blogombal Chapter 96 The people of the Jin faction in the martial arts world are all kind-hearted!
Chapter 96 The people of the Jin faction in the martial arts world are all kind-hearted!
Chapter 96 The people of the Jin faction in the martial arts world are all kind-hearted!
Wei Wu was undoubtedly smiling when he spoke.
But the murderous aura that seemed to rise like a gust of wind from the tip of a blade of grass grew more pronounced as he stepped out, making his smile appear even more like honeyed words hiding a dagger, a smile concealing a knife.
Killing intent is invisible.
However, as Wei Wu's true energy was released, a dark red gas slightly distorted the air, and a strong smell of blood wafted over. The high monks of Tianlong Temple and Wu Santong immediately changed their expressions and became wary.
For the first time, Li Mochou realized that the man she had encountered in the mountains possessed such formidable strength. She couldn't help but feel fortunate: "Just as he said, he wasn't interested in me. Otherwise, with his power, I would have had no chance of protecting my innocence—"
While feeling fortunate, Li Mochou also felt somewhat frustrated. She was neither ugly nor did she have a bad figure, but Lu Zhanyuan didn't want her, and Wei Wu didn't even look at her!
It felt like an invisible slap across her face; Li Mochou's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, but her murderous intent towards He Yuanjun lessened considerably.
She was like a polarizer, swinging from one extreme to the other, believing the problem lay within herself.
Seeing this, Lu Zhanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart quickly jumped into his throat. He steeled himself and stepped forward, cupping his sword and bowing, saying, "May I ask, Hero Wei, has the Lu Family Manor ever offended you? Or is it this eminent monk from Tianlong Temple, Wu Santong of Mount Tai, who has a grudge against you?"
"Without gratitude or resentment, I was simply pleased by the opportunity."
Wei Wu chuckled softly, his eyebrows twitching slightly. "If you had any grudges, you would be dead by now."
The people in the hall changed color upon hearing this. Even the monks of Tianlong Temple, who spent their years with the ancient Buddha and the dim lamp, showed some displeasure. This person spoke with a very arrogant tone, as if they were not martial artists, but ants that could be crushed at will!
Wei Wu didn't explain, but simply beckoned to the monks of Tianlong Temple and Wu Santong with his fingers, "Come on, I'll let you have three moves."
You can't really understand much just by looking; you have to experience it for yourself.
Wu Santong was hot-tempered and had become even more eccentric due to the involvement of the monks from Tianlong Temple. Therefore, when provoked by Wei Wu, he immediately roared and stepped forward.
His punches were like planting rice seedlings, and his kicks were like chopping down trees. His moves were simple and unpretentious, with few variations, but each strike was powerful and heavy, filled with true energy.
Wei Wu dealt with Wu Santong with one hand, and in just a few moves, he figured out Wu Santong's skill level, which was roughly at the Xinmei level. He nodded slightly and said, "You're quite a master."
"Half."
He grabbed Wu Santong's fist with one hand, twisted his palm and twisted it so that Wu Santong's arm was visibly twisted into a pretzel. Wu Santong's old face instantly turned purplish-blue, but he gritted his teeth and didn't groan. Instead, he mustered all his strength and kicked out.
Wei Wu kicked Wu Santong in the knee.
With a crisp "crack," Wu Santong's corrugated iron cap shattered like a mirror, and his entire lower leg flew off.
Wei Wu also threw the man out.
Wei Wu shook his head and said, "Aren't there any true masters?"
He needs to earn at least 1.5 million reputation points in this world. If there aren't any top fighters to fight, he probably won't be able to replicate the Little Li Flying Dagger story. He'll have to come up with a different approach.
The high-ranking monk from Tianlong Temple first helped Wu Santong up, then used acupressure to stop the bleeding. After examining his injuries, his old face trembled like withered tree bark, and anger burned in his eyes. "Since we have no enmity, why did you act so ruthlessly?"
"Ruthless? We're all from the underworld, whose hands haven't been stained with blood? Even if he's crippled, or even if he dies here, it's still considered doing justice for heaven."
Wei Wu sneered incessantly.
None of those people in the underworld are good!
Regardless of gender or age, they all deserved to die!
"Does what you mean is that if there were any other masters present today who could kill you, you wouldn't regret it?" The high monk of Tianlong Temple considered his martial arts skills to be on par with Wu Santong's. With the help of a few moves taught by Master Yideng, he could defeat him in a hundred moves, but he could never do what Wei Wu did so easily.
Therefore, he was extremely unwilling to take action, but instead considered calling for reinforcements.
"Of course," Wei Wu didn't deny it at all. He was also a member of the martial arts world, so he deserved to die. He said righteously, "In the martial arts world, the strong live and the weak die. That's the way it is."
"What a crooked and unorthodox reasoning!"
The high monk of Tianlong Temple trembled with anger. He bent down, picked up Wu Santong, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Since you wish to see a master, would you dare to accompany this old monk to the south of the city to meet Master Yideng?"
"The Southern Emperor? Good."
Wei Wu has confirmed that this is not a comic book version of the martial arts world, and there aren't as many outrageous settings, so he is even more eager to see the strength of the Five Greats.
They're all top-tier martial arts masters, surely they should be able to force him to use his Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife?
Seeing Wei Wu's quick agreement, the high monk of Tianlong Temple felt a surge of admiration, which quickly vanished. He scoffed, "Ignorance is bliss! Please follow me."
Wei Wu, naturally, was not intimidated and immediately followed the monk to leave.
But two people stopped him at the same time.
One is Li Mochou.
At this moment, Li Mochou seemed somewhat dejected. The half-sword in her hand had disappeared somewhere. Her peach blossom eyes were red and swollen, and her face wore a forced smile with an inscrutable expression: "You've walked with me all this way, so I'll walk with you all this way too."
She wasn't driven out of the Ancient Tomb; she insisted on going down the mountain to find Lu Zhanyuan, refusing to listen to anything anyone said. Even when her master wanted to sever ties with her, she resolutely left the Ancient Tomb, making the tomb famous along the way, all to make up for her guilt.
Now that Lu Zhanyuan has found his place, she herself has become a rootless duckweed. Wei Wu, on the other hand, has become the closest person to her in the martial arts world, so she naturally wants to follow him.
Wei Wu certainly didn't mind.
Li Mochou was naturally beautiful; otherwise, she wouldn't have been called a "fairy" after being ruthless and killing countless people. Having someone like her on the road would be quite pleasing to the eye.
However, another person blocking his way surprised him—it was Mu Nianci and her son!
Holding Yang Guo in her arms and holding the silver ingot in her palm, Mu Nianci said, "I cannot accept a gift without merit. You and my son are complete strangers. Please take back this generous gift."
"Then just throw it away. I never ask for back what I give away."
Wei Wu casually waved his hand, urging the old monk of Tianlong Temple to set off.
The monk, who had just suspected a possible affair between Wei Wu and Mu Nianci, now felt a slight change in his opinion of Wei Wu after hearing the details. However, before he could make up his mind, he was angered by Wei Wu's impatient behavior and said, "Master Yideng is kind-hearted. Even though you severely injured Wu Santong, he won't make things too difficult for you. However, he has a monk named Ci'en under his tutelage. This man is none other than Qiu Qianren, the Iron Palm Water-Walking Master. He is full of ferocity and ruthlessness. If you encounter him, you'd better be careful!"
Wei Wu's lips twitched slightly. These people in the Jin faction of the martial arts world are really kind!
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