Chapter 391

The moment the national master was shot away, everyone was stunned. This is not archery, but catching sandbags, right? One race at a time, who will die faster than others!

The National Teacher's body drew a beautiful parabola in mid air.

They all raised their heads, followed the parabola, and turned their necks to see where the master would be shot be missing.

The little daughter of the prime minister's family shot away the famous national master yeluo!

They're not dreaming, are they?

"Shifu -"

the disciples of Guoshi Hall who were watching from the stage made a mess and rushed out in a panic.

Father Fu finally got up from the water pit. Before he could stand still, he was knocked back into the pit by a group of disciples of the National Teacher hall.

The first reaction of the elder disciple was to find the master. However, when he came to the duel platform and was about to jump down, he suddenly thought of something. He stopped and looked coldly at Ji Mingxiu.

Ji Mingxiu let him look at him generously.

His eyes immediately fell on the blood moon bow in Wangshu's hand: "impossible There is only one blood moon bow... "

Ji Ming eyebrow tip a pick a way: "you mean I this blood month bow is false?"

Of course, the eldest disciple would not think that the other's blood moon bow was fake. If one of them had to be fake, it must be in the hands of the master.

In this way, it can explain why the little girl was shot for a long time, but nothing happened.

The eldest disciple looked solemn and said coldly, "you must have stolen my master's bow last night while he was injured!"

It's not stupid, boy.

But how could the cunning Prime Minister admit such a thing?

Ji Mingxiu said innocently: "it's unreasonable for you to say so. You can't say that I stole your things just because my ancestral bow is the same as yours."

The elder disciple frowned and said, "but I haven't heard that Ji's family also has a blood moon bow!"

"I just found out." Ji Ming shaved as like as two peas in his hands, and said, "that day, when I saw the bow in my master's hand, I remembered that there was a bow in my Ji's warehouse, so I would try it out."

The first disciple guessed: "you You lie

Ji Mingxiu sighed and said, "what's there to lie about? I remember you just said that only your master can open your yeluo's blood moon bow. If this bow is really your master's, why can my daughter use it easily? "

"This..." The first disciple choked.

He had never heard of two blood moon bows in the world. His intuition told him that the bow in the little girl's hand was the master's!

But If it's really the master's, why can she open the bow?

You know, before the completion of the sacrifice ceremony, even his qualified disciples could not use the blood moon bow.

Ji Ming said: "also, you insist that I changed your master's bow. How did I change it? You've been guarding the side hall all night. Don't you know if anyone has gone in? "

Yes, there were disciples patrolling the yard all night. He was sure that no one was near.

On the roof of Changhuan hall, the Golden Eagle stretched its wings, revealing a white one on the left and a white one on the right.

Humans have never been here, but we animals have been here more than once!

Ji Mingxiu said: "in addition, if it is true that I replaced your master's bow as you said, isn't the bow in your master's hand a fake? If it's fake, what are your six younger martial brothers shot by? "

The eldest disciple was completely speechless.

Yes, if the bow in master's hand is not real, why are several younger martial brothers so seriously injured?

Do you mean Is master's bow true?

Are there really two blood moon bows in the world?

His mind is in a mess now.

If master's bow is true, why is it that this little girl has been shot so many times without any problem? Who the hell is she?

If master's bow is fake, how did the younger martial brothers get hurt?

He's all in a dead end.

On the table, Qiao Wei poured a cup of tea for Huo Shigong: "thank you for your help."

Mr. Huo took a sip of tea.

Beside him, pearl, paralyzed, took the nonexistent cup and took a sip of the nonexistent tea.

On the other hand, a disciple of the national master hall came to find the first disciple and told him that he had finally found the national master, but the situation of the national master was not optimistic.

In his heyday, the national master was shot to pieces by the blood moon bow. Yesterday, he was poisoned. There were only seven successful forces left. The extent of damage can be imagined.

The eldest disciple is in a state of confusion!

Ji Mingxiu gloated at the elder disciple, as if to say, what? Can your old man still fight? If you can, come up and abuse my daughter again!

The first disciple is not good at all!Ji Ming said: "Oh, my Lord, can't you come back? What can we do? Yijixiang's Kung Fu hasn't arrived yet. Shall we continue to break the battle or continue to break the battle? "

What a mess?!

Eight people's array, array eyes are gone, only one of the eldest disciples left.

Is this kind of array still broken?

What's special is broken, OK?!

The eldest disciple is so angry.

No matter how unwilling the people in guoshidian were, they lost the game.

At night, the hall of national master Luo was defeated by a little girl. When it came out, it was enough to laugh.

Ji Ming said: "two wins in three games. We won the next game. It's time for your master to make my bet."

The eldest disciple's face turned to a color of pig liver, and his fist clenched and cackled.

Ji Mingxiu gathered a light look, and a trace of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes: "I'd like to admit defeat. If your national teacher hall dares to break the debt, don't blame me for not reading the friendship of the same family!"

The color of the first disciple's face faded in an instant.

This man is always an easygoing and tranquil look, but just at that moment of ruthlessness, let him clearly realize that Ji Mingxiu can do anything! If they dare to default, Ji Mingxiu is bound to let them pay for it!

Ji Mingxiu walked slowly to his eldest disciple, but his voice was not loud, but every word was frightening: "go back and tell your national teacher, I will tell him what happened after three days, and in three days, I will come to collect what he lost to me."

Elder disciple It's like falling into an ice cellar!

Ji Mingxiu turned and walked to the edge of the duel platform, and picked up Wangshu who was waiting for the national master to come back.

Wang Shu held the blood moon bow in his arms and asked his father, "when will old uncle come back? Why is he gone all of a sudden? "

I haven't had enough.

Ji Mingxiu fondly rubbed her head: "old uncle is old, I want to go back to rest."

Wang Shu said: "but I still want to play. Dad, please play with me."

The prime minister stumbled and nearly fell!

Child, Keng national teacher can, Keng father, can't!

……

This duel was much more wonderful than I imagined. Although I didn't see the duel between the sacrificial sword and the blood moon bow, I'm afraid what I see today is much more wonderful than what I can see in my life.

The child was gently held in the prime minister's arms, a pair of fleshy hands playing with the tassels hanging from the prime minister's official hat, with picturesque eyes, as delicate as a porcelain doll that can be broken at a touch.

Who could have thought that it was this little guy who easily defeated yeluo's national master.

All the way out of the palace, the officials couldn't believe it was true.

Ji Mingxiu and his party got on the carriage happily.

At the beginning, when the national master sent a letter to the Ji family, the Ji family offered to return the body of Princess Zhaoming and hand over the life of the national master. Now that they have won, Princess Zhaoming can finally settle down in peace. As for the arrogant national master --

"sacrificial master!"

As the carriage drove out of the palace gate, a familiar voice rang behind the carriage.

Ji Mingxiu slowly opened the window curtain.

The eldest disciple came over sweating. I don't know what he had just experienced, but his momentum is different from before.

When he saw Ji Mingxiu, his throat moved and he knelt down without saying a word.

Ji Mingxiu said with a smile: "what is the wizard going to do?"

The first disciple bowed his head and said, "master, his old man is seriously injured and half of his cultivation has been wasted. Please give me a hand and spare my master's life!"

Qiao Wei Tut, can't see that the apprentice is quite affectionate.

Ji Ming said carelessly, "if I don't forgive you?"

The eldest disciple said, "I have something that the priest wants. If the Lord is willing to release my master, I will offer it with both hands!"

Ji Mingxiu gave a faint smile: "what can be worth the life of master Luo at night?"

The elder disciple zhengse said, "I know that ordinary treasures are in the eyes of the priest, but what if it's the priest's own life? Plus your brother's two lives for my master's one, the priest thinks it's a good deal? "

"What do you mean?" Jovi came over.

The elder disciple sighed: "did the priest and Xiao Zhuoma ask Mu Qiuyang for the murderer who hurt Princess Zhaoming at the beginning, but mu Qiuyang didn't agree with the priest? In fact, it's not that Mu Qiuyang doesn't want to promise, but that he can't promise. The murderer died a few months ago. He is the last one who has trained Jiuyang palm to the Ninth level. Apart from him, no one in the world can solve the palm poison of the priest and his younger brother. "

Qiao Wei could see that he was not lying. She lifted the curtain to the maximum and said, "it doesn't matter if he's dead. What's the secret?"

As soon as the elder disciple heard this, he knew that the other side had also made up his mind to practice martial arts and detoxify himself. He solemnly said, "that's what I want to say. He was burned to death at home at that time, and the secret script was also burned. But my master has a complete rubbings in his hand. As long as you promise to release my master, I will put the secret script Steal it for you