Gao Forbidden Forest has never been so excited as it is today. Ever since he left the Zongmen and joined Dali Temple, he has not been reused. Bag money? He has always wanted to stand out and glorify his family. With his cultivation base, he can establish a sect in the Jianghu. Although he will not be famous, at least it will be no problem to make a name in a county or even a county.
But he always believed that the real glorious lintel still had to take the road of Gongmen. Even if he became a grandmaster, would he be comparable to the three-rank crimson official robe in terms of status
So in the past few years in Dali Temple, he has been very aggrieved, always feeling that he has all the abilities but has no room to display them. When he was invited to Chang'an City by people from Dali Temple before, he was full of pride. It was the fulfillment of a half-life wish that was finally realized, and a longing for an infinitely better future.
But after he entered the officialdom, he realized that Dali Temple, with its great reputation, was only a second-rate yamen in Chang'an City. Because at that time, there was a powerful Ouchi guard pressing down on him, and Dali Temple was like a decoration. To put it bluntly, the reason why he was able to enter Dali Temple was only because Dali Temple could use the name of recruiting a martial arts hero to ask for more money from the court... that's all.
So he always had the illusion that he was a little daughter-in-law who was raped by bandits, but in order to be greedy for the official uniform on his body, he was fucked and kept in shamelessness.
The sky paid off, and when he was still insisting on his ideals, the turning point in his life finally came. The Ouchi Guard Office was banned, and the Jinyi School, which had just raised its status, gradually declined following Su Buwei's death in battle. Then, the mysterious Iron Armored General took control of the government and raised the status of Dali Temple again.
Today, on his way here, Dali Temple Minister Mu Chen told him that if this matter is done well, he will be promoted to Dali Temple Young Minister.
So, after seeing the two usually arrogant guys in the Ministry of Justice being easily killed, he couldn't help it anymore.
Gao Forbidden Forest took a step forward, and its sleeves bulged like sails that had been fed by the wind. He has not given up on his practice for so many years, and even he himself is afraid of this move.
He strode forward, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground. You must know that the official roads of the Sui Dynasty were very solid, and even under heavy rain, there were very few potholes.
He made a hole with one foot, which shows the vigor of his inner strength. He followed the path of the iron cloth shirt. Big waves and sand removal sounds like a powerful offensive move, but it is actually a very powerful defense. Like a big wave clearing sand, exclude all attacks. Gao Forbidden Forest knew who the old guy who was driving the car was. He had been well-known in the Jianghu decades ago, and was known as the Holy Hand Yanqing.
It is said that this person's hidden weapon technique has reached the point of perfection, but Gao Jinlin insists that a person who uses a hidden weapon cannot achieve great achievements in his life, because it is a small way.
Yan Qing was right, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had a fight.
He frowned slightly when he saw the guy with the bulging clothes walking over like Mount Tai. Gao Forbidden Forest's iron cloth shirt kung fu combined with vigorous internal strength, it seems difficult to break through hidden weapons.
Gao Forbidden Forest was also a little proud, because he could see that the sage Yanqing was a little unsure of how to do it.
Then, he saw Yan Qing still pointed at him.
With a few muffled bang bang bangs, Gao Forbidden Lin almost didn't notice where the hidden weapon came from, and hit him on the vitals, with two hits on the heart, one hit on the throat, and one hit on the lower abdomen. However, these hidden weapons couldn't break through his defense at all. So he took bigger steps forward, and every step he took was like a rainbow.
Mu Chen glanced at Baohe with a little satisfaction, and the meaning in his eyes was that the people in your Ministry of Punishment are far behind my people in Dali Temple. The Pei brothers, who are known as the double masters of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, were disqualified as soon as they met each other, and they didn't even see where the hidden weapon was coming from.
As a result, Baohe's face became even more difficult to look at.
A kind of anger began to burn in his heart, so he also strode forward.
With a bang, a hidden weapon was flicked away by Baohe's right index finger. This finger seemed to be made of metal and was indestructible.
Yan Qing frowned even deeper, as if she was thinking.
Then he pointed to the sky, and with a crisp ding, a hidden weapon hit the top of Gao Forbidden Forest's head, but it was meaningless. After hitting the top of Gao Forbidden Forest, it was bounced off. In the next second, Gao Jinlin closed his eyes, and the eyelids of both eyes held two hidden weapons as thin as silver needles at the same time.
"Ha ha!"
He opened his eyes and laughed, and the two needles fell down immediately.
At this moment, his face changed slightly, and his mouth, which had just burst out laughing, was immediately closed, and with a soft click, he actually bit a hidden weapon with his teeth. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, this hidden weapon would have gotten into his mouth, no matter how strong the iron cloth shirt was, no one could hit the tongue.
"spit!"
Gao Forbidden Forest spat out the hidden weapon and said four words: "It's just like... ah!"
The emphasis on the last word is suddenly raised, and it is so stern that it makes people shudder.
He certainly couldn't see it himself, a hidden weapon got around behind him somehow, and got into his asshole precisely. It has to be said that the iron cloth shirt cannot be practiced on the tongue, nor can it be practiced in the butthole. In an instant, Gao Forbidden Forest realized that Yan Qing's hidden weapons were feint attacks, just to make him proud and make him careless. Who the hell knew the punch in the ass was the point
Because of the pain, his internal strength immediately dissipated a little, and in the next second his left eye was pierced by a hidden weapon. The hidden weapon didn't fly out from the back of his head, but it smashed his brain. This hidden weapon was an iron ball full of spikes, which spun into his eye socket and killed him instantly.
In the carriage, the white-eyed young woman couldn't help curling her lips, and said in a low voice that this move should make the backyard bloom.
Thinking that Gao Forbidden Forest died suddenly, Baohe, who was striding forward, couldn't help but pause. His flick of the fingers is unrivaled, and there are very few hidden weapons that cannot fly, but today he has seen the extreme of what is called a hidden weapon, and he can even use it to spank his ass. This shows that the professors of the Academy of Martial Arts are not so authentic of.
So after hesitating for a while, he decided that he could no longer hide his secrets.
He raised the middle finger of his right hand like an Optimus Prime.
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It was the biggest stick anyone present had ever seen in their lives.
A round and solid pillar of Optimus, as cast in bronze.
With the sound of howling wind, Baohe's middle finger came down hard and went straight to Yanqing's head. There is no doubt about the defense of the iron cloth shirt, but it was still broken by Yan Qing's hidden weapon. So Baohe suddenly understood a truth, a strong defense is not as good as a strong offense.
He hadn't used this finger like this for a long time.
Since he was promoted to the Ministry of Punishment and was promoted to the capital of punishment, he seldom fights with others, so few people know that the key to his magical skill of finger snapping is not the finger play at all, but the fingers.
This finger has become the Dinghaishen needle.
Yan Qing felt the fear of this finger, so he immediately raised his left hand to meet it. Many people who lived in the rivers and lakes decades ago knew that Yan Qing's hidden weapon in his left hand was unparalleled in the world, so many people said that his cultivation was all in his left hand, and his inner strength was all in his left hand. As long as Yan Qing's left hand could not be used, then the holy hand would be meaningless.
This stick was too strong, so Yan Qing could only guard against it.
With a bang, Yan Qing, who caught the stick with his left hand, immediately fell half short, and everything from the waist down was smashed and embedded into the solid official path. , A very beautiful hand stretched out from the carriage and grabbed the trembling rein just right, no matter how the horse pedaled around, it couldn't get out at all.
"How about it?"
asked the white-eyed young woman holding the rein.
"very good."
Yan Qing replied, but his left arm was shaking.
"Your strongest is your left hand!"
Baohe couldn't help laughing: "I'll tell you a secret...my left hand is also my strongest."
Then he raised his left hand and extended his middle finger.
Another gigantic stick of strength appeared, more domineering and awe-inspiring than the stick on the middle finger of his right hand before. When the stick fell, the air waves had already blown up all the dust on the road, and the carriage was making an overwhelmed noise. moan. Yan Qing had no choice but to raise his right hand and catch the stick with a bang.
Boom!
His body sank a lot further, and at this moment, he was buried in the soil from the neck down.
However, no matter how difficult it is for the stick to move forward.
Baohe realized that he was a little stupid. He had always used the middle finger of his right hand to defend against enemies, so everyone in the Ministry of Criminal Justice knew that Mr. Ti Xing's finger snapping skill was on his right hand. Only he knew that his left hand had stronger fingers. But he ignored it, what he has been hiding, maybe others are also using this method to hide it.
For example, the sage Yanqing who had sunk into the ground on the opposite side, obviously, this old guy's right hand was far stronger than his left hand, and he was holding the stick, motionless.
"I know how difficult it is to develop a dexterous hand to release a concealed weapon, and it is even more difficult to develop a pair of hands, especially to the point where you are..."
The corner of Baohe's mouth ticked up, looking a little happy: "However, no matter how nimble your hands are, there are only two. Even if both hands can receive hidden weapons, there are only two. You can't have a second hand. Three hands popped out and shot a hidden weapon to kill me, right?"
"But I still have eight fingers to use."
After he said this, he suddenly felt a little pain in his lower body, the kind of pain in the balls when someone kicked him. He looked down subconsciously, and found that his crotch was already red. A hidden weapon hit his baby at some point, and cut it directly, blood flowed out like a diabetes insipidus, and soon his pants were stained red and drenched with blood.
Then, he suddenly let out a howl that was more miserable than when the High Forbidden Forest died. Through his clothes, he could see a wave-like thing moving up from his lower body, passing through the lower abdomen, stomach, chest, and then It popped out of his shoulder again. It was a sharp hidden weapon, like a nail, but with obvious threads.
"idiot… "
Yan Qing jumped up from the deep pit, shook the dirt on his body and said, "Who told you that I can only receive hidden weapons with my hands? Just because I was nicknamed the Holy Hand back then? That's because few people can let me Use other places to send hidden weapons..."
His nose moved, and a blood hole appeared in Baohe's heart.
His ears moved, and there was a line of blood on Baohe's throat.
"Compared to me more..."
Yan Qing shook his head and sighed: "Unless you are more hairy... when you get old, you will always lose more hair."
The reason why he said this was because Baohe's hair was really thick, whether it was the eyebrows or the beard, even the thing that was cut off and fell on the ground before had a large tuft of hair attached to it. It can be seen that this old man is still seeking truth from facts and does not shy away from his shortcomings.
Right after he said this, the young scholar in the carriage who had been reading with his head down kept his face and asked in a very serious voice: "Above or below? There is no cure for the top, but... there is no need to treat the bottom..."