Chapter 5: The Beginning of Divine Achievement 11

Xuan Dian looked at him and said, "Are you also here to participate in the martial arts conference, why did you come here?"

Gu Yue Cong thought to himself: "I don't need to tell him that I am a bloodthirsty sect, so as not to cause trouble for no reason." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" said, "I'm here to find someone." Xuan Dian said with a suspicious face: "You came to Jixiang Kitchen to find someone, who are you looking for? Tell me and listen, maybe I will recognize it." Gu Yuecong said: "I don't know who he is." Xuan Dian frowned and said: "You don't know who he is, so what are you looking for him?" Gu Yue Cong said: "I don't know who he is, I don't know what he looks like, and I don't know what to do with him." ”

Xuan Dian pouted and thought about it, picked up a steamed bun casually, and said, "Leave him alone, give you steamed buns to eat." Gu Yuecong just reached out to pick up the steamed buns, Xuan Dian's right hand came out sharply, and his backarm strangled Gu Yuecong's neck, one side, and his right foot hooked obliquely, Gu Yuecong couldn't stand, and fell to the ground solidly. Xuan Dianqi said: "You don't know martial arts." ”

Gu Yuecong didn't expect him to make a sudden move, even if he expected it, it was impossible to resist. This fall was so broken that I couldn't get up. After a long time, he said, "You...... Why are you smashing me?"

Xuan Dian spread his hands and said: "If I want to fall, don't be afraid, I want to fall to death at this moment, maybe I will change my mind the next moment, and I want to make you into meat buns for everyone to eat." ”

Gu Yuecong looked at him and said secretly: "It turns out that this monk is not only a dwarf, but also a madman. He got up and said, "If you hit me again, I'll scream and let people know that you are stealing food in Jixiang's kitchen." ”

Xuan Dian said: "As soon as you scream, you will also be discovered." ”

Gu Yuecong said: "I'm not a monk, I was driven down the mountain by the abbot, you are different, if the abbot knows that you are stealing food, he will definitely lock you up for ten or eight years." Not to mention that you can't eat hot and fragrant steamed buns in ten years, after ten years, your teeth will fall out, and you won't be able to bite if you want to. ”

When Xuan Dian heard this, he hesitated a little, and suddenly, he leaned to the right, grabbed Gu Yuecong's neck and lifted him up, and said, "I'll break your neck now, see what you call it." As soon as his hand tightened, Gu Yuecong immediately coughed dryly.

Gu Yue knew that his life was in danger, and he didn't think about it, so he shouted: "What kind of hero are you secretly attacking." ”

Xuan Dian said: "I don't sneak attack, and you are not my opponent." ”

Gu Yuecong said: "Who said no, you let it ......... Open me, let's compare. ”

Xuan Dian didn't hesitate, and really let him go, and said, "Okay, you fight with me, if you win, I'll give you steamed buns to eat." If you lose, I'll pinch you to death. ”

Gu Yuecong was relieved and said secretly: "How can I know any martial arts? This monk is crazy and crazy, and his words and actions are unpredictable, so he must think of a good thing as soon as possible." I thought again: "I've seen Uncle Bai's Tmall Seven Swordsmanship, and I don't know if I've practiced it?" Just thinking to himself, I saw Xuan Xuan take a step forward, stretched out three fingers and said: "I'll count twice, if you don't do it, you should admit defeat, four." As soon as he reached out, he slapped him on the cheek.

Gu Yuecong was confused, and before he could recall the moves of the Tmall Seven Sword Technique, he "snapped", and his right cheek was slapped heavily.

Xuan Dian said: "You really don't know martial arts. ”

Gu Yuecong was so pained that tears swirled in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Who said I wouldn't." ”

Xuan Dian said: "Okay, this time I won't fight back, you beat me." ”

Gu Yuecong's right cheek was hot and painful, and he said secretly: "If you hit me unexpectedly, I don't need a ward, just throw him down, and I can escape." Xuan Dian's words fell, Gu Yuecong suddenly turned around, and pounced towards Xuan Dian, twisting his right arm with his left hand, and reaching out with his left foot to block his feet, this move is the third style of the Tmall Seven Sword Method, if there is a sword in his hand, he has a three-point appearance, but he has no blade in his hand, and his gestures are naturally all changed. Xuan Dian suddenly turned sideways, hooked his left foot, Gu Yuecong only felt that his body was running forward, and for some reason, he had fallen down on all fours, this fall fell straight to the point of Venus, his mouth was slightly sweet, he spat out a mouthful of saliva, and his mouth was full of blood red, and he didn't know whether he bit his tongue or suffered internal injuries.

The little monk didn't help him, reached out and took a steamed bun, half a mouthful, and said, "You lost again." ”

Gu Yuecong wanted to struggle up several times, but his whole body was in pain, and he couldn't even sit down, he looked around, and saw a broom on his right hand, which he held in his hand at the moment, supported himself and stood up, turned around and walked towards the door, just hoping that Xuan Dian would take care of eating and not chasing himself.

As soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and Xuan Dian had stopped in front of him and said, "You lost, you are not allowed to go"

Gu Yue Cong said: "I don't want steamed buns." ”

Xuan Dian said: "I said that if you lose, I will pinch you to death, are you farting when you talk as a monk?"

Gu Yuecong was angry in his heart and stretched out his hand to push him, but although the other party was short and thin, he was like an iron wall, and he didn't move at all. Gu Yuecong swiped the broom in mid-air, leaned forward, brandished the broom and stabbed Xuan Dian's left leg, a move was not used, and suddenly picked up and hit the right abdomen. This move is the "Tiger Track" of the Tmall Seven Sword Technique, which is the most reminiscent and practiced move, although he has no internal strength, but he also has five or six points. Xuan Dian was slightly startled, and shouted: "Tmall Seven Swordsmanship?" His right hand poked out, and with a "flutter", the sorghum spike on the broom rebounded sharply, and swept all of it on Gu Yuecong's face, Gu Yuecong's broom took off his hand, and his delicate cheeks left a trace of blood.

Xuan Dian said: "You learned this Tmall Seven Swordsmanship from the side, didn't you?"

Gu Yuecong couldn't leave, his cheeks were burning with pain, he turned his head and ignored him, but he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: "This monk is crazy, but his vision is so powerful, I don't know if it's right or not, but he is not only famous, but also knows that I learned it secretly." ”

Xuan Dian picked up a steamed bun from the steamer, handed it to him, and said, "Here you go." ”

Gu Yuecong slapped it away with his backhand and ignored him.

Xuan Dian paced back and forth in the room, and after a while, he suddenly took out a cloth bag from his arms, poured out more than a dozen black balls from the cloth bag, spread them in his hand and put them in front of Gu Yuecong's eyes, and said, "What do you guess this is?" Gu Yuecong deliberately didn't look at it. Xuan Dian said: "Xuan Bei, this old thing wants to save face, what kind of martial arts conference is going to be held in the temple, there are thousands of people who are invited, and the Shaolin Temple is a big fart, not to mention, which group of pigs and dogs is not as big as a cow, they have a mouthful, and they have to eat up the steamed buns in the temple for a year." He glanced at Gu Yuecong and continued: "But it doesn't matter, I will let them pull as much as they eat, and I will double the reward, don't underestimate these little 'whooping pears', he can make people pull for a hundred days, hehe...... As long as I put it in the porridge and rice, keep it in the temple tomorrow crackling, woo hoo wailing, temple