The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 112 Falling out
The leader of Qingcheng was secretly delighted, and everyone stepped into the fork in the road.

Soon after entering the cave, a strong stench came, making Li Miao frown.

"They must be the tomb robbers who didn't escape." Lao Qifeng said.

When they walked forward for a while, they saw corpses lying all over the ground.

Just as one person was about to step forward to check, he was stopped by Lao Qifeng.

"Don't get close. There is not even a big living thing in this cave. These people must have been harmed by poisonous insects."

The man reacted and quickly thanked him.

Everyone walked around the corpse and continued forward.

At the beginning it was extremely narrow, and then he became enlightened. After taking dozens of steps, he suddenly became enlightened.

He actually entered a cave that was a hundred feet square.

As soon as I entered the cave, I heard the head of Kongtong Sect shouting, "There are words on the stone wall!"

This attracted everyone to go and see.

But I saw that the stone wall was covered with densely written words.

Li Miao looked up and down and muttered a few words silently.

"Martial arts Zen, wedding dress magic. If you want to use its advantage, you must first blunt its edge..."

He deduced the "Li's Wedding Dress Magic" from the incomplete version of the Wedding Dress Magic, so he was naturally able to judge its authenticity.

What Li Miao didn't expect was that what was on the stone wall was actually the real wedding dress magic skill! The kind that can be practiced against it!

Everyone present was an expert. After looking at the words on the stone wall and circulating their true Qi, they immediately came to the same conclusion - it was true!

When this conclusion was reached, the crowd did not immediately become happy. Instead, they all activated their true energy, grasped their weapons, and glanced at the people around them.

The wages of avarice is death.

Not everyone in this world is lucky. Those with good physiques may not be able to join a big sect, and those with good hearts may not be able to join a decent sect. Most people practice martial arts just to make do.

Just talking about the people present here, there are at least five or six of them who have been lingering in the second-rate and making no progress because they do not have good martial arts that suit them.

For them, a magical skill is enough to be a reason for bloodshed, fighting, and even betrayal.

Not to mention that there are three lone first-rate masters. Even if they have no idea about the magical skills, they still have to guard against these big sects from killing them to silence them.

In an instant, the false unity maintained by everyone's tacit understanding fell apart.

Li Miao smiled, reached out and pulled Yin Minjun, and stepped aside: "Elder Yin and I will not be involved in this matter, you can do as you please."

"Master, I won't help you."

Yongjie put his hands together and bowed to Li Miao: "I am breaking the precepts, so I dare not trouble you. Life and death are determined by fate. Even if I am going to die, you don't have to help me."

He was afraid that someone would recognize his voice, so he remained silent until he spoke a word at this moment.

Immediately, the head of Kongtong frowned and looked at him: "Your voice sounds like an old friend of mine."

Yongjie put down his clasped hands and straightened his back.

He did not come here as a Shaolin Yongjie, but as Tu Qingcang, to fight for the opportunity. At this point, his true colors were exposed, so there was no need to pretend anymore.

A series of muscle and bone explosions sounded from his body, and Yongjie's figure seemed to grow taller in an instant. He clenched his fist and said to the Kongtong Sect Leader in a deep voice: "Sect Leader Liu, long time no see."

"It's you! Tu Qingcang! You're not dead yet!"

As soon as the leader of Kongtong said this, the people from Emei and Qingcheng sects immediately looked at Yongjie, revealing their hostility.

These three sects all have a grudge against Yongjie.

"Thank you for your concern. I am indeed not dead. Today I will compete with you for this magical power." Yongjie said.

The head of Kongtong swallowed his saliva and turned to look at the people from Emei and Qingcheng.

“Everyone, the guy named Tu is a top-notch villain. He was brutal and ruthless in his past, and he will never let us go. Why don’t we join forces to kill him first and get our revenge, then we can talk about other things!” The leader of the Emei Sect was an elder. He looked at Yongjie and nodded.

The leader of the Qingcheng Sect felt that his plan would be difficult to succeed without killing Yongjie, so he nodded.

Three factions, thirteen people. Six first-rate, seven second-rate, against one top-notch, the outcome is still unknown.

Li Miao smiled.

The first time he met Yongjie, he said that Yongjie was a first-rate master, but not the best.

Because the Qi in his body was clearly the foundation of Shaolin, similar to Liu Baiyun. I'm afraid he abandoned his martial arts back then and switched to Shaolin Kung Fu.

However, Li Miao was not worried that Yongjie would die.

Fighting in the underworld is not like playing cards. The one with the higher points does not necessarily win.

Only those who can do what ordinary people cannot do are geniuses.

The battle of life and death, the final battle!
In an instant, the leader of Kongtong came forward and hit Yongjie in the face with the "Seven Wounds Fist"!

The Emei elder hid behind him and stabbed out the "Seven Evils Sword Technique" with his long sword.

This sword technique is the Emei Sect's mountain sword technique, which is divided into seven sections, each section has seven swords. Each sword is extremely powerful and vicious, and each move is aimed at Yongjie's fatal acupoints.

The head of Qingcheng Sect used the "Sky Escape Sword", which was suddenly in front and behind. The sword light flashed and interspersed between the gaps between the moves of the two people in front, blocking Yongjie's space to move.

The three of them were all first-rate masters who had been famous for a long time. They had all been in the southern martial arts world and knew the strengths and weaknesses of each other's martial arts. They formed a teamwork in an instant.

Facing this attack that few people in the martial arts world could handle, Yongjie laughed loudly and said, "Well done!"

He did not retreat or evade, but went straight to attack the leader of Kongtong Sect in the front with a punch!
Bang!
There was a muffled sound.

Thump, thump, thump—

The leader of Kongtong took several steps back to release the strength, his right hand trembling, and he suddenly looked at Yongjie.

"He is no longer the best! We can take him down today!" he shouted.

Yongjie was bleeding from his mouth and nose at this time, but he did not retreat a single step.

In the previous fight, as they were both of the same level, Yongjie suffered a loss.

The leader of Kongtong stepped back to relieve the force, but Yongjie took the "Seven Injury Fist" head-on.

The Seven Injury Fist is an internal injury fist that hurts both yourself and others, and damages the heart, lungs, liver and intestines. However, Yongjie insisted on taking it and immediately suffered internal injuries.

Is he too confident?

No, he couldn't retreat.

This was not a fair duel, but a one-on-many fight. If he retreated like the Kongtong Sect Leader, his body would be scattered and it would be difficult for him to resist the joint killing moves of the other two top-notch fighters.

It happened so quickly that the sword moves of the Qingcheng and Emei sects arrived in front of Yongjie.

“Hahahaha——” Yongjie laughed wildly.

The left fist was suddenly raised and smashed on the sword of the Emei elder; the right fist hit the temple of the Qingcheng leader from bottom to top, attacking the enemy and saving him!
Keng!
laugh--

Two voices sounded at the same time.

The Emei elder's sword was raised high after being hit, but he took advantage of the situation and in an instant, he slashed it down with a "Forced Splitting of Huashan" towards Yongjie's head!

There was a deep wound on Yongjie's right arm, and blood was spurting out.

The head of Qingcheng Sect ducked to avoid the punch, thrust his long sword upwards, and injured Yongjie's right arm. Then he immediately used the "Zhong Kui Eye-gouging" move and stabbed Yongjie's eyes.

In the back, the leader of Kongtong also rushed over after taking a breath for a while.

The other disciples of the three sects were also patrolling the surroundings, their eyes scanning Yongjie, waiting for a flaw so that he would be distracted.

(End of this chapter)