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Chapter 114

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As soon as Jin Wuji jumped off the stage, another person jumped up from the stage, with a somewhat arrogant and evil look on his brows.

The visitor clasped his fists and introduced himself, "Tian Ying taught Liang Qiuying, please enlighten me!"

"Wait a minute." Deming said hastily, "I have no intention of fighting again, and I hope to forgive my sin."

Liang Qiuying said angrily: "Didn't you just fight with the guy from Jindaomen just now? You refused to fight after only one round. Do you disdain to fight with me, or do you look down on my evil ways?"

Deming laughed and said: "Young Master Liang misunderstood. I was originally entrusted by my adoptive father to continue fighting with my old friend in this martial arts conference. Due to serious injuries in the early years, my adoptive father was no longer as energetic as before, so my adoptive father entrusted me I came to fight again with my old friend. The reason why I fought Jin Shaoxia was because he was the champion just now, if I want to fight with others, I must first become the champion."

"Don't you know that you can challenge others at will after the Rookie Tournament?" Liang Qiuying narrowed her eyes slightly, the anger on her face receded quite a bit.

"Of course I know." Deming replied: "It's just that the time is tight and I have to wait. I have to deal with some things later, but I can only cross the team. I hope you will forgive me."

"...Humph!" Liang Qiuying opened her mouth as if about to say something, but suddenly stopped speaking and snorted coldly at Deming, and stepped back from the stage with her left foot, her figure was quite calm and unrestrained.

"Thank you Mr. Liang for your face." Deming bowed to him, and then bowed to a group of Taoist priests, "May I ask who is Daoist Chongxu?"

"He is an old Taoist." Among the Taoist priests, a person jumped up, his body was light, his steps were calm, and his gestures and gestures had a bit of a sense of immortality, "Little servant, I don't know if Xiao Yutang is your adoptive father."

"Exactly." Deming bowed and replied.

His answer made Daoist Chongxu look a little weird. He took a deep look at Deming, cleared his throat and sighed in embarrassment: "The way of heaven is impermanent, and the world is unpredictable! Forget it, I won't mention the old things back then. Since it is Xiao The layman entrusted you to come here, so you can continue the battle in his place."

"Also ask the seniors to enlighten me."

"Please!"

As soon as the words fell, two powerful auras immediately spread from the Yingyue platform, and everyone in the audience looked solemn, staring at their hands without blinking.

Daoist Chongxu has been famous for a long time, and he is recognized as the number one master of hidden weapons in martial arts. Few people can see his shots clearly, and few people can catch hidden weapons thrown; There is no distinction between masters of concealed weapons, judging from the battle just now, Xiao Yutang's adopted son Deming's concealed weapon techniques should be among the best in the world.

Since both sides are masters of concealed weapons, the outcome is the result of making a move, and they naturally dare not miss the slightest.

While holding his breath, the wind suddenly picked up, and the flag on the main stage fluttered, and the two people on the stage jumped away suddenly, and there was a sudden sound in the wind, and before everyone reacted, Deming bowed down and surrendered.

"Thank you, senior, for your enlightenment."

This is... the end?

Except for a few masters, everyone was stunned, and it ended without seeing anything?

At this moment, some people who were fighting against Deming suddenly opened their eyes wide, and saw ten feet away behind Deming, a thick branch of a tall tree suddenly fell from the top. The leaves on the branches rose with the wind, and the sound of the branches falling to the ground seemed to turn on the switch in the field, and there was an endless stream of surprises.

"Brother Qin, it's a good thing the servant beside you wasn't there at that time, otherwise my head would have to move."

Seeing Pirates' exaggerated acting skills, Qin Yixiao glanced at him with disgust, moved his steps slightly to the side, and looked towards the forest behind Chongxu, a few leaves were still fluttering in the wind.

After a while, Qin Yixiao withdrew his gaze, and his eyes circled around Mu Lang and Qin Muchen again.

Mu Lang, Qin Yixiao couldn't figure out what was going on, but Qin Muchen's thoughts were much easier to guess than him, and the clenched fists at his side were enough to express what he was thinking at this time.

Deming, who had finished exchanging greetings with Daoist Chongxu, also came back, and left the field after explaining to Xu Sun, just as he said just now, time was tight and he couldn't stay.

Deming left in a hurry, Qin Yixiao saw Qin Muchen raised his chin at one of his subordinates, and the subordinates left quietly.

Frowning tightly, Qin Yixiao immediately sent someone to follow quietly, all of this was noticed by several people.

Daoist Chongxu stroked his long beard, and there was a trace of doubt in his seemingly cloudy eyes. His gaze passed over Qin Yixiao and Qin Muchen without a trace, and a trace of solemnity passed over the smiling old face.

"Uncle Chongxu, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so preoccupied."

A disciple beside him saw the seriousness on Chongxu's face, so he quietly leaned over and asked in a low voice of concern.

Chongxu looked back, shook his head slightly at him, and said with a smile: "It's just a feeling of emotion to hear from an old friend after 30 years."

"So that's the case, it's because the disciple is worrying too much." The young Taoist priest followed the salute, suddenly his body shook, and when he looked up again, he looked at Chongxu with a look of confusion in his eyes.

Chongxu didn't pay attention to him any more, his slightly squinted old eyes fixedly watched the two young people who had just stepped onto the stage, as if he cared about them very much.

Seeing this, the young Taoist retreated behind Chongxu and whispered to his brothers, a cloud of worry shrouded the small area.

……

"Dad has something on his mind?"

Mu Siluo bent down and searched for a sentence, followed Mu Lang's gaze, and then looked at another person, but there was a chill in his eyes.

"Oh, it's nothing." Mu Lang came back to his senses after hearing the voice, "I just feel that the people coming from these six doors are not kind. As soon as your brother Yan's men left, they sent someone to follow up. Either they have ghosts in their hearts or they have problems."

Mu Siluo hooked the corners of his mouth, and the smile on his face was full of sarcasm, but he said something else in his mouth; "Since Dad is worried, then my son will send someone to check the situation, and there must be no accidents in this conference. "

Mu Lang turned his head, looking at Mu Siluo with unclear eyes.

"Father, is there something wrong with your son?" Mu Siluo's heart tightened, but he pretended to be puzzled.

Mu Lang smiled, and said in a gentle voice: "It's nothing, it's just a little strange. You used to never care about things other than the way of swordsmanship, why do you care about other things today?"

Mu Siluo breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Father, you also said that it was the past, but this is different now, the martial arts conference is held on the site of my Cangyue Villa, if something goes wrong, how can my Cangyue Villa It’s not a martial arts joke. In the past, the villa had a father in charge, but today, even though my father is the owner of the villa, he is also the leader of the martial arts alliance.