Wudang Mountain signed for 60 years

Chapter 77, Cut Your Belt (Please recommend, please collect)

Qin Wushuang is stationed.

Yang Buhui laughed three times.

"Senior sister, what is so happy about?"

"Yeah, Senior Sister, I can see that you are laughing out of tears!"

Yang Buhui took a sip of tea, his face full of emotions: "Guess where I went just now?"

Everyone shook their heads

Looking at Yang Buhui.

"Just now I went to Qitai Peak and found that guy called the Holy Son of Prophecy, guess what happened to me?" Yang Buhui said while laughing;

"Senior Sister, you must have killed him!"

"This can't be allowed. He has already been hailed as the Holy Son. If you kill him, if the superiors blame you, we..."

Several disciples looked worried, for fear that Yang Buhui would end Zhang Fan with a single blow.

That is the Son of Prophecy.

Yang Buhui smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, how could I do such a stupid thing, I just played him a little trick!"

Several people breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Immediately surrounded him, they all asked how he played the Prophecy Son.

Yang Buhui took out a piece of Taoist robe.

"Unknowingly, I cut off a piece of his Taoist robe. Hmph, what prophecy is the Holy Son, but that's all, I can't even find my figure, and I don't deserve to be the Holy Son at all."

Several people looked overjoyed.

"Hmph, let's make this matter public tomorrow, and see if he dares to speak out."

"Yes, this is a blatant slap in the face, but what if he retaliates?"

"Could it be that we are afraid of him, it's just a golden core cultivation base."

Yang Buhui stood up.

Suddenly, the trousers fell straight down, leaving white trousers.

"Senior sister, why is your waistband loose?"

Yang Buhui was puzzled,

Isn't it fastened? It shouldn't be!

Yang Buhui looked at the interface with a startled expression, it was obviously cut off by someone.

His face was shocked: what's going on?

"Senior Sister Yang, do you see there are still words on it?"

"Let me see."

Several people had ugly faces and strange eyes.

Yang Buhui was furious: "What's written on it?"

At this moment, Yang Buhui finally understood that he had met a master, who could quietly separate the belt of his trousers and even write on the top of his trousers.

"You cut my Taoist robe, I cut your waistband, you and I are both clean."

Yang Buhui yelled angrily: You are a pervert, you cut it off, and you even write. What the hell do you mean?

Yang Buhui trembled angrily.

This is because my skills are not as good as others, and I obviously wanted to humiliate others, but I was humiliated!

Moreover, it was discovered that it was written.

I don't know it at all.

If this is to give him a knife, wouldn't it be...
Yang Buhui calmed down, cold sweat broke out on his face...
It really wasn't easy for this person to become the Holy Son of Prophecy. He cut off the waistband of his trousers and wrote on the white trousers.

Are you humiliating me!

Yang Buhui patted the table.

"Tomorrow, I will have an appointment with Zhang Fan, a big fight, I don't believe it, I can't compare to him."

Several people had weird faces.

"Senior Sister Yang, I think it's better to forget it."

"Yeah, this person may be No.1 under the Golden Core, and he may even win the list of grandmasters."

"Why should we offend him?"

Yang Buhui was furious:
"No, this person has humiliated me so much, I must seek justice, needless to say, there will be a battle tomorrow, either he dies or I die."

"What now?"

Yang Buhui was furious;
"What can I do? Change your pants first, it's disgusting."

Not killing Zhang Fan is not enough to relieve the hatred.

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The next day.

on the ring.

Yang Buhui sat on the ring, held a magic weapon, closed his eyes and meditated.

"What is Senior Sister Yang, who is ranked second on the Jindan list, doing?"

"It seems to be waiting for someone."

"Hmph, you don't know this. Yesterday, it was predicted that the Holy Son would defeat Lu Buwei, and he threatened to challenge Zhao Yangzi, who was ranked first in the Jindan list, and Yang Buhui, who was ranked second. Senior sister Yang is challenging Zhang Fan."

"Do you think Zhang Fan will come? Are you afraid?"

"Certainly not. Yesterday it was predicted that the Holy Son would make a move. I saw it. The sword was full of ghosts, and the air rose 3000 meters. Lu Buwei was killed with one strike."

"I will blow Hu Lei nonsense, why is the gas rising 3000 meters, many people didn't see clearly how the Prophet Son drew his sword, the speed was too fast, in the blink of an eye, Lu Buwei fell down."

Qi Taifeng····

Zhang Fanduan sat in the room.

"Zhang Fan, my senior sister, Yang Buhui, No. 2 on the Golden Alchemy List, challenges you, how dare you."

"Come out if you have the seeds, and take up the challenge."

Zhang Fan opened his eyes.

Squeak... Open the door.

A woman stood in front of the door and shouted. When Zhang Fan opened it and looked over, she immediately took two steps back, concentrating on vigilance.

This person's name is Hu Yun, and he is a member of Qin Shuangtang.

Zhang Fan said: "Could it be that she hasn't been taught a lesson last night?"

Hu Yun was furious: "Hmph, you humiliated Senior Sister Yang last night, and today you want to avenge your humiliation. If you have the ability, go to the arena. Senior Sister Yang has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Zhang Fan pondered: Humiliate your senior sister?

Where does this start from, isn't it just cutting off the waistband, and writing a few words by the way, this is insulting your senior sister. If I really insult your senior sister, I will take off my clothes and hang it on the tree.

It will be decent after three days and three nights.

Zhang Fan said: "Leading the way ahead, such a savage girl must be tempered well, and she will be accepted as a maid to temper her state of mind."

Hu Yun walked in front, looking back from time to time, for fear that Zhang Fan would not follow.

Out of the mausoleum hall.

Arrived in the arena.

"The coming of the Son of God is prophesied."

"I just don't know who is stronger between the two, but I prefer Senior Sister Yang."

"Don't be ridiculous, I bet the Prophecy Son is better, after all, he can defeat Lu Buwei with a single sword, can Senior Sister Yang do it!"

All the Jindan cultivation bases were talking about it.

This time, more people came, thousands of people stood in the audience to watch the battle, how could they miss it.

Zhang Fanfei came to the stage.

Yang Buhui's eyes quickly rolled down.

"Last night's lesson was not enough, and I wanted to kill myself."

Yang Buhui was furious:
"Hmph, yesterday was just a small test, and you took advantage of it. Today we have a big battle, and you may not be able to win a little advantage."

There was a lot of discussion.

"What, it turned out that we fought last night."

"But it seems that the prophecy of the Holy Son is better."

Zhang Fandao;
"Okay, how about your bet today?"

"How to gamble?"

"I only strike with one sword. If you can escape this sword without being injured, I will surrender the position of my holy son to you, and I will be your servant."

Yang Buhui's heart skipped a beat.

Alright, alright, when you lose, I will torture you in every possible way, telling you to kneel down on the washboard, wipe the floor, wash clothes, and feet at night, just because I need a servant by my side.

"Hmph, what if I lose!"

"You will be my maidservant for three years, and I will give you a chance to assassinate me. If you succeed in assassinating me, the position of Holy Son will also be yours, and the magic weapon and elixir on your body will also be yours."

Yang Buhui nodded;
"Okay, but do you really think you can hurt me with a sword? I'm not that idiot Lu Buwei, waiting for you to assassinate me."

Bai Tong was taken aback, Zhang Fan must be taking too much care of him!This is Yang Buhui who is ranked second on the Jindan list.

"The Holy Son is afraid that he will lose!"

"Oh, why is that?"

"Senior Sister Yang is practicing ghost shadow magic art. The devil energy covers a distance of 1000 meters and turns into ghost shadows. She has no body, no trace, and no one knows where her body is."

"Yes, it is rumored that Senior Sister Yang fought Feng Yang, Feng Yang sacrificed the Haotian Mirror, and only then discovered Senior Sister Yang's real body, unless it is predicted that the Holy Son also has the same magic weapon."

At this moment.

(End of this chapter)