My Gorgeous Fiancee

0However, when he moved forward, Wu Shangwen's figure disappeared again, followed by another heavy kick on his pig-like butt. This time, his mouth hit a rock in front of him, causing several of his front teeth to fall off. When he stood up again, his mouth was already covered in blood.     1

    

This time, the carefree person knew that he had met an expert, and that the opponent was clearly playing a joke on him. He couldn't help but have a whole new level of respect for Wu Shangwen, his eyes filled with fear.    

    

On the well, Wu Mu's expression was extremely ugly, and he said to Shang Ye: "Master Ye, hurry up and admit defeat, you are not his match."    

    

The people watching from the distance felt like there was a ball of fire burning in their hearts as they watched Wu Liuwen's smiling appearance. They leapt into the air and slashed their sabers at Wu Liuwen, using up all of their strength.    

    

Wu Shangwen coldly snorted and didn't retreat. He took a small step to the side, and at the same time, he quickly kicked with his right foot. He just happened to dodge the enemy's blade and firmly kicked in front of Shang Ye.    

    

"Wow …"    

    

"The man spat out a large mouthful of blood, then flew backwards a dozen meters before landing heavily on the ground. This time, he struggled a few times, but was unable to get up.    

    

Wu Mu silently cursed him for being such a fool. If he had listened to him earlier, he definitely wouldn't have done such a thing.    

    

Right now, they had already won two battles against greed. As long as they won one more battle, they would be able to win against Wooden Dance.    

    

On the well, Wu Mu's face was as dark as ink as he stood up, staring at Fang Dazhi. From the very beginning, he had already made an appointment to have a match with him.    

    

After he walked out, he first stared at Wu Zewen for a while before saying, "Your skills are not bad. May I know how to address you?"    

    

Wu Zewen smiled slightly and said, "Li Shengwen."    

    

"Ok, after the things here are settled, I will come to you specifically to seek your advice."    

    

Wooden dancing in the well naturally wouldn't let up.    

    

Wu Shangwen nodded and sneered, "If you still have the chance, then of course I'd like to exchange pointers with you."    

    

The meaning behind his words was very clear. He believed that Fang Dazhi was not a match for Wu Mu.    

    

Actually, Wu Zewen didn't know what was going on in his heart. In other words, it was only a type of strategy, and he wanted to suppress the other party's morale.    

    

Wu Mu naturally understood the ridicule in Wu Shangjin's words. He immediately said coldly: "Brat, I will soon let you experience the suffering of arrogance. You will regret everything you've done today."    

    

Wu Zewen shrugged his shoulders and said noncommittally, "There has never been the word 'regret' in my dictionary. Let's get over this and be careful not to die here. "    

    

After Wu Shangwen finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to the other party and turned around to walk back to the side of the old man and the others.    

    

Wu Mu gloomily stared at Wu Shangwen, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned around. At this moment, Wu QI was already standing in front of him.    

    

These two were the strongest between the two sides, so the duel between them was also something that everyone had been waiting for a long time.    

    

The monks of Tian Hu temple clenched their fists, praying to Buddha in their hearts. Buddha bless the abbot, can defeat the well to keep the temple.    

    

Soon, the two of them began to fight like two tornadoes. Each of their moves was faster than the other. The young monks were unable to clearly see the moves of the two sides.    

    

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty moves had been exchanged between the two parties. Although Wu Mu continued to fight ferociously on the well, the long saber in his hand seemed to appear and disappear all of a sudden, not leaving even the acupoints of his body, forcing him to retreat step by step. Although he would not lose in a short period of time, the situation was already quite disadvantageous for him.    

    

With Wu Shangwen's keen eyesight, he could tell that this Wooden Dance had already become one of the top experts, and his skill was much higher than the White Bird Plains.    

    

Honestly speaking, if he were to compete with his opponent, he would also have a chance to subdue him after a hundred moves.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than 30 moves. The fight went from tree to temple, and the man's shoulder was cut. Although the wound wasn't deep, it had affected his speed.    

    

The faces of the others, such as the greedy ones, the greedy ones, and the greedy ones, turned extremely nervous. They were all sweating on behalf of the abbot.    

    

Wu Shangwen secretly shook his head. If this situation continued, then within 10 moves, Master Fang would lose without a doubt.    

    

Like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain, the great saber in his hand drew a fierce line in the air. There were already many wounds on his body; although he had yet to be defeated, he was still struggling to survive.    

    

He kicked out in front of him, but the monk was unable to dodge in time, and was kicked in the face. Wu Mu spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, knocking five or six young monks behind him to the ground.    

    

"Senior Brother, are you alright?"    

    

"Reverend, Reverend …"    

    

By his side, Ku Fu and Ku Fu hurried over to help him up. The monks beside him also came over to help him.    

    

"Haha, Reverend." You've already lost. It seems like the helper you've hired did not help you much. "    

    

Wu Mu sheathed his saber back into his scabbard and smiled mockingly at the abbot with his hands clasped behind his back.    

    

With the help of his two junior brothers, Li Xin finally stood up. His face was deathly pale, and his hands tightly held onto his front as he coughed out several mouthfuls of blood.    

    

"Right now, both sides have won two rounds, cough cough …" How can you say we've lost! "    

    

Su Zhi panted.    

    

Wu Mu burst into laughter as he heard this. He helplessly shook his head and said, "I really won't cry until I see the coffin." Reverend, let me say what's so good about you. Who among you can stop me now? "    

    

As Wu Mu spoke, he swept his eyes over everyone.    

    

He was right, the only masters in the temple were the three brothers. Now that these three couldn't fight, there was no one left to stop Wooden Dance on the well.    

    

When he thought of this, a hint of desolation flashed across the faces of Esteemed One and the others, and they sighed deeply. It wasn't that they didn't want to nurture a new generation of masters, it was just that there was nothing to be made in the temple.    

    

"Master Fang, even if we die in battle, we can't give the temple to them."    

    

Ye Zichen replied in annoyance.    

    

"That's right. Reverend, we'll fight to the death with them. We swear to live and die with the temple."    

    

"The temple has been passed down for hundreds of years, we cannot give it to them so easily. Master Fang, as long as you say a word, we will fight them to the bitter end."    

    

"…"    

    

Everyone started to discuss noisily, and all of a sudden, the crowd was in high spirits.    

    

Su Zhi waved his hands and coughed a few times before saying: "Don't act rashly. Whatever I say is final. We are willing to accept the loss and give the temple to them." Only then can we avoid this calamity. "    

    

"Reverend, you have to consider this carefully." If we were to really give them the temple, where would the two hundred plus of us go? "    

    

"Yes!" Li Yao replied in a hurry.    

    

"Don't say anymore, I did it to stop the bleeding. The temple is yours from today onwards. But don't forget the terms we agreed on. "    

    

After Wu Mu heard this, he threw his head back and laughed for a while before nodding.    

    

"Alright, Master Fang, you know what's good for you. Rest assured, I am a man of my word. I will naturally do as I have promised. "Someone, come."    

    

Just as he finished speaking, two lackeys carrying four black leather suitcases walked over from behind him and placed them neatly in front of the wooden log on the well.    

    

"Open!"    

    

Wood Dance ordered from the well.    

    

As a result, the four boxes were opened one by one. Inside the boxes were neat rows of US dollar bills.    

    

"Reverend, let's do what we agreed beforehand. "There are 250,000 dollars in each box, which is a million dollars in total. Not a single cent is too little, just get someone to count them."    

    

The monks who were cultivating here were also human beings, and other than a few old people who were greedy for money and kept a calm heart, some of their eyes were already beginning to shine, but they also knew that after taking the money, the temple that had accompanied them for decades would no longer belong to them. Thinking of this, when looking at these worldly possessions, they still wished to preserve the temple.    

    

Wooden knew that he had to strike while the iron was hot, otherwise the longer he waited, the more variables he would experience.    

    

"Master Fang, I've already given you the money. Hand over the land deed. Besides, I'll give you a day to move. Think about it, this is a million dollars. From then on, there will no longer be any need for us to live in poverty like this. "    

    

The words of Wooden Dance in the Well are very provocative.    

    

Avoiding greed was not considered a greedy person, they had long regarded money as dung, but the food problem of more than two hundred people, as well as the matter of rebuilding the temple, required money.    

    

At this moment, there was only helplessness and humiliation on his face. He let out a long sigh and instructed the people around him to start moving now.    

    

Shifu looked at Wooden Dance who was on the well. He gritted his teeth and brought everyone back to the temple, ready to move.    

    

However, just as they turned around and were about to enter the temple, a clear voice could be heard from within.    

    

"Amitabha!"    

    

This voice was clear and distant; it was obviously the voice of an esteemed monk.    

    

When all the monks present heard this, a look of surprise flashed across their faces. In their hearts, all three of the most powerful monks were here. Where did this monk come from?    

    

Accompanied by the loud Buddhist chanting, the monks surrounding the temple's entrance unconsciously opened a path.    

    

Shua shua shua!    

    

A clear sweeping sound entered everyone's ears. A hunchbacked old monk walked out of the temple as he swept the floor. His walking appearance was very shaky, very worrying people, maybe he was blown away by a gust of wind.    

    

All the monks opened their eyes wide, filled with surprise, doubt, and worry.    

    

However, when he stared at the monk, he felt a sense of seriousness. He suddenly felt an unusual aura that he had never felt before from the monk. This aura made him feel uneasy.    

    

"Bullsh * t, why did you come out?" "Hurry back and pack up. We need to move out."    

    

Envy who was at the side couldn't help but ask. It was obvious that the old monk's pseudonym was nonsense.