Chapter 520

He Xie smiled: "does the Ming King feel unbearable pain at noon in recent years?"

Although Hatoyama Chi didn't speak, the frightened and stunned expression on his face had explained everything.

"Ha ha..." He Xie smiled proudly and stood with his hands down“ This is the problem of the Ming king. If there is no help from me, the Ming king will be possessed by this, ranging from March to May and from a year to a year. At least his internal skills will be lost, his whole body will be paralyzed, and at worst his muscles and veins will be broken, and his life will be hard to protect! "

He Xie looked at the surprised and angry expression of Jiu Mozhi, smiled coldly and said, "as long as the king of Ming is willing to promise me these two things, I will immediately cure you and teach you the solution!"

"It's you!" Jiu Mozhi suddenly realized it and angrily pointed to He Xie. "In those years, you passed on the little monk's little Wuxiang skill and the little monk's Prajna Vajra palm. You also told the little monk that the 72 unique skills of Shaolin are all in the Sutra Pavilion. The little monk can borrow them at any time. All this is your conspiracy! You plan for 30 years, just want to use the monk for you! Murong Bo, you have a deep idea! "

"Hahaha..." He Xie laughed loudly, "Ming Wang, if there is no old man, why are you today? You and I just cooperate with each other and get what they need! As for the conspiracy you said... "

He Xie sneered: "I'm not the descendant of the detached evil ward sword. I want you to pay for your Taoist magic skills! The Ming king should have understood this truth thirty years ago! "

"People are dangerous! People's hearts are dangerous... "Hatoyama Chi was so angry that he shivered all over.

Suddenly, his eyes were full of light, staring at He Xie's back and yelling, "who's sneaking? Come out! "

He Xie subconsciously wanted to look back, but suddenly realized that it was wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as Jiu Mozhi saw he Xie's turning back, his whole body was full of Qi. He suddenly waved his palms and slapped him on the chest!

This Jiu Mozhi is really born to eat this bowl of rice in the Jianghu!

If Murong Bo were true, he would not want others to find his whereabouts after pretending to be dead for 30 years. He would be very nervous when he heard that someone was peeping.

In a hurry, there is really a great chance of being caught by Hatoyama's trick.

Unfortunately, Hatoyama Chi is not facing murongbo, the old silver coin, but he Xie, the sunshine boy.

At that moment, he Xie didn't want to. He immediately showed his power of changing the stars and welcomed him with his palms.

Bang!

Such as the muffled sound of the defeated leather, Jiu Mozhi's violent internal power was guided by He Xie in his body and rebounded back.

Jiumo Zhi suddenly snorted and flew out backwards. He staggered a few steps before he barely stopped.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he Xie suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "I just used four success forces! Ming Wang, you are not my opponent, so don't insult yourself! "

Hatoyama's face suddenly changed and he froze in place.

He Xie smiled and continued: "I know that the king of Ming is not angry. I'm just a person who knows the current affairs. Junjie is also good for the king of Ming. What's more, it will be of great benefit to the king of Ming when it is done. The Ming king is a generation of eminent monks. You can't understand such a simple truth, can you? "

Jiu Mozhi's face was uncertain. After half a ring, he slowly finished his work. He folded his hands and bowed slightly: "the battle of Murong family has changed. As expected, it deserves its reputation. I've learned it."

"It's a big matter. Please forgive me. I can't make a decision immediately." He followed the sidewalk, "please let me think about it for a while, sir."

"No!" He Xie flatly refused, "I don't have time to wait for the Ming King's reply. If the Ming king doesn't agree to me, I'm afraid I'll take back what I gave to the Ming king that year!"

After that, he Xie smiled again: "I taught the little Wuxiang skill that the Ming King relies on. The Ming king will not be naive enough to think that I have no backhand?"

"You -" Hatoyama Chi was angry and cold, but he couldn't say a word.

"Well, I'll take a step back." He Xie pretended to ponder, "go and find the dog first, and plan for him to get close to the descendant of the evil ward sword, and join us in the villa. I will allow you to postpone your consideration!"

Although Hatoyama Chi was full of anger, at the moment he knew that his lifeline was completely controlled by the other party, and there was nothing he could do.

"Thanks to Mr. Murong, I remember it in my heart. I dare not forget it!" Finally, jiumozhi deeply worshipped He Xie and turned away.

He broke up with him on this worship.

Seeing Jiu Mozhi leave, he Xie showed a satisfied smile.

Now, little turtle dove and Murong Fu will take the initiative to send them to the bowl.

After he was sure that Hatoyama Chi had left, he began to wander around in this treasure house of martial arts.

He Xie was not surprised. There are few martial arts here that can be on the table. The only one that can make him see more is the dog beating stick method of the beggars' sect. There are only incomplete moves and no internal mental skills.

With the tolerant attitude of "coming all the time", he Xie was patient and turned over several sword techniques with a critical eye. Not to mention, there were some vulgar sword techniques, and occasionally there were moves of a flash of light, which brightened his eyes.

However, the gold rush in the sand was very boring. He Xie didn't bother to see it for less than an hour.

At this time, he might as well figure it out by himself.

He Xie thought that the plot should soon develop to the beggars' sect meeting in xingzilin. He thought that he might as well go to Wuxi City to see if he could meet Qiao Feng by chance.

He doesn't know yet that his cheap brother is still as destined as Qiao Feng at first sight.

Just as he Xie was about to go away, he suddenly looked a little moved and heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

There are two people here. They are all frivolous and have no martial arts.

He Xie was originally doing "stealing books and elegant things", and now he is still Murong Bo's face. Naturally, he has no intention to see outsiders. Just before he leaves, he hears a crisp voice outside saying, "Miss, the maid is waiting for you outside. If anything happens, you can just call me."

Another hazy voice like smoke cage and cold mountain came: "no, you go back first. The beggars' sect wronged their cousin and killed their vice leader Ma. He and brother Deng attended the meeting. After all, they are heroes and can't defeat many people. I'm just afraid that if I don't understand, the two sides will lose peace... "

"Young master Biao has excellent martial arts. Those flower seeds can't eat enough. There must be nothing he can do." The slave maid said.

"You don't understand anything. The beggars' sect and the flowers who don't have enough food on the street are two different things." The young lady said with worry, "the beggars' sect has two magic skills, the eighteen dragon subduing palms and the dog beating stick. In our langhuan jade cave, there are only some incomplete moves of the dog beating stick. However, there is no mental skill to practice Kung Fu. The eighteen dragon subduing palms can't be seen at all. If you don't even know each other's moves, how can you return it? "

"It's no use worrying, miss. Young master Biao may have finished fighting with the flowers." The maid said.

"What fight? It's so ugly? It's a martial arts association. " The young lady said angrily, "I know it's useless, but I'll read more books and summarize the experience with my cousin when he comes back..."