There are only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to prevent thieves. Where could Shen Mo have thought that the Iron Buddha came for him. It wasn't that he wasn't Murong Yi's opponent just now, but he deliberately lost the game just to change his identity to deal with him. Now that he has given others a chance, Tie Sheng Buddha naturally wants to seize this opportunity.

Shen Mo originally thought that people would not fight him, after all, he was three or four years older than him, and there must be a difference in strength. Seeing Tie Shengfo's kicking foot, Shen Mo also greeted him with his foot. However, he responded in a hurry, mainly to avoid the kick that kicked him in the shin, so he himself understood that he was congenitally lacking in strength.

Seeing Shen Mo's response, Tie Sheng Buddha was secretly taken aback, he didn't expect Shen Mo to react so quickly, but it was the same with kicking and breaking his foot. Soon, the feet of the two men collided together. As soon as he collided, Tie Sheng Buddha felt that something was wrong, and he found that Shen Mo's foot was not strong at all, and as soon as he touched his foot, he was kicked back. Then the balance of silence is disrupted, and the man falls forward.

In fact, fighting and fighting are a bit like knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, and one cannot be defeated in a hundred battles; more is counted as more victories, less is counted as less victories or no victories. Shen Mo had just seen the challenge of Tie Sheng Buddha and Murong Yi, and knew that he was fast. As for whether he hid other strengths, he didn't know, so after coming up, he also seriously thought that if he wanted to defeat him, he could only hold him and let him have no martial arts.

Originally, he was still worried, Tie Sheng Buddha was fast and flexible, and it might not be easy for him to hug him, but he didn't expect that as soon as he came up, he rushed up and confronted himself. At this time, Shen Mo guessed that his strength was probably not small, otherwise he would not have been hard. Anyway, his purpose was to hold the Iron Buddha, knock him down, press him to the ground, and keep his status as an outer disciple, so he raised his feet and kicked over. Then as soon as he touched it, he was kicked back and threw himself forward.

They all thought that Shen Mo would be kicked down and that he was going to lose, but they didn't expect that this was a move he had been planning for a long time. The other foot kicked on the ground, the body jumped forward a little more, and the upper arm opened and hugged fiercely, hugging the Tie Sheng Buddha tightly, and fell on the stage together.

When Tie Sheng Buddha kicked over, he felt that he was not strong, and he could no longer retract his legs. Because he wanted to kick Shen Mo's leg or kick badly, he used a lot of strength, and this time his strength was empty, and his balance was also greatly affected. I can only punch Shen Mo in a hurry, and my feet can't stand steadily, how much power can my fists have.

After taking two painless punches, Shen Mo fell to the ground holding the Tiesheng Buddha. No one thought that the jousting would turn into wrestling. The elder next to him saw them fall to the ground and shouted, "Get up!

When Shen Mo heard that he was going to fight, how could this work, so when he got up, he turned around and gave him a hard blow with his elbow on the neck of Tie Shengfo.

The Iron Buddha was originally pressed underneath. Hearing that the elder let him up, he gave up resistance, but he didn't expect that Shen Mo actually gave him an elbow with his elbow, almost not letting him die of pain. And this direction happened to be invisible to the elders, and the people below couldn't see the silent small movements because the platform was relatively high. I saw Shen Mo standing up and retreating to the side, while the Iron Buddha was still lying there, holding his neck with his hands, struggling to stand up.

He regretted it very much, why didn't he kick him just now when he got up in silence? However, he didn't think that Shen Mo had already given him a blow in the neck before him, and he couldn't get up now, so how could he kick others. In fact, he should regret it, he shouldn't be greedy for the hundred taels of silver, and go against silence.

When the elder saw it, he could only sentence him to failure. This made Murong Du, who was waiting to see the excitement, angry, he was going to see the silent jokes, and specially invited Wan'er over, but the Tie Sheng Buddha was so vulnerable. He felt that he was stealing chickens and rice, and he didn't let Wan'er see that he was silent and embarrassed and disabled, but let him win. Although he won by luck and was not domineering, he won after all.

Wan'er is also a smart girl in ice and snow, and when she saw Murong Du's face turning blue with anger at this time, she naturally understood that all this was directed by him. Otherwise, how could a miscellaneous disciple win against the inner disciple? It's a pity that he designed all this, but he didn't expect that Shen Mo could unexpectedly bring down the Iron Buddha. Seeing Murong Du's angry and depraved appearance, Zhuge Wan'er was indescribably comfortable. Also for the first time I thought this guy was a little annoying. Think about Shen Mo, who has no grudges with him in the past and no hatred in the near future, but after looking at her a few more times, he designed it like this, and the appearance of this little belly chicken intestine is really unacceptable.

Murong Du, who was angry and resentful for a while, suddenly remembered Wan'er next to him, so he repacked his mood and pretended to be high-minded and said: "These kung fu skills are not good to practice, just like the scoundrels in the market, you know that tearing and wrestling is really a shame for the sect!"

"Yes, it's ridiculous to try to calculate and fight for a little thing. If you were a cousin, would you be so calculating?" Wan'er asked with a pun.

"I," Hearing Wan'er's words, Murong Duxin said, he wouldn't know anything, right? But only three people knew about this matter, he didn't say it, his brother wouldn't say it, and Tiesheng Buddha shouldn't say it, how could she know? Maybe she tested herself, thinking of this, he said again: "My dignified Murong family is the second son, what can't I get? I will throw a meat and bone like them, and I can rob him to death." It's not interesting to watch these rough people fighting around, why don't we go and admire the moon and chant poetry?"

"Forget it, I'm tired after a day of practice, let's go back and rest. Wan'er didn't want to chant any poems with him, obviously she didn't learn anything, and she always pretended to be a martial arts all-rounder, she didn't think it before, but now she doesn't like him, and I want to vomit when I hear him say poetry!

"Don't, it's still early, how can you fall asleep so early, why don't we go and practice swords, those sword moves taught by the elders today are so exquisite!" Murong Du saw that people were unwilling to recite poems with him, so he suggested practicing swords.

"Cousin, I'm really tired, I'll take a shower for a while, and then wash my clothes, it's not too early. Wan'er frowned, and said in her heart why he was getting more and more annoying, don't you know that he is not liked by others?

"Washing clothes? Who is that, what about that Qing'er? How can she let you do the laundry yourself?" Murong felt sorry for Wan'er when he heard about washing clothes, so he complained that Zhuge Qing, the side branch of the Zhuge family, had no eyesight, how could this kind of thing be done by Miss Qianjin herself? So he said to himself: "I'll go to her and talk to her in a while, let her know that there is a difference between respect and inferiority!"

"Okay, she's in the bamboo garden now, you and I go to see her. The more Wan'er listened, the more she felt excessive, and she still wanted to take care of her and her Zhuge family's affairs, so she invited him to go to Zhuyuan to see if he had the guts.

"Okay, I'll go with you. Ah, Zhuyuan, forget it, I'll see her another day. Hearing that Wan'er invited him to go with him, Murong Du happily agreed. But he soon repented. The bamboo garden was full of female disciples, and even male disciples were forbidden to enter during the day, let alone at night. If he dares to go in, it's hard to say whether he can see Zhuge Qing, but he will definitely be punished heavily, the light ones will be expelled from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the heavy ones will be killed on the spot!

Don't talk about Murong Du, so the male disciples didn't dare to go over. If you look for someone, you can ask other female disciples to help you call it, or make an appointment in advance during the day, anyway, no one dares to approach the bamboo garden, and the two female elders inside are iron-faced and ruthless.

"If you don't go, then I'll go first. Wan'er had a disappointed expression, as if she said that I invited you, but you didn't want to go, and I was helpless, how I hope you can go over together!

"Be careful, then. "Murong Du felt uncomfortable in his heart, and said in his heart, I actually want to go, but you have two cold noodle masters there!

Watching Zhuge Wan'er slowly walk away and blend into the darkness, Murong Du felt very hurt, he thought hatefully, in the past, Wan'er only had herself in her eyes, but since she saw Shen Mo, she has become less and less willing to see herself. Thinking of this, he thought of those wastes again, and scolded Murong Ren and Tie Sheng Buddha hatefully, and he also asked his brother to see if there was any other good way.