"My master is..."

Chen Dong just wanted to tell the name of the sloppy Taoist, and maybe Yuankong would give him some face, but he remembered that the sloppy Taoist once said that he was not allowed to tell anyone who his master was.

"As a teacher, I have many enemies in the world. It would be harmful rather than beneficial to you to report my name."

These are the original words of the sloppy Taoist.

After such hesitation, Xiong Yaowen immediately said: "Master, he can't tell. He doesn't have a master at all, so there is no need to be deceived by this kid."

But Yuankong said with some excitement: "No, he must have a master, otherwise where did this King Wu Sword come from? This is a supreme treasure that cannot be obtained by ordinary people."

Xiong Yaowen said: "Then why didn't he say who the master was?"

"No matter who his master is, King Wu's sword has appeared and I must grab it!"

Yuankong was excited, and slapped several people away with "bang bang bang bang bang", and then rushed towards Chen Dong with a lunge.

In just a short time, Yuankong had already shot away more than ten people.

There were more than ten left, and now they were running towards Yuankong again.

Upon seeing this, Xiong Yaowen immediately protected Yuankong and used thirty-six Shaolin fists, beating the rest of the people with "bang bang bang bang".

Yuankong rushed to Chen Dong, stretched out his hand and said: "Give me the King Wu Sword!"

Regardless of whether this sword is the Wu Wang Sword or not, it was handed over to Chen Dong by a slovenly Taoist.

Chen Dong didn't even warm up the hilt of his sword, but he was about to be snatched away by others. How could he be willing to do so?

Chen Dong immediately shook his head: "No!"

Then the sword must be sheathed.

Yuankong clasped his hands together, recited Amitabha silently, and then said grimly: "If you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink!"

Yuan Kong's expression darkened, and he immediately reached out to grab the sword in Chen Dong's hand.

How could Chen Dong just surrender and stab Yuan Kong in the chest with his backhand sword?

“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”

Yuankong snorted coldly and suddenly kicked Chen Dong away.

Chen Dong rolled down on the edge of the dense forest, and Wu Wang's sword also fell to the ground with a clang.

Yuankong ran a few steps quickly, picked up the Wu Wang Sword, turned it over and looked at it carefully, as if to verify the authenticity of the sword, and then laughed loudly: "The Wu Wang Sword is in my hand! The Wu Wang Sword is in my hand! The Wu Wang Sword is in my hand!

It’s in my hands!”

His voice was full of energy and carried far and wide, showing how excited he was.

It was at this moment that a cold voice suddenly came from the dense forest: "I'm afraid you have your life to snatch it from, but not your life to take it!"

Yuankong's laughter suddenly stopped, and his eyes stared into the depths of the forest: "Who?!"
Chapter completed!