"King Dalun Ming, are you really the national master of a country? It seems to me that you are pretending."
"You actually did that villain's thing."
Duan Yu scolded.
Jiumozhi smiled: "I, the King of Tubo, like the Buddhism of Tianlong Temple very much and would like to invite me to go to Tubo to spread Buddhism.
This move is conducive to the friendship between the two countries and allows each other to exchange what they need, so there is no need to talk about villains. "
Duan Yu was so angry that he couldn't speak. When had he ever seen such a shameless person?
He was so angry that he wanted to curse.
'I had known that I would learn Yiyang Finger from my father and uncle...'
‘Now it’s a bit stretched. ’
Jiumozhi looked at the monks.
I thought to myself.
‘Young disciples of the Duan family, and such masters, their internal strength is not very strong, but even I have never seen that kind of footwork. ’
‘When did Old Man Xingxiu have such a beloved disciple? There was no rumor in the world. ’
Tianryuji Nishimoto, Master Kurong, Duan Zhengming and others looked at Jiumozhi angrily and wanted to surround Jiumozhi.
His martial arts attainments are indeed profound, but he wants to break out among so many masters in Tianlong Temple.
In fact, it wasn't that Jiumozhi didn't want to run, but that he couldn't run.
Duan Yu kept wandering in front of him.
No matter which direction, Duan Yu could always predict him.
And you can't fight yet. If you are not careful, the internal strength you have cultivated for many years will be reduced to nothing.
‘I’ll hit Duan Zhengming several times on the left and run to the right. This kid will definitely go back to rescue him. ’
Having an idea, Jiumozhi immediately fired out several flaming knives, hitting Duan Zhengming, Ben Yin and others.
In the previous fight, Duan Zhengming was injured and could not withstand it no matter what.
Duan Yu turned around and helped Duan Zhengming block the flame knife.
Jiumozhi smiled secretly.
‘Boy, there is no plan. ’
Then he escaped from the door of Muni Hall. Eight or nine of his subordinates were still there. Let them block him. If he escaped, it would not be difficult at all.
Thinking like this, Jiumozhi had already arrived at the door.
Just when he thought he had escaped.
A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Bang!
Jiumozhi's face had the mark of a size 12 shoe, and his face became red and swollen.
"Go back." Jiang Ye ordered.
Jiumozhi retreated in a daze.
who I am? where am I?
After a while, Jiumozhi came back to his senses and stared blankly at Jiang Ye, Nishimoto, and Duan Zhengming and Duan Yu who were all wearing Buddhist glaring Vajra appearances.
"Who are you?"
"I am King Jiumozhi, the great master of Tubo. Please give Tubo some face."
Jiumozhi handed over his hand.
He can bend and stretch, and he doesn't care about the redness and swelling on his face or the marks from his size 12 shoes.
Jiang Ye sneered: "Who do you think you are? Can you represent vomiting..."
He suddenly remembered that Jiumozhi could indeed represent Tubo, and as long as he requested, Tubo and Dali could go to war.
"Sorry, I spoke too loudly just now." Jiang Ye's face changed instantly.
Jiumozhi secretly thought, fortunately this person is a pustule and was actually frightened...
When he was still secretly proud.
Sudden.
Snapped!
There were slap marks on the other side of his face.
"Who do you think you are?"
"I, Jiang Ye, still need to explain to you my actions throughout my life."
Jiang Ye wiped his hands.
There was so much sweat on this man's face.
dirty.
"Go over here and challenge Duan Yu."
"Duan Yu, let me teach you a new language, what do you think?"
Jiang Ye turned to Duan Yu and said.
Duan Yu's eyes lit up.
"Brother Jiang Ye, you are also in Dali City. Why don't you come to me and let me fulfill my duties as a landlord?"
"Yu'er, is he the brother Jiang Ye you mentioned?" Duan Zhengming asked.
Hu Hu nodded: "My nephew's slang language was taught by Brother Jiang Ye."
It turns out that this person is Jiang Ye.
Duan Yu learned all his kung fu from Jiang Ye.
Duan Yu didn't hide this matter, he told him everything.
Immediately he was glad that he was not angry with this person because of a horse, but because of Corporal Li Xian.
Not to mention anything else, the other party's internal strength is so strong that none of the ten of me can match it.
"We meet again, His Majesty the Emperor." Jiang Ye smiled.
"The good man turned out to be Yu'er's savior, but Duan Zhengming didn't treat him well." Duan Zhengming said.
He didn't like the title emperor that much. Instead, he considered himself a martial arts person.
One hundred and fifty years ago, the Duan family's ancestors moved out from the hinterland of the Central Plains of the Song Dynasty. Before that, the Duan family was a famous martial arts family.
Jiumozhi on the side was trembling.
He had never seen Jiang Ye's palm before, with its strange moves and internal power.
What surprised him even more was that the other party's internal strength was really strong and unfathomable.
The inexplicable chill in my heart suddenly increased.
He, Jiumozhi, had never seen anything like it. From a young monk to a master of the Tubo Kingdom, no one knew the ups and downs.
But he was afraid of Jiang Ye, a boy.
The three people chatting with each other did not pay attention to him at all, and they were not afraid that he would take the opportunity to escape.
What confidence this is.
"I dare to ask Senior Jiang Ye if he has any advice."
The strength is terrifying, and at such a young age, he is definitely the kind of person who can take part in nature and rejuvenate his youth.
It is said that there is such a martial arts in Lingjiu Palace of Tianshan Mountain.
"No advice."
"It's better to let Duan Yu teach you."
Jiang Ye chuckled.
He wouldn't do anything to bully Jiumozhi.
Jiumozhi breathed a sigh of relief. If it was Duan Yu, even if he couldn't beat him, he wouldn't necessarily be afraid.
If he was willing to expend his inner strength, he could strike out with a flaming knife while Duan Yu was absorbing his inner strength.
He lives and dies.
I didn't intend to fight hard before, I just wanted to run.
We can't run away now, so this method is just the last resort.
"Then let me ask brother Duan Yu for advice." Jiumozhi looked at Duan Yu.
Duan Yu whispered in Jiang Ye's ear, "Brother Jiang Ye, I can't beat him. I can't even get one meter closer to him."
"And the internal strength is not enough. The few Shang Yang Sword Qi are basically exhausted."
Seeing Duan Yu's anxious look, Jiumozhi felt a little more confident.
hateful.
He is a majestic Tubo national master and a generation of divine monks, but he is begging for mercy.
Thinking of this, Jiumozhi felt sad and angry.
Murong Bo, you mistook me!
On the other side, Jiang Ye smiled and said nothing.
The index finger of his left hand touched one of the eight meridians of Duan Yu's Qi Meridian, and his own internal energy surged out.
The boundless Beiming Qi, which embraces all rivers, will not reject anyone who comes from the same source of internal energy.
Duan Yu quickly disconnected and resisted Jiang Ye's internal power.
Jiang Ye gave it, but Duan Yu couldn't refuse even if he wanted to.
"Brother Jiang Ye, this is the inner strength you have accumulated for many years. You gave it to me. What will you do?"
"Not short of this little internal strength."
He practiced three kinds of magical skills at the same time, and the internal power of his Dantian was compressed to an extremely high degree, and his skill level was also higher than Duan Yu's.
Give Duan Yu part of his internal energy.
Sprinkle some water~
Complete the internal energy.
Jiang Ye said, "I'll only say it once."
He told Duan Yu in order each acupuncture point where the Shenyun Six Paths Sword operates.
Duan Yu looked at Jiang Ye and felt very happy.
With the Shenyun Six Paths Sword, there is no need to worry about being unable to deal with that monk.
Duan Zhengming saw his nephew getting more and more excited, and he couldn't help but become curious.
What did Jiang Ye say to his eldest nephew?
You must know that the eldest nephew has not been interested in martial arts since he was a child. If he is forced to learn, it is common for him to run away from home.
