Chapter 154 The rules of the game

Mo Yu's face smiled more.

He suddenly found that he was quite fond of style. This person seemed to be a book businessman, but in fact, he was talented and heroic.

Xiongfeng said, "For the understanding of this sword in my hand, no one can surpass Mr. Mo's, so I don't know if Brother Mo Yu has a good chance of winning?"

Mo Yu smiled bitterly and said, "It's just a five-five count." Then he smiled bitterly and turned into arrogance hanging on his lips and said coldly, "But if the sword in your hand returns to my hand and the fingerprints of the male brother with two swords, it is strange that the male brother can support more than a hundred moves."

Xiongfeng's heart was hot, and his pride surged up. He shouted, "Then I will return the sword to you!" Let's take a look at it. I thought to my heart that maybe it was because the other party was so familiar with the innate palm.

Mo Yu shouted, "Nit's impossible!"

Xiongfeng frowned and said, "Mr. Mo, do you want to give up the difficulty?"

Mo Yu said frankly, "To be honest, I have a love for you, so I want to compare with Brother Xiong in another way."

Xiongfeng was a little moved and said, "It's best not to meet the prince." With a kind nature, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the beautiful spirit in front of him, and there was a superb figure who inherited the shadow of the magician Ouyang Hongmen.

Mo Yu said, "The way of the game is up to be decided by Brother Xiong. Mo will accompany him. If Brother Xiong is defeated, he will return the Innate Creation Palm to me. If Brother Han wins, Mo will forgive you for the crime of being a frivolous lady on behalf of his family teacher and will no longer be investigated. Whether this condition is accepted or not, Brother Xiong, please make a decision." There is arrogness between the language and meaning.

Hearing the words, Xiongfeng said, "Well, I'll just give up this game. With Brother Mo's wisdom, no game will escape Brother Mo's martial arts skills." Naturally, Xiongfeng knows that Mo Yu really intends to let himself and take his own tricks to deal with him. Xiongfeng can only secretly compete with himself when he wants to come. If Mo Yu wins, how can he still have the face to live in the world? You know, if such things like the young master of the light magic religion spread out. The consequences are very serious. From then on, I have no face to face Tang Xiaorou and Qiu Bingbing in the future, but I'm afraid that even Xu Jiao, who has been married to her since childhood, will have an incomparable disgust with herself.

Hearing this, Mo Yuchengzhu said in his chest, "After all, Brother Xiong has rich experience in the world. Although Mo appeared alone, he has already laid a trap here. It's just that the 20 evil swordsmen I taught the swordsmanship personally trained can make Xiong brother hate this. Can you believe it?"

Xiongfeng said, "I can also feel it if you don't tell me. When I held the dagger just now, I vaguely felt that Brother Fang had a master in the dark, so how could I not believe what Mr. Mo said? The strange thing is that since Mr. Mo is going to fight with me alone and fight with each other, how can he still make his men besiege me now?"

Mo Yu smiled and said, "You will know this truth in the future. Since you can't think of the way to play the game, it's better to draw it down by Fang to see how respect is."

Xiong Feng thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you talk about it!"

Mo Yu Zhengrong said, "From now on, I will call all the people who monitor Xiong's brother and compete with Xiong's brother. If Xiong's output, I will admit defeat. On the contrary, hehe... You know. If you win, I will definitely come back to Xiong in three months. How are you doing?"

Xiong Feng was moved when he heard it. Let's not talk about whether Mo Yu can really defeat them. When dealing with these 20 swords, he wants to use the sword in his hand to see how his skills are.

Mo Yu saw that he looked at home and was not surprised. He smiled and floated back.

Mo Yu's voice came from afar and said, "One day, Fang's twenty swords can't beat Brother Xiong's dagger, and this dagger will be handed over to Brother Xiong's custody."

Xiongfeng looked at Mo Yu disappearing at the corner of the official road, and his eyes shot with admiration.

Mo Yu is worthy of the disciples of Ouyang Hongmen. He acts openly and generously, teaches people to be impressed, and also teaches people unfathomable depth.

He roared and sank into the forest.

The game he mentioned has begun.

Yang Jing and Huang Ji Niudao agreed to meet on Langtao Island in the South China Sea on August 15 next year. After saying goodbye, I arrived in Qingcheng before noon.

As soon as he entered Xiangqing City, he felt the unusual atmosphere there.

There are many more martial arts figures on the road.

Some of them are from the right sect at a glance, while others are gangs or underworld people, making the atmosphere like a tightened bowstring. This is the territory of the Qingcheng faction.

Yang Jing avoided the street and asked for a simple guest room in a remote inn.

When he came to Xiangtan, he wanted to find someone and asked him if he would go to Salt Lake City with him to rescue Su Qianyang.

After having breakfast in the room, he began to meditate, allowing the true qi in his body to flow through the blood and muscles all over his body. Without Su Qianyang's teaching, Yang Jing can only explore by himself.

A sound of shouting came from next door.

Yang Jing woke up and listened carefully.

I only heard the second of the shop who took him to the room scold: "His grandmother's dead appearance. If you don't know how to get up and get out tomorrow, I will throw you outside. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Yang Jing's heart moved, pushed the door out, and happened to meet the shopkeeper with an angry face. He asked, "Why did the second brother get angry?"

When the second store saw that Yang Jingfeng was handsome and handsome, he did not dare to neglect him. He raised his finger and pointed back and said, "This man fell ill** and had no money to pay the rent. If it hadn't been for the virtue of God's good life, I would have been able to have kept him out, but I couldn't go on."

Only then did Yang Jing sympathize with him. He immediately paid the rent for the patient and watched Xiao Er leave before entering the room.

** Lying on a young man with a bloodless face and about his age, he looked at Yang Jing powerlessly, with a strange look flashing in his eyes, and he didn't know whether he was grateful or hateful.

Yang Jing came to the bedside and said, "My friend turned out to be from martial arts. I don't know which faction was internally injured here."

The man's eyes flashed, as if he was very welcome to Yang Jing's arrival, and he was also gratified by Yang Jing's help.

Yang Jing was also very gratified that such a young and successful fellow was saved. Yang Jing smiled at him and asked, "Do you have any relatives and friends here? I'll call them for you. As soon as I finished speaking, the man coughed wildly.

Yang Jing couldn't help walking over and saw that the man coughed with black blood on his chest.

The man's eyes closed and seemed to faint.

Yang Jingjian frowned and his heart moved, but said, "What a pity. Let me find a doctor to see you!"

As he spoke, he left the room and just stepped out of the corridor, and his eyes lit up.

A tall girl, never less than 20 years old, black and white skin, like a beautiful face, with a yellow chrysanthemum in her hair knot, stood at the end of the corridor and smiled and waved to him.

Yang Jing almost thought she was dazzled. Looking at it again, the girl was indeed still there wading to him.

Yang Jing pointed to himself with his finger.