So even if he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, he could only stare at Lin Wushuang fiercely and not dare to take action.
Lin Wushuang sneered: "Old dog, are you going to get out? If not, go catch a thirty-pound wild catfish right away and let your anus..."
"enough!!!"
He roared loudly, his voice hoarse: "It's an insult to gentleness, it's really an insult to gentleness. A grand master of martial arts actually said such dirty words. It's too much, it's too much. Just wait. I'm from the Sword Fighting Conference.
In the martial arts arena, I will definitely let you die without a burial place."
Hahaha.
Lin Wushuang crossed his arms and sneered: "When the time comes, I will use thirty kilograms of catfish..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a whoosh!
It was as if a strong wind was blowing, the wooden gate of the small courtyard had been opened, and Lei Li had left angrily and disappeared without a trace.
Lin Wushuang smiled, shook her head, and said to herself: "I didn't expect that I was also led astray by Master Xiong. I used to be so serious and rigid, how could I deliberately use such words to annoy people?
However, this Lei Li is really shameless. He actually wants to use this method to get a place in the Wudang Sect. Only by scolding him like this can he relieve the hatred in his heart."
It turns out that it was contaminated by Master Xiong!
It seems that this unscrupulous, shameless and bottomless "three-no monster" is really like a virus, it is too easy to lead bad people. If Fu Yang knew about this, I'm afraid he would have to be more careful with this damn fat guy.
It’s okay to lead two male apprentices to evil, but Xiaona must not do that!
Otherwise, Fu Yang would definitely strangle Master Xiong to death.
Fortunately, Mr. Xiong is generally quite restrained in front of girls... Moreover, the overall personalities of Gu Jianyang and Lin Wushuang are quite serious and serious.
That is to say, very occasionally, they may learn to curse people like their "Uncle Xiong" to express the anger in their hearts.
The Dongting Sword King Lei Li happened to be the first to hit the muzzle of the gun.
"Alas, we can't do this anymore. Otherwise, Master will definitely be unhappy when he hears this. Master Xiong, Uncle Xiong... well, I don't know why a cat demon can be so unruly?"
Lin Wushuang showed a smile, closed his eyes, and continued to recuperate. Although he could not practice magic yet, he stayed with practitioners every day and learned some methods from it.
Ah sneeze!
On the top of the mountain, Mr. Xiong in Lehu Pavilion sneezed. Then the damn fat cat secretly wiped his nose with the hem of Fu Yang's clothes who was chatting next to him, and said gloomily: "Is someone scolding me behind my back again? Humph,
The world is really in decline.”
Ah sneeze... another sneeze. So, he continued to wipe his nose with Fu Yang's clothes without being noticed!
Three days later.
The sword fighting tournament has officially begun!
The venue is in a valley basin among the peaks of Wudang Mountain. In the center of the valley is a huge circular arena in the shape of a Tai Chi pattern. It is surrounded by other martial artists participating in the sword fighting competition.
In the surrounding mountains, Wudang disciples were promoted from bottom to top based on their cultivation level and status within the sect.
On the top of the mountain, there are naturally the places for distinguished guests like the "Trio of Shemales" and members of the powerful elders of the sect...
The first to compete were the martial artists below the martial arts masters.
This is actually the least interesting thing. For people of Fu Yang's level, it's no different from a group of ants fighting... it's boring.
Mr. Xiong, this damn fat cat, even fell asleep in the auditorium and snored! His belly was bulging and there was a small crystal clear bubble on his nose.
Because the snoring was too loud, Fu Yang directly cast a "silencing spell" to wrap this guy up. So as not to disturb other Wudang sect watching. After all, although the senior officials were bored, it was related to them absorbing the potential martial arts in the sect.
Home.
"Ordinary people fight, and you go back and forth with fists and kicks. It's really boring."
Ah Huang yawned, put his arms behind his head, and leaned on his seat.
Fu Yang rolled his eyes at him: "What you say is too pretentious. A few years ago, weren't we ordinary people like this? Boring is boring, don't say it out loud."
"Haha! Little Yoko, you are such a hypocrite. In fact, you are more sinister than anyone else, and you still pretend to be innocent."
Soon, the competition at this level will be over.
What is going to happen next is a martial arts master level competition.
Fu Yang smiled: "This is a bit interesting. And Lao Wang should be competing in it, right? Let's see how good his kung fu is."
After waiting for several competitions, it was finally Wang Wu's turn to take the stage.
I saw him bare-chested and barefooted, only wearing a pair of big pants. He walked onto the ring carrying a big knife. The big knife was almost as big as his body.
Wang Wu's opponent was a gloomy middle-aged man in his forties, holding a soft steel whip more than one foot long in his hand!
There are many sharp spikes on the whip. If it is hit, a large piece of flesh will be taken away immediately, and the skin will be ripped open and blood will drip.
This person's name is Ge Xiu. He is obviously a man, but his name is very feminine. Therefore, it matches the weapon he uses quite well.
"Oh! The dick next door to Lao Wang is really big... Oh, it was a slip of the tongue, it's because the knife is really big."
Mr. Xiong’s voice sounded.
Fu Yang turned around.
I found that the fat cat had woken up and was looking down at the ring with squinted eyes.
Obviously, this Wang Wu can be regarded as an acquaintance and friend, and it is quite interesting to see his martial arts competition. More importantly, Fu Yang and the others are also curious about this guy's carefree personality, what is his real kung fu?
A disciple of the Wudang Sect wearing a flowing Taoist robe and carrying a sword on his back drove a white cloud and flew over the ring. He said loudly: "The Wudang Sword Fighting Conference, Grandmaster level, the fifteenth match! Begin."
The sound passed through the magic power and reached the ears of everyone present.
On the stage, Wang Wu and Na Ge Xiu were ready to take action!
"Wang Wu, you are such a shameless villain. You relied on flattery to get acquainted with a powerful big shot, which prevented Shixun from participating in the sword fighting competition. I will definitely vent my anger on his behalf and let you die without death.
land."
Ge Xiu waved the steel whip in his hand, whipping the air around him with a series of "bang bang bang" explosions, blasting out ripples in the air that were visible to the naked eye. I'm afraid even a small car would be destroyed by his terrifying
The strength and steel whip directly whipped it into a pile of scrap metal.
Wang Wu carried his big sword and laughed loudly: "Xiao Xiuxiu, you sissy, is it because your brother Shixun offended the big shot and can't participate in the sword fighting competition? You just put the blame on my head?
You're a sissy, you're whipping me there with a whip. You must be trying to smush me, this taste is really strong, I can't stand it."
Hahaha!
The martial artists all around burst into laughter. In fact, everyone thought that Ge Xiu looked a bit girly and unpopular. But Wang Wu’s mouth was too damaging, right?
"Shut up, you despicable villain!"
Ge Xiu was furious, waving the whip in his hand, with cold eyes: "I will use my steel whip to tear off your flesh, blood and bones inch by inch, so that you know what life is worse than death! And I will,
Obtained the training quota of the Wudang Immortal Sect, the only martial arts master level. From then on, the carp jumped over the dragon gate and became an immortal master who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth, calling the wind and rain."
Wang Wu was not afraid at all, and patted his big sword: "Come on, come on! Am I afraid that you are a sissy? My big dick is already hungry and thirsty... Oh no, it was a slip of the tongue. It was my big knife that was already hungry.
I am so thirsty."
As soon as these words came out, the martial artists around the ring burst into laughter again. The senior Wudang sect in the audience seats on the surrounding mountains were a little speechless.
But Mr. Xiong’s damn fat cat was very happy. He patted his belly and smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed: “Yes, yes, the old Wang next door has really hit it off with me. His speaking style has already captured the essence of me.