In the middle of the night, a gust of evening breeze blew through the mangosteen forest behind the mangosteen forest, and two figures shuttled quickly through the forest, and in a short time, they reached the door of the house at the end of the path. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

One gently opened the window and saw a figure lying on the bed behind the white curtain, seemingly asleep.

The two of them looked at each other outside, nodded slightly, and prepared to enter through the window.

At this moment, suddenly another figure flashed behind him, and the two people in front hurriedly raised their palms to attack, and the figures came down with both palms, and then took off their masks and shhh

When the moonlight shone on the face of the figure, the two recognized it as Li Muyan, and these two were Jing Xinyao and Xia Qingcang.

Li Muyan put on the mask again, signaled Jing Xinyao and the others not to blindly enter the house, and waited at the window to observe.

After a while, I saw that the dustless Taoist who was lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the two eyeballs turned in opposite directions, which was strange and abnormal.

He raised his left hand, condensed it into a palm, and struck it to the head in an instant.

At the same time, his right hand moved to the front of his forehead, blocking the thunderous blow of his left palm in time.

After that, the two hands began to fight fiercely in the air.

It is a left and right hand that belongs to one, and hundreds of moves are exchanged without winning or losing.

Beads of sweat slipped down his face, and he tried to open his mouth, but there seemed to be a strong force preventing him from opening, opening his mouth a little wider, and then closing a minute. After a while, it gradually opened and closed again. And so on, the two forces are evenly matched.

At this time, after hundreds of moves, some scars had appeared on each of the two hands, and the bed was finally overwhelmed, and it collapsed to the ground with a clang.

I saw that the Dustless Dao Leader jumped up, fighting left and right like a madman, and this time there was a fierce duel between not only his hands, but also his feet.

The sound of ping-pong kept sounding, and the furniture in the house was shattered one by one.

Hearing this continuous loud noise, Jing Xinyao and the three of them hurriedly retreated from the window and hid in the bamboo forest on the side, finding a dark place to hide all their breath.

Such a loud voice will inevitably attract others, and the person who came may be the culprit who can explain the truth of all this. The three of them meditated in their hearts.

As expected, when the Dustless Dao Leader hit the outside of the house from the house, a figure came running in the distance, dressed in black and wearing a black mask on his head, looking extremely ghostly in the night.

The man in black came to the Dustless Dao Chief, first paused, and then quickly clicked on several large points on his left hand and left foot.

After being hit by the acupuncture point, the dustless dao chief stood still, but from his eyes, Jing Xinyao and the three of them clearly saw a kind of anger and fear.

The man in black sneered, reached out and took out something from his body, knocked open the mouth of the dustless chief, stuffed it into his throat, and stretched out his right index finger, moved it down his throat to his left arm, and then sent his throat to his left foot, after all was over, he reached out to the center of his eyebrows a little harder, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Wuchen, you are really good, you are the first person I used this trick old man, but from today onwards, you can no longer be freed from it, be my puppet with peace of mind." ”

The man in black formed a seal shape on his chest with both hands, and then struck himself on the forehead.

In an instant, the anger and fear in the eyes of the Dustless Dao Leader all disappeared, and they were replaced by an empty and godless one.

The man in black took out his hand to unlock the acupoint of the dustless road chief, and pointed to the house, only to see the dustless road chief slowly take a step and walk towards the room.

"You are worthy of being a blood puppet master, and even the famous Wudang head was defeated in your hands. Another figure walked slowly from behind the man in black.

"Yang Mingjing, you are the person I want to admire, and you have also taken care of the teacher who has raised you for many years, no wonder that old ghost Chiyan will die in your hands. The Blood Puppeteer said with a blank face.

"Chi Yan is arrogant and arrogant, he only knows how to act for his own interests, and he is not worthy of being a servant of the Spirit King. Yang Mingjing sneered.

"Well, the Spirit King is quite satisfied with your recent performance, so I will no longer pursue the crime of killing Chi Yan, I hope you don't have any different intentions in the future and serve the Spirit King well, otherwise, you know the fate of betraying the Spirit King. The blood puppeteer turned around and glanced at Yang Mingjing, his eyes cold.

"I understand that since I took the Spirit Snake Cone, I have made a heavy oath to follow the Spirit King to the death. Seeing the eyes of the blood puppeteer, Yang Mingjing's heart trembled, this cold feeling far exceeded that of the Red Flame Evil Ancestor, this spirit snake would indeed hide the dragon and crouching tiger, it seemed that he had made the right move. Wudang is not what I mean by it at all, what I want is the whole rivers and lakes.

"Okay, Wuchen's side has been settled, I have more important things to do, you send the people from Shaolin Temple and Dragon Pavilion down the mountain as soon as possible, don't cause other troubles like Master Buyue did before, lest the Spirit King's plan be revealed." After saying that, the blood puppeteer took a leap and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Yang Mingjing looked at the direction in which the blood puppeteer had left, and sneered in his heart: Who do you think you are, you are the same as the Spirit Snake Messenger, I am at the same level as you, and you are not qualified to tell me what to do. Send them down the mountain? How is it possible, so many pure internal forces have been sent to the door by themselves, don't I still laugh at it? How can I, Yang Mingjing, be such a fool.

After a while, Yang Mingjing also got up and left the house. Tranquility returned to the bamboo forest.

After staying for a while, after making sure that there was no one around, Jing Xinyao and the three of them came out of the darkness, "Sure enough, Master Buyue's disappearance is related to Yang Mingjing, we have to go back immediately to report to Teacher Zhuang and Master Bu Greed." Jing Xinyao suggested.

Xia Qingcang and the others nodded in agreement and hurriedly rushed back to their residence.

Yang Mingjing arranged for the five of them to stay in Wudang Villa, a place where the original dust-free Taoist chief entertained all the people of the rivers and lakes on his 60th birthday.

That night, except for Jing Xinyao and the others, the rest of Zhuang Siqi, Master Bu Greed and Monk Sang Qi were all asleep.

A dark shadow flashed outside the house, and a bamboo tube reached through the window, and a puff of white smoke poured out of the tube, slowly drifting towards the bed, and being sucked into the nose of a monk lying on the bed. Suddenly, the monk turned over, and his face showed a very satisfied expression, as if he was dreaming.

The black shadow sneaked into the room lightly, looked at the back of the monk, and snickered in his heart: What Shaolin monk, isn't it the same as the Tao of scattered cartilage incense, your internal force, I Yang Mingjing smiled.

Yang Mingjing raised his right hand and slammed his palm on the monk's Heavenly Spirit Gai, and a powerful suction force struck.

What's going on?

Almost at the same moment, Yang Mingjing hurriedly withdrew his hand, and was shocked in his heart: this is enough to be as famous as Master Buyue, how can a non-greedy monk have no drop of internal strength in his body. Don't?

Yang Mingjing hurriedly flipped the monk's body and looked at it, it turned out that the person lying on the bed was not the master who was not greedy, but the little monk who came with him.

Obviously, he brought the master of non-greed into this room, how could there be someone else lying on the bed?

In his doubts, Yang Mingjing wanted to go out and carefully confirm the room, but at this moment, there was a squeak, and the door was opened, "Amitabha, Lord Yang, what is the important matter in the poor monk's room so late at night?"

A bald monk stood in the doorway, his hands folded and smiling, but his eyes were shining. (To be continued.) )