Chapter 587: Dead Tree Palm?
"This is a big problem. What if Uncle doesn't have this magical weapon that can cut through iron like mud?"

Le Zhuang's face changed drastically. He looked at Cui Ji being pierced by the flying sword thrown by Taoist Xuan Qing. He did not show any excitement. His face and eyes were full of worry. He said:

"Uncle, uncle, although I want that bastard Cui Ji to die, it doesn't matter if he dies at any time. You don't have to be so anxious. Now you don't have a weapon that suits you. If something happens to you, what do you want me to do?"

As he was talking, Le Zhuang stood here, not daring to continue watching the fun, and quickly ran from the periphery towards Cui Ji's body. He wanted to take the weapons from Cui Ji's body and return them to Taoist Xuan Qing, so that Taoist Xuan Qing would have a handy weapon and would not suffer a loss in front of this group of armored warriors.

"One or two, you don't really think that my uncle is a martial artist and can't do anything without weapons, right?"

Wang Pingan was standing in an inconspicuous position nearby, looking at the complicated expressions on the faces around him, some worried and some happy, and laughed secretly: "Don't you see how my master is dressed? How could he be a martial artist?"

Seeing Taoist Xuanqing throwing the magic weapon that could cut through iron like mud, the armored warriors who were originally extremely frightened were replaced by excitement. They looked at each other, unable to conceal the murderous intent in their eyes. Without much communication, they launched an attack on Taoist Xuanqing from all directions again.

They planned to take advantage of the fact that Taoist Xuanqing had no weapons and could not break their sturdy armor, and kill him as soon as possible to avenge their dead brothers.

"Uncle..."

Le Zhuang quickly ran to Cui Ji's body. He was not frightened by Cui Ji's miserable death. He hurriedly pulled out Taoist Xuanqing's sword from Cui Ji's body. When he was about to call Taoist Xuanqing and return the sword to Taoist Xuanqing, he saw a group of armored warriors who were being defeated by Taoist Xuanqing's attack, attacking Taoist Xuanqing from all directions.

The worry on his face became even more intense!
"No, I can't let my uncle get into trouble for avenging me!"

Le Zhuang suppressed the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth, picked up Taoist Xuan Qing's sword, and was about to pounce on the group of armored warriors.

He once learned some mediocre kung fu from the beast Cui Ji, but after thinking about it later, he found that the beast Cui Ji was not serious at all when he taught him kung fu. He was deliberately fooling him and did not teach him real skills. Not to mention that he has a lame leg now, even if his leg was intact, he might not be able to beat a normal person.

Not to mention Zhu Xing’s bodyguard!
just.

Even if he died, he wanted to die together with Taoist Master Xuanqing. After all, Taoist Master Xuanqing lost his life while avenging him. As the person involved, he naturally could not hide away.

he.

Now that my grandfather is gone, I have nothing to worry about.

“Puff!”, “Puff!”, “Puff!”

The next moment, one after another, the armored warriors who were besieging Taoist Xuanqing from all directions flew backwards, and soon, all fell to the ground.

Le Zhuang just stood up and prepared to charge at the armored warriors. To him, he would kill as many as he could. However, he never expected that before he could make a move, one after another armored warriors would fly backwards. He said in astonishment:

"Is my uncle so powerful?"

Not long ago.

Regardless of whether Cui Ji was knocked out by Taoist Xuanqing or whether one armored warrior after another died at the hands of Taoist Xuanqing, he admitted that his grandfather had foresight. His uncle, who suddenly appeared, was a very powerful figure, but he believed that half of the credit for these achievements was due to that sword that could cut iron like mud.

This is also why, when Taoist Xuanqing threw his sword and had no magic weapon in his hand, he was so worried about Taoist Xuanqing and did not hesitate to think of the worst.

"Is it the Deadwood Palm?"

Gu Lianggong, who was also very worried about the safety of Taoist Xuanqing, saw the armored warriors who besieged Taoist Xuanqing being knocked away one after another. He just breathed a sigh of relief, but out of the corner of his eye he saw armored warriors lying on the ground one after another. They had obviously aged dozens of years in an instant and were no longer breathing. He was afraid that they had died. His pupils suddenly shrank and he said in astonishment.

"Withered Tree Palm?"

Zhuo Tie was very calm. After all, Cui Ji, the beast, was dead. To be honest, he didn't care about the life or death of Taoist Xuanqing. So even if Taoist Xuanqing was chopped into meat paste by the armored warriors, he didn't care too much. However, he never expected that the armored warriors who besieged Taoist Xuanqing would fly backwards. He was still very shocked and sighed:
"This Taoist priest Ku Mu is really capable. I originally thought that since he killed the beast Cui Ji, he would definitely die at the hands of Zhu's eldest son's bodyguards without a magical weapon that could cut through iron like mud. I never thought that he could actually knock all these armored warriors away!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Tie suddenly noticed the miserable deaths of a group of burly warriors. He was shocked. They were all strong men in their thirties and forties, but suddenly one after another they turned into old men in their sixties and seventies, with dry and haggard faces. He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue and said in a trembling voice, shocked:

"Uncle Gu, what exactly is this dead wood palm that you mentioned? Their current state, could it be related to the dead wood palm you mentioned?"

Gu Lianggong looked at Zhuo Tie and did not rush to answer his question. Instead, he asked, "Zhuo Tie, tell me the truth. Were you not worried about Taoist Ku Mu's life or death at all just now?"

Zhuo Tie laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.

"That's right. Taoist Master Ku Mu has no relationship with you. I can understand why you care about his life or death!"

Seeing Zhuo Tie's expression, Gu Lianggong knew that he could not understand his thoughts, so he did not blame him and reminded him:

"But no matter what, Taoist Master Ku Mu helped us deal with that bastard Cui Ji. We should respect Taoist Master Ku Mu in the future and don't let him laugh at us Liangshui Town for being ungrateful!"

Zhuo Tie said righteously, "Uncle Gu, do you need to tell me this? Don't you know who I am, Zhuo Tie? Don't worry, I will respect Taoist Master Ku Mu more than anyone else in the future. You should tell me what exactly is the Ku Mu Palm you just mentioned?"

"What other magical skill could it be? It must be the secret method of the Dead Tree Temple. It is said that anyone who is hit by the Dead Tree Palm will age by dozens of years!"

Gu Lianggong explained casually.

"So that's it!"

Zhuo Tie nodded, and was about to ask Gu Lianggong about his specific situation in detail, when he suddenly saw a worry on Gu Lianggong's face. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and changed his mouth to say:

"Uncle Gu, Cui Ji, that beast, has already died at the hands of Taoist Master Ku Mu. This is great news for our entire Liangshui Town. What else do you have to worry about?"

(End of this chapter)