415: C415 I Had My Heart Set on the Moon

C415 I Had My Heart Set on the Moon

"Big Brother, let me do it!"

As soon as the thin man's voice fell, an abnormally tall man walked out from the crowd. He had a dark complexion and thick pores, and he held a dazzling nine-ring saber in his hand. With a shake of his arm, the nine rings on the broad saber's back let out a metallic clanging sound as they struck the saber back.

As for Li Yao, he was standing on his left with a staff in his hand. Although Li Yao's body wasn't as big as the other person's, which was a full head shorter, but he was as sturdy as a stone and quite strong.

The two of them stood in the middle of the arena, and the people around them consciously stepped back, leaving a large space between them.

"Amitabha, this lowly one is greedy. If you don't fight nameless people under the buddhist staff, then just state your name!"

Arrogant fangirl said as he clasped his hands.

"Your grandpa is called Zhang Lang!"

The black-faced man waved the saber in his hand and spoke with a muffled voice.

As soon as he had finished, the man standing behind him burst out laughing.

"Good name, cockroach. Haha, my junior apprentice-brother's specialty is catching cockroaches. "

"Comprehending greed, don't be impudent!" He turned around and glanced at his junior in anger and greed.

As greedy as they were, Lord Fang was his senior brother, Second Brother was his senior brother, and Second Brother was his senior brother.

"Damn it, you stinking bald donkey, let's see how grandpa will chop you into eight pieces!"

Zhang Lang roared out. The machete in his hand flashed in the wind, and made a clanging sound. He used the Undersea Tunneling Moon Technique to cut down towards the greedy waist. The nine-ring blade was a fierce weapon, so this move was obviously domineering.

"Humph!" Greed snorted heavily. With both hands holding his buddhist staff, he rushed towards his opponent's saber. Both sides' weapons were heavy weapons that could clash head on with force.

Clang!

The sabre and the staff fiercely collided, creating sparks. Both sides had to take five steps back before they could stand still.

Zhang Lang's hand, which was holding the saber, was slightly trembling. He had always been known for his brute force. However, that strike had struck him like he had hit a steel wall. It had made his hands numb.

When he saw that Zhang Lang's face was ashen due to greed, he looked at Zhang Lang with a serious expression. It seemed that the impact from the collision just now had shocked him quite a bit.

Taking advantage of the time when the two were fighting, Wu Shangwen and company walked over to the side of the crowd. The latter was currently watching the fierce battle in the arena and nervously stomped his feet.

Wu Shangwen patted the other party's shoulder, then turned around to look at him and said in surprise.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Wu Shangwen didn't answer him, but instead pointed at the thin man that had spoken to the abbot earlier, and asked in annoyance.

"What's the man's name?" And why did he bring me here? Hearing the conversation between the two of them, it seems like they want to buy your temple. "

Gongzi said in annoyance.

"That person is the island's martial arts world's famous wood dancing on the well."

Gongzi said in annoyance.

Wu Shangwen nodded noncommittally and immediately asked.

"Compared to the Yokohama Steps, is there more wood?" How about we have the people from Mu Village? "

When mentioning the two of them, respect appeared on their faces.

"Yokohama Treading In Mu Village is a top-notch expert in the island countries. The White Bird Plains of the Wooden Dance Clan and the White Bird Clan are considered second-rate experts here. However, their power should not be underestimated. Let's see if Abbot Fang can subdue this person in the end."

As he said this, a hint of worry flashed through his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't have much hope for this battle.

"That might not be the case. Abbot Fang is hiding his strength. It shouldn't be a problem for him to deal with that Wooden Dance at the well."

Wu Shangwen said.

"I hope it is as you say. This is how Tian's temple will survive this ordeal. "

Gongzi said in annoyance.

"You still haven't told me why they brought us here?"

"Then we have to start from a certain day half a month ago …"

It turned out that Wu Mu had a friend in geological survey who came here by chance and discovered that there was a rich gold mine under the temple.

After finding out about this, he started to come to the temple to try to buy the temple, but was rejected by the abbot.

There were two reasons. First, this temple had been built here for hundreds of years, and he did not want to destroy it. Second, even if he wanted to mine the gold mine here, he would need the help of a government department to turn it over to the country.

The notoriety of a man like Takagi is not justified, and the act of wanting to fill one's pockets is categorically rejected.

If it wasn't clear, then they would come to the dark. Two days ago in the middle of the night, they sent people to sneak into the temple to start a fire. However, they were discovered by the patrolling monks and were viciously taught a lesson.

However, the other party did not intend to let the matter go. They sent people over to the temple many times, and there were several clashes between the two sides. Both sides suffered casualties.

However, today it seemed like Wu Mu wanted to completely resolve this matter. In fact, this was also a good thing for the temple.

After he finished speaking, his gaze turned back to the match.

At this time, Zhang Lang had already been suppressed by Greed and was retreating backwards step by step. If there were no surprises, then Zhang Lang would definitely lose within 30 moves.

At this time, Zhang Lang's right arm had just been smacked by that greedy staff. He had almost broken his arm. The nine-circle blade in his hand had almost fallen to the ground. Now, he was forcefully holding on with his teeth.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The staff in his hand danced like a tiger and the wind, breaking a lot of the limestone tiles on the ground in front of the temple. Many of the fighters who were watching the wooden log on the well were shocked, as they all thought, if this staff were to hit on my body, then it would probably break all the bones in my body and turn me into a pile of meat paste.

"Ah!

Zhang Lang screamed as his body flew backward like a piece of paper. However, he landed heavily on the ground with a thud, as if someone had just farted.

After Zhang Lang landed on the ground, he let out a loud shout and spat out a large mouthful of blood. It was with great difficulty that he managed to stand up with the support of the few people around him.

Wooden's face slowly darkened.

Actually, being greedy was already a lenient act. Otherwise, Zhang Lang wouldn't even be able to stand up.

On the other hand, Abbot Exorcist was cheering loudly. After he announced the name of the Buddha in a loud voice, he turned around and slowly walked back.

The muscles on his face twitched as he suddenly shouted. His entire body was like a poisonous arrow as he wielded his nine-ring blade and slashed it towards the back of the wild beast. It seemed like he wanted to cut the wild wolf into two.

"Be careful!"

Gongzi couldn't help but remind her.

Greed had long heard the whistling sound of the wind behind him. He immediately turned around like a fierce tiger and kicked in front of Zhang Lang like a bolt of lightning.

The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly from the crowd. This time, Zhang Lang flew even further in the air than before and drew a large parabola before falling onto the ground with a plop. He struggled a few times but didn't stand up.0

"I didn't mean to harm you, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious. As the saying goes, you will admit defeat if you lose." This is a lesson to you. "

With a snort, he turned around and left with a flick of his sleeve …

Wu Shangwen could see that even though his master had kicked him earlier, he hadn't used all of his strength. Otherwise, with his skill, that wolf would have died on the spot.

It seemed like the monks of Tian Hu temple had a good character. At least, they were much stronger than those like Wu Mu on the well.

Upon seeing Zhang Lang lose, a terrifying light shot out of his eyes. He extended his hand to pat that shiny skull, took out his saber, and pointed it at Zhang Lang.

"Baldy donkey, just now you won by a fluke. Stop being so f * cking arrogant here. If you have guts, come down here and let me teach you a lesson."

"This man is called Shang Ye You Ren. He is a powerful general under Wu Mu at the well, and his power is even higher than Zhang Lang's."

Right at this moment, Gongzi Qi whispered to Wu Shangwen.

Wu Congwen nodded his head and looked over at Ku Lu.

Just as Rampage was about to step forward, the person next to him, Envy, was already holding his staff and striding to the center of the field. When he was a dozen steps away from An Ran, he stopped in his tracks.

"Second senior brother, be careful!"

"It's time, it's time," Greed reminded him from behind.

"Don't worry, third brother."

He waved his hand and said.

"You're fucking nosy, you bald ass. I want to fight with that bald donkey, but why did you, that bald donkey, jump out for? "

The unaffiliated man put his machete on his shoulder and said carelessly.

"My third junior brother has just finished the competition, so the consumption of his physical strength is great," he snorted disdainfully. "What, do you guys want to take turns fighting?"

It took a long time before Shang Ye could say a word. In the end, he could only glare fiercely at him and say: "Alright, since you want to die. "Then laozi will help you."

After saying that, he waved his hand and his shining machete cut towards Hui Ran like lightning.

With a loud roar, the monk brandishing the staff in his hand, instead of blocking the opponent's machete, he used a Mt. Tai to push down on the brain of the wild man in front of him.

It had to be known that the staff was twice as long as the machete's length. In this way, the enlightenment and greed gained the absolute advantage. Before the machete arrived, the staff had already approached the opponent's head.

He did not expect that the other party would use such a strategy, but he did not retreat. He bent his body and nimbly dodged the staff, then slashed down along the path of the other party's staff in an attempt to cut off the other party's wrist.

If he retracted his staff at this time, his opponent would definitely hit him with the snake and use the rod. This way, his own strength would be far inferior to the opponent's attack and both of his hands would be crippled because of this.

Therefore, with a flick of his wrist, the Buddhist staff roared like a dragon that was out of the sea, and rushed towards the wild person.

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