Chapter 1068: Neither fight nor choose

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Chapter 106th Does Not Argue or Choose
The stage is the battlefield of Mr. Shushu. In order to please the audience, he needs to do his best to wield his skill here. But at this time, the stage became a battlefield of solution.
The sweeper Tao Mushan did not lie. He is a man who has been ignored for too long in Sanqingguan of Wudang Mountain. His world is not big, only the size of Zhang Zhenren's yard. It is his responsibility to make this small yard look clean, and it is his mission to make the coarse tea and light rice taste sweet.
But at this time, the mission imposed on him became a lot heavier.
Fang Xie summoned all the rivers and lakes high-flyers, at the expense of falling down and fighting against Mushan, not for the Taoists in the Wudang Mountains to come down. Therefore, at this time, the mission of Mushan is no longer the biggest role of the pot, the most important role of every ingredient, but the Sanqing concept.
So when Mu Shan stepped onto the stage, his steps were slow and his shoulders fell forward slightly.
Such as carrying a heavy load.
Common people often mention a sentence, how to observe whether a person has practiced martial arts, depends on his shoulders, the shoulders of people who practice martial arts all year will slightly tilt forward, called collapsed shoulders. This pose doesn't look special, what's the reason is only the martial artist himself understands.
But this is an ordinary martial artist, not a practitioner.
Mushan never knew if he was a practitioner, because he never practiced seriously, and no one pointed him at anything. He just lived around Zhang Zhenren for more than thirty years.
Isn't this a chance?
"The real person made me work hard, but you are still the prince, so I don't know how to fight."
Mune, honestly.
Mu Shan's words made everybody present laugh, and the people who were the lesser ones laughed more and more.
"How do you get used to playing?"
Fang Xie asked.
Mu Shan thought for a while and then shook his head: "I've never hit it, so I'm not used to it. But I'm a little bit angry now, so my shot may be a bit heavy."
"why are you mad?"
Fang Jie asked again.
Mu Shan glanced around the smiling onlookers: "They're mocking me."
Fang Xie nodded: "Then you can make them dare not ridicule you, and then fight me."
Mu Shan was silent for a while: "I'll fight you first, the real person didn't let me hit them."
After he said this, he took a step forward, sinking his shoulders, and pushing his palms flat. This move seems to be very slow, that is, a three-year-old child and a seventy-year-old man can hide away. But it just seemed that when he pushed his hands forward, Fang Jie's face changed involuntarily.
A layer of Jin Rui's power combined with the power of the earth formed a strong defense before Fang disbanded. Mu Shan seemed to be sluggishly slow, but it turned into a raging tide. But the tide was a little strange, calm and palmless, as if nothing was born.
The two were separated by about three meters, and within three meters there was really nothing.
The palm wind suddenly appeared before Fang's disintegration, hitting the defense fiercely. What surprised Fang Xie the most was that the palm wind was not slamming, but was circling and cutting! It's like there are countless small sharp knives hidden in the palm wind, which are swept regularly, cutting the defense of Fangjie layer by layer.
Fang Jie's eyes disappeared in a flash, but in this flash, Fang Jie saw the article in the palm of the wind.
This is a strange kind of inner strength. This kind of inner strength looks like an inner strength. In fact, there are countless tiny inner strengths inside, just like binding many weeping willow notes together When waving, the wicker didn't hit all at once. When the first wicker was beaten, the back wicker hadn't finished the change from back to front.
Fang Jie's red eyes flickered and she saw a beautiful scene.
To describe it, it is the inner strength of Mushan, like a peacock.
But the solution knows that it's not a peacock, it's just a ... broom.
What a weird person, how weird to attack.
Even more strangely, after Fang Xie blocked this inner strength, it seemed that the inner strength rushed directly behind Fang Jie as if it was bypassing a large stone river. Then a huge broom was formed in the air and swept across the stands.
Just once, everyone in the stands from the first floor to the third floor was hit by a broom. No matter who it was, it couldn't be avoided. What does it feel like to be broomed? Not everyone knows, who will pat people with nothing? But those who have been photographed can feel the same. It's not just a dense and painful itch, but also a sense of suffocation.
After a moment, all the clothes on the opposite layer from the first to third layers were torn, and then a small red trace appeared on his face.
The reason why this is even stranger is because these people were hit by the broom, but nothing around them, including the tea cup, teapot and even the towel, didn't move. If this is a cleaning, there is no doubt that it is the most accurate cleaning.
"what?"
Seeing Fang Xie didn't move, and her offensive seemed to have little effect on the other side's solution. Mushan was obviously surprised.
"Why are you okay?"
Compared to a large ticket ragged on the stand in the opposite, the solution to the problem has not changed. Mu Shan hit everyone in the face of the stand in just one click. He said before that he was a bit angry because those people mocked him. A self-respecting person cannot bear the ridicule of others.
But soon, his attention turned from those people to Fang Jie.
The solution couldn't move, and he felt a little disgusted.
It was as if he was not alone in front of him, but a stone that he could not move while sweeping the yard. The broom swept over, and the stone was still there. So he can only continue to sweep, stronger than ever.
...
...
Can't move
Still can't sweep.
At this moment, the onlookers knew how high this inconspicuous Taoist cultivation was. It is also at this moment that people know how high the Emperor Wu Fangjie's cultivation is. Mushan kept sweeping, where there was something north and south, and wherever the energy passed, most of the people who had previously mocked him were swept, and suddenly became ragged. There aren't many people who can block the strange practice of Mushan. And what can be blocked is insisting on clenching his teeth.
Since it won't move, change it to a shovel.
Mu Shan's hands clenched, as if holding a shovel in his hand, shovel towards Fang Xie's feet. It is a habit to scoop everything down.
How is a shovel coming over like a weapon?
Fang Xie's feet dodged a little, and the acting groaned.
Under the feet, it spread down along the stage, and there was a bang. The lanterns hanging on the bottom floor were all dropped. That was the place where the cooks cooked. Fang Jie stepped down and the big stove in front of the cooks. All the rising flames were suppressed. Who has seen the flames burn down?
After this kick, Mushan frowned.
His shovel was trampled by Fang Xie.
He pulled back hard, without moving.
Then he came to his senses. Fang Jie was not a rock that his broom couldn't move, but a mountain that couldn't be moved with a shovel. The was stepped on by Fang Xie and could not come back. He naturally discarded and no longer robbed, but chopped his hands back and forth with his palm knife as if knocking on his back.
Fang Jie couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It turned out that the world is really omnipotent.
Mushan is chopping vegetables, exactly chopping stuffing.
The two knives are alternated alternately, so fast.
On top of Fang Jie's head, knife by knife fell, knife by knife faster than knife by knife. The most amazing thing is that the strength of each knife is exactly the same. The first knife has multiple weights, and the latter knife has multiple weights. There is no change in one point. Zhang Yiyang, sitting in the private room for tea, could not help but sniffed after seeing this scene, as if looking for the fragrance of the filling.
It really smells.
Fang Xie also sniffed hard.
"Pork stuffed with cabbage ..."
He whispered, then shook his head: "Lone is not pork, nor cabbage, nor is it a chopping board."
He stretched his hands forward, dragged back in the void, and slammed back, as if he really dragged the two invisible guesses from Mu Shan's hand, Mu Shan's palm It turned out that bloodstains appeared. As soon as Fang Jie pulled, the two kitchen knives flew backward.
boom!
The three-story building behind Fang's dismissal was cut into two openings, from the first floor to the third floor. Fang Xie adjusted the strength when throwing the two kitchen knives. The kitchen knives were cut out from the position of the partition wall between the two bags. The dust and broken wood flew up in a flash. The Swallow House was cut open two times. The foot has a large mouth half a meter wide.
The bitterness is that the person in the middle part of the seat, after losing support, swayed and looked at him and fell, and could not hold on for long. The frightened rivers and lakes started to jump down, and all the people who made dumplings fled.
The broom is gone, the kitchen knife is gone.
Mu Shan apparently froze for a moment, and then he muttered, "It really has to be very hard."
He started to move and walked around Fang Jie. His speed is very fast. It doesn't take long to see people clearly. Only a circle of gray shadows is left, as if countless individuals are running around Fang, and the afterimage is connected with the afterimage. It is impossible to see which one is the real body. Those gray-faced Jianghu guests on the stands who had any thoughts at this time to ridicule Mushan were all frightened by the two people on the stage.
"That inconspicuous Taoist is actually so high, Wudang Mountain is really a place to hide and lie down!"
One of them said, squinting at the dust in his mouth.
"Don't you think that the King of War is obviously higher? Until now, King of the King hasn't countered yet, just defending. You look back at those two big mouths. If this knife falls on you, can you stop it? It's unusual to take the knife lightly, "he said.
"Just!"
The person next to him said, "I have heard that King Wu's repair is amazing, and now I finally see it."
There was a lot of talk underground, but this time I really couldn't help but want to laugh. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if tolerating hard. The reason why he wanted to laugh was because Mu Shan said that he still had to work very hard, and he was running around Fang Jie at this time. Guess, Mushan is ... pushing the mill.
It really has to be very hard.
Each of the afterimages is actually true. The offensive from all directions towards the Fangjie is as continuous as the Yangtze River. Not only that, Fang Jie seemed to have a huge grinding disc on his head. It was turning with the push of Mu Shan, the speed was getting faster and lower. He actually regarded Fang Jie as beans, and wanted to grind Fang Jie into powder.
After Fang Jie pondered for a moment, he suddenly raised his foot and walked in the opposite direction for a moment.
Mu Shan ran clockwise, while Fang Jie ran counterclockwise.
Click!
The disc suddenly stopped!
Immediately following the sudden stop of the mill disc, Zhenfei flew out ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Then it was Mushan who was bloodshot from the corner of Zhen's mouth. Fang Xie stopped his grinding disc in a most direct way. The grinding disc couldn't stand it, and he couldn't stand it.
"Failed"
Zhang Zhenren sitting in the private room picked his mouth and said, "It's really amazing that Xiuwei entered the country so fast. When you were in the southwest, you were far less successful than you are now, and you might not be able to touch it for a long time. I encountered that barrier. This world is really unfair. Whoever is the strongest is the one who is the most successful. It depends on talent ... "
He got up and left.
"Liu Sanduo"
"Master, what are you calling me for?"
"In the future, you will stay in the Black Flag Army. Your master and the sixteen disciples under this gate will also stay. Your Master does not like to be lively. If there is anything, you should contact the Black Flag Army. He only takes this Disciples do things. In addition, Dao Zun does not dispute Wudang's affairs, neither chooses nor abstains. "
After saying this, Zhang Zhenren has disappeared into the night.