"Capturing the Dragon Hand?" Murong Fu was attracted by Song Qingshu, and looked at Song Qingshu in horror. It wasn't too shocking to see him suck Zhao Min in like this just now, but now that he experienced it personally, it's really unimaginable to suck such a first-class master like himself in the air. Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng came out of the world, and there was another person who practiced the magical skill of catching the dragon hand.
This is Murong Fu's misunderstanding. Song Qingshu is just adapted from the water absorption of the green dragon in Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, plus he often practices Li swordsmanship. Practice makes perfect. means of success.
Song Qingshu didn't know that Murong Fu had already turned so many thoughts in his mind, and seeing the force displayed by Ping Yizhi just now was really unexpected, so he didn't dare to be careless.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Ping Yizhi's eyes were fixed, his whole body trembled, and he actually used the same move to meet him.
"How is it possible?" Song Qingshu was also horrified, the two exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, and each time they hit each other with the same move, and the power seemed to be somewhat stronger.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu's martial arts cultivation was higher than that of the opponent, and he was not taken advantage of by Ping Yizhi in his panic. After the two separated, Song Qingshu looked at Ping Yizhi fearfully: "What kind of internal strength is this?"
After the initial astonishment, Song Qingshu gradually calmed down, and he could already see that although the other party's moves were similar in appearance, the method of using luck to exert force was completely different from the genuine martial arts.
After so many moves, Song Qingshu gradually discovered that although the moves used by Ping Yizhi are different from each other, there is a trace of regularity in them. Only by using various moves can the so-called effect of "returning the other's way to the other's body" be achieved.
"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to see the clues in such a short time." Ping Yi pointed to his heart in surprise, "Hey, but so what if you see it? Could it be that you still recognize this magical skill?"
It's fine if it's someone else, but Song Qingshu was so familiar with Jin Yong in his previous life, although he may not be as familiar with the origins of martial arts of ordinary martial arts as the Murong family of Gusu, but he is very clear about the martial arts that can be called miraculous.
, Thinking of a skill, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly brightened, but he soon fell into doubt again, so he had to ask, "Are you from the Xiaoyao sect?"
"Huh? You actually know the Xiaoyao faction?" Ping Yizhi looked at him in surprise, never expecting Song Qingshu to know this martial arts secret at such a young age.
"What does Li Qiushui have to do with you?" Song Qingshu pondered for a while. Among the three elders of the Xiaoyao School, Wu Yazi was the best at "Beiming Shengong", and Tianshan Child Elder was good at "Eight Desolation Only I Respect Gong", or Lao Shizi's "Immortality" "Eternal Spring Kung Fu", Li Qiushui is good at "Small Formless Kung Fu".
With Li Qiushui's nature of loving facial expressions, it is not surprising that the "Little Formless Kung Fu" has spread. For example, the Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi, Song Qingshu actually wanted to ask his "Little Formless Kung Fu" many times. I didn't get it from Li Qiushui, but I was worried that it would touch the painful memory of the national teacher's face-to-face meeting when he was young, which would make him angry, so he was not ashamed to ask.
Of course, all this is just Song Qingshu's malicious gossip. Jiumozhi's "Little Wuxiang Gong" may also be taken from the blessed land of Langhuan of the royal family of Gusu, let's not show it for now.
"You even know this?" Ping Yizhi was startled, thinking that Song Qingshu already knew it, and he didn't want to hide it anymore, "Although the taste of that old witch is good, she's just a masculine man, how could he be willing to be raped by a woman? If you take her "Little Wuxiang Gong", it will be used as money for prostitution, and you will never owe me anything from now on."
Looking at Ping Yizhi, who is short and fat, with two disgusting beards, Song Qingshu couldn't help but slander: It is said that Li Qiushui liked to find young and handsome boys for her to play with. At that time, he must not be very handsome. Li Qiushui's aesthetics is indeed a bit worrying.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Murong still has to call me grandpa, hahaha." Ping Yizhi laughed loudly, obviously thinking of something very happy.
"Bastard!" Murong Fu didn't know the relationship between Li Qiushui and Wang Yuyan, and was at a loss, but he was still furious when he heard Ping Yizhi's words, and was about to rush up, but was stopped by Song Qingshu.
Now that Ping Yizhi's strength is unknown, Song Qingshu is worried that he will risk his life in vain. After all, he is also helping each other for his own sake, and if something happens, he will feel very sorry.
"Small Wuxiang Kung Fu has no form and no trace to be found. As long as you know the moves of other martial arts, you can imitate other people's unique skills and even surpass the original version. It has something to do with the Murong family's star shift," Song Qingshu said in a flash Knowing the characteristics of Xiao Wuxiang Gong, Ping Yizhi's face was cloudy and cloudy, Murong Fu thought thoughtfully, "Doctor Ping, I want to see if you can imitate my palm technique?"
As soon as the words fell, a palm erratically landed on him.
Ping Yizhi saw that his move was obviously a certain style of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to have changed into the Emei School's Fragrance Piercing Cloud Palm, and it also had a bit of Wudang Mian Palm. Let's see his subsequent changes , seems to be mixed with Kongtong Seven Injuries Fist, Songshan Da Songyang Palm Fist, just looking at it makes me feel sick, how can Ping Yizhi imitate his moves, he raised his palm in a hurry, but Song Qingshu The palm of his hand turned lightly and pressed to his shoulder.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu didn't expel his palm strength, but suddenly felt a stern fingering wind coming from the sky, and hurriedly dodged and retreated.
"The Yang finger of the Duan family in Dali!" Murong Fu saw it clearly and exclaimed.
Ping Yizhi took the opportunity to distance himself from Song Qingshu, looking at each other vigilantly, his shoulders were already sore and numb from the wind of his palm, but fortunately he was forced away by Yiyang Finger, otherwise his shoulder bones might have been broken.
"Are you finally willing to use your housekeeping skills?" Song Qingshu smiled slightly. With his eyesight, it is natural to tell that the attainment of the flat finger on the one yang finger is much better than his imitation of other people's moves with the little non-phase kung fu." It’s just that you have also learned the secret of how to practice Dali Duan Shi without passing it on. It’s really strange, strange…”
"What's so strange about Hui Yi Yang Zhi, Ping Yi Zhi Ping Yi Zhi, the old man's name is not for nothing." Ping Yi Zhi looked at him with a half-smile, but he was already thinking of retreating.
"Since you are so proud of your superb fingering skills that you just pointed your own name, what was your previous name?" Zhao Min was alert and quickly realized the flaw in his words.
Ping suffocated his breath with one finger, unexpectedly there was a flaw in his words, and he said calmly: "Little girl, instead of caring about my name, you might as well care about the poison in yourself. You'd better persuade your lover, Let him kill Murong Fu for this old man, and this old man will naturally detoxify you."
"Catching you will naturally force you to hand over the antidote." Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and with a flash of figure, he attacked in front of Ping Yizhi.
Ping Yizhi didn't expect his movements to be so fast, and in shock he used what he had learned in his life to dismantle them one by one. I saw the force of the middle finger on the field, smoke and dust everywhere, and the two of them have already dismantled dozens of moves.
Suddenly there was a muffled shout, Ping Yizhi yelled, and flew back, Song Qingshu was about to catch up, but was suddenly stunned by the scene in front of him.
It turned out that Ping's finger was hit by Song Qingshu's palm, and he suffered serious internal injuries. He could no longer maintain his original body shape, and his whole body was crackling. The short and fat murderous famous doctor turned into a tall and thin middle-aged man. .
"Murong Jingyue?" Seeing the man's appearance clearly, Song Qingshu was startled, how could it be him? But in this way, it is clear at a glance why Ping Yizhi wanted to kill Murong Fu with his own hands.
With a sudden scolding, Bingxue'er in a white dress rushed out from the ambush forest, and wrapped a long whip around Ping Yizhi's body from afar.
Ping Yizhi was seriously injured, and he was overwhelmed by Bingxueer's fierce offensive in the blink of an eye, but his martial arts cultivation is still there, Bingxueer is concerned about the power of his Yangzhi, so he can't help him for a while.
Worried that something might happen to Bingxue'er, Song Qingshu rushed over to help her, but he didn't know that he was in mid-air, when he suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air beside him, he quickly shrank his waist, abruptly turned over in mid-air, and dodged The incoming thing.
As soon as it landed, the sharp weapon that flew past just circled back again. Song Qingshu didn't know the reality, so he didn't dare to catch it head-on. Finally seeing the sneak attacker clearly, he couldn't help being shocked and angry: "Golden Wheel Fawang!"
"Princess, I hope you will forgive me for being late to rescue you." As soon as the two elders Xuan Ming finished speaking, they took advantage of Song Qingshu being held back by Jinlun Fawang and rushed towards Zhao Min.
Murong Fu was taken aback, he quickly raised his sword to meet him, who knows that Xuan Ming and Elders are best at combined strikes, one used a deer head staff to support his long sword, the other raised his palm to attack.
Murong Fu hastily greeted him with a palm, only felt the cold air penetrated his body along his arm, before he had time to react, Lu Zhangke's other hand stretched out silently from his arms and hit his abdomen, Bi Weng's pickaxe pen also stretched out ghostly and swept across his ribs.
After all, Murong Fu was a master who was as famous as Qiao Feng. Although the incident happened suddenly and he was in a dangerous situation all at once, but he hastily used the method of fighting and shifting his mind, so that the strength of the two people hitting him would cancel each other out. Dazed for a moment, he quickly resorted to the force of the shock and retreated several feet away, his clothes already soaked in cold sweat.
Xuanming and Elder looked at their palms suspiciously, and shouted in unison:
"Return the way of the other to the other?"
"The stars are changing?"
Murong Fu looked at the situation in the arena, these two weird old men were no match for him, the great monk holding the wheel seemed not to be under Song Qingshu, and with the addition of many Sun Moon God Sect masters, he quickly thought of leaving, However, thinking that Song Qingshu had just given him the magical secret book, it would be too unkind for him to walk away, and he couldn't help but be unable to advance or retreat for a while.
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