Monkey Sun Is My Younger Brother

No name knows the good and evil of Jin Si.

But this person is powerful, if he goes out to endanger the society.

I'm afraid it will cause a big mess.

Although Wuming was not sure, he still planned to try Jinsi's foundation.

"If your Excellency can take over this sword, you can come and go as you please."

Wuming has already planned to use the strongest killing move.

Around Wuming's body, plants and trees began to be attracted by his sword intent.

Wuming raised his hands high, and the wind seemed to stagnate at this moment.

The eighth form of the inexplicable swordsmanship is famous all over the world.

It is better to say that the name moves the world than the sword moves the world.

Wuming was originally the reincarnation of the Heavenly Sword, and with his own supreme sword intent, he swung a powerful blow that could even trigger thousands of swords in the world.

"If you can't kill me with this blow, I will kill 100,000 people to vent my anger."

Wuming's breath stagnated, and what should have been a powerful blow was only three points weak.

Jin Si grinned, sure enough, this kind of stream-of-consciousness is easily influenced by words.

But the next moment, Wuming's sword intent was twice as strong.

Wuming's eyes were determined to kill, and all swords in the world released their own sword intent, which merged with Wuming's own sword intent and turned into a supreme sword.

"The wicked shall be punished!"

Jin Si had a toothache, Ma De, this is self-defeating.

Wuming's arm fell, and the sword intent came through the sky with a supreme posture.

Jin Si clasped his palms together and grabbed the edge of the sword.

But what Jin Si grasped was only the sword energy.

That's just a sword shape.

The real killing move of Wuming's sword is sword intent.

The sword intent cut down directly.

Cut into Jin Si's shoulder.

In an instant, Jin Si's shoulder was bleeding profusely.

Jin Si grinned, it hurts, it really hurts.

Worse than gargling a nuke.

It's just that the nameless sword intent is finally difficult to get rid of.

Jin Si reluctantly punched it out, Wuming vomited blood and flew backwards.

Jin Si clutched his wound, and walked towards Wuming while dispelling the annoying sword intent.

"You are not allowed to hurt uncle!" The boy suddenly stepped forward to stop Jin Si.

Jin Si slapped the boy away with a slap.

Then he stepped on Wuming's chest.

"I said before, if you can't kill me with this sword, then I will kill a hundred thousand people."

"You devil!!" Wuming vomited blood.

"More than that, I'm going to catch your apprentice Jian Chen and send him to a brothel. I heard that some people like boys, hehehe... I'm going to dig your master's tomb and ruin your life. The Holy Land of Sword Sect, if you destroy your family's ancestral hall again, all relatives and godfathers will not be spared."

Wuming tried to get up several times, but Jin Si stepped on his chest and pushed him down.

"what……"

At this moment, the young man behind him picked up a sword from nowhere and stabbed towards Jin Si's back.

Jin Si reached out and grabbed the boy's neck and lifted it up.

"Let's start with this child. I want to torture and kill him in front of you. Where should I start with this little boy with small arms and legs?"

Jin Si's fingers lightly slid across the young man's cheek, and blood fell on Wuming's face.

"If you want to kill me, kill me. What kind of hero is it to vent your anger on a child?"

"Do you think I look like a hero?"

"What do you want?"

"Accept me as an apprentice."

"what?"

"If you don't want to, that's fine." Jin Si held the boy's arm, and slowly began to exert force.

The boy resisted the severe pain and did not make a sound, but his body was already trembling slightly.

"Are you serious?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"Your Excellency is far superior to Mumou, and it is just a joke to worship Mumou as a teacher."

"No, being strong is for a while, being handsome is for a lifetime, and I want to be handsome for the rest of my life."

"You let the child go, I promise you."

Jin Si left the boy behind and helped Wuming up, while Yin Yang Chakra was sent into Wuming's body.

"Master, what's wrong with you old man, who hurt you, let my apprentice show you."

Wuming was astonished that the Qi sent by Jin Si could cover his injuries so quickly.

It seems that he was able to heal quickly after I hurt him several times, presumably because of this qi.

It's just that this qi is very strange, and I have never heard of such a strange internal energy.

"Who is your surname, what is your origin, should you tell me now?"

"My name is Jin Si, master, you can call me Xiao Jin, you can also call me Xiao Si, it feels more intimate."

Wuming looked at Jin Si's face: "Do you really want to worship me as a teacher?"

"You can tell by my naturally handsome face that I'm serious."

"Then you know me..."

"Simply put, it means not committing crimes, right, I understand."

As Jin Si said, he picked up the boy from the ground and healed him directly: "We still care about the children."

Nameless's face twitched, he was thinking about it.

Do you want to say a few words on the scene?

For example, if you break the rules of the school, even if you chase you to the ends of the earth, you will be killed as a teacher.

This is easy to say, but it seems a bit difficult to practice.

"Well, it's good to know."

Forget it, bear with it, anyway, depending on the situation, he doesn't really want to be a teacher.

I also plan to keep the bottom of the box for a while.

"Ah, that's right." Jin Si slapped his forehead suddenly: "I remembered something."

"What is it?"

Jin Si suddenly grabbed Wuming.

Wuming looked confused, wait a minute, you are just now a teacher, and you plan to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors?

You should at least make a show, let me teach you a few tricks first, and then you make a decision.

Is it too hasty for you to do this?

Jin Si smashed his fist into the nameless sea of ​​qi.

puff--

This hurts well, Wuming is another mouthful of old blood.

"you you……"

"Master, I'm doing this for your own good... It seems that your kung fu hasn't been exhausted yet, so I'll make it up for you again. The master is optimistic about this move, and it's one step to the stomach."

puff--

Nameless passed out directly.

...

When he woke up again, Wuming found himself lying on the bed.

Then Jin Si's big face enveloped him.

"Yo, Master, wake up."

"You... what do you want to do?"

"Master, I don't understand your words. I'm doing this for your own good. Our Sword Sect's big move is to return to the sect, so we need to break it and then stand it."

Wuming's heart moved, although the sea of ​​qi was blown away by Jin Si's punch.

But it has been repaired at this moment, although the sea of ​​​​qi is empty.

But there is an indescribable feeling.

Nameless looked at Jin Si in surprise.

"How do you know?"

"Master, do you know why my head is bald?"

"Why?"

"Ever heard of being super smart?"

Wuming looked at this not-so-intelligent face, and said against his will: "I heard..."

"Master, you are so talented that you can't even practice your ultimate move. That can only show that your ultimate move has found a different way. My attempt is indeed right." Wuming asked, clutching his chest.

"That is to say... you were just guessing beforehand?"

"yes."

"Then what if you guess wrong? My decades of skill will be useless."

"For something like skill, you have as much as you want."

As he said that, Jin Si gave out a wave of benefits to Wu Ming for free.

Wuming was even more astonished, this skill was obtained through hard work.

How can I give it away easily?

And Jin Si directly filled up his sea of ​​qi.

Just as he was crippled for 40 years, Jin Si immediately made up for him for 50 years.

Is this too capricious?

Jin Si said that decades is nothing.

I just have too much skill right now.

The dark energy of the dark star has been absorbed for countless years.

Put it in the stomach.

"Master, is it enough now? If it's not enough, I'll give you another one."

"By the way... where is that child?"

Wuming realized that he was in the carriage, but he couldn't see the Huo family's child that day.