Peng Lianhu, the "Man-Slaughterer with Thousand Hands", took advantage of Guo Jing to meditate and heal his wounds, and waved the Iron Judge Pen to point at Guo Jing's head.
With a distance of more than three feet and being suppressed by "Master Lingzhi", Guo Mo watched helplessly as his elder brother was in danger, but was unable to save him.
At this moment, someone from the crowd suddenly shouted "Show mercy", and a gray figure was seen shooting out from the crowd quickly. A strange weapon was then thrown out of the hand and directly wrapped around "Qian".
The Judge's Pen was in Peng Lianhu's hand. Following the trend, the Judge's Pen was empty with one move, and Guo Jing was spared.
"Who?" Peng Lianhu, the "Thousand-Handed Man Slaughter", originally thought of killing Guo Jing, but he didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and actually saved Guo Jing's life.
Peng Lianhu withdrew from the circle and took a closer look. He saw that the person who came was a middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a gray preaching robe and holding a whisk in his hand. Although the two had just exchanged a simple move, "Thousand-Hand Man-Slaughter" knew this
People are by no means mediocre.
Seeing that Guo Jing had been rescued, the visitor also took the opportunity to help Mu Yi up from the ground. The woman in red stepped forward to support Mu Yi, and the two retreated back again to protect Guo Jing who was on the ground recovering from his injuries.
The Taoist walked up to Peng Lianhu and said, "Your Excellency is the famous 'Thousand-Handed Man Slaughter' Peng Lianhu, the leader of Peng Dazhai? I've heard about his name for a long time, so I'm sorry to see you here."
"Grandpa is Peng Lianhu, who are you?" Peng Lianhu became angry when someone disturbed his good business.
"Haha," seeing Peng Lianhu being so rude, the Taoist was not angry. He smiled and "sauntered" two steps in front of Peng Lianhu. He saw that there were actually a few half-inch deep footprints left on the ground.
"Ah, you are the 'Yuyangzi' Wang Chuyi, known as the 'Iron-footed Immortal', Master Wang?" Peng Lianhu, the "Thousand-Hand Man-Slaughter", was surprised. He did not expect to meet this person here.
In terms of strength, the "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi is the third among the "Seven Quanzhenzi", and his martial arts is second only to the "Changchunzi" Qiu Chuji, and the eldest "Danyangzi" Ma Yu is between the brothers.
"Haha, I don't dare to take the word 'real person' seriously. The poor man is Wang Chuyi." Wang Chuyi smiled slightly and replied, "Peng Zhai master is not in Shanxi to receive blessings, how come he came to Zhongdu, where there is heavy snow in the sky, bullying a person?
The junior who is recovering from his injuries has lost his bearing as the leader of Peng Village."
"'Yuyangzi', others are afraid of you 'Quanzhen Seventh Son', but Peng is not afraid. What happened today has nothing to do with your surname Wang. Please stay out of the way, otherwise it will not look good on you or me."
Although he has heard of the other party's reputation and understands his martial arts skills, the "Thousand-Hand Man-Slaughter" cannot lose his reputation.
"Master Peng, I have never met this little brother, but I saw that he has a chivalrous heart, so I came to stop him. If you are not a poor Taoist who wants to make things difficult for Master Peng, please show your kindness and help me and the Quanzhen Sect.
I'm so grateful to you to spare this little brother's life just to save my face." "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi said and cupped his hand.
There is a saying: don't hit the smiling man with your hands. Peng Lianhu, the "thousand-handed man-slaughter", saw "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi and had no intention of taking action. It seemed that he was just trying to save people. He also thought of the other party and the power of the Quanzhen Sect.
, for a moment, I couldn't make up my mind whether to continue taking action.
At this time, "Yu Yangzi" Wang Chu turned around and looked at the young prince, "What is your name? Who is your master?"
The young prince was watching the competition between the people in the field with great interest, and it was very helpful to verify what he had learned one by one. Suddenly he saw the Taoist who came later, who called himself "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi
, I felt a little numb, thinking about hiding in the crowd and never showing up again, but I didn't expect to be singled out by Wang Chuyi.
"I, Wan Yankang, have met the Taoist priest. As for the name of the master, I apologize that I cannot tell you." There was no place to hide, so the young prince had to stand up respectfully. "Master Lingzhi" saw the situation here.
, worried that the young prince had made a mistake, he hurriedly stopped and came closer.
"Hmph, does your master have a red mole on his left cheek?" Wang Chuyi asked.
Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, the young prince could only nodded slightly.
"I had expected that you were Senior Brother Qiu's disciple. I won't argue with you about today's matter. I will let your master tell you in the future." Wang Chuyi turned around and looked at Guo Jing, Guo Mo and others, "But
These people, Pindao, are under arrest today, you are not allowed to harm them."
"Taoist Priest, since you know my master, you are my senior. If you wish, you can come to the palace as a guest at any time. I welcome you most." The young prince still looked respectful, "As for these few people who follow me,
The grievances between the several ministers in the palace cannot be resolved by the younger generation. They are enshrined by my father and only occasionally protect the safety of the younger generation."
"You..." Wang Chuyi clearly knew that the young prince was playing tricks on him, but he had nowhere to turn. If he really took action, the other three were all well-known underworld figures. Fighting alone, he might be able to take advantage of it.
If you have the advantage, one on two, or even one on three, you have no chance of winning.
At this moment, a sound of shouting suddenly came from the east. Dozens of people cleared the way. With a creaking sound, a graceful and luxurious carriage drove over from behind.
Someone ran to the little prince in advance and whispered: "Little prince, the princess is here." The little prince was startled, "Who is so talkative?" Seeing that the carriage had arrived, he hurried forward to greet her.
"Mom, it's snowing and cold, why are you out here?"
"You little monkey, I haven't seen you for a while, why are you causing trouble outside again?" The voice of the princess in the carriage, even when she was scolding the young prince, was so gentle and sweet.
When Mu Yi heard the voice from a distance, he felt like he was being shocked by electricity, "How...how can it be so similar?"
"Mom, where did I get into trouble? I just went out today and made a few new friends. I want to invite them to the prince's palace." The young prince replied quickly.
"Okay, Mom, I don't care whether you cause trouble or make friends. It's snowing so heavily and it's almost dark. Let's go back to eat with Mom." Although the princess's voice was soft, there was no doubt about it.
The young prince had no choice but to look back at Mu Yi and his daughter, greeted everyone, and followed the princess's carriage.
"It's her, it must be her," Mu Yi stood there and said silently. Mu Yi believed that he could not hear the voice that had haunted him countless times. But, how could she be the princess of the Kingdom of Jin?
The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky. People gathered around the princess's carriage, which had disappeared around the corner in the distance. Mu Yi still stood there, muttering to himself from time to time. In the wind and snow, some rickety bodies became more and more...
Appearing haggard.
"Brother——" Guo Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground doing exercises to heal his injuries, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood and fell unconscious instantly.