Quick time to get rid of Marysu

Chapter 269 Monk, Your Heart Is Disturbed (19)
With his right hand, he pointed a sword at Qing Mu, and at the same time stretched out a foot under his feet, intending to attack both up and down at the same time. Taking advantage of Qing Mu's evasion, many silver needles came out of his left sleeve, and they were all aimed at Qing Mu. Mu's face.

Sweeping the wide sleeves of Qing Mu's robe, a lot of silver needles landed on the ground. Looking at the other party, there was no sadness or joy on his face, and he just said "Amitabha."

That man had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Okay, I lost. I just heard that you, Jia Ruo Temple, wanted to come to be famous for your stick skills. I didn't expect the little master to be so powerful without a stick!"

Qing Mu clasped his hands together, and bent his back slightly: "The benefactor is absurd. Weapons are things outside of the body, and it's important to practice your own kung fu well."

The man clasped his fists at Qingmu: "Thank you, little master!" Then he left the scene gracefully.

For a moment, everyone looked at Qing Mu with eagerness and fear.

So, no one came to power right away.

However, when everyone looked again, a beauty in red landed opposite Qing Mu.

The beauty smiled like a flower, and the words she said were also pleasant to hear: "Master Qingmu, please teach me a lot——"

The duel between the beauty and the monk, this combination immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Come on, beauty, kill that little monk!"

"Monk, use your charm to impress the beauty!"

"If the little monk hadn't been bald, he would still be quite handsome—"

"Wait, isn't this beauty the one who just sat at the Jiaruo Temple?"

"It's really ah-this...is it called internal strife?"

……

Qing Mu didn't listen to what the audience said, but Jian Ning inevitably had some contact with Qing Mu during the fight.

Every time he got close, she would lean close to him and speak some specious and somewhat ambiguous words in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Little monk, you are really amazing!"

"Little monk, it's really unexpected!"

"Little monk, how do you see my move?"

……

Qing Mu didn't care about these words at all, but it was her moves that made him quite concerned.

These moves look extremely messy, but if you look closely, you can find that the moves inside are all put together by the moves of some people who played before.

She even learned a lot of moves from those sects.

Now, she even has the mind to learn his moves!
It's just that these moves look too messy, there is a feeling of patchwork, and there is even a faint thread connecting these moves together, which makes him feel very strange and has never seen it before.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he finally became serious.

At this time, his senior brother Qingling threw him a stick from the audience, and began to use the martial arts of Jiaruo Temple.

However, at this time, the moves Jian Ning used seemed to be more complicated, and there was even a commotion in the audience, and the eyes looking at the stage were a little bit puzzled, a bit fiery, and a bit unpredictable dull.

When the lime sword in Jian Ning's hand fell to the ground, and there was a "clang" sound of metal falling to the ground, the fight, which lasted half an hour, finally came to an end.

Jian Ning stroked the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, swallowed the fishy sweetness welling up from his throat, and looked at Qing Mu with a charming smile: "Little master is very capable!"

Indeed, when she was in the Devil's Cult, she was always recognized as a martial arts prodigy, but she didn't expect to fall down.

This is the first time I have tasted failure!
Qing Mu's eyes were heavy: "Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)