Chapter 1068

(thanks to Chen Xiaoru!!!! thanks to the world of mortals!!!)

The stage is the battlefield of storyteller. In order to please the audience, he needs to do his best here. But at this time, the stage became the battlefield of Fang Xie.

The sweeping Taoist Mu Shan didn't lie. He was ignored for too long in the Sanqing Temple of Wudang Mountain. His world is not big, only as big as Zhang Zhenren's yard. It is his duty to make the small yard look clean, and it is his mission to make the plain food taste sweet.

But at this time, the mission imposed on him became much heavier.

Fang Xie summoned all Jianghu dignitaries to fight Mt. Mu without sacrificing their identity, not to pull the Taoists of Wudang Mountain down the mountain. Therefore, at this time, the mission of Dushan is no longer to give full play to the greatest role of pots and pans, and to give full play to the greatest role of each food material, but to carry the concept of Sanqing.

So when dusk mountain ascended the stage, his steps were very slow, and his shoulders collapsed slightly forward.

Such as carrying heavy objects.

People often say that how to observe whether a person has practiced martial arts depends on his shoulder. The shoulders of people who practice martial arts all year round will tilt forward slightly, which is called collapse shoulder. This posture looks nothing special. What's the reason? Only the martial artist can understand it.

But this is an ordinary warrior, not a practitioner.

Dushan didn't know whether he was a practitioner or not, because he never practiced seriously, and no one gave him any advice. He just lived with immortal Zhang for more than 30 years.

Isn't this a chance?

"The immortal asked me to give ten points, but you are still the Lord, so I don't know how to fight."

Be calm and honest.

Dushan's words amused everyone present. The more xiaozongmen laughed, the more powerful they were.

"How are you used to playing?"

Fang Xie asked.

After thinking carefully, Dushan shook his head: "I've never played before, so I'm not used to it. But I'm a little angry now, so my hand may be a little heavy."

"Why are you angry?"

Fang Xie asked again.

Dusk mountain scanned a circle of smiling onlookers: "they are mocking me."

Fang Xie nodded: "then you can make them dare not ridicule you first, and then fight me."

Dushan was silent for a moment: "I'd better fight you first. The real person didn't let me fight them."

He said this, then took a step forward, sank his shoulders and pushed his hands forward. This move seems very slow. Even a three-year-old child and a 70 year old man can hide. But it just seemed that when his hands pushed forward, Fang Xie's face changed involuntarily.

A layer of golden sharp power and earth power are combined to form a very strong defense before dissolving the body. Dusk mountain seems to be a slow palm, but it raises a raging wave. But the storm was a little strange. It was calm and there was no palm wind, as if nothing had happened.

The distance between the two people is about three meters, and nothing really happened within these three meters.

The palm wind suddenly appeared in front of Fang Xie and hit that layer of defense hard. What surprised Fang Xie most was that the palm wind was not hitting hard, but circling and cutting! It's like that there are countless small sharp knives hidden in the palm wind, which sweep regularly and cut the fangxie defense layer by layer.

The red light in Fang Xie's eyes disappeared, but under this flash, Fang Xie saw the article in the palm wind.

This is a very strange internal force. On the surface, this internal force looks like one. In fact, there are countless small internal forces one by one, just like tying countless pieces of weeping willow paper together. When waving, the willows are not all hit at once. When the first willow is whipped, the Willows behind have not changed from back to front.

Fang Xie's red eyes flashed and saw a beautiful scene.

Described, it is the inner strength of dusk mountain, like a peacock opening its screen.

But Fang Xie knew it wasn't a peacock opening the screen, it was just a... Broom.

What a strange person, what a strange way to attack.

What's more strange is that after Fang Xie blocked the internal force, the internal force rushed directly behind Fang Xie like a river bypassing a big stone. Then a huge broom was formed in mid air and swept on the opposite stand.

Just a moment, everyone in the opposite stand from the first floor to the third floor was hit by a broom. Whoever it was, he couldn't avoid it. Not everyone knows what it's like to be photographed with a broom. Who can shoot people with a broom if nothing happens? However, only those who have been photographed can feel it. It is not only a kind of dense slight pain and itching, but also a sense of suffocation.

A moment later, the clothes of all the people on the first to third floors opposite were torn, and then there were small red marks on their faces and bodies.

The reason why it is even more strange is that these people were photographed by brooms, but the things around them didn't move at all, including tea cups, teapots and even towels. If this is a kind of cleaning, there is no doubt that it is the most accurate cleaning.

"Eh?"

Seeing Fang Xie didn't move, and his own offensive seemed to have no impact on the other party's solution, Dushan was obviously surprised.

"Why are you all right?"

Compared with a large number of ragged people in the opposite stand, the first solution has not changed. Dusk mountain hit everyone on the opposite stand in the face. He said before that he was a little angry because those people ridiculed him. A person with self-esteem can't stand the sarcastic laughter of others.

But soon, his attention shifted from those people to Fang Xie.

Fang could not solve it. He felt a little disgusted.

It was as if there was no one in front of him, but a stone he couldn't sweep when he swept the yard. Sweep the broom, the stone is still there. So he can only continue to sweep and compare vigorously.

……

……

Can't sweep

Still can't sweep.

At this moment, onlookers knew how high the seemingly insignificant Taoist cultivation was. It was at this moment that people knew how high King Fang Xie's cultivation was. Dusk mountain kept sweeping. There was no difference between East, West, North and south. Where Jin Dao passed, most of the people who had ridiculed him before were swept, and suddenly became ragged. There are not many people who can block the strange cultivation of dusk mountain. What can be blocked is to bite your teeth and stick to it. Where is it like fangxie?

Now that you can't sweep, then change a shovel.

The hands of Mt. Shan are empty, as if they were holding a shovel in their hands, and shovelling at the foot of the solution. It's a habit. Shovels run down.

What is the shovel that is shoveling over?

Fang Xie's feet hid, and the stage let out a dull groan.

Under the strength of his feet, he spread down the stage. With a crash, all the lanterns hanging on the bottom floor fell off. That was the place where the cooks cooked. Fang Xie stepped down and all the rising flames of the stove in front of the cooks were pressed down. Who has seen the flame burn down?

After this step, dusk mountain frowned.

His shovel was trampled by the square.

He jerked back a few times, motionless.

He realized that the solution was not a broom sweeping stone but a shovel that could not be shovel. The shovel was trampled out by the square, and he could not get rid of it. He was not to rush to grab it. He was chopping his hands back and forth with his palm knife, like the back of his chest.

Fang Xie couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It turned out that the world really can't practice.

Dushan is chopping vegetables, or rather stuffing.

Two knives, alternating in turn, are extremely fast.

Fang Xie's head fell one knife at a time, one knife faster than the other. The most amazing thing is that the strength of each knife is exactly the same. The first knife has the same weight, and the back knife has the same weight. No point has changed. Zhang Yiyang, sitting in the private room tasting tea, couldn't help sniffing after seeing this scene. He seemed to be looking for the flavor of the filling.

It really smells good.

Fang Xie also sniffed hard.

"Stuffed with pork and cabbage..."

He said a low sentence, then shook his head: "loneliness is not pork, nor cabbage, nor cutting board."

He stretched his hands forward fiercely, grabbed something in the void and pulled them back. With a crack, it was as if he really pulled the two invisible handles from Dushan's hand. There were blood marks in Dushan's palm. When Fang Xie pulled, the two kitchen knives flew out backward.

Boom!

The third floor behind Fang Xie was cut two times, from the first floor to the third floor. Fang Xie adjusted the strength when throwing out the two kitchen knives. The kitchen knives were cut out from the partition wall of the two private rooms. In a moment, the dust and broken wood flew up with a bang. The swallow building was cut into two big cuts half a meter wide.

The bitter thing is that the people sitting in the middle are staggering after losing their support. They are about to fall down and won't last long. The frightened Jianghu people above began to jump down, and all escaped like dumplings.

The broom is gone, the kitchen knife is gone.

Dushan was obviously stunned, and then he murmured, "sure enough, it still takes a lot of effort."

He began to move and swam around Fang Xie. His speed is very fast. He can't see people clearly before long. There is only a circle of gray shadow left. It's like countless people running around fangxie. The residual shadow is connected with the residual shadow. He can't see which is the real body. Those disheartened Jianghu guests on the stand were still in the mood to ridicule Dushan at this time. They were all frightened by the cultivation accomplishments of those two people on the stage.

"That humble Taoist has such a high cultivation. Wudang Mountain is really a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

One of them spat at the dust in his mouth.

"Don't you think that King Wu's cultivation is obviously higher? Up to now, King Wu hasn't fought back, but he's just defending. Look back at those two big cuts. If this knife falls on you, you can stop it? But King Wu takes it away lightly. It's unusual!"

"Yes!"

A man nearby said, "I've heard that King Wu's cultivation is amazing. Now I've finally seen it."

There was a lot of discussion underground, but Fang Xie really couldn't help laughing this time. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he endured very hard. The reason why he wants to laugh is that the sentence that Dushan said before still needs a lot of effort. At this time, he is running around Fang Xie. He is making a lot of effort... Others can't understand it. Fang Xie guessed that Dushan is... Grinding.

It really takes a lot of effort.

In fact, every shadow is true. The offensive from all directions towards fangxie is as continuous as the Yangtze River. Not only that, there seems to be a huge grinding plate on Fang Xie's head. It rotates with the push of Dushan, and the speed is faster and faster, and it is pressed down more and more. He actually regarded the formula as beans and wanted to grind it into powder.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Xie suddenly raised his foot and kicked the void in the opposite direction.

Dushan is running clockwise and Fang Xie is kicking counterclockwise.

Click!

The millstone suddenly stopped!

Immediately following the millstone, it was shocked and flew out by the strength of the emergency stop, and then there was blood at the corners of the shocked mouth. What overflowed was Dushan. Fang Xie stopped his millstone in the most direct way. The millstone couldn't stand it, and he couldn't stand it.

"Failed"

Sitting in the private room, immortal Zhang picked the corner of his mouth: "it's amazing that your accomplishments entered the country so quickly. When you were in the southwest, your accomplishments were far slower than now. Maybe you can touch that barrier in a short time. The world is really unfair. Who is the strongest, who is the most successful, or depends on talent..."

He got up and left.

"Liu Sanduo"

"Shigong, what do you call me?"

"In the future, you can stay in the black flag army. Your master and his 16 disciples in this line also stay. Your master doesn't like excitement. If there's anything wrong, you can contact the black flag army. He just takes this line of disciples to work. In addition, there is no dispute about the Taoist priest, Wudang Mountain, no election, no abstention."

With this sentence, Zhang Zhenren has disappeared into the night.