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"It's a deal!" Mu Langjun's voice was calm, his eyes looked around the hall, he glared at Shui Tianji emphatically, and said coldly: "However, the Dead Wood Skill Mind Method can't be taught to others, give me pen and ink, and wait for me to write it silently." ”

Ziyihou waved his hand, and his own maid moved the screen, the rosewood table and chair, and took the pen and paper.

Mu Langjun didn't say a word, sat on the screen, and wrote the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

Shui Tianji's eyes are like autumn water, soft and charming like a spring breeze in March, Ying Ying smiled and said: "Childe is not afraid of that wooden man scribbling and causing you to go mad." ”

Wang Dong smiled faintly: "I'm not afraid!" ”

It was just a three-word answer, and the tone was calm and indifferent, but it had a convincing charm flowing through it.

It is impossible to say that Mu Langjun didn't think about doing something in his mind, but in the end he still vetoed this extremely tempting idea.

It's not that he is afraid of Wang Dong, just Wang made a move, and he broke the iron and gold knife lightly, which did show amazing skills, but this was not enough to make Mu Langjun, the leader of the green forest, fearful.

What he cares about is the Purple Marquis!

As the recognized number one master of martial arts in the world, even a person like Mu Langjun who is rampant and has no eyes to spare is also a little afraid.

He hated the feeling of fear, but he had to admit it.

If he used his hands and feet in the Deadwood Martial Arts Method, even if it was only a little bit, Mu Langjun was not at all sure that he would be able to hide it from the Purple Yihou.

With its expense on this. It's better to be more open. Just wait until you get this account back!

Mu Langjun sneered in his heart.

It's also a generation of heroes in the green forest. How could Mu Langjun not have a calculation in his heart? Although this deal doesn't seem to be a loss, but takes some advantage, but he is ambitious, how can he tolerate the outflow of Aoki Palace's outflow?

It's just that I'm holding back for the time being.

Wang Dong looked at Shui Tianji: "I know that the purpose of the water girl coming here is not to want Mu Langjun to obtain the gale ointment, but just now I made a deal with Mu Langjun, why don't you stop it?" It really makes me curious. ”

Shui Tianji sighed, and her voice was soft and tactful: "If I say something to stop it." Will you stop trading? ”

"No!" Wang Dong was straightforward.

"Yes!" Shui Tianji smiled skillfully, combed the long waterfall hair with her slender white jade hand, and said, "In that case, why should I work in vain? ”

Wang Dong smiled slightly and said, "Then, whether the water girl is willing to make a deal with me, I am also a little interested in the White Water Palace." ”

Shui Tianji neither refused nor agreed, still brushing a strand of hair, pursed her lips and said, "You might as well listen to what you can exchange for." ”

The rest of the people also looked at Wang Dong with curious eyes.

Wang Dong groaned slightly, and his eyes looked at a bouquet of plum blossoms in the jade vase in front of the window. With a flick of his fingers, there was a pop. This plum blossom was dragged by an invisible silk thread and thrown into the palm of his fingers.

Swish!

Wang Dong shook the plum branch in the wind, the hand was smart, the posture was even more graceful, the plum branch swayed, the petals bloomed lightly, and it actually gave people a feeling of falling and colorful, dizzying.

The plum branches trembled slightly, and each petal seemed to suddenly bloom with vitality, and the crimson color filled the vision, as if the sky was full of that fantastic and magnificent color.

The Jiaxing Dharma King, Shui Tianji and other martial arts masters have all changed color, and they have faintly felt that in the splendor, there are wisps of endless killing power!

Even the purple-clothed marquis was in a straight body, obviously slightly alarmed.

The bloom of this plum blossom is really like a tribute to life, and the mystery and change in it can no longer be described by pen and ink.

With a hula, the plum branch slowly flew out of his hand and fell into the jade bottle again.

"This is the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand of the Carefree Sect, what does the water girl think?" Wang said.

When it came to the 'Easy Sect', the little princess sitting next to Wang Dong's eyes lit up, and then pouted, she pestered Wang Dong in the past few days, wanting Wang Dong to loosen his mouth and teach the Northern Spiritual Skills to herself, but she never got her wish.

Now that I have seen the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand related to the Xiaoyao School, I am even more itchy.

Shui Tianji sighed lightly: "It's really amazing! ”

"But that's still just the surface of the craft." Wang said: "Although this martial art is only a three-way palm method, a three-way grappling hand, it is actually all-encompassing, and it can cover all kinds of blade kung fu in the world. ”

Shui Tianji covered her ears with a pair of white jade hands.

Wang Dong smiled: "Does the water girl think what I said is unbearable? ”

"Of course not!" Shui Tianji said: "I'm just afraid that if I listen to it again, I can't help but be tempted." ”

Wang said: "So, what is the water girl going to do?" ”

"I just want to say two words to you right now...... Shui Tianji said as she turned around and left, and when she walked out of the hall, she suddenly looked back and smiled: "Goodbye!" ”

The beaded curtain fell in an instant, followed by the subtle sound of the wind breaking through the clothes.

Wang Dong didn't stop him, and let Shui Tianji leave.

It didn't take long for Mu Langjun to record the deadwood technique, swing it to Wang Dong's table, and said expressionlessly: "I hope you can keep it." Heran sneered, turned around and left.

Wang Dong looked at the Dharma King of Jiaxing again, "I don't know what the Dharma King means? ”

"Amitabha!" King Jiaxing pondered for a long time, put his palms together and said: "Although the martial arts performed by the donor are exquisite, the little monk also admires them, but the little monk wants to fight with the purple-clothed marquis during this trip to the Central Plains, and the rest of the things are not imaginable now." ”

If ordinary people listen to the words of King Jiaxing, they will think that he is refusing, but Wang Dong knows that this King of Jiaxing is more martial than his life, and he traveled from Tianzhu to the Central Plains, just to fight with the Marquis of Ziyi.

This has become an obsession in his heart!

And after fighting with the Marquis of Ziyi, if there is a chance, he will not attack the king and snatch it directly!

It must be known that this Tianzhu Dharma King, although he is an extraordinary martial artist, is not a great monk with compassion.

He was an ascetic, and what he honed was not the Buddha's mind, but the way of martial arts.

King Jiaxing looked at the purple-clothed marquis: "The little monk has fought with people all his life, and he has won and never been defeated, and he is here today to compete with the first swordsman of the contemporary era, and what is it like to taste defeat?" But I hope that the Marquis will not hesitate to teach! ”

Ziyi Hou smiled and said: "I have been sparse in martial arts for a long time, how can I be the opponent of the master, if the master asks for defeat, he is indeed looking for the wrong person." ”

The purple-clothed marquis insisted on refusing, and King Jiaxing actually took out an iron hammer and iron nails, hammered them into his body, and said: "If the donor does not agree, the little monk can only seek relief by himself." ”

The purple-clothed marquis still did not move: "If the Dharma King wants to do this, there is nothing he can do about it." ”

He yawned, looked lazy, and was about to end this meeting, only to hear one person say loudly: "Hou Ye, slow down, the villain brought something, but look at Hou Ye." ”

The person who spoke was none other than Hu Buchou!

What he brought with him was neither pearls and jadeite, nor priceless ancient paintings and calligraphy, but a dead branch.

A dead branch cut off by the man in white with his sword!

At the same time, in a deep mist, flowing white air, a white-clothed man with a black sheath sword walked slowly, letting the dew wet his clothes, walking through thorns, his expression was like a rock, and his steps were even more unwavering, as if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he would never hesitate for a moment, and every step fell was one foot and seven inches.

Behind him, dozens of corpses lay horizontally, each of them killed with a sword, scattering a shocking crimson hue.

……

Now the dead branch is between the two fingers of the purple marquis.

His face, which seemed to be not interested in anything, also seemed to glow with an uncompelling look at this time, like a divine sword that had been dusted for a long time, about to be unsheathed again and crack through the sky!

Others sent rare treasures, stunning beauties, and the honorable position of the national teacher...... The purple-clothed marquis didn't even bother to take a look, Wang Xi's hand calligraphy and ink treasure, he could give it away casually, but this small piece of dead branches, he had been staring at it for a long time.

After a long time, the purple-clothed Hou Fang sighed slowly, and asked Hu Buchou: "The person who cut off this dead branch, but the white-clothed man who crossed the sea to the east?" ”

Hu Buchou nodded: "Exactly." ”

Ziyi Hou said: "Where is this person now?" ”

Hu Buchou said happily: "Hou Ye has to make a move?" ”

Ziyi Hou said: "If I don't want to make a move, where does he have anything to do with me?" Alas...... To be able to compete with such characters in swordsmanship is not to waste this life! ”

Suddenly, I heard a crack like a silk shouting: "Wait! The Venerable King Jiaxing, who had been nailed with iron nails all over his body, rushed to the front with iron nails: "If the donor wants to do something with someone, he should first fight with the little monk, although the little monk is not talented, is it not as good as the nameless swordsman?" ”

The purple-clothed marquis sighed: "Master, take a look at this person's swordsmanship. ”

As soon as the words were spoken, the dead branch in his hand had flown out of nothing.

King Gaxing raised his hand to take the dead branch, opened his eyes for a long time, his face changed back and forth, and suddenly dropped the dead branch, without saying a word, turned around and flew away. (To be continued......) I527