Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 166 The Villa Contest ([-])
Yue Lingshan smiled awkwardly at Lu Sanjin with twin glows on her cheeks, quickly lowered her head, and hid it in Yilin's chest.

When the atmosphere was embarrassing, discussions erupted in the martial arts arena.

"This stick of incense is about to burn out. If no one comes to the stage, Mr. Murong will have successfully defended the ring."

"Young Master Murong has easily defeated the disciples of the Shaolin School and the Emei School and the Huashan School, truly worthy of the name of Nan Murong!"

"Nan Murong is not weak. It seems that what happened in Xiangyang City that day is just a rumor."

"What rumors? I was there that day, but it was true. Murong Fu was indeed defeated by Yang Guo."

"Is this true?"

……

Murong Fu on the stage was still looking proud, but as he listened, his expression gradually became stiff, and he tightly held the folding fan in his hand.

"If anyone is willing to teach you, you can come to the stage and fight Murong."

Although the group of young heroes were not angry, they knew how much they weighed, and no one came to the stage.

Elder Mo Zuo squinted his eyes, sizing up those heads with unsightly faces, waiting for the last wisp of smoke to dissipate.

"The incense has been burned, Mr. Murong has successfully defended the ring." Elder Mo Zuo stroked his gray beard, walked onto the ring, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Mr. Murong, you can go down and rest first, and wait until the other two rings are selected. Lord, let's divide the top three."

Murong Fu nodded slightly, left the ring, and walked towards the place where Feng Bo E and the others were.

Unshaven and full of smiles, he cupped his hands and said, "Young master's martial arts has improved again, I think Yang Guo is no longer your opponent now, congratulations."

Bao BuTong was holding the sword in his arms, stroking his mustache, shaking his head and saying, "No, no, Yang Guo was able to win that day because he relied on the power of the weapon, and the son was careless for a moment, so he lost. Now that the young master is on guard, he will definitely not fall into a disadvantage."

Murong Fu listened, the corners of his lips slightly raised, at this moment a slender hand handed over a handkerchief, "Cousin, you are sweating, wipe it off quickly."

Looking at his beautiful cousin, Murong Fu smiled even wider, and took the initiative to hold Wang Yuyan's slender palm.

Wang Yuyan was startled, her brows were bright, and she lowered her head.

Bao BuTong and Feng BoE looked at each other with smiles in the corners of their eyes.

……

After the incident just now, Yue Lingshan felt much more relaxed.

Immediately, Yue Lingshan grasped the sword and strode towards the ring, being stunned by the people around her.

Yilin pointed at Yue Lingshan's graceful back, with a sad face, "This...why did Miss Yue come on stage? What if she was injured by the sword?"

After fighting for so long, although no one was killed in the field, there were indeed many wounded.

Yilin was right to be worried.

"Uncle Tie, take care, don't let Miss Yue get into trouble."

Lu Sanjin is an open-minded and kind person, so naturally he wouldn't take what happened just now to his heart.

The "black face" made before was just to tease the little girl.

Lu Tie knew his son's character, so he was not surprised, he responded and squeezed into the crowd below the ring.

After all, Yue Linshan is the daughter of the head of the sect, and her martial arts are not far behind. She can be regarded as an upper-middle figure among the younger generation, and she is only on par with Zhang Feng of the "Taishan School" before.

but.

It was fine if she didn't go on stage, but once on stage, Yue Buqun could tell her identity from her moves, the veins on the corners of her brows bulged, obviously angry.

But Linghu Chong beside him was worried.

First, he was afraid of his master's troubles, and second, he was worried about Yue Lingshan's safety, so he said bravely, "Master, this disciple wants to go to the ring."

Yue Buqun turned his head and glanced at his first disciple, then at Yue Linshan who was evenly beaten, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be reckless."

Linghu Chong frowned, knowing that Yue Buqun had agreed, he ran over without stopping.

Yue Linshan's opponent is a leftist.

His name is Zhou Liang, nicknamed "Death-killing Knife", and he wields an extremely sharp long knife.

"Are you a girl?" Zhou Liang said suddenly, pressing down the long sword with a single blow.

Yue Lingshan pursed her lips and remained silent, using the extremely complicated "Nineteen Styles of the Jade Girl Sword" to make it even faster.

The dense sword shadows dazzled Zhou Liang, and he fell into a disadvantage. Zhou Liang had been wandering in the rivers and lakes for many years and had extremely rich experience.

really.

Yue Linshan, who had fought three times in a row, was dripping with sweat in no time.

The move of "Nongyu Blowing Xiao" was a few minutes late. Zhou Liang seized the opportunity and suddenly burst out with great force. With a sound of "Ding Dang--", the long sword fell down. He cut off Yue Lingshan's forearm.

"Junior Sister!"

Linghu Chong roared, and just as he was about to rush up, he saw an old man moving faster than himself, guarding Yue Lingshan who was still in shock, snapping off his long knife with one hand.

"Why did senior make a sneak attack?"

Zhou Liang took a few steps back and asked carefully.

"Forgive others and forgive them. The sword has already fallen, so why do you have to do it?"

Zhou Liang's eyes flickered, he smiled slightly, nodded and lowered his eyebrows, "What the seniors taught me is that the juniors know their mistakes."

Lu Tie didn't care whether he knew it for real or not, he accused an elder of Zhujian Villa and took Yue Linshan away.

After thanking Linghu Chong, his eyes flickered and he strode onto the ring.

"Huashan faction, Linghu Chong, please enlighten me."

Zhou Liang smiled, and took the long knife sent by the disciple of Zhujian Villa, "Death-killing knife, Zhou Liang."

……

Lu Wushuang looked at Yang Guo eagerly, pouted, "When are you going up, the selection will be over soon."

Looking away from Linghu Chong who was playing heartily, Yang Guo said lightly, "Why are you anxious, isn't it interesting to watch a play?"

"..."

"Forget it, if you don't go, I will go up by myself."

Lu Wushuang pursed her mouth and wanted to go on stage, but found that her shoulders felt like a heavy burden, she couldn't move, she stared at Yang Guo viciously sideways.

"I'll go up and play."

After saying that, Yang Guo walked towards the ring on the right, his steps were very relaxed.

"Sect, name."

Mo Liuhua, the elder of Zhujian Villa, asked directly without raising his head.

"Scattered people in Jianghu, Yang Wujiu."

"Is this hopeless?" Pointing at the writing on the paper, Mo Liuhua raised her head, revealing a more mature face similar to Mo Xiezi's.

Yang Guo took a pen and wrote by himself, pressed his fingerprints, "It's not to blame."

Mo Liuhua said "Oh" twice, and asked casually, "Why is the young hero wearing a mask?"

"It's ugly and scary."

Mo Liuhua paused, and gave Yang Guo a weird look, "If you don't mind, young man, let me touch the bone."

Seeing that Yang Guo agreed, Mo Liuhua stretched out his hands, and after a while of groping, his expression was very surprised, "Do young heroes have a marriage?"

"I already have someone I like."

"Since there is one, why does the young hero still want to play? Isn't he a half-hearted person?"

"My righteous sister likes a precious sword from Guizhuang. As an elder brother, I will naturally agree."

Mo Liuhua squinted her eyes, and tentatively said, "I'm the one who decides to give Shaoxia's righteous sister a sword. How about Shaoxia agreeing to my request?"

Yang Guo estimated the time, but he was not in a hurry, "What request do you want, let me hear it?"

"I would like to invite Mr. Yang to be our guest secretary, what is Mr. Yang's opinion?"

"Not interested in."

"Mr. Yang has no family or sect. Joining our village can be regarded as a help. The magic weapon in the village is up to you to choose, and in ordinary times, you don't bother Mr. Yang to use it."

Mo Liuhua added a condition, with a little expectation in his eyes.

"No need."

Yang Guo went straight to the ring.

At this time, the two above just decided the winner.

The Golden Knife Sect disciple who had just defeated a strong enemy just wanted to say "next one" in high spirits, when he saw Yang Guo on the stage, his face turned dark immediately, revealing small resentful eyes.

"Golden Knife Gate, Wang Jiayao."

Yang Guo looked at the golden knife in his hand that was shining with golden light, and said calmly, "Scattered people in Jianghu, Yang Wujiu."

"Brother Yang, let's make a move."

After Wang Jiayao's words fell, he brandished the golden knife and rushed towards him with a few bloody suns.

Yang Guo originally wanted to wrestle with him for dozens of rounds, but suddenly he felt that it was meaningless, he reached out with one hand, and easily grabbed the golden knife that came to his face.

Wang Jiayao was shocked at first, and then his delicate cheeks were as red as boiled crabs, and he held the knife in both hands, bursting out with all his strength, trying to take the golden knife back.

"You are not my opponent, step down..."

"No way!"

Wang Jiayao replied stubbornly, the veins in his arms were bulging, obviously he had exhausted all his energy.

"Well... I admire you."

Yang Guo nodded his head and said, he popped out a zhenqi ball with his fingers, and hit Wang Jiayao's "Tanzhong acupoint" on his chest.

His dantian was hit, Wang Jiayao let out a muffled snort, his internal energy stagnated, eight percent of his strength disappeared, and he could only watch helplessly as his golden saber fell into Yang Guo's hands.

Wang Jiayao looked at Yang Guo in shock, opened and closed his mouth several times, as if he was deeply shocked, leaving a lonely back in the setting sun, which made people feel very sympathetic.

An inexplicable sense of guilt struck, the corners of Yang Guo's mouth twitched, and he casually threw the golden knife at Wang Jiayao's feet.

The residence of Emei disciples.

A pretty woman with some looks said, "Master, I'm going to meet this kid who hides his head and shows his tail!"

Miejue Shitai glanced at the disciples beside him, and stated, "Jun Min, you are no match for that man."

"Master, let me try."

Miejue Shitai frowned and said nothing, closed his eyes, as if resting his mind.

Ding Minjun gritted his teeth, unwilling to lose face in front of his fellow students, "Master, this disciple will return as soon as he goes."

Say it.

Ding Minjun took the long sword and rushed to the arena where Yang Guo was.

Seeing the disciples of the "Emei Sect" on the stage, Yang Guo accidentally glanced at Miejue Shitai on the stage.

"Mice, look at the sword!"

"Choking—" With a sound, Ding Minjun drew his sword directly, and the sword light swayed with sharp sword energy, and from an extremely tricky angle, he stabbed at Yang Guo's throat.

Yang Guo, who wanted to be merciful, frowned, turned his fingers into a sword, and went up to him, the cold air coming out of his fingertips was enough to freeze human blood into frost.

"Heh, I am not comparable to any Golden Knife Sect disciple."

Ding Minjun scolded coquettishly, and the speed of the long sword became even stronger.

when--

With a crisp sound, the fine iron long sword struck decisively, Yang Guo continued to move, and with a move of "Xi Shi holding the heart", he flew towards Ding Minjun's heart.

Ding Minjun was terrified, and put his sword in his chest.

when--

Ding Minjun was like a kite with a broken string, rolling in the air, spitting blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

"You...you...poof—"

Ding Minjun tremblingly raised his finger slightly, spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and passed out.

"Elder Sister!"

"Sister!!"

……

In the stands, Master Miejue frowned and turned into a long sigh. Although the rest of the disciples didn't like this harsh "big sister", it was impossible for them to watch her die and leave someone behind to heal her wounds. A few people rushed into the arena impulsively, and Miejue Shitai didn't even realize it.

Yang Guo was slightly taken aback, "The disciples of the Emei School are quite united."

"Why did you make such a murderous move?"

"watch out!!"

……

Yang Guo was a little annoyed by being entangled, before Mo Liuhua stepped forward to stop him, he used his lightness kung fu skills, tossed and turned on this side of the ring, appeared behind some Emei disciples, stroked the "Jade Pillow Point" on the back of their heads, and moved them After being subdued, he casually threw it out of the ring.

Mo Liuhua shook her head and smiled wryly, looking at Miejue Shitai who was beside her with an uncertain expression, she didn't know how to comfort her, and she was speechless for Yang Guo's "destroying flowers with hot hands".

"Jingxuan, take someone to see how they are doing." Miejue Shitai gave orders to the tall and angry Jingxuan Shitai beside her, walked onto the ring, half-closed her eyes, "Your Excellency's martial arts are so good! Gao Qiang, why make things difficult for some juniors?"

Seeing this, the heads and disciples of various sects and sects in the stands were all attracted attention, with different meanings.

Mo Xiezi frowned slightly, and flew onto the ring.

"Master..."

"Vendor Mo, there is no need to say more, this matter needs to be settled with him."

Seeing Miejue Shitai's posture, Mo Xiezi felt unhappy, his expression gradually turned cold,

"This place is the "Sword Casting Villa". No one else is allowed to be presumptuous and break the rules here. If the master insists on doing this, he will pass my test first."

Mo Xiezi changed his previous posture of the younger generation, and clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes rippling with purple light, quite majestic.

Miejue Shitai looked at Mo Xiezi in surprise, but also didn't expect her to be so tough.

Scanning the watching eyes around her, Miejue Shitai's frown became deeper and deeper, almost turning into a small knot.

The two confronted each other face to face, and the smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

The stands.

Lu Wushuang and the others saw that this suddenly turned into a fight between two women, they all looked at Yang Guo who was staying out of it with strange expressions.

Yilin, who had chanted "Amitabha Buddha" several times, looked at Miejue Shitai's back worriedly, "Miss Lu... Don't benefactor Yang do it on purpose?"

Lu Wushuang, who was already full, shook his head, "He's not that busy, it must be an accident."

"Yilin looks at you, is she worried about that old nun?"

"Amitabha, Miejue Shitai and her family teacher are good friends, so the poor nun naturally doesn't want her to make any mistakes."

Lu Wushuang recalled it for a moment, and muttered in a low voice, "Oh...Master Dingyi is that old nun's friend, and it really is like people flock together."

"Amitabha, you two, please listen to what I said."

Xuan Nan, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy in Northern Shaolin, recited the Buddha's name and walked over with several monks from the Bodhidharma Academy.

Mo Xiezi nodded slightly, cupped his hands and asked, "What advice does Master Xuannan have for you?"

"Amitabha, I am ashamed to teach you, just to say something."

"Master, tell me."

"Since the teacher also agrees, then I will say a few more words." Xuannan clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute to the two of them.

"Master loves his disciples, it's not wrong to stand up, and it's not wrong for Master Mo, as a landlord, to uphold the rules, but the reason is because this benefactor Yang is too cruel..."

(End of this chapter)