Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

"Why, Master Li, is there any problem?"

Li Mochou's towering chest rose and fell several times before she slowly suppressed the anger in her heart.

Then he walked towards the Eight Immortals Table with strides, and when the wide sleeves were swung, a delicately shaped silver needle with engraved patterns fell between the fingers.

"Come, nephew, please drink."

With a cold smile, Li Mochou filled Yang Guo's glass of wine.

Take this glass of icy cold wine,
Looking at Li Mochou who had a smile on his face, Yang Guo chuckled, but the smile was not on the surface.

"Ice? It's rare, Master Li."

"Then, nephew, do you drink or not?"

Li Mochou did this purely to disgust Yang Guo.

"Why are you giving up, if you don't drink it, let me drink it."

Wang Zizai's cheeks were red and hot, he grabbed the wine glass and put it straight into his mouth.

Yang Guo opened his mouth slightly, showing a look of astonishment.

I just feel that the Taoist priest's condition is quite serious.

"Wow... so cold, so refreshing."

After drinking a glass of poisoned wine, Wang Zizai's face was still flushed with drunkenness, and there was no other abnormality.

"Why do you all look at me? Are you eating vegetables and drinking alcohol?"

Wang Zizai was lying on the table, raising his hands from time to time, looking drunk.

Wu Xiuwen was just supported by Wu Dunru and Guo Fu to stand up.

Seeing the scene just now, he became more and more angry, pointing at Yang Guo and asking:
"Hey, Yang Guo, why are you hanging out with the devil Li Mochou?

You still call her uncle, you have worshiped that demon as your teacher after all! "

When Wu Dunru, who was supporting him, heard the words, his heart almost jumped into his throat, and he quickly interrupted: "Xiao Wu, stop talking."

"why……"

bang——

Before Wu Dunru could reply, Yang Guo turned cold and kicked Wu Xiuwen's chest.

Wu Xiuwen suffered this blow, like a kite with a broken string.

Flying upside down, he fell into the torrential rain outside and was covered in muddy water.

Yang Guo's sudden outburst immediately stunned everyone in the inn, they all looked at Yang Guo with a cold expression in bewilderment.

It wasn't until Wu Dunru shouted: "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu..." and ran out, then they came back to their senses.

"Yang Guo, how can you hit me so hard, I want to tell my dad, just watch how my dad punishes you!"

Yang Guo raised his chin slightly, his expression was indifferent, his red eyes stared at Guo Fu, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"Miss Guo, Jiang Hu is not just playing games, no one will let you in for no reason, understand?"

"Yang Guo, you, you, you dare to talk to me like that, the grandpa is right, you are just an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

"Yes, you are right, I am a white-eyed wolf, how do you treat? What can you do?"

Yang Guo's face was still as calm as water, and her words did not cause any waves.

"you you you……"

Guo Fu was speechless for a while, unable to speak, she kept glaring at Yang Guo angrily, and even made a gesture of drawing her sword.

"Fumei, Xiao Wu is fine, he just passed out temporarily."

Wu Dunru walked in with Wu Xiuwen on his back, and quickly stopped Guo Fu.

"Brother Xiao Wu flew so far just now..."

"Amitabha, this benefactor Yang's control over the internal force has reached an extremely subtle level, and the attack just now only seemed to be powerful."

A soft and mellow voice came slowly.

Diabolo was half-naked, with his head slightly lowered, and walked slowly into the inn.

When he got closer, Yang Guo saw that Diabolo's face was pale and his breath was weak, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

No matter what he went through, Yang Guo asked directly: "Monk, tell me now, where is my aunt!"

"Of course, please wait a moment, benefactor."

Diabolo clasped his hands together, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he looked more gentle and handsome, and his whole person was as pure and flawless as a beautiful jade.

As the diabolo's gaze gradually moved to Yang Guo.

His pupils began to flicker with an undetectable strange light, and he stared at Yang Guo in a daze.

He even opened and closed his mouth, muttering something in a low voice.

a long time.

Diabolo faced Yang Guo, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "Amitabha, benefactor, there is a [-]% chance that your old friend has returned to the place you are most familiar with."

Yang Guo's body trembled, first he was overjoyed, he felt that Xiao Longnu had returned to the ancient tomb,

But after thinking about it, he frowned, thinking that the monk was fooling himself.

Seemingly seeing Yang Guo's doubts, Diabolo took the initiative to reply: "Benefactor, the poor monk is quite limited now, he can only see so much, forgive me."

Looking at the diabolo that looks like a magic stick, Yang Guo chooses to believe it.

"Monk, you didn't lie to me?"

"Monks don't lie."

"Trust me for once..."

Yang Guo looked directly at Diabolo's eyes that were as quiet as an ancient well, stretched out his hand to bring the wine jar to his lips, and drank it down in one gulp.

The fragrant wine poured down gradually, a little liquid overflowed from the corner of his mouth, soaking Yang Guo's coarse clothes.

"Yang has something important to do, so I won't bother you."

Yang Guo, who smelled of alcohol, moved and turned into an elegant figure, disappearing from the eyes of everyone in the inn.

"Lady Yang, come and let's drink again."

But Wang Zizai seemed to be really drunk, Yang Guo had already left, and was still muttering to come again, come again.

After watching Yang Guo go away, Diabolo slowly turned to Li Mochou, "Chi Lian, please go with the poor monk."

Looking at the handsome monk in front of her, Li Mochou felt nervous and strangely familiar for some reason.

"Monk, does Pindao know you?"

Diabolo was silent for a while, then replied: "We met a long time ago."

"The poor man, why don't you have an impression of you?"

"It's just that Chi Lian you forgot for the time being."

"Since I know you, why do you forget? Monk, are you lying to the poor?"

"Whether I know you or not, today, Chi Lian, you must go with the poor monk."

Diabolo's tone suddenly became more serious.

With a powerful momentum, the originally handsome and gentle face gave birth to a majesty that could not be rejected.

The people around him were sweating in shock, and they lowered their heads unconsciously, not daring to look directly into his slightly golden eyes.

Li Mochou was slightly taken aback, her beautiful eyes were half closed, with a smile on her lips, she asked, "Where do you want to take the poor?"

"Where did you come from and where do you go back?"

Diabolo didn't answer directly, but instead played a Zen machine, appearing mysteriously tense.

"In that case, let's lead the way."

Seeing this, Hong Lingbo just opened his mouth to ask himself and his junior sister what to do.

I saw Diabolo slowly extending its reddish palm, holding Li Mochou's shoulder.

Before seeing him squatting down, he leaped out of the inn and flew into the distance, such lightness, shocking.

Seeing Li Mochou being taken away directly.

Lu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief.

Before that, her mood was as exciting as riding a roller coaster, and her heart was beating violently.

Now that the dust had settled, she was so happy that she almost cried out.

"Both of them are Li Mochou's apprentices, let's catch them quickly."

Guo Fu suddenly shouted coquettishly, raised her sword and attacked Hong Lingbo.

Hong Lingbo was shocked, and wanted to use lightness kung fu to evade, but at this time her acupuncture points were still blocked, and she couldn't use her internal force.

Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce his chest, Hong Lingbo immediately drew out his saber and counterattacked.

The two fought evenly for a while.

"Little girl, what kind of sword do you use, really..."

A lazy voice sounded from the wine table.

It was Wang Zizai.

As if he had just woken up, there was a faint sleepiness between his brows, and he looked very lazy.

Seeing the people fighting in a mess, Wang Zizai recalled Yang Guo's actions just now.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took out a few chopsticks from the bamboo tube and started playing with them.

……