Chapter 475

This road is not long, not short. When the audience was entangled, finally, the Wudang Golden Hall arrived. The woman politely thanked the disciples of Wudang School for picking up the guests, and then walked into the Golden Hall.

It turns out that there is also a pick-up disciple!

The camera has always been on the woman, and there is no shot of the reception disciple in front of him. If it hadn't been for the last appearance, I'm afraid that the pick-up disciple would not have been as good as an outsider.

"Master Yu, this is the letter I ordered my disciples to bring on behalf of the head sister." The woman saluted slightly and handed over the letter.

And in front of her was Yu Lianzhou, the head of the Wudang faction. He took the letter, read it for a while and said, "I have received the letter, nephew Molly, please go to the guest room to rest. Later, I will reply to a letter. Please bring it to the head of your school.

This pink-dressed Emei disciple is Mo Li. At this moment, she saluted and said, "Yes, Uncle Yu."

So, several Wudang disciples took Molly to the guest room under the instructions of Yu Lianzhou.

The camera is deflected, and in another place, the two are fighting fiercely, but in a place where there is no one, only two people fight against each other.

Both of them are fascinated by their swordsmanship. In a short glance, they know that it is a master duel, and it belongs to the kind of confrontation between top masters.

The sword came and went, and the two fought for a while. Suddenly, one of them opened the opponent's long sword and pushed it out with one palm. The other person was obviously a little stunned. He was firmly slapped and spit blood and retreated back.

The man smiled proudly: "God of Fighting clears his heart, but in this case, I will send you to the west."

Hearing this, there was a life-and-death duel between the two.

The one who was slapped and vomited blood turned out to be the god of fighting. In an instant, the enthusiasm of the audience came up. Obviously, this clear heart was also within the scope of their vote, and the ranking was not low.

While talking, the man raised his sword and was about to wave it to solve the Qingxin.

However, after all, Qingxin is Qingxin. Although the middle palm and the injury is not light, the will of the God of Fighting can be imagine. He went against the split sword, and his right hand brought an inner strength, but the long sword stabbed out, and the target was the man's chest.

It's a desperate look!

The man had the upper hand. How could he fight with him and quickly take the sword back to defend? However, Qingxin grabbed the long sword he wanted to withdraw with one hand, and the blood in his hand flowed down. Qingxin didn't care. He took a step forward, handed out a sword, and pulled his left hand back with the sword.

The man didn't expect it. With a "sneer", the sword broke out, and the man immediately turned into white light.

And Qingxin was not much better. He only had time to order a few acupuncture points for himself and then fell down.

"Damn it! This is a man!" Someone couldn't help shouting, and this desperate scene aroused the blood in the man's heart.

"Damn, that's enough!" Soon, another sound sounded.

"It's worth a toast!" Another person said.

"Come on! Let's drink a toast to the God of Fighting! Win beautiful!" Someone said.

Then in the windows of each room and on the street, there were wine glasses and kettles, and the whole city was shocked.

"Do it!"

"God of Fighting, good job! Pure men!" After drinking, the whole city was praised.

At this time, the picture on the scroll changes again.

This is the guest room of the Wudang faction. The door was slowly pushed open, but two Wudang female disciples came out. They saluted the door and said, "Please have a good rest."

It was Molly who came out of the door. She quickly returned the gift and said, "Thank you very much."

The three smiled, and the disciples of the Wudang School left.

Molly saw them off and was about to go back to her room when she suddenly heard a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. She frowned slightly.

hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at the sound from the sound and turned a corner. She suddenly covered her mouth in shock.

The camera approached, and in front of Molly, there was a man covered with blood. Looking at the appearance of the dress, he should be a male disciple of the Wudang School.

"Are you all right?" After a moment of shock, Molly quickly bent down, touched the man's neck, and exhaled, "There is still salvation!"

She looked around and saw that the guest room was empty. The previous disciples of the Wudang faction had said that she took a look at the bloody male disciple and helped him up, but this man had fainted. As a woman, it was quite difficult for her to help such a big man.

It took a lot of effort to get the male disciple into her room.

The picture is deflected, which is already a scene in the room.

The guest rooms of each sect are roughly the same. At this moment, there is a beautiful man lying on the bed, still wearing bloody clothes, but the injured area is wrapped with white bandages.

The camera deflected, and Molly lay on the table and seemed to fall asleep.

"Hmm." With a muffled sound, the person lying down slowly opened his eyes and sat up alertly, but it seemed to touch the wound. He frowned, looked around and said to himself, "It's the guest room."

He turned his head and found that Molly, who was asleep, was stunned.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the white bandages on his body, and suddenly blushed.

"Well..." Seeing this, there was a long wolf howling outside.

"This is so cute." A girl's voice came.

At that moment, there was a burst of laughter outside.

"Are you awake?" Molly's voice came, and just as she looked down at the bandage, Molly slowly woke up.

There is something wrong!

The audience shouted psychologically.

"Well, are you? A disciple of the Emei School?" Qingxin looked over and said.

"Well, you... fought with someone. You were so seriously injured." Molly said, poured a glass of water and walked closer to Qingxin: "Drink some water."

"Well," Qingxin was stunned, and his handsome face seemed to blush slightly: "Thank you."

I took the teacup, took a sip, and only heard Molly say, "The internal power of your Wudang school is easy to use. You have suffered such a serious internal injury, and you can't wake up so quickly, but you can't fight all the time. Every time you do this, it's not easy to cure if you hurt your inner feelings." With that, he smiled.

Qingxin was obviously stunned, then nodded and said, "I know."

"Well, I'm leaving. I have informed your brothers of the Wudang faction. Don't worry, they will come soon. You can't get up yet. Lie down obediently." With that, Molly got up and walked out.

"Wait, wait!" Qingxin struggled to get out of bed, but it seemed to touch the wound. After a moment, he frowned in pain.

"What?" Molly turned around.

"You...what's your name?" Qingxin hesitated for a moment and then said firmly.

Molly smiled, turned around, and then walked out the door.

Qingxin looked at her leaving, with a sad look on her face.

"My name is Molly."

Far away, Molly's voice came.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Qingxin's face.