Chapter 122 The Hall Master

Chapter 122 The owner of the museum (ask for a monthly ticket, the fourth update!)

Seeing Wei Xiaoxiao's guard turn around and run away, Wu Qi didn't have time to think why he was here, so he snatched a wrist-removing sharp knife from Meng Xiaobai's waist, and threw it at the man with shaking hands. past. With a scream, the sharp knife shot out, and the handle of the knife hit the back of the man's head heavily, causing the man's upper body to fall forward suddenly, foaming and falling to the ground.

"Hey, my lady came to kick the martial arts gym in person, who dares to escape? Who dares to leave? If Shi Tianmo doesn't show up, you will all die." Wu Qi glared at the martial arts disciples in front of him, and yelled harshly. Zhao Chenzui's eyes were bright, seeing that Wu Qi had specifically knocked that man unconscious, he rushed forward with a group of wolf-like guards, and scattered the martial arts disciples who were standing in front with his sticks, and sent the guards along with several people around him. All the attendants were bound to Wu Qi's side.

The few men who were with the guard struggled and roared, but Zhao Chenzui yelled and beat them down with a random stick. The noses and faces of these men were bruised and swollen. The spies of the Air Patrol Division acted very quickly. They rushed up and tied the joints of these people's hands and feet with tendon ropes. go back.

Several martial arts instructors rushed out, pointing at Wu Qi and yelling sharply: "Presumptuous, this is our owner's distinguished guest, why did you kidnap him? Let him go, let him go quickly, boys, get rid of this group of people who don't know Surround yourself with dead and alive guys." With the scolding of these instructors, a large group of martial arts disciples pulled out their weapons one after another, or picked up stone locks and wooden sticks that they had at hand, and slowly formed a circle, and Wu Qi and others People surrounded the square.

On the wall of the Shijiaguan, warriors who watched the excitement gradually appeared. Those warriors who feared the chaos of the world were either sitting on top of the wall, or lying on the wall, laughing and pointing in this direction. Someone even blew a sharp whistle, pointing at this side and yelling loudly: "The bastard of the Shijiaguan, he is here to kick the hall. According to the rules of the world, we will fight with them with real knives and guns. Many people bully others. less?"

Wu Qi burst out laughing, he let out a long laugh, cupped his hands and bowed to those warriors who were watching the excitement on the wall, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your righteous words! Today our lady has taken a fancy to the foundation of the Shijiaguan, and brought the brothers to kick it The hall is grabbing the venue, and please be a witness, if we beat Shi Tianmo to the ground today, this Shi’s house hall will belong to us.”

Many warriors on the wall burst out laughing and echoed Wu Qi's clamor. Some people came to look for bad luck in Shi's house, this is a rare excitement, these warriors wished that they would bleed into rivers, so they all cursed, calling Shi Tianmo a shrinking old turtle, who only knows how to bully a ranger who has no power, When encountering a really ruthless character coming to the door, they just shrank back and dared not come out to meet people.

In the midst of this chaos, four of the eight ghosts dressed as servants from a good family had already mixed into the crowd and sneaked into the backyard of the Shijiaguan. The sky is bright and the sun is bright, the world is clear, and the evasion methods of ghosts and immortals who have cultivated as ghosts to become yin gods have lost their effect under the sun, so they can only sneak into the Shijiaguan by taking advantage of the chaos in the front field.

With their present attire, they are no different from the servants of ordinary rich families, but they have not attracted the attention of others.

Wu Qi was still clamoring loudly here, sticking to the so-called rules of the rivers and lakes, and wanted people from the Shijiaguan to come forward and fight him. But the teachers present were all people who could not control themselves, they just ordered many disciples to form a huge circular encirclement to surround everyone, and kept compressing the space of everyone, but they didn't dare to talk to Wu Qi. He is not qualified to decide the future of Shijiaguan.

There was a lot of whistles and whistles all around, and the warriors watching the excitement became louder and louder. The masters of the Shijiaguan did not show up, and nearly 3,000 people surrounded hundreds of warriors who came to kick the gymnasium. This is a big trick. If it gets out, the reputation of the Shi family hall will be tainted by the boss. These warriors shouted and cursed wantonly, and even greeted Shi Tianmo's eighteen generations of ancestors for a round.

Just when the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, a high-pitched and long howling sound suddenly came from several courtyards inside the Shijiaguan. A deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded amidst the long whistles: "Where is this junior so presumptuous? How dare you come to the Shijiaguan to cause trouble? All the incompetent people, don't get out of here."

In the end, the word "get away" sounded like thunder, and nearly a thousand martial artists who were lying or standing on the wall exclaimed at the same time, blood splattered out of everyone's ears, and all of them turned over unsteadily. Fell off the wall and fell half to death.

Accompanied by the sound of scolding, a group of twenty or so men wearing black robes and various weapons hanging from their waists walked out slowly from the hall at the end of the square under the leadership of an octogenarian. Many martial arts instructors present breathed a sigh of relief, and they all laughed and said, "The young master is here, we are relieved. The young master is well, how are you?"

Shi Wugou, the only son of Shi Tianmo, a congenital master of the god realm, enjoys a high reputation in the martial arts world of Jidu. After all, it is extremely difficult for a martial artist who has no family and no family to cultivate to the innate realm, let alone break through the innate breath-receiving realm and advance to a higher stage. Unless the disciples of the thirteen sects of the Immortal Dao of the Great Yan Dynasty have a complete cultivation inheritance and a spiritual root endowment that is more suitable for cultivation, it is almost impossible for ordinary warriors to cultivate to the advanced stage of the innate realm.

As warriors, Shi Tianmo is said to have cultivated to the peak of the innate fetal breath, and Shi Wugou has also reached the innate conjoined god state. The cultivation base of the father and son is already the absolute top master-level figures in the Jianghu Dao of the Great Yan Dynasty. So as soon as Shi Wugou appeared, many of the martial arts disciples dispersed one after another, and formed a neat line on the left and right sides of the square, no longer the tense look of swords being drawn just now.

Shi Wugou's stature is not tall, that is, about six feet tall, clean and thin body, white beard, tied in a bun on his head with a red string, it is said that he is also over a hundred years old, but Shi Wugou Wugou's smooth skin looks like a young man's. The so-called Hetongyan is exactly what he looks like. He was wearing a black long robe with wide sleeves, and a long sword that was almost as tall as his figure was hung on his waist, and he came to Wu Qi with three steps and three swings.

Disdainfully glanced at Wu Qi, who concealed all his aura with the secret method of stealing the sutras, and the exposed fluctuation of internal force was only Wu Qi who was in the innate state of nourishing the pulse, Shi Wugou shook his head. He cast a sideways glance at Princess Zhang Le, Princess Zhang Le's five-color divine light was concentrated in her body, her whole body was chaotic, and her aura was obscure and hard to detect. Shi Wugou could barely sense that Princess Zhang Le probably also had the innate cultivation of the pulse-nourishing realm or a little higher, but that was all.

With a cold snort, Shi Wugou shouted in a low voice: "You were the ones who injured my Shijiaguan disciples? Forget it, all the guards crippled their own arms, and this little girl stayed in front of my Shijiaguan door to kneel and worship three times." Day atonement, and then a generous compensation for the soup and medicine expenses of my injured disciples, this matter will be over. You young people don’t know the heights of heaven and earth. Fortunately, you came to our Shijiaguan and met such benevolent people as the old man. If you enter any other martial arts school, you will suffer a lot."

Shi Wugou's attitude was extremely high, but Wu Qi and Princess Zhang Le didn't appreciate it.

After hearing his words, Princess Zhang Le couldn't help but sneer and said: "Let me kneel down and worship for three days to atone for my sin? Hey, this lady is so grown up, you are the first old man who dares to talk to me like this." Princess Zhang Le's eyes The fierce light flickered in the center, and he sized Shi Wugou's dry and skinny figure viciously, trying to figure out where to strike before he could hit him hard.

Wu Qi looked Shi Wugou cautiously up and down. A martial artist who is innately in the realm of God? Hey, this Shi Wugou has clearly reached the realm of innate fetal breath, and it is the peak of the realm of innate fetal breath. In particular, Shi Wugou's skin was shiny and lubricated, and there was an abnormal blue color faintly under his skin. He had clearly cultivated some kind of strange cultivation method that mainly focused on exercising the body. Musha?

Strange lights of four colors flashed in his eyes, and Wu Qi had already seen through Shi Wugou's fiction and reality. If it wasn't for the fact that there is such a technique for cultivating eyes in the Pirate Sutra, Shi Wugou might have really concealed it today. The exercises he practiced are extremely weird, and the zhenqi in his body is not very strong, but all the strength is concentrated on his body. Shi Wugou's physical strength, roughly estimated, is almost stronger than Wuqi's today. More than ten times.

Filling his eyes with innate energy, Wu Qi couldn't help shaking his head when he clearly saw the dazzling dizziness emanating from Shi Wugou's powerful body.

No wonder Lai Ai told Princess Yingchuan that the person who assassinated Yan Buzhi was related to Shijiaguan. Looking at Shi Wugou's situation, how can he be a warrior? Behind him, there is at least one existence equivalent to the thirteen sects of Great Yan Immortal Dao. It's also thanks to Lai Ai's business in Jidu for so many years that even Renwang Yan Xianchen has become his apprentice. If it weren't for this, who would have thought that a martial arts gym on Xiongwu Street would dare to assassinate the current Duke?

With a soft sigh, Wu Qi took out a full three hundred high-quality Explosive Flame Talismans produced by the Tianling Sect from the storage ring. He threw the Explosive Flame Talisman tightly bound into a bundle with a red string to Shi Wugou, and Shi Wugou, who reacted extremely quickly, grabbed the thick stack of 'papers'.

"What is this? What are you doing with this old man?" Shi Wugou looked at the explosive flame talisman that was so densely tied up with red strings that he couldn't see its original appearance, and looked at Wu Qi in great surprise. He weighed the bunch of Explosive Flame Talismans, it was just a stack of papers, and there was no fragrance or poison on it, it didn't look like a hidden weapon used to plot against people?

Wu Qi grabbed Princess Zhang Le's little hand, turned around and ran back.

After running tens of feet away, Wu Qi's thought moved, and the thick stack of Explosive Flame Talismans in Shi Wugou's hand suddenly exploded.

The flames swept across a radius of hundreds of feet, Shi Wugou was blown so that he was covered in black smoke and flew backwards, light blue blood sticky like ink was continuously sprayed out from his ruptured body. The twenty or so innate warriors behind him didn't even have time to let out a miserable howl, and were blown to pieces on the spot.

Those martial arts disciples who lined up neatly in the square were howling miserably. They were some distance away from the center of the explosion, but three hundred Explosive Flame Talismans exploded together. The power of the top-grade 'Nine Heavens Thunder Flame Talisman' drawn by the immortal with all his energy. Nearly a thousand martial arts disciples were thrown into the air by the shock wave, and fell heavily dozens of feet away.

There was a mess everywhere, and there was blood everywhere.

A long roar like a wild beast suddenly sounded from the backyard of the martial arts hall. A hard, cold, and emotionless voice came from afar: "Who dares to hurt my child, doorman? Take your life!"

The blast tore apart the flames from the explosion of the Explosive Flame Talisman, and a tall figure appeared in front of Wu Qi carrying the seriously injured Shi Wugou.

Zhu Tou was still working hard on the code words, and when he saw the monthly pass, he immediately came up to add a new chapter.

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