In the twenty-third section, Wu Ming stretched out his hand to catch Youluli, but after landing on the ground, he saw that she didn't speak, just smiled, and put her head close to her chest, and he thought to himself: It seems that this little girl is not seriously injured.

After knowing that after landing, the other party still stayed in his arms and never got up. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed in his heart, and said "the most difficult to accept the grace of a beauty", this sentence to describe Wu Ming's current state of mind, but it is the most appropriate. Yululi has a crush on him, and now even if she is a pig, she can feel it. It's just that he still has a marriage contract with Xiaoling now, and even He Yi doesn't know how to arrange it. And it is impossible for him to do anything "Nanban Fruit King", the two will become enemies sooner or later, so only avoiding is the right way.

"What, do you want to rely on more to win?" Wu Mingzheng was embarrassed, and the words of the bitter water monk pulled him back to reality.

In just a moment, Yang Xiong and dozens of soldiers of the Guards Battalion rushed to the edge of the ice cliff one after another. The bitter water monk had already taken advantage of the delay just now and returned to the ice mushroom. The ice cliffs here are steep, and the rest of the places are slippery, smooth as a mirror, and if you don't go far away, you can only pass from under this ice mushroom.

He sat cross-legged on the ice mushroom, but he really had the trend of "one husband is the key, and ten thousand people are not open".

Wu Minggang put down Youluli, and listened to Kushui talking on the mushroom stone, and wondered: "What is the name of this master on the other side?" ”

There was still a faint flush on Youluli's face, she had fought with Kushui just now, she had suffered a big loss, and the anger in her heart had not subsided, so she heard Wu Ming ask. stroked his sideburns, and replied angrily: "That dead monk is the big disciple of Dead Wood, bitter water." ”

Wu Ming was about to answer, but the bitter water monk was already shouting on the other side: "It is said that the Central Plains is the state of etiquette, and sure enough, this lord is more elegant and decent than this female priest." When Wu Ming was on earth, he often interacted with Shaolin monks, and used to calling monks masters. It's just that this "master" and the "dead monk" are compared, and the judgment is made.

Yululi grew so big, and it was the first time she had come into contact with a strange man so closely. Although it is icy and snowy, my heart is warm and condensed at this time. The words of the bitter water monk were hitting her scales. She suddenly felt angry, and with a shake of the thunder whip, she wanted to rush forward and fight hard. saw Wu Mingzheng turning his head and looking over, his eyes blazing. Her heart moved, remembering the words of Monk Kushui just now, she suddenly softened and asked, "What now?" ”

Wu Ming observed the nearby terrain and asked, "Do you have to pass through here?" ”

Yululi replied, "Turn around here and go through an ice field. The blood ginseng grows on an ice cliff, and my master and I have been here several times, but this thing is a treasure of heaven and earth, and it can only be effective when it matures naturally and falls off the ground. ”

Wu Ming suddenly smiled bitterly in his heart, this heavenly treasure is estimated to be a product of the more abundant aura in this world. When the ginseng was on the earth, it had the effect of warming and replenishing the vitality at most, which is so suspenseful as it is said now, but since all kinds of strange beasts and spirit beasts may appear, it is not surprising that there is such a thing.

Thinking about it, he asked, "So, you have to get through from here?" ”

Seeing Yululi nodding, he shouted at the bitter water on the mushroom stone: "This little master, can you make it convenient, otherwise, I will attack it." ”

The bitter water monk clasped his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "The little monk is waiting." After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged on the mountain rock again, looking like he couldn't move.

Wu Ming nodded to everyone, took Chixiao out of the sword bag, and said to Youluli, Yang Xiong: "I'll go up and entangle him first, and then rush up after you see the shape." "Looking at the posture of this bitter water, I want to block everyone on this ice cliff. Theoretically, there can only be one person here, but Wu Ming plans for him to go up first to entangle the bitter water, and then Youluli and Yang Xiong will find the opportunity to jump onto the mushroom stone. When the time comes, with three against one, it will be nine out of ten.

After saying that, he forced it first.

The bitter water monk saw Wu Ming holding a long sword and pressing towards him step by step, but he secretly complained bitterly in his heart. There were few Southern Barbarian warriors, and according to the report of the spy pigeon, most of those generals stayed in Hanoi. Even if the new national teacher of Nanban comes, there is a master entangled, so naturally there is no need to worry.

But there are more and more idle martial artists, and just now, dozens of Cangsong Pavilion Taoist priests rushed over. Although it is not led by a wine priest, Cangmatsu Pavilion originally represents a force that cannot be underestimated. And no one can guarantee that those stinky Taoist priests of Cangsong Pavilion will jump out and help these southern barbarians? With the entangled relationship between the wine Taoist and Feng Xiangshou, this matter is very likely. What's even worse is that he was ordered to guard this mountain road, but he met such a large group of Han warriors, seeing that they and Youluli were talking and laughing, I was afraid that they would have reached an agreement a long time ago.

If you let such a group of people go there again, it will really be difficult to do this time. The master's limit is approaching, and time is running out, and this blood ginseng can't tolerate the slightest mistake. Thinking of this, there was already a cold sweat on his forehead.

Just thinking about it, Wu Ming had already snorted softly, his body jumped suddenly, and he came in the air, just to grab the mushroom stone.

Although the others were sitting, they had already raised their spirits, and at this time, they saw Wu Ming pounce. also jumped up, and the eyebrow stick also jumped up with his soft drink, as if it had been agreed in advance. He stretched out his right hand and took it, and swept it with a stick.

His purpose now is only to stall for time, and to be able to force these people back for a while. This stick danced in a half-arc, almost wrapping the entire mushroom stone tightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, as long as he held this commanding height, what could these people do to me? I can't say, I don't need those behind, you can block these people here, and when the master obtains the blood ginseng, these people will naturally retreat.

Knowing that this stick was smashed, the other party did not raise his sword to meet him. The young man kicked his feet and alternated between them, as if he were stepping on an invisible staircase in the air, moving with both feet, and healing the birds. It was raised again, and the person had already jumped over on the head.

Rao was a painstaking monk with many years of fighting experience, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and shouted: "What kind of evil art is this? In his opinion, it is impossible for a martial artist to stand in the air without a grandmaster, and this person has subverted the principle, and it must be an evil art.

Although he said it, his hand was not slow at all, the Qi Mei stick was raised upward, and Wu Ming, who was holding fire to the sky, and Wu Ming, who was shining in the air, was poked by a stick. This stick made the ripe flow and follow the trend, as if he knew in advance that Wu Ming would "Tiyun Zong". He secretly announced a Buddha horn in his heart, he couldn't say it, he was going to commit the killing precept again today, and the master would punish him if he wanted to.

As soon as the thought arose, a long whip was already whistling again. And a big gun swept over with a surging momentum, sealing his horizontal dodge path to death.

He was taken aback and stabbed himself with the stick. Whether or not they can push the young man down is unknown, but he will definitely be slashed by these two weapons. Under the shock of his heart, there was still leisure to stop Wu Ming, a little mushroom stone on his right foot, the entire sleeve on the monk's robe was bulging, and the person was already like a big bird, flying down from the mushroom stone obliquely.

In just one turn, the Mushroom Stone was lost.

Youluli stood on the mushroom stone, jumped, and smiled at the bitter water monk who was jumping in anger in the distance: "Little monk, you're not very good, you can't hold it all at once." ”

Kushui was shocked and angry, standing in place and shouting the Buddha's horn endlessly, there was a sudden "giggle" laughter from behind, and then a sweet and glutinous voice came from afar: "Yo, Kushui, you are delusional and ignorant again, right?" Beware of the master punishing you, if you suffer a loss, you will retreat, this princess has already set up a delivery array for them, and keep it for you to be angry. ”

Bitter water is also a generation of Tianjiao, Buddhism, and martial arts are all a temporary choice. It's just that this blood ginseng is related to the master's life, and he is in a hurry, and he can't help but be angry. At this time, this voice sounded to him, like pouring cold water on him. When he raised his head again, his face was already bright, and he smiled at Wu Ming and the others, turned around and left.

When Youluli saw that Kushui was leaving, she screamed, "Little monk, don't run, play with this girl again." With that, he took a leap and floated down the mushroom stone, and then disappeared around the corner of the ice cliff.

Wu Ming smiled bitterly and said to Yang Xiong, "Brother Yang, let's go." He turned his head and shouted to the hundred soldiers of the Guards Battalion behind him: "Brothers, follow closely, walk carefully against the ice cliff, and beware of falling." After saying that, he took a vertical leap, got off the ice mushroom, and chased after Yululi.

Turning this cliff, he saw Youluli standing in the snow, not moving, Wu Ming hurried over a few steps, and was about to say something, when he looked up, he was suddenly speechless.

This is a rare open land on the snow peak, about 300 meters ahead, nearly 300 monks holding Qi Mei sticks in their hands, looking at themselves murderously. The Bitter Water Monk was at the front of the group, and there were two other people next to him, one of them was burly, wearing thick warm clothes, with a high nose and blue eyes, and a standard Persian dress.

The other person was a blonde woman in a white fox fur, with her shoulders shad cut down to her waist, her mask was light and veiled, and she looked like she was falling when the wind blew. Seeing Wu Ming flashing out from behind, he immediately "giggled", and the sweet and glutinous voice sounded again: "Yo, I said bitter water, you are becoming more and more unsuccessful, just these two people will make you like this?" ”