Zhu Jiuling was really furious, and roared at He Chengdao: "Little brute, who are you scolding?"

He had just seen Zhang Wuji's amazing kung fu, and he thought in his heart that the cold snort must have been made by the other party, although he was very jealous of Zhang Wuji, but he didn't put He Chengdao in his eyes at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In his mind, what kind of mastery can a sixteen-year-old and a half-year-old boy have?

If even the insults of a half-sized son have to be forcibly endured, wouldn't he Zhu Jiuling become the biggest joke in the rivers and lakes?

He Chengdao squinted at him, and sneered: "Whichever old man is shameless, I will scold him." ”

He had watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", in which Huang Rong's mother's ability to remember it was still fresh in his memory, what if Zhu Jiuling also had this ability? He never wanted to bet on whether this possibility existed. At that moment, he used the skill of transmitting sound into the secret, and explained it carefully to Zhang Wuji.

"Presumptuous!" Zhu Jiuling shouted violently, his toes were a little heavier on the ground, and he was about to sweep up and pounce on He Chengdao, although he didn't dare to kill him, but he was sure to teach this boy who didn't know the height of the sky a heavy lesson.

Suddenly, he only felt a strong and powerful hand on his right shoulder, and his body was even heavier, and he couldn't lift it with any strength.

He didn't have to turn his head to look, he also knew whose palm was the palm that couldn't move on his own, and he couldn't help but glared at Zhang Wuji angrily: "Zhang Wuji, do you want to rely on your martial arts to bully the old man with this kid?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head: "Uncle Zhu, you are not the opponent of enlightenment, and I forgot to tell you that enlightenment has also practiced the "Nine Yang True Scripture". ’

He was purely kind-hearted, and he didn't want to see Zhu Jiuling humiliate himself.

When Zhu Jiuling heard this, he was stunned, only to feel a feeling of discouragement hit his heart, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were far superior to him, even a half-grown child like He Chengdao was burdened with his own unattainable miracles, how could he be embarrassed by an old man like him who had lived for most of his life?

In a depressed mood, he didn't have the heart to fight with He Chengdao, but said to Zhang Wuji with a shy old face: "Zhang Wuji, you promised the old man to recite the "Jiuyang True Scripture" to me, do you still count?"

After saying this, his heart was filled with shame. Although Zhu Jiuling's mind is not right, he is also the master of a village, how can he be willing to put on such a shameless face? It's just that the "Jiuyang True Scripture" is very important, if he can write down its contents, with his martial arts experience, he will definitely be able to become a great master of the ancient times, and maybe even be able to compete with the great master Zhang Sanfeng of the current world, how can he resist such a unique temptation?

He Chengdao's unintentional guess is in line with the facts, Zhu Jiuling does have a memory that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Zhang Wuji was silent, he felt that he had indeed promised too rashly before, but the words had already been spoken, but it was inconvenient to break his word and gain weight, so he didn't know what to do at the moment.

He Chengdao walked in front of Zhu Jiuling, stood opposite him, the corners of his lips were lightly raised, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Do you want the "Jiuyang True Scripture", first pass my level and then talk about it, if you can't beat me, don't think about anything." ”

Zhu Jiuling was shocked and angry when he heard this, he hated this kid who had repeatedly opposed him in his heart, and wanted to make a move, but he suddenly noticed the fierce killing intent in He Chengdao's eyes, like a basin of cold water poured on his head, and he couldn't help but calm down a lot.

He has been fighting in the rivers and lakes for decades, although he has not made much of a name, but he is definitely not a stranger to the killing intent, remembering that Zhang Wuji said that the boy in front of him has practiced the "Jiuyang True Scripture", and he thinks that most of them are not his opponents;

He Chengdao didn't say a word, just stared at him coldly. He knew that his brother Zhang Wuji was kind-hearted, if he preemptively made a move on Zhu Jiuling, Zhang Wuji was afraid that he would prevent him from making a spicy move, only if the other party made the first move, at that time, the master made a move, and he simply did not allow each other, and he put the other party to death, so that the eldest brother would not blame himself.

Zhu Jiuling's complexion changed for a long time, and finally his jealousy of Jiuyang Divine Skill prevailed, he snorted coldly, gave up competing with He Chengdao, and said to Zhang Wuji with unhappiness: "Boy, this cave is so narrow, how did you two come to be?"

Zhang Wuji scratched his head, he was already a righteous gentleman, and this action added a bit of honesty to him: "It's nothing, in fact, this cave is not too narrow, shrink your body, and I and Chengdao will come over easily." ”

Zhu Jiuling's eyes lit up: "Can I get by?"

Zhang Wuji nodded slightly: "It should be fine." He thought in his heart that as long as he slapped his whole body bones with the Jiuyang Divine Skill and shrunk his body, he should be able to pass smoothly.

"Okay, good!" Zhu Jiuling laughed happily. When he was trapped here, he also tried to force his way into the cave, but at that time he not only failed to do so, but was stuck in a narrow part of the hole, unable to advance or retreat, and finally had to break a rib to get out. Now it seems that the reason why I couldn't get in at that time was just because of the wrong method.

Zhu Jiuling was happily carried away, who knew that if he was not careful, his feet slipped suddenly, and his body fell backwards, behind him was a cliff, there was no place to borrow strength, this fall down, I am afraid that the gods could not save it.

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, he never thought that Zhu Jiuling would make such an oolong, and he had the heart to come to the rescue, but after all, the distance was too far and he was powerless.

He Chengdao was opposite Zhu Jiuling, only he had enough time and ability to save Zhu Jiuling, but he didn't do anything, just coldly watched Zhu Jiuling fall in front of him.

This kind of mental trick is not right, and it is better for a person who is almost wolf-hearted to die, he thought silently in his heart.

He Chengdao took two steps forward, came to the edge of the cliff, and looked down, suddenly his eyes froze, and his brows were deeply furrowed.

Zhang Wuji rushed forward and asked loudly, "Uncle Zhu, are you still there?" He stared down, only to see that there happened to be a willow tree a few feet away from the platform, and Zhu Jiuling was hanging on it, although his clothes were tattered, there was no blood on his body, and occasionally he could hear a few muffled snorts, obviously his life was fine.

Zhang Wuji is not only kind and generous by nature, but also has studied medical skills for several years with Hu Qingniu, a doctor in Butterfly Valley, the so-called doctor's parents' hearts, at this time, seeing that Zhu Jiuling has not fallen to death, he really has a little joy in his heart, and he can't help shouting: "Uncle Zhu, you hold on, I will save you." ”