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Text Chapter 230: There is a reason for the car¡¯s soft tent

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    How could Wang Juan let them get what they wanted? A gust of wind rose up in front of several convoy guards who were approaching Zhu Fengni, covering the eyes of the people who rushed up. Ji Chan behind him also took this opportunity to kill the female thief.  The first few people were saved from the knife edge.

    Monk Fan, who had been sitting as steady as a mountain on the soft sedan chair, opened his eyes for the first time and said loudly: "It turns out there is an expert here. Since you are here, please come out for a while!"

    Wang Yan, who had forced back several shrimp soldiers and crab generals, had already appeared and laughed loudly: "In that case, I will come to meet you for a while!"

    Before Wang Yan finished speaking, he suddenly felt his hands and feet tightening. When he lowered his head, he saw that there was also a golden rope hoop silently added to his body.  However, Wang Yanfei was not like Zhu Fengni and others, where the rope would really get entangled. At that moment, his body twisted a few times in a weird way, and then he was freed from the rope that was not yet tight.

    When the monk saw Wang Yan's move, purple lightning flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you from? Why are you trying to get into trouble with a monk like me? There must be some misunderstanding." When the monk said this, he paused.  He then added, "The young monk's name is Jiumoli, and he is the senior brother of Prince Yelumeng of Liao Dynasty. Is there some misunderstanding?"

    Yelu Meng?  It was a good thing that the monk didn't mention this problem. When he mentioned this, Wang Yan suddenly felt angry. Sure enough, we were enemies on a narrow road, and he unexpectedly met the senior brother of the wretched little prince!  I originally thought about saving people and left, but now I have to seek justice!

    "Misunderstanding? You, a monk, are hiding in these soft sedans with pink curtains, and you come to tell me about the misunderstanding. You have the guts to open these carriages and horses and let God see if there is any misunderstanding!"

    "He is a slut who specializes in selling women! We are here for him this time!" Zhu Fengni, who was rescued by Ji Chan, also said crisply at this moment. Because Wang Juan used a mask to have a wedding with him before, Zhu Fengni didn't.  Recognize this licentious prodigal son whom she hates the most!

    "What a coward!" Jiumoli suddenly jumped up from the soft sedan chair, like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit.  Leaping towards Wang Juan, the two yellow talismans hidden in his sleeves skillfully slipped into his palms, and then two red lights flashed.  The talisman turned into two fist-sized fireballs, moving up and down towards Wang Juan's upper and lower dantian.

    Wang Juan already knew that Jiumoli would have a back-up move, but the speed of the fireball was too fast.  Wang Yan only felt two red lights flash, and the surging heat had already eroded the center of his eyebrows and three inches below his navel.

    In desperation, Wang Juan couldn't care less about protecting his face.  A scissor kick kicked out of his lower body, kicking out the fireball directed at his lower dantian. At the same time, an invisible yellow light flashed on his body, and his true energy had been transported to his forehead.

    One inch inward from the center of the eyebrow is the Niwan Palace, where the six senses converge and where the soul resides. It can be said to be the most sensitive place in the human body.  Even if you are stared at by others, you will feel tired, let alone being hit by a fireball with a force of a hundred kilograms.  If Wang Yan was not already a fifth-grade innate master at this moment, and if he was protected in time, he might not be able to fall to the ground and jump forward.  However, despite being protected, Wang Juan was also hit by the fireball, causing one Buddha to be born and two Buddhas to ascend to heaven.

    "Teng Teng Teng" stepped back a few feet, and Wang Yan was able to stabilize his figure, but his forehead had already been burned by the fire poison and smelled like meat, ready for drinking.

    Jiu Moli saw that Wang Juan was only slightly injured, and his heart skipped a beat. He was naturally good at the rope technique that he had mastered before. He first tied the enemy with a rope, and then killed him with a fireball. He was familiar with it.  Routine, but today these two magical powers were broken by this person one after another!  ?

    Wang Juan was a little dizzy after being hit by the fireball. Naturally, he did not think about Jiumoli's thoughts. Although he defeated the opponent's methods one after another, he looked more embarrassed every time. He was also shocked and said in his heart that this time the monk was better than his junior brother.  It's even weirder, his methods are a bit like those of a Taoist priest, but I don't know what kind of master would teach two apprentices like this.

    Wang Yan did not dare to give the monk another chance to do anything. His face darkened and he shouted: "These tricks of yours can scare others, but they cannot scare me. Today will be your burial place."

    After Wang Yan finished speaking, he let out a loud shout, and flew forward. The long stick in his palm swept from left to right towards Jiumoli, which was exactly the move used in the Breaking Stick Technique to beat a mad dog with a stick.

    Seeing Wang Juan's attack, Jiumoli jumped up and somersaulted to avoid Wang Juan's dog-beating stick. At the same time, a cold shadow shot out from the carriage, and Jiumoli held it in his hand.

    Wang Yan saw clearly that the shadow was not an object, but a fine steel staff.  Jiu Moli, holding the iron staff in his hand, drew a half-moon arc and turned into an extremely fast shadow. It flashed in front of Fengjuan Yunshu like a ghost and pointed at Wang Juan's throat.

    Wang Yan was shocked when he saw this. It was not because of his opponent's staff skills. He was more concerned about the person who threw the iron staff among the chariots and horses.  This iron rod is extremely heavy.?I'm afraid it's nearly a hundred kilograms, but this person was able to hide in the carriage and throw the iron rod to Jiumoli accurately and steadily without showing up. Moreover, based on Wang Juan's thoughts today, he didn't notice it at all before.  Because of this person's existence, he is definitely an extremely terrifying opponent.

    With this thought in his mind, Wang Yan swayed his body from left to right, avoiding the stick with ease. At the same time, the dog-beating stick in his hand eliminated the thorns. Several rays of light shot out from the tip of the stick, directly hitting the vital points of Jiu Moli's body. His moves were exquisite.  pole.

    Jiumoli glanced sideways and said, "Interesting." He was not in a hurry, and the steel staff in his hand made a gust of wind sound, protecting his whole body from the wind and rain. He only heard a few sounds of gold and iron, and Jiumoli shouted:  "It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. Look at my cloak and staff skills." He stood up abruptly, and with a little tip of the steel staff, he shot towards Wang Juan with his back to Wang Juan.

    Wang was really embarrassed. He held the dog beating stick tightly in his left hand, and the tip of the stick shot out a stream of real energy, pointing at Jiumoli's back.

    Jiu Moli suddenly shouted loudly in the air. Wang Juan felt his heartstrings tremble, and his stick force slowed down. Jiu Moli took advantage of the opportunity to flip over with a strange and unpredictable posture. He seemed to be flying towards him with his head in front and behind his feet. A steel handle  The stick protruded from the body, flicking left and right, sweeping towards Wang Yan.

    Wang Yan's figure in the air kept flashing, and he put his two fingers together and shot out, and another burst of real energy was shot at Jiumoli's vitals, forcing the latter to slow down his attack and widen the distance between the two.

    Jiumoli, who fell to the ground, gave a weird laugh: "Boy, look at my violent wind." The steel staff in his hand suddenly appeared with thousands of shadows, covering Wang Yan's whole body. The head of the staff kept changing, and he didn't know where it would land.  Where, it's extremely weird.

    Wang Juan could no longer think about talking. The light of the dog-beating stick surged, drawing countless stars in front of him.

    The starlight of the dog-beating stick and the black shadow of the iron staff finally collided together, making an earth-shattering sound. The two fighting men were also thrown far away by this reaction force, and then fell heavily to the ground.  On the ground, for a moment, both of them had no strength to fight again, and even lacked the strength to stand up.

    At the same time, the strong wind generated by the powerful collision set off a huge wave. At that moment, all the nearby carriages and horses were shaken by the blow, and the curtain covering it was raised high, revealing the true appearance of the people behind it.  .

    Hiss

    In the fierce wind and waves, Wang Juan, who managed to open his eyes, did not forget to look at the carriages and horses. The next moment, he was also stunned on the spot. It turned out that the carriages and horses were all young women, and all of them were beautiful. However, these women had no  With the exception of everyone, their eyes were closed tightly, as if they had lost their six senses. Even if they were fighting with such intensity, they had never heard of it at all.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of mind that there is something else under the soft tent of this car, this Jiumoli is really a slutty monk who sells women!  These women should not be given to his short-lived junior brother!

    Wang Juan's heart moved, and he was hesitating whether to deal with these women. Suddenly, the whole land was in turmoil. Before Wang Juan could react, a female voice behind him said: "No! The Liao cavalry from the brigade is here!"

    The person who shouted was none other than Zhu Fengni. After leaving Mingzhou, she wandered around and did this lifeless business, so she was most sensitive and frightened towards the Liao cavalry.

    Wang Juan reacted immediately after hearing the words. Without waiting for Jiu Moli to adjust his breath, he struggled to get up. While Zhu Fengni dispersed her men, she held the two most powerful-looking horses in her hands, and then faced Ji Chan and Wang Juan.  He yelled: "A good man doesn't suffer the immediate consequences! Let's go first!"

    Wang Juan gritted his teeth and jumped onto a strong horse sent by Zhu Fengni, but her men had already scattered and ran away. Wang Juan glanced at Ji Chan from the corner of his eye, but found that she had always reacted very quickly.  He actually stood in the distance in a daze, looking at the women whose cars were about to be restrained.

    "Let's go!" Wang Juan galloped past Ji Chan, picked her up and carried her into his arms. Ji Chan struggled for a while and seemed to be saying something, but she was held down by Wang Juan.  What a joke, if Jiumoli is allowed to regain his true energy and entangle himself and others, then when the Liao army comes, there will be no way for the three of them to survive.

    Jiumoli had the same idea, and was about to summon up his energy to chase after him, but suddenly he heard a sound that seemed a little weak.

    "Leave them alone. Today, my teacher is physically inconvenient. If I meet him tomorrow, I will definitely regret what I did today!"

    Hearing this, Jiumoli trembled and gave up the pursuit. Instead, he came to one of the incense carts. He looked completely honest. He didn't have the arrogance and majesty he had just now.  In addition to a few restrained women in the car, there was also an old monk with a purple complexion. He was the one who threw Jiumoli's weapon just now. He was also the person Wang Juan was deeply afraid of, but for some reason, he never took action.

    While the two of them were talking, Wang Yan, three of them, and two of them rodeIn Jiumoli's unwilling eyes, a burst of dust was stirred up and left!
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