Chapter 722: The Half-Saint Disappears

Mu Lingzi walked extremely fast on the chain bridge, and he always carried his hands behind him, in the blink of an eye, Mrs. Gong had already arrived in the middle of the bridge, Xu Qing was about to follow, when a gust of wind suddenly sounded in his ears, and the big white ape next to him jumped onto the chain bridge, it didn't care whether the old man on the bridge was steady or not, and jumped three times and rushed to the opposite side.

If the speed of Mu Lingzi walking on the chain bridge just now is a car, then the big white ape is a sports car, it took less than five seconds to be rushed behind Mu Lingzi, and jumped directly over his head with a kick, the ape arm suddenly stretched out and accurately grabbed the iron cable that was used as a handrail, bowed forward and jumped ten zhang away, where could the chain bridge withstand its tossing, and began to shake violently.

Rao is Mu Lingzi was so skilled that he didn't dare to put his hands behind him anymore, and quickly buckled the handrail cable, at this time, the big white ape jumped on the top of the opposite side, smashed his chest with his fist, and raised his head from time to time to let out a burst of oooh strange screams, which reminded Xu Qing of a very famous western piece, what is it called King Kong.

Mu Lingzi was put on a scene by Tiankui's uncle, who told him not to know how to respect the elderly, but he had to cross the chain bridge in front of the uncle, and the big white ape also has a temper, and it seems that it is not small.

Xu Qing smiled, stepped on the chain bridge, tried to take two steps, and felt that the iron rope under it was very strong, as long as he didn't meet the big white ape trick-or-treating, he could also pretend to be thirteen, to put it bluntly, it was a child who saw the big chicken, and there was nothing to show off.

The two walked across the chain bridge one after the other, the scenery in front of them was impressively cheerful, here can no longer be regarded as a mountain, the mountain is still a mountain, but the peak has been completely bulldozed, hundreds of acres of mountains are separated from each other to build more than ten old two-story small attics, there is no splendid palace garden, it looks like an illegal building of a water.

It is worth mentioning that in addition to the attic, there are a few acres of thin fields, a few vegetable fields, there are a lot of fruit trees planted on the mountain, the climate here seems to be regardless of the season, it is now in the □□, many fruit trees have been fruitful, and the branches are pressed into a bow.

It is difficult to associate such a paradise-like place with the three words of Shengwutang, Xu Qing saw that there were two little old ladies who looked more than half a hundred years old and were busy with hoes in the vegetable furrow, as if they were loosening the soil and preparing to sow seeds.

Mu Lingzi stroked his beard and smiled: "Xu Xian, is this kind of Holy Martial Hall a little surprising?" ”

Xu Qing nodded and said, "Yes, I have been to the inner gate of the Lu family before, and the living conditions in that place are much stronger than here." In fact, he wants to say that there is no comparison between the two, just like the difference between a five-star hotel and a small country hotel.

Mu Lingzi smiled indifferently and said: "People who practice martial arts have enough food and drink, and if they live too comfortably, they will lose their roots, you look at those two martial artists who grow vegetables, any of them can make Lu Huanyu respect like a god when they go to the Lu family." ”

Xu Qing nodded and smiled, he thought that Mu Lingzi's words were still very reasonable, I am afraid that everyone who goes out to grow vegetables in the Holy Martial Hall is at the peak of the realm, and it is indeed much stronger than Lu Huanyu, at least Yang Fan's guy must be respectful when he sees the people in the Holy Martial Hall, if he runs into the Lu family, his identity will be completely reversed.

"Where is the Holy Martial Pavilion? I want to get down to business as soon as possible. To be honest, Xu Qing felt that this kind of Shengwu Hall was more intimate and casual, as if he had returned to the small mountain village where he once lived, if it was a majestic and oppressive palace or something, it would be unpleasant.