sighed and said, "Did the priest and little Dolma ask Mu Qiuyang for the murderer who hurt Princess Zhaoming, but Mu Qiuyang didn't agree to the priest? In fact, it's not that Mu Qiuyang didn't want to agree, but It was because he couldn't agree, the murderer died a few months ago. He was the last person who practiced the Nine Yang Palm to the ninth level. Except for him, no one in the world can untangle the body of the priest and Lingdi. palm poison."
Qiao Wei could see that he wasn't lying, and lifted the curtain to the maximum: "It doesn't matter if he is dead, where is the secret book?"
As soon as the eldest disciple heard this, he knew that the other party had also made up his mind to practice qigong to detoxify, and said solemnly: "What I want to say is this. He was burned to death at home at that time, and the secret books were also burned, but I Master has a complete rubbing in his hand, as long as you promise to release my master, I will steal the secret book... for you!"