Divine Weapon Peak.
In the foundry, heat and cold coexist, and the sound of hammering iron can be heard one after another.
He Hongfeng rushed in in a panic and opened his mouth:
"Deacon Futu, go quickly. Elder Shangwu said that if he doesn't see you in a quarter of an hour, he will attack Shenbing Peak."
The words fell.
A group of naked, muscular men in the forging yard all broke out in cold sweat.
It seems that some bad memories were brought back.
They all turned around and looked at the giant iron tower not far away.
"Um?"
Fu Tu's face twitched twice.
His grip loosened and the forging hammer fell to the ground.
"What happened?"
Elder Han He slammed the table and stood up, saying angrily:
"You summoned the steward of Divine Weapon Peak and dismissed him at will. You wanted to fight me as soon as you opened your mouth. Are you taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in Divine Weapon Peak?"
A group of tough guys lowered their heads and pretended to be busy.
"Hey, Futu, you go first."
"Yes, Elder."
Fu Tu's expression changed and he walked out of the forge.
Han Hecai asked with a sullen face:
"Deacon He, what's going on?"
"The disciple of the Buddha Steward is sparring with the new master..."
He Hongfeng recounted everything that had just happened.
When Elder Han He heard this, the Three Corpse Gods became furious.
It is shameless for an old disciple to seek sparring with a new disciple.
Just do it, you haven’t done it yet.
That's better.
Shang Wu, that evil star, can make trouble even when he is unreasonable. Now that he is right, what can he do?
"By the way, you just said that Li Mo forced Wang Hao to use his inner energy?"
"That's right. Actually, Wang Hao had used it secretly before, but he only used it a little bit. He suffered a loss at the hands of Dacheng's Liuhequan, so he was furious."
"It's none of your business."
Han He twisted a strand of his gray beard, his eyes flickering.
Liuhequan is perfected!
Open your pulse in one day!
Based on these two points alone, even if Li Mo is not as good as Ying Bing, he is not far behind.
The stone steps to heaven are indeed never wrong.
The boy's physique may be reflected in his attainments in martial arts, which is why his progress is so incredible.
Such a promising talent actually became Shang Wu's disciple.
It's fine if you just learn the skills, but if you learn the bad habits of that crazy woman...
Han He got a headache just thinking about it.
.....
Martial Arts Hall.
When Futu stepped in, he saw his disciple trapped in the wall, his life or death unknown, while Shang Wu was sitting in the seat of honor drinking tea.
He took a deep breath, but suppressed his anger:
"Elder Shang, I wonder why you hurt my disciple like this?"
Shang Wu raised his brows and spoke louder than the other party:
"He was the first to make the move!"
As he spoke, he lifted Li Mo's arm and pointed at the bruise on his palm:
"If I hadn't arrived in time, my gifted and precious disciple would have been strangled to death by your disciple."
Li Mo coughed lightly and tried to pull his hand back.
But I can't pull it out.
No, Master, the bruise on my hand was caused by beating someone.
If it were any later, I guess I would have disappeared.
The Buddha grabbed Wang Hao from a distance and pulled him out of the wall.
After feeding him a pill of healing medicine, he turned around and said:
"It's just a sparring match between fellow disciples. Elder Shang Wu, you're going too far. Wang Hao has the responsibility to instruct new disciples in boxing and kicking. Maybe he's just teaching them boxing techniques."
"Discuss? He used his inner energy to give me some pointers?"
Shang Wu said, putting down the teacup with a snap, and said angrily:
"Xiao Mo, what do the rules of our Qingyuan Sect say?"
"If fellow disciples kill each other, they can be killed on the spot."
Li Mo spoke at the right time.
"Useless! What use are you to me?"
Futu looked angrily at the unconscious Wang Hao.
You are bullying a disciple who has only been here for one day, and you have to use your internal energy?
Now, the accusation of infighting among fellow disciples has been put on me, and I have no choice but to swallow it even if my teeth are broken!
In addition to being angry, he glanced at the young man beside Shang Wu without leaving a trace.
He knew Wang Hao's strength very well. How could he not defeat him without using his internal energy?
"Then...thank you Elder Shang for helping me discipline my disciples. Goodbye."
Futu carried Wang Hao and prepared to go out.
But before he took two steps, he was locked in by the energy and the hair on his neck stood up.
"You, Shenbing Peak, still owe me an explanation."
Shang Wu spat the tea leaves into the cup, her face full of disgust:
"Give me 10,000 catties of cold iron, 1,000 catties of red gold, and 10 catties of iron essence. If you are one or two catties less, you will never be able to leave this door."
Everyone present was stunned.
This is equivalent to the output of Shenbing Peak in ten years.
Even Elder Han He might not be able to produce it.
It was visible to the naked eye that the veins on Fu Tu's forehead were bulging:
"The lion's mouth is too big! Shang Wu, don't go too far!"
"So what if I bully you?!"
A hot breath spread out, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
In a trance, Li Mo actually saw a lotus flower blooming in fire from the beautiful master's body, burning brightly, as if it would last forever.
The Buddha's momentum stagnated.
If it were someone else, he could be sure that the other party would not dare to take action in the sect.
But when this crazy woman Shang Wu gets angry, even the sect leader has to give in.
Li Mofu came to his senses and tried to smooth things over:
"Elder Futu is only the deacon of the Divine Weapon Peak. He really can't give out so much."
"My disciple is not injured either, so why not... ask for less compensation?"
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