MTL - Martial Arts: Just Finished the Patrol, the Beginning is Ruthless-Chapter 80

"Obtain the Prajna Palm."

"Get the dragon grip."

"..."

After all, Jiumozhi is the Tubo national teacher, although he is not as strong as Ouyang Feng and Wang Chongyang, but he has mastered a lot of unique skills and gained a lot.

If this continues, Xia An will soon reach the late master stage.

Of course, even if he didn't touch the corpse, he would still be able to break through with the internal power rewards he had touched.

It just takes time to digest.

In the distance, the sound of horseshoes came, Wuqing and others finally came from the six doors.

"The one lying down is Jiumozhi?"

Huang Rong saw Xia An standing out from the crowd at a glance, and then pointed to the corpse in front of him.

"yes."

Wuqing nodded with a complicated expression, and looked at Xia An with tenderness that couldn't be melted away.

"It seems that this martial art is not very high, and he was beaten to death in a short time." Huang Rong sighed.

Worrying for nothing.

"You can't say that, this Jiumozhi is a strong man in the late stage of the master, and many warriors have fallen in his hands."

Ruthlessly explained that she is also one of the most powerful group of innate warriors.

Especially after his legs are healed, he is expected to hit the Grandmaster.

But even so, Jiumozhi still couldn't survive ten moves.

"The late stage of the master?"

In the rear, Li Mochou and Xiao Longnv were both stunned, full of experience.

Especially Li Mochou, whose rosy mouth could hardly be closed.

This apprentice is actually so powerful? !

…

"Two days, no news yet?"

In the palace, Zhu Houzhao sat on the main seat, with a gloomy face.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the slave went to Hulong Mountain Villa, but was stopped. The people in the house said that the God of Tiedan is in the closed door."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave the customs until tomorrow, but they reassure His Majesty that when the Marquis of God leaves the customs, he will leave the customs as soon as possible."

A **** with white beard and white hair knelt on the ground and explained carefully.

There was cold sweat on his face, and the hands in his cuffs were trembling uncontrollably.

"rest assured?!"

"How can I rest assured?"

Zhu Houzhao was furious, "The barbarians from Tubo are acting recklessly at the foot of the imperial city. No one in my great capital can stop me."

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"Where does this make me put my face?"

"Could it be that I'm so dignified that no one can really use me?"

"Your Majesty, the news has spread through the six doors. There are already top experts in the world who have come to the capital. Wait for two more days, maybe..."

The **** explained with trembling lips.

"Wait another two days? Will the Tibetan mission stay for another two days?"

"Or, if I insist on chopping off your dog's head and throwing it in front of them, maybe it can still help?"

Zhu Houzhao's face became more and more gloomy.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was not that there were no masters.

On the contrary, in the depths of the palace, there is an old priest who is a great master of good fortune.

However, this person is responsible for the safety of the palace, once he leaves the palace, there may be troubles.

.........

Zhu Houzhao didn't dare to bet.

We can only pin our hopes on the **** of iron gall, Hou Zhu, to ignore him.

But Zhu ignored the fact that he didn't retreat sooner or later, so he chose to retreat at this time.

If there is nothing tricky about it, Zhu Houzhao would definitely not believe it.

His uncle, who had ulterior motives, was probably watching a joke on purpose.

The more rampant Jiumozhi is, the happier Zhu Wushi will be.

"Your Majesty, have mercy! Your Majesty, have mercy!"

The **** kowtowed so hard that the floor was almost split open, and blood flowed out.

But as if he didn't feel the pain, he still hit the ground with his head desperately.

Because he knew very well that what the emperor said about death was not just for fun.

"Report!"

At this time, a sharp sound suddenly came from outside the palace.

"What is it?"

Zhu Houzhao was a little upset.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, there was news from the eyeliner outside the palace just now."

"The Tubo national teacher is dead."

However, this new piece of news was far beyond Zhu Houzhao's expectations.

"what?"

He frowned fiercely, a little unbelievable, "Report it again."

"Reporting to Your Majesty, news came from Yanxian outside the palace just now that the Tubo national teacher has died."

The **** hastily repeated the news, not daring to make a mistake.

"it is good!"

Zhu Houzhao laughed loudly and got up suddenly.

For him, there could never be better news than this at this moment.

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"Who did it?"

"It really helped me a lot."

Zhu Houzhao was very happy, even the **** who kept kowtowing was ignored by him.

"Your Majesty, the Catcher of the Six Gates has just returned to the capital. He heard barbarians clamoring outside the imperial city, so he should immediately call the door."

"With Master Catching God's martial arts, it didn't take a moment to beat that Tubo national teacher to death."

"Xiaan?"

Zhu Houzhao was taken aback, "He actually has such strength?"

"Your Majesty, it's absolutely true, the city is in chaos now." The **** said respectfully.

"Okay, okay."

Zhu Houzhao laughed heartily, "This is really a big surprise for me."

"This Xia'an, I did my best to overcome all opinions and entrusted him with the control of the six doors."

"Zhu Wushi, Zhu Wushi, I'm afraid you would never have imagined that such a thing would happen "237"?"

Zhu Houzhao was deeply moved.

Originally, after handing over the six doors to Xia An, he saw that the six doors had not moved, and Xia An had gone to Zhongnan Mountain.

He was very unhappy.

But I didn't expect that this Xia An, if he didn't make a song, he would be a blockbuster.

Shot is this earth-shattering big move.

Even Jiumozhi was slaughtered.

All the dissatisfaction in Zhu Houzhao's heart disappeared like this.

"This time, I want to see if the group of Tubo barbarians can still get tough."

Zhu Houzhao sneered, then waved his sleeves, "Come on, get ready!"

at the same time.

Hulong Villa, in a secret room.

"Damn Xia An, you have repeatedly ruined my affairs!"

Contrary to Zhu Houzhao's joy, Zhu Wushi was furious.

These two days, he was naturally not in retreat.

At his level, how easy is it to break through?

It is useless to attract a few more masters with the method of absorbing energy.

Great master, it is not easy to break through.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many half-step grand masters in the world.

The reason why he couldn't retreat was naturally to wait to see Zhu Houzhao's jokes.

The majestic emperor of the Ming Dynasty couldn't even suppress a small Tubo mission. What a heavy blow to Zhu Houzhao's prestige?

In fact, Jiumozhi's clamoring outside the palace for two days did make a considerable number of people of Chinese origin. Did Ming Dynasty really decline to such an extent?

Otherwise, how could even Tubo not be able to suppress it?

If the Tubo Mission can make such a fuss before leaving, then Zhu Houzhao's face will be gone.

Things are indeed developing in this direction, even just one step away from success.

Never thought about it, Xia An was killed halfway.

"Catching the gods in white? How majestic!"

"This Marquis will let you know the fate of offending Ben Hou."

After Zhu Wushi finished venting, he restrained his mind, but a glint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

If someone who is familiar with him is here, he can know that this is a killing intent.

…

Two days passed in a row.

"Then Jiumozhi, who is he? Tubo national teacher!"

"A body of martial arts is truly incomparably strong. Not to mention defeating one hundred and thirty-two masters of my Ming Dynasty, every time I make a move, it takes only ten rounds!"

"What a prestige! What courage?"

"I'm afraid everyone will find it unbelievable after listening to it. If you really encounter it, your heart will inevitably tremble."

"But even such a character is still no match for Xia An, the white-clothed god-hunter."

"At that time, the strong wind was blowing, the city tower was shaking, and a white dress fell from the sky, how chic..."

"..."