Master, one of the top people in the rivers and lakes.

Who could it be?

Wu Zheng sat still, wanting to see how the visitor planned to enter the room next.

On the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, when the family was reunited and the New Year, he suddenly appeared in the Mo Mansion, and it was a night walker on the roof of his retreat, except for coming by himself, Wu Zheng couldn't think of any other possibilities.

For a long time, no more movement was heard. However, Wu Zheng was very sure in his heart that the person who came was still on the roof and did not leave. As for why he was so sure, Wu Zheng himself couldn't tell, it was just a feeling, or a hint of vigilance from his heart, which was always reminding Wu Zheng that he was still in danger.

About two quarters of an hour later, the man on the roof moved.

There was a loud bang ——, overhead, and countless broken tiles and gravel fell one after another. I really didn't expect that someone would kick the roof directly with a jack drop. As a black shadow fell rapidly, through the hole that was kicked open, Wu Zheng could see the deep starry sky outside, and felt a cold wind blowing towards his face.

Still didn't move, sitting cross-legged on the big bed pulled by Bayiji, Wu Zheng quietly looked at the person who had already grabbed him. Although the black veil covers the face, it still feels a little familiar.

"We've met before, haven't we?"

When the black shadow heard this, he had already stretched out his hand to Wu Zheng, I don't know if it was because he didn't expect Wu Zheng to wake up from the customs, or because Wu Zheng seemed to recognize himself, he couldn't help but stiffen suddenly.

"Where is Xiaoxiao, who dares to break into a private house at night?!"

With a break from the outside, the moment the door was pushed open, the hand that had stiffened slightly for a moment stretched forward again. However, before he could touch Wu Zheng's body, he had to quickly retreat sideways.

Because, Wu Zheng's right thumb, which was lying flat on his knee with his palm up, suddenly moved.

With a slight sound, a sneering ——, a true qi as thin as a pine needle struck the Yunmen acupoint on the left shoulder of the black shadow.

The skill of the person who came was indeed not simple, even if it was close at hand, it was formless and substantial, and the Zhenqi attack without warning failed to work. While it retreated rapidly, its body twisted to the right, just to avoid Wu Zheng's attack on the Cloud Gate Acupoint.

Although, at this time, Mrs. Fan, as well as Mo Zi, had already rushed into the door. However, the visitor had no intention of giving up. Instead, taking advantage of the sideways momentum, his right foot took a step forward again, stretched out his right hand and continued to grasp Wu Zheng's chest.

Looking at his moves, he didn't want to snatch it away with anyone, he just wanted to snatch the small snakeskin bag on Wu Zheng's chest and kept close to him.

It's just that it was almost exactly the same as last time, when the arm was just stretched out and was about to touch Wu Zheng's body, he heard a faint and snorting sound again. In his busy schedule, he had to repeat the same trick, and the right foot that stepped out quickly withdrew to the left rear of the left foot, intending to dodge sideways.

However, this time, Wu Zheng's target has been changed to the Jizhong acupoint on the opponent's chest. Compared to the last Yunmen acupoint, it is more difficult for the opponent to dodge, after all, the entire upper body needs to be completely sideways to dodge.

Ding——。

Mo Zi, who had seen Wu Zheng's Zhenqi outside, saw that the other party had no way to hide, even if he couldn't hit the Jizhong acupoint, he was bound to hit a certain part of his left chest, but there was a sudden crisp sound in his ears.

I don't know when, the black shadow already has an iron bone fan in his hand.

"Duanmu Yuntian?!"

As soon as this fan was shot, Mo Zi and Wu Zheng opened their mouths almost at the same time to reveal the identity of the person who came.

Duanmu Yuntian, a three-peer scholar who was forced to use the famous weapon iron bone fan to block Wu Zheng's fingers, did not intend to give up because his identity was exposed. Instead, he simply tore off the black veil to hide his face, waved the iron bone fan in his hand, rubbed his body and stepped forward again.

At this time, Wu Zheng had already gotten off the bed and stood beside the bed. I thought to myself, no wonder I felt a little familiar just now, it turned out to be the famous Duanmu Yuntian.

Wu Gongzi stepped back. ”

Hearing the sound, Wu Zheng did not move, but stretched out his right hand to the right rear.

Mo Zi understood best, and reached out to snatch the long knife in his grandfather's hand and quickly handed it to Wu Zheng's outstretched hand.

It's not that he can't use the six-vein True Qi to meet the enemy, the first is that Wu Zheng is worried that in the face of a top martial arts master like Duanmu Yuntian, if the True Qi doesn't continue, he will be in trouble. Moreover, I really wanted to use a rare opponent like Duanmu Yuntian to test what I had gained during the fifteen-day retreat.

Seeing that Wu Zheng did not retreat, although Old Taijun Fan knew that Wu Zheng's skills were no longer comparable to ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, after all, he was facing today's martial arts leaders, and he couldn't help but worry in his heart. Therefore, he had already twisted the dragon head on the dragon head crutch, holding the spear in his hand and being on guard, once Wu Zheng was defeated, it would be good to save him in time.

On the contrary, Mo Zi's eyes lit up, and he was nervous and excited to stare at Wu Zheng's every move who was already fighting with Duanmu Yuntian.

After half a month of retreat, although he still can't completely control the original moves, he is no longer always led by the moves like when he used them before. Therefore, Wu Zheng is more calm when he starts to do it now.

This time, Wu Zheng finally understood a truth, the so-called moves, whether it is sword moves, knife moves, stick moves, or fist moves, should not be immutable. Just like this set of moves in the hand, if the vertical and horizontal sword style carved on the four walls of the stone platform by the master sword idiot is compared to a painting, and it is a tree, then the original move is only a painting of the trunk of the tree.

A tree can grow countless branches and leaves. In other words, the original move can evolve into an infinite number of moves. It is by no means what the master sword idiot imagined, it has only evolved into a number of nine moves.

If you put it another way, there are countless moves, that is, there are no moves.

Like trees in the wind, no matter where the wind blows from, branches and leaves always respond in the most concise and natural way. And it's never the same wobble and flipping.

While the long knife in Wu Zheng's hand saw the move, as long as there was even the slightest loophole in the iron bone fan in Duanmu Yuntian's hand, he could lose no time in rushing in.

After coming and going, Wu Zheng became more and more confident. Duanmu Yuntian became more and more frightened the more he fought.

And Mrs. Fan, who was standing at the door watching the battle, had long since stopped holding the spear tightly, and she was originally on guard, but she gradually relaxed. However, a pair of wise eyes are looking very seriously.

There are tricks like no moves, and there are no tricks if there are moves.

Duanmu Yuntian knew that he couldn't fight anymore.

At the beginning, he didn't take Wu Zheng in his eyes, let alone the three people who broke in. Now, although he still didn't take the three people who broke in in his eyes, Wu Zheng in front of him had to impress him.

How could Duanmu Yuntian not know that the surroundings of Mofu were full of secret outposts of the Imperial Forest Army, if he continued to entangle, he would be surrounded by a large number of Royal Forest Army, and his identity would have been exposed, would he want to openly oppose the imperial court? )