"Mo Qixia, I have been benevolent to your Wudang, as soon as others arrive at this Wan'an Temple, they will compete first, and those who do not surrender can only survive with their fingers broken, and for the sake of your Wudang's reputation and prestige in the rivers and lakes, this is the net open, giving you more than a month to consider, I don't know if you Wudang will surrender today?"

Zhao Min's delicate and crisp voice rang out in the audience.

After the six factions got off the top of Guangming, they naturally did not go together, so when they were brought back to Wan'an Temple from all over the country, there was also a deviation in time.

Mo Shenggu said angrily: "Since I fell into the hands of you and fell into your hands, I want to kill or chop, and I will decide with one word, but if you want to force me to be a Mongolian minion, it is absolutely impossible, let alone just one month, it is three years and five years, it is also in vain." ”

Seeing this, Zhao Min no longer persuaded her, and beside her, Lu Zhuke said coldly: "You are stubborn, and the master is not reluctant, then let's compete!" ”

As he spoke, he threw Mo Shenggu a wooden sword, which was soft and blunt, and his internal strength was lost, so he couldn't hurt people at all.

Lu Zhuke said: "For the sake of your Wudang is the first time to compete, I will talk about the rules again, if you win the three of us here, I will let you out immediately, but if you lose, I will cut off a finger, imprison for a month, and then ask you if you surrender." ”

Mo Shenggu said quite stiffly: "I will cut off all ten fingers together, and I will not surrender." ”

Lu Zhuke snorted coldly, stopped talking, and a monk holding a ring knife walked out beside him, and immediately fought with Mo Shenggu.

Mo Shenggu couldn't guess what the other party's intentions were for a while, and after a few moves, he uncontrollably used the Wudang swordsmanship.

Although the monk was holding a glittering pure steel ring knife, he was too inferior to him in moves, but he was defeated after more than 20 moves.

Zhao Min, Xuan Ming and the others all lit up in front of them, thinking that among these sects, when they fought for the first time, no one could deal with it so freely as Mo Shenggu, and they all secretly admired it in their hearts: "Wudang swordsmanship really lives up to its reputation, and today is really an eye-opener." ”

After the defeat of the monk, he changed to another one, but he only insisted on more than thirty or forty moves, and then he was defeated.

Seeing this situation, the deer stick did not let him compare any further, but changed to the last monk holding a seventy or eighty pound iron rod to fight with him.

At this moment, everyone gathered their eyes to the past, only to see that Mo Shenggu's sword walked lightly, and when his wrist was flipped, it was elegant and dignified, and the monk's staff swept over, making the wind howling, which was very terrifying.

Mo Shenggu naturally didn't dare to use the wooden sword to block, and immediately flipped his wrist, and the wooden sword was parallel to the iron staff, and at the same time he stepped on the side of his body, stepped heavily under his feet, and jumped out with the sword, seeing that the wooden sword was about to point on the Jiquan acupoint under the opponent's armpit, even if it was a wooden sword at the mouth, but if it was pointed at the acupoint here, the monk's entire right arm would be painful and numb, and the iron staff in his hand would naturally not be able to hold it, and it would be easier for Mo Shenggu to defeat him at that time.

Zhao Min and the others all looked at each other slightly, they didn't expect that Mo Shenggu's swordsmanship was so powerful, worthy of being a master of Wudang, but even so, their faces did not show much caution, but instead hooked a smile on the corner of their mouths.

Just when Mo Shenggu's wooden sword was pointed straight on the Jiquan point under the monk's armpit, he heard a click, and the wooden sword broke.

The monk reacted in time, waved the iron rod with his backhand, and the head of the rod swept towards Mo Shenggu with a fierce wind, and almost stopped at his left cheek, if he hadn't retracted his strength in time, this rod would have burst Mo Shenggu's brain and die.

Mo Shenggu only felt that his cheeks were hurt by the strong wind, and his heart darkened, knowing that he had lost.

However, he was not discouraged, and said lightly: "If it weren't for you practicing the hard qigong of closing the acupoints, otherwise I would never lose you, but defeat is defeat, these ten fingers, you can choose for yourself!" ”

There is another sentence he didn't say, if his internal strength is still there, even if the other party practices this hard qigong, he will definitely not be able to stop his sword.

Seeing that Mo Shenggu had such a bearing, Zhao Min was embarrassed to cut off his fingers for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Mo Qixia, are you as upright as you in Wudang?" ”

Mo Shenggu didn't know why she asked, but thinking that the master and his old man had always been very strict with his disciples, and his character was above the talent of martial arts, and there had never been a person with bad morals in the door, he immediately said confidently: "Yes, although I don't dare to say anything clever about my martial arts, my disciples are all bright and upright, and they will never be greedy for life and afraid of death, and they will be villains in vain." ”

The latter sentence is obviously another statement that it will not yield to Mongolia.

Zhao Min said with a smile: "That's right, Wudang is worthy of being called the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts along with Shaolin, if the disciples taught are like Mo Qixia, how can they not be admired?" It's a pity that Mo Qixia's words are conclusive, but they are not very believable! ”

Mo Shenggu frowned and said, "You girl will say something if you have something, why bother beating around the bush here?" ”

Zhao Min said: "Okay, let me ask Mo Qixia, if you Wudang is an ungrateful villain, who hides a knife in his smile, and only knows the shameless villain who sneaks in behind the attack, what should you do?" ”

Mo Shenggu smiled contemptuously and said loudly: "Impossible!" ”

Zhao Min said with a smile: "There are no absolutes in everything, and Mo Qixia should not look at people's hearts too simply." ”

Mo Shenggu saw a trace of sarcasm flashing in her eyes, and her heart was suddenly shocked, and her mind began to recall what the other party was referring to, who was he in Wudang, but after thinking and meditating for a while, she still didn't think that anyone would be so corrupt, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Don't say no, even if there is, if you don't bother the master and his old man to make a move, I, Mo Shenggu, will definitely clean up the door for Wudang." ”

Zhao Min said: "That's really good, Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Wuxia, is your Wudang person, right?" ”

"Naturally!"

Mo Shenggu suddenly had a bad premonition, but he still responded.

That day, Wudang went down to the top of the light early, so he didn't know that Zeng Aniu was Zhang Wuji, and later traced the traces of Yin Li Pavilion all the way, and it didn't take long for the people of Ruyang Wangfu to use ten incense soft tendons to scatter and take him to Wan'an Temple.

Therefore, he didn't know anything about what had happened in the rivers and lakes recently, and he didn't know that his nephew Zhang Wuji had become the leader of the Ming Sect.

However, for these things, Zhao Min now told Mo Shenggu 1510, and when the latter heard this, it was like five thunderbolts on the top, and he almost didn't stand firm.

He subconsciously felt that the other party was talking nonsense, but when he heard Zhao Min tell the details one by one, he knew that even if this matter was not what she said, it must be eight or nine, and he couldn't help but feel suffocated and quite heartbroken.