I saw a gray-clothed young monk running out from the corner, and four people behind him hurriedly chased after him.

Suddenly, I heard a whistle, but there were more than 20 people standing up on the walls of several courtyards leading to the entrance of the village at the same time, all of them holding longbows and crossbows, and one of them shouted: "If you don't tie your hands again, you will be captured, and you will be ruthless under the arrow!"

The monk was covered in blood, obviously suffering a lot of injuries, and when he saw the arrows and crossbows blocking the way, he didn't dare to move again, and scolded in his mouth: "You dog thieves! Sneak attack in the middle of the night, exercise tricks, what kind of heroes are you?"

The four men chased after them, holding their swords and surrounding them on all sides, and one of them raised his sword and shouted, "So what?

The monk was furious and shouted, "What kind of ability is it to win? There is a kind of one-on-one fight with me! Even if the poor monk loses, he has nothing to say!"

"Really?" said in a clear voice, "the mere plan is nothing more than to provoke us to fight with you tiring, so as to save face! In that case, if you lose, what do you say?"

The monk's face changed, and he said proudly: "If the poor monk wins, you will let me out of the village." If you lose, what do you want to know, the poor monk will not lie!"

"Good!"

I saw a young man come out of the corner, with his hands on his back, looking elegant, and when he came out, everyone shouted: "Senior Brother Mo, give this bald donkey a little color!"

The monk snorted and shouted, "What is your surname Mo? After defeating you, the poor monk will immediately report back to the mountain, and he will not rest with you when he talks about all the things here!"

"Then it's up to you to win, and then talk about it, in the ink moon. The young man smiled slightly, looked at the monk a few times, and asked, "What weapon do you use?"

The monk said proudly: "The poor monk's kung fu is all in the palm of his hands, and he doesn't use weapons!

Mo Yuebai smiled: "You don't need to, I won't bully you, just win you with your fists and feet!"

I only heard a loud shout, but it was the monk who suddenly bullied his body, raised his fists at the same time, and it was a move of "bells and drums rang in unison", hitting Mo Yuebai's chest. Mo Yuebai's right palm stretched out, and he took a belt with a void, and immediately unloaded the opponent's fist strength aside.

The two of them fought more than 30 moves, and the monk shouted loudly in his mouth, his fist was like thunder, and he walked all the way. However, Mo Yuebai is fighting at the same time, and he is hard to fall to the enemy, which is really the gist of soft boxing.

Mo Yuebai is different from others, he is stable by nature, his personality is hidden in the needle, and when he practiced the "Taixu Sword Technique" in the inner door, he was deeply loved by Xie Guangling. In terms of fist and foot kung fu, he got Li Chengyuan's "Eighteen Drops in Clothes", withdrew and changed the shadow, took advantage of the situation, took advantage of the situation, detached and shifted, avoided the front and hidden the sharp, hit the right with oblique, and controlled it with ingenuity. Deeply understand the essence of his boxing skills.

The farmer was stunned when he saw Hua Xueyue and Qin Yuyao, and said with a smile: "The two girls don't need to panic, it's just a few thieves making trouble, there's nothing to see, I'll take you out of the village!"

"What are you ......" Qin Yuyao opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. Hua Xueyue gestured with her eyes, forbidding Qin Yuyao to say more, and then the second daughter lowered her eyelids and led the horse to the entrance of the village slowly.

The monk couldn't attack for a long time, but instead he was led by the opponent to be unsteady, staggering, and his fist moves were suddenly scattered. Knowing that after a long time, he will inevitably be defeated under the palm of the other party, and he can't help but feel anxious in his heart, bursting into a shout, a style of "King Kong angry eyes", the momentum is heavy, and the fist power is like an overwhelming attack.

Hearing the monk shouting, Hua Xueyue and Qin Yuyao looked back in unison, but saw Mo Yuebai shouting, "It's a good time!" He deliberately weighed his current skills, and changed his moves at the moment, his palms were wrong, and he suddenly flipped outward, and his fists collided.

There was a muffled sound, Mo Yuebai took three steps back, and then stabilized his body, but the monk was like a kite with a broken string, his body fell four or five feet away, his face was as pale as paper, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Seeing Mo Yuebai's victory, everyone immediately cheered, Mo Yuebai withdrew his palms and said loudly: "You lost, don't you tell me honestly?"

But when she saw the figure flickering, the middle-aged woman standing at the entrance of the village swept over very quickly, grabbed Mo Yuebai's wrist, and shouted, "Who taught you this sea-swallowing palm?"

Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in unison, Mo Yuebai was also shocked, and hurriedly struggled, but unexpectedly, the woman's palm was extremely powerful, but this struggle did not break free.

Mo Yuebai's face changed, and her left hand was just about to shoot out, but when she saw the woman in front of her with tears in her eyes, her delicate body swaying, and she looked extremely excited, she couldn't help but feel strange in her heart, and asked, "Girl, don't be excited, if you have something to say, speak slowly." ”

The middle-aged farmer was shocked and angry, took out a short knife from behind him, pointed at Qin Yuyao and shouted, "I was kind enough to take you in, but I didn't expect you to take revenge, what is the reason?"

Qin Yuyao was also stunned, and waved her hand again and again: "We have no malicious intentions, don't do it yet!"

I only heard the sound of the rattle, but it was the more than 20 bows and crossbows that were aimed at Hua Xueyue, but she didn't realize it, her face turned pale, and she just repeated mechanically: "Who taught you this sea-swallowing palm?"

Mo Yuebai was caught in just one move, although she was caught off guard, she also knew that the middle-aged and beautiful woman in front of her was much higher than her martial arts, and said softly at the moment: "Don't be excited, girl, this set of palm techniques is not passed down by this sect, but taught to me by a gentleman!"

Hua Xueyue's whole body trembled, her hands and feet were weak, her voice trembled violently, and she said in a low voice: "The gentleman you said...... What is your name...... No, no, he deliberately wanted to avoid us, maybe he changed his name...... How old is he...... What does it look like?"

Mo Yuebai saw that this woman was extremely excited, obviously she had a lot to do with it, and she didn't hide it at the moment, thought for a while, and replied: "Mr. is about forty years old, and he usually likes purple, white, and green, as for his appearance...... Born with clear eyebrows and elegant appearance, he must have been a beautiful man when he was young. ”

As he spoke, he felt that the woman's strength was increasing as he grabbed him, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "The sea-swallowing palm is Mr. Mu's personal inheritance, this woman looks like Mr. Mu is about the same age, and she can recognize the sea-swallowing palm, could it be that Mr. Mu caused a love debt when he was young? Maybe it was Mr. Mu who gave up in chaos, and this girl was looking for a husband for thousands of miles...... Sure enough, love words hurt people, I have to be very careful in the future......"

Mo Yuebai replied while thinking wildly: "As for whether Mr. has changed his name, I don't know about it, but now Mr. is surnamed Mu, Shangqing and Xiayu!"

I saw that the eyes of the woman in front of her suddenly widened, and she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the sky spun around, and her body fell backwards.