Mu Langjun's heart sank, thinking that the other party refused, so he just listened to Wang Dong's words: "But although I suffered some losses, it's okay. OK, this transaction will be done like this. ￡∝"

"One word is determined!" Mu Langjun's voice was calm, and he looked around the hall, stared at Shui Tianji with a key point, and said coldly: "But the Dead Wood Practice cannot teach others to listen. Give me a pen and ink and wait for me to write it out."

The Ziyi Hou waved his hand and brought the screen, the red sandalwood table and chair, and took the paper and pen.

Mu Langjun didn't say a word, and sat upright on the screen, and the dragon and phoenix danced in his pen.

Shui Tianji's eyes were as soft as autumn water, as soft as the spring breeze in March. Yingying smiled and said, "Young Master, aren't afraid that the wooden man will write randomly, and you will be in a state of devil."

Wang Dong smiled faintly: "I'm not afraid!"

The answer is just a short three-word answer, with a calm and calm tone, but it has a convincing charm that flows through it.

It would be impossible to say that Mu Langjun had never thought of making some moves in his mind, but in the end he still refused this extremely tempting idea.

It was not because he was afraid of Wang Dong. Wang took a move and underestimated the iron and gold knife, which did show amazing skills, but this was not enough to make Mu Langjun, the leader of the green forest, fearful.

What he was concerned about was the Marquis of Ziyi!

As the most recognized master in the martial arts world, even if it is a rampant person like Mu Langjun who is arrogant and has no other children, he is also afraid.

He hated this feeling of fear, but he had to admit that it existed.

If you make trouble in the Dead Wood Practice Mind Method, even if it is just a little bit, Mu Langjun would not be sure to hide it from the Purple-Yellow Marquis.

It’s better to be more open-minded and just wait until you get the account back!

Mu Langjun sneered in his heart.

After all, he is a generation of heroes in the green forest. How could Mu Langjun not have a plan in his mind? Although this transaction seems to have not suffered a loss, he took advantage of it. How could he tolerate the exodus of Aokigu Town Temple’s unique skills?

I just want to endure it for the time being.

Wang Dong looked at Shui Tianji: "I know that the purpose of Miss Shui came here is to not want Mu Langjun to obtain a big wind. But why don't you stop me from having a deal with Mu Langjun just now? It's really a lesson for me to be curious."

Shui Tianji sighed sweetly, and her voice was soft and gentle: "If I say something to stop you, will you interrupt the transaction?"

"No!" Wang Dong said straightforwardly.

"Yes!" Shui Tianji smiled gracefully, combed her long hair like a waterfall with her slender white jade hands, and said, "Since that's the case, why should I waste my hard work?"

Wang Dong smiled slightly and said, "So, is Miss Shui willing to make a deal with me? I am also interested in Baishui Palace's unique skills."

Shui Tianji neither refused nor agreed. She still stroked a strand of her hair and pursed her lips, "You might as well listen to what you can exchange for."

The others also looked at Wang Dong with curious eyes.

Wang Dong pondered for a moment, and looked at a bouquet of plum blossoms in the jade bottle in front of the window. He bounced gently between his fingers and let out a puff. This plum blossom was pulled by an invisible silk thread and threw it into his fingers.

Swish!

Wang Dong shook the plum branches in the wind, his hands were agile, and his posture was even more graceful. The plum branches swayed and the petals bloomed lightly, giving people a feeling of falling flowers and dazzling eyes.

The plum branches trembled gently, and every petal seemed to suddenly bloom and became more lively. The bright red color filled the vision, as if the sky and the earth were filled with that fantasy and magnificent color.

However, those with great martial arts such as Jiaxing Dharma King, Shui Tianji and other martial arts have changed their colors. They have already vaguely felt that the splendor contained traces of murderous intent!

Even the Ziyi Hou was in a straight body, which seemed to be slightly alarmed.

The blossoming of this tree is like the praise of life, and the mystery and changes in it are no longer described by the pen and ink.

With a huh, the plum tree slowly flew out of her hand and fell into the jade bottle again.

"This is the Tianshan Plum Hand of Xiaoyao Sect. What does Miss Shui think?" Wang Dong said.

When talking about the "Xiaoyao Sect", the little princess sitting next to Wang Dong's side lit up her eyes and then curled her lips again. In the past few days, she pestered Wang Dong, hoping that Wang Dong would let go and teach the Beiming Divine Art to him, but she could not do it as she wished.

Now I have seen the Tianshan Zhemei Hand related to the Xiaoyao Sect, and I feel even more itchy.

Shui Tianji sighed lightly: "It's really amazing!"

"But this is still just the appearance of this skill." Wang Dong said: "Although this skill only has three palm techniques and three grasping hands, it is actually all-encompassing. It can cover all kinds of weapons and kung fu in the world. It will be extremely complex and complex. As the skill grows deeper and more knowledge becomes, any moves and martial arts you have ever seen can be transformed into the hands of these six-way Zhemei."

Shui Tianji covered her ears with her pair of bright white jade hands.

Wang Dong smiled and said, "Miss Shui thinks what I say is unbearable?"

"Of course not!" Shui Tianji said: "I'm just afraid that if I continue listening, I will be moved."

Wang Dong said: "So, what is Miss Water planning to do?"

"I just want to say two words to you now..." Shui Tianji said, turning around and leaving. She walked out of the hall and suddenly looked back and smiled: "Goodbye!"

The pearl curtain fell down instantly, followed by a subtle sound of the clothes breaking through the wind.

Wang Dong didn't stop him and let Shui Tianji leave.

Not long after, Mu Langjun also recorded the Dead Wood Kung Fu Heart Skill, slapped him to Wang Dong's table, and said expressionlessly: "I hope you can keep it." He Ran sneered, turned around and left.

Wang Dong looked at the Dharma King Jiaxing again, "I don't know the Dharma King's intention?"

"Amitabha!" King Jiaxing thought for a long time, and put his hands together and said: "The martial arts that the donor has done is exquisite, and the little monk is also admired. However, this time the little monk wanted to fight with the Ziyi Hou. The rest of the things are beyond the imagination."

If ordinary people listened to the words of the Dharma King of Jiaxing, they would think that he had refused, but Wang Dong knew that the Dharma King of Jiaxing was more interested in martial arts than his life. He went from India to the Central Plains and traveled thousands of miles to fight with the Marquis of Ziyi.

This has become his obsession!

And after fighting with the Ziyi Hou, if he had the chance, he might not have attacked Wang and snatched him directly!

It should be noted that although this Indian Dharma King is an extraordinary person with extraordinary martial arts, he is not a great monk with compassion.

He is an ascetic monk, and what he has trained is not the Buddha's mind and nature, but the way of martial arts.

King Jiaxing looked at the Ziyi Hou: "The little monk fought with others all his life, and he had victory but no defeat. Today, he came here to compete with the most contemporary swordsman and taste the taste of failure. But I hope the Lord of the Hou will give you advice!"

The Marquis of Ziyi smiled and said, "I have been out of martial arts for a long time, how could it be the master's opponent? If the master asks to be defeated, he is indeed looking for the wrong person."

The Purple-Yi Hou refused, and the Dharma King Jiaxing took out the hammer and nails, and beat the iron nails into his body, saying, "If the donor does not agree, the little monk can only seek liberation."

The Ziyi Hou still looked unmoved: "If the Dharma King wants to do this, there is nothing I can do about it."

He yawned and looked lazy. He was about to end the meeting, and only one person heard a loud voice: "Hello, let's wait, the villain brought something, but I hope the marquis will see it."

The person who speaks is Hu Buhou!

What he brought was neither pearls nor priceless ancient paintings and calligraphy, but a piece of dead branches.

A piece of dead branches cut by a man in white with a sword!

At the same time, in the deep mist and flowing white air, a man in white with a black sheathed sword walked slowly, allowing dew to wet his clothes and walked through the thorns. His expression was like a rock, and his steps were even more firm, as if there were swords, fires, and corpses, blood and blood in front of him. He would never hesitate, and every step was one foot or seven inches.

Behind him, dozens of corpses were lying in a row, each of which was killed by a sword, leaving a shocking red sieve.

...

Now the dead branch is between the two fingers of the purple-Yellow Hou.

His face, which seemed to be not interested in anything, seemed to have a sense of invisibility, like a divine sword that had been covered with dust for a long time, about to be unsheathed again and break through the sky!

Others gave him rare treasures, stunning beauty, and the position of the master of the country... The Purple-Yuhou was too lazy to even look at him. Wang Xizhi wrote ink treasures, so he could give them to him at will, but he had been staring at this small piece of dead branch for a long time.

After a long time, the purple-clothed Hou Fangzi sighed slowly and asked Hu Buchou, "Seal this dead branch, is it the white-clothed man who crossed the sea east?"

Hu Buchou nodded: "That's right."

The Ziyi Hou said: "Where is this person now?"

Hu Buchouxi said, "Would you want to take action?"

The Marquis of Ziyi said, "If I don't want to take action, what does he have to do with me? Alas... being able to compete with such a person's sword technique can be considered as having never wasted this life!"

Suddenly, he shouted angrily like a silk-breaking silk: "Wait!" The King of Gaxing, whose body was covered with iron nails, grabbed the front with iron nails: "If the donor wants to fight with someone, he should fight with the little monk first. Although the little monk is not talented, is he worse than the nameless swordsman?"

The Marquis of Ziyi sighed, "Master, look at this person's swordsmanship."

The words were silent, and the dead branches in his hand had already flew out.
Chapter completed!