(Thank you Chen Xiaoru!!! Thank you Hongchen!!!) Chapter 1,068 No fighting or choosing Acting is the battlefield of the storyteller. In order to please the audience, he needs to do his best here to use his skills. But at this time, the stage turned into a battlefield for Fang Jie. Mu Shan, the Taoist sweeper, did not lie. He was a person who had been ignored for too long in the Sanqing Temple in Wudang Mountain. His world is not big either, only as big as Zhang Zhenren's yard. It is his responsibility to make this small yard look clean, and it is his mission to make the simple meals taste delicious. But at this time, the mission placed on him became much heavier. Fang Jie summoned all the powerful people in the world and even lowered their status to fight Mushan, not just to pull the Taoists from Wudang Mountain down. So at this time, Mushan's mission is no longer to maximize the use of pots and pans, and to maximize the use of each ingredient, but to shoulder the Three Pure Views. So when Mu Shan stepped onto the stage, his steps were very slow and his shoulders were slightly slumped forward. Like carrying a heavy object. People often say that how to observe whether a person has practiced martial arts depends on his shoulders. People who practice martial arts all year round will have their shoulders slightly tilted forward, which is called slumped shoulders. This posture seems nothing special, and only the warrior himself understands the truth behind it. But this is an ordinary warrior, not a practitioner. Mu Shan has never known whether he is a practitioner, because he has never practiced seriously, and no one has taught him anything. He has only lived with Master Zhang for more than thirty years. Isn¡¯t this a chance? "The real person asked me to do my best, but you are still the prince, so I don't know how to fight." Dumb and honest. Mu Shan¡¯s words made everyone present laugh. The smaller the sect, the harder they laughed. "How are you used to playing?" Fang Jie asked. Mu Shan thought about it carefully and then shook his head: "I have never fought before, so I am not used to it. But I am a little angry now, so my strikes may be a bit harsh." "Why are you angry?" Fang Jie asked again. Mu Shan glanced around at the smiling onlookers: "They are ridiculing me." Fang Jie nodded: "Then you can make them dare not ridicule you first, and then fight me." Mu Shan was silent for a while. : "I'd better fight you first. The real person didn't let me fight them." After saying this, he took a step forward, slumped his shoulders, and pushed forward with both palms flatly. This move seems to be very slow, even a three-year-old child and a seventy-year-old man can dodge it. But this was just a look. When he pushed his hands forward, Fang Jie's expression changed involuntarily. A layer of golden sharp power mixed with the power of earth formed an extremely solid defense in front of Fang Jie. Mu Shan's seemingly slow palm actually caused a wave of violence. But there is something strange about this violent wave. The palm is calm and there is no wind, as if nothing happened. The two people were about three meters apart, and nothing really happened within these three meters. The palm wind suddenly appeared in front of Fang Jie and hit the defense hard. What surprised Fang Jie the most was that the palm wind was not a heavy blow, but a whirling and whirling motion! It was as if there were countless small and sharp knives hidden in the wind of the palm, sweeping across regularly, cutting through Fang Jie's defense layer by layer. The red light in Fang Jie's eyes disappeared for a flash, but in this flash, Fang Jie could clearly see the article in the palm wind. This is a very strange kind of inner energy. On the surface, this kind of inner energy looks like one force. In fact, there are countless tiny inner energies hidden inside, just like countless weeping willow strips of paper tied together. When waving, not all the willow branches will be struck at once. When the first willow stick is struck, the following willow branches have not yet completed the change from back to front. Fang Jie¡¯s red eyes flashed and he saw a beautiful scene. To describe it, Mushan¡¯s inner strength is like a peacock spreading its tail. But Fang Jie knew that it was not a peacock spreading its tail, it was just a broom. What a strange person, what a strange way of attacking. What¡¯s even more strange is that after Fang Jie blocked the inner energy, the inner energy seemed to be like a river bypassing a big stone and rushed directly behind Fang Jie. Then a huge broom formed in mid-air and swept across the stands opposite. In just one moment, everyone from the first to the third floor of the stands opposite was hit by the broom. No matter who it was, no one could avoid it. Not everyone knows what it feels like to be hit with a broom. Who knows how to hit someone with a broom? But only those who have been photographed can relate to it. It's not just a dense itching of slight pain.?There will be a feeling of suffocation. After a while, the clothes of all the people on the first to third floors opposite were torn, and then small red marks appeared on their faces and bodies. The reason why it is even more strange is that these people were all hit by the broom, but the things around them did not move at all, including teacups, teapots and even towels. If this is a sweep, it is without a doubt the most precise one. "Huh?" Mu Shan was obviously surprised when Fang Jie didn't move, and his offensive didn't seem to have any impact on Fang Jie. "Why are you okay?" Compared to a large number of ragged people in the stands opposite, Fang Jie, who bore the brunt, had not changed at all. Mushan slapped everyone in the opposite bleachers in the face with just one strike. He said before that he was a little angry because those people ridiculed him. No self-respecting person can bear the sarcastic laughter of others. But soon, his attention shifted from those people to Fang Jie. Fang Jie couldn't move, and he felt a little disgusted. It was as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a stone that he couldn't sweep away when he was sweeping the yard. The broom swept over and the stone was still there. So he could only continue to sweep, trying harder every time. ?¡ ?¡ ?¡ Can¡¯t sweep it still can¡¯t be swept. At this moment, the onlookers realized how advanced this seemingly inconspicuous Taoist was. It was at this moment that people knew how high King Wu Fang Jie's cultivation level was. Mu Shan kept sweeping, no matter what the east, west, north or south. Wherever the force passed, most of the people who had ridiculed him before were swept, and they suddenly became ragged. There are not many people who can block Mu Shan's weird cultivation. And those who can block it are gritting their teeth and persisting. How can there be such a calm and calm person like Fang Jie? Since you can¡¯t sweep it, let¡¯s get a shovel. Mu Shan¡¯s hands were clenched, as if he were holding a shovel, and he shoveled hard at Fang Jie¡¯s feet. This is a habit. I rush down to shovel everything. How is a shovel that is shoveled violently different from a weapon? Fang Jie ducked his feet down, and the stage let out a dull groan. With the force of his feet, it spread down the stage. With a crash, all the lanterns hanging on the bottom floor fell down. That was where the cooks were cooking. Fang Jie stepped down and the large stove in front of the cooks fell. All the rising flames were suppressed. Has anyone seen the flames burning downward? After this kick, Mu Shan frowned. His shovel was stepped on by Fang Jie. He jerked back a few times, but didn't move at all. It was then that he realized that Fang Jie was not a rock that his broom could not sweep, but a mountain that even a shovel could not shovel. Fang Jie stepped on the shovel and couldn't pull it out. He naturally threw it away and stopped grabbing it. Instead, he put his hands in front of his chest and chopped it back and forth with his palm knife as if he was hitting someone on the back. Fang Jie couldn¡¯t help but admire in his heart, it turns out that there is really nothing in the world that can be practiced. Mushan is chopping vegetables, or to be precise, chopping stuffing. The two knives alternate in turns, extremely fast. On the top of Fang Jie's head, knives fell one after another, each one faster than the last. The most amazing thing is that the strength of each cut is exactly the same. The weight of the first cut will be the same as the weight of the subsequent cut, without any change. Zhang Yiyang, who was sitting in a private room sipping tea, couldn't help sniffing after seeing this scene, as if he was looking for the aroma of the fillings. It really smells good. Fang Jie also sniffed hard. "Pork stuffed with cabbage" He said in a low voice, then shook his head: "It's not pork, it's not cabbage, it's not a chopping board." He stretched his hands forward suddenly, and then moved back as if he had caught something in the void. With a tug, there was a crunching sound, as if the two invisible handles were really pulled from Mu Shan's hands, and there were blood marks on Mu Shan's palms. With Fang Jie's tug, the two kitchen knives flew backwards. Boom! The three-story building behind Fang Jie was cut with two holes, from the first to the third floor. Fang Jie adjusted the strength when he threw the two kitchen knives. The knife was cut out from the partition wall between the two private rooms. In an instant, dust and broken wood flew up with a loud bang, and Yanzi Building was cut into two parts. There was a gaping hole half a meter wide. The painful thing is that the people sitting in the middle part are swaying and about to fall after losing support, and they can't hold on for long. The frightened charlatans above began to jump down, and they all fled down like dumplings. The broom is gone, the kitchen knife is gone. Mu Shan was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he murmured: "Sure enoughIt just takes a lot of effort. " He started to move, walking around Fang Jie. His speed was very fast, and soon he couldn't see the person clearly. Only a circle of gray shadows remained, as if countless people were running around Fang Jie, and the afterimages continued With the residual image, it was impossible to tell which one was the real person. The disgraced Jianghu people in the stands had no intention of ridiculing Mu Shan at this time. They were all frightened by the cultivation of the two people on the stage. Taoist, his cultivation is so high, Wudang Mountain is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden! "One of them spat the dust in his mouth and said. "Don't you think that King Wu is obviously a higher level? Up to this point, King Wu has not fought back but is just defending. Look back at those two big cuts. If this knife fell on you, could you stop it? But King Wu snatched the sword intention away in an understatement, which was extraordinary! " "that is! " A person next to him said: "I have long heard that King Wu's cultivation is amazing, but now I can finally see it. " There were a lot of discussions in the underground, but Fang Jie really couldn't help but want to laugh this time. The corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, as if he had to endure it very hard. The reason why he wanted to laugh was because what Mu Shan said before was still true. He had to exert ten percent of his strength, and when he was running around Fang Jie, he was exerting ten percent of his strength Others couldn't understand, but Fang Jie guessed that Mu Shan was pushing the wheels. That's right. Every afterimage is actually real. The attacks coming towards Fang Jie from all directions are as continuous as the Yangtze River. Not only that, but there really seems to be a huge millstone above Fang Jie's head. , rotating with Mu Shan's push, getting faster and faster. He actually saw Fang Jie as a bean and wanted to grind Fang Jie into powder. After thinking for a moment, Suddenly he raised his foot and kicked in the opposite direction. Fang Jie kicked in the counterclockwise direction, and then the millstone stopped suddenly and flew away. , and then it was Mu Shan who was shocked and bloodshot from the corner of his mouth. Fang Jie used the most direct way to stop his Mopan. Mopan couldn't stand it, and he couldn't stand it either. "You're defeated." Sitting in the private room. Zhang Zhenren raised the corner of his lips: "It's really surprising that your cultivation level has advanced so quickly. When you were in the southwest, your cultivation was far inferior to what it is now. With such speed, it might not take long to reach that barrier. This world is really unfair. It doesn¡¯t matter who is the strongest or the most successful. It all depends on talent" He stood up and left. "Liu Sanduo" "Master, what did you call me for? " "From now on, you will stay in the Black Flag Army, and your master and the sixteen disciples of this line will also stay. Your master doesn't like fun. If anything happens, contact the Black Flag Army. He just led this group of disciples to do things. In addition, Wudang Mountain did not argue about Dao Zun's affairs, did not choose, and abstained. "After saying this, Master Zhang disappeared into the night.