Seven days passed.

At this time, Huang Yu's gestures were unremarkable, if he wore a scribe's robe, he would be like an ordinary scholar from a poor family, not only did he lose his internal strength, but he also faded a lot because of the genetic enhancement of the living people who were like food chain predators.

But this kind of him made Ji Wushuang, who was gradually recovering his skills, even more afraid, because ordinary martial arts people need to practice hard day after day to get to this point, but also need to have enough talent and enough excellent exercises, but in just seven days, Huang Yu has gone from a rookie to a good player in the rivers and lakes.

Although he didn't really do it, but with Ji Wushuang's eyesight, Huang Yu's internal strength was already first-class in the rivers and lakes, especially when he was also the [Donkey Kong Fist Method] taught by Gu Yuexuan, even if he couldn't master the essence in a short period of time, but his divine power was amazing, and he could sweep one side with this alone, and his combat power was not weaker than that of Mohu Luojia in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, not to mention that he also had the hole cards of invulnerability and inhuman physique.

Even if Xuan Mingzi is in person, he can't end up well, after all, he is famous for his poisonous skills, but he is just restrained against Huang Yu, and he has seven CDs of skill and no use, and it is not as threatening as a random monk who has practiced seventy-two stunts in Shaolin.

For example, the bald donkey in front of him.

"Hey, hey, I didn't think there was such a place in the middle of the forest, boy! Hand over all your money, kneel on the ground and knock your head three times and get out, and grandpa will spare you! ”

Dressed in a dirty monk's robe covered with oil, the bald donkey, who had no compassion on his body, glanced at Ji Wushuang who was leaning against the door, and glared at Huang Yu in front of him.

Huang Yu lowered his hands naturally, and said casually: "There are many famous bald donkeys on the rivers and lakes, but I haven't heard of any of them from the beggar gang, if you want me to kowtow, you have to say who you are first, right?" ”

Originally, he planned to leave this forest hut today and let Ji Wushuang leave on his own, while Huang Yu went to Luoyang City to visit Zhao Ya'er, but he didn't expect that this bald donkey, who was not easy to deal with, found it here from nowhere, and opened his mouth to rob, looking at the way his eyebrows danced, it was obvious that he had fallen in love with Ji Wushuang who was dressed in sackcloth, but he didn't know that this ordinary-looking woman was a highly poisonous pit viper.

The bald donkey's bronze bell-like eyes showed a fierce light, and he said arrogantly: "Boy, grandpa has changed his mind, I will crush all your bones piece by piece, and see if you are still so hard-mouthed by then." ”

The bald donkey raised his shoulder, and the big fist of the vinegar bowl had suddenly swung over his head, but this move Huang Yu happened to be familiar, and it was a move in the Shaolin Temple's [Donkey Kong Boxing Method].

The fist was strong and heavy, bringing up wind and waves to blow up the dust on the ground, Huang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he basically concluded that this thief was the traitor of Shaolin Temple.

Wujie kicked a shallow pit, although the leg kung fu was not brilliant, but it was better to follow up solidly, and the fierce qi locked Huang Yu, and he had already rushed to the front in a few steps.

Huang Yu was not shocked or in a hurry, seeing Wujie rushing to him, he took a step back under his feet, and punched out and hit Wujie's fist hard!

When it comes to fighting in the rivers and lakes, this is the first time that Huang Yu has strictly speaking, before he fought with the thirteen geese in northern Shaanxi, he relied on surprise, and when he sneaked into Jiangfu, he relied on the ecstasy powder with amazing medicinal effect, and now the nano clothes and canes are still buried by him near Dukang Village, although he has not yet participated in the [worry-free true scripture] obtained in Jiangfu, but relying on the skill of [Su Xin Jue] and the power of [Donkey Kong Fist], it is not weaker than Wujie.

If you really want to talk about it, the experience is naturally not as good as Wujie, the Shaolin traitor, who is spicy and cunning, but there is Ji Wushuang behind him like a poisonous snake snooping, and there are poisonous insects hiding between the dust, and there are a few packs of ecstasy scattered as hole cards on his body.

"Boy! Grandpa lets you know awesome! ”

Unsuspecting saw Huang Yu take it up with a punch, this short-tempered bald donkey grinned, he practiced the internal skills of Shaolin Temple hard, the foundation was extremely solid, and he could still speak when the internal force was running and rushing, this is the internal breath operation has almost become instinct, and the internal breath will not be messed up when he is idle.

Huang Yu's lips were pursed, although his internal strength was not weaker than Wujie because he was open, but after all, it was not easy for a beginner to use it freely according to his mind, but he couldn't speak as rampantly as Wujie, and he didn't fully understand the boxing moves, and his mind was completely focused on the punch he swung.

It was only a few breaths of effort, and Wujie had already rushed in front of him with a fierce aura, and the fists on both sides collided together in the blink of an eye, and it was really hard!

It's just that Wujie's face is fierce for one second, and his face is distorted the next side, only to hear a click, his incomparably thick arm retreats out of thin air, and the white bone break pierces the flesh and is exposed to the air!

"Ahhh!!h

Wujie screamed, stared at Huang Yu with blood-red eyes, and actually endured the severe pain and waved his other arm to smash Huang Yu.

Although Huang Yu has little experience in fighting in the rivers and lakes, after all, he is a hunter, and his sensitivity between life and death is better than that of a veteran on the battlefield, he took a few steps back to avoid it, and then raised his arm, and even his moves did not change, but he just blasted straight at Wujie again.

Wujie has already suffered a loss, knowing that the sturdy man's physique in front of him is not as strong as an elephant, and he even broke his arm, this guy just shook his arm and blasted over again.

How did he know that Huang Yu, a reincarnation, was born, he had already experienced genetic strengthening, and he also parasitized the black technology plant 'Sun Ladder' in his body, and he was exchanged for blood in the bloodline world, and the essence of being exchanged for blood was no longer human, coupled with the enhancement of the [Five Poisons Red Flame Gong] and the true qi practiced by the [Su Xin Jue], everything on the side was commonplace, only this hard skill can be described as a unique martial arts, even those who have practiced the golden bell cover of the Tongzigong for sixty years can't compare to him.

He and Huang Yu are tough, it can be said that Wang Ba has a pair of hammers, and he can't please ten out of ten.

Wujie has been chased and killed by the Shaolin Temple for many years, even his brother of a fellow mother, the first seat of the Dharma Hall can not catch him, he has never been a reckless man who fights with life and death, he can see that this young man's feet are not enough, and as soon as he turns around, he will use Shaolin light skills to escape.

At this moment, the extremely charming laughter suddenly came, this laughter from far to near in the blink of an eye, a strong wind suddenly hit the back of Wujie's head from mid-air, he yelled badly, turned around and subconsciously used his broken arm to meet the sneak attacker.

Five blood rays splashed in the air, almost unloading the entire arm of the great monk, even half of the great monk's clothes were torn into strips of rags, Wujie screamed again, he couldn't even care about the black thing that fell in his arms, turned his head and fled, not even daring to turn back.

The slender figure dressed in linen clothes floated down, Ji Wushuang's expression was soft, his ten fingers were still as white as green onions, and there was no trace of blood left, but he walked a few steps messily under his feet, and took two breaths before he smiled coquettishly: "This big monk is really powerful, if he wasn't seriously injured by his cousin, my sister wouldn't have a chance to do it." ”

Huang Yu looked at the undisciplined and silent who fled for his life, and only looked at Ji Wushuang after a while, and said lightly: "It seems that you haven't fully recovered, let's wait for half a day before we set off." ”

Ji Wushuang's sideburns and green silk were pulled behind his ears, and he chuckled: "I didn't expect my cousin to be very pitiful, but if it's just a hurry, my sister is fine, as long as I don't do it again." ”

Huang Yu bowed his head and said: "It's okay, lest this monk cause trouble to unrelated people, let's set off." ”

Ji Wushuang looked at him intently, and said with a light smile: "My cousin seems to be still wary of my sister, and he doesn't want to tell me his name." ”

Huang Yu raised his eyes to look at her, even a linen dress was not enough to hide her charm and moving, delicate ups and downs, after all, his blood was strong, his heartbeat couldn't help but be chaotic, and he smiled slightly: "Okay, sooner or later, you will know, my name is Huang Yu." ”

"It turns out that my cousin's surname is Huang ......" Ji Wushuang lowered his head with a smile, and his heart turned around a few times, and he didn't think of which master on the rivers and lakes was surnamed Huang.

At this time, Huang Yu had already picked up the things that had fallen from Wujie, and saw that this black thing was a book smeared with a lot of grease and dust, and he could vaguely recognize the words 'Prajna Heart Sutra', which seemed to be a Buddhist scripture.

"In the rivers and lakes, it is said that Wujie defected to Shaolin Temple because he stole a treasure from Shaolin, could it be this scripture?"

Ji Wushuang took a few steps closer, and was a little curious when he saw that this book-like thing was full of filth, and his face was immediately full of disgust.

Huang Yu heard her talk about the origin of the unprecept, and said with a smile: "It must be this thing, people in the rivers and lakes think that the most precious treasure of Shaolin Temple must be the seventy-two stunts and other cheats, but they don't know that there are always so many masters in this group of monks, so there are many books in the Shaolin Temple in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but most of them are hand-copied or solitary scriptures, and this "Prajna Heart Sutra" must be the same. ”

Ji Wushuang looked curious: "Are you so sure?" ”

Huang Yu laughed and shook the Buddhist scriptures in his hand: "You look at the oil stain on this and know that Wujie didn't take it seriously, presumably he was also a ghost and stole it, but he turned it over and over again and found that it was just an ordinary Buddhist scripture, for it to become a Shaolin traitor, unwilling to throw it away and bring it with him, he was born in a Shaolin Temple can't see the trick, you and I have no study of Buddhism, and it is impossible to have any gains, it is better to return it to Shaolin Temple one day, and it can be regarded as a favor." ”

What Huang Yu said was reasonable, and Ji Wushuang could only sigh after thinking about it: "This big man betrayed Shaolin for this thing, it's really stupid." ”

After she muttered to herself, she found that Huang Yu was looking through the Buddhist scriptures, and after reading a few pages, she closed them, and said with a long breath: "The Buddhist scriptures are really broad and profound, I didn't understand what I was saying after reading a few pages." ”

As soon as he looked up, he saw Ji Wushuang looking at him, and calmly handed the Buddhist scripture forward: "If you don't believe it, this thing will be placed here for you to scrutinize." ”

Ji Wushuang took a sip, and said naturally as if flirting with a lover: "My sister doesn't want this big monk's pickled things, my cousin keeps it for himself." ”

Huang Yu smiled, went into the house and found a rag to wrap the Buddhist scriptures, he didn't want to put this black thing directly into the package.