Ren Woxing was slightly taken aback, but it was too late for him to change his moves at this moment, Zuo Lengchan's finger had poked the "Tianchi Point" on his left chest with a pop, and Ren Woxing subconsciously used the Xingxing Da method, Sure enough, the opponent's internal energy was like a river embankment bursting, pouring in from his "Tianchi acupoint".
Ren Woxing is a stunning person. Although what Song Qingshu said has no beginning and no end, he understood Zuo Lengchan's plan after a while, and let himself absorb his icy true energy. If he is caught off guard, his whole body will inevitably freeze. Stiff, when the time comes, you can only let others slaughter you.
Wanting to understand all this at the moment, Ren Woxing couldn't help being shocked and angry, how dare he wantonly inhale the other party's true energy into his body? But if he had lured the wolf into the room before, if he didn't use the star suction method to absorb the internal force of the opponent's finger at this time, he would inevitably be seriously injured by this finger.
Ren Woxing made a decisive decision, desperately suffered serious injuries, and took his finger abruptly with his body. At the same time, blood spurted out of his mouth, he kicked Zuo Lengchan's lower abdomen, Zuo Lengchan yelled, and fell backwards , suddenly curled up on the ground and howled.
Everyone in the field turned pale with shock. One must know that Zuo Lengchan is the head of the Five Sacred Sword Sect, a well-known tough guy in the Jianghu. If he hadn't suffered a lot of pain, he would never lose his composure. People from the Songshan Sect had surrounded him to check on his injuries. .
"Your Excellency is so vicious, poor monk Xuandu, I will teach you how to do it!" An old monk with a red face came out angrily. Smiling, with a gentle look, the contrast is so weird.
Ren Woxing was seriously injured at this time, so he was still his opponent, Song Qingshu and Jiumozhi both rushed out, protecting Ren Woxing behind him.
"Junior brother, let me deal with this monk, you take care of Mr. Ren first." Jiumozhi immediately blocked the old monk's way.
Song Qingshu knew Jiumozhi's cultivation, so naturally he wouldn't worry about him, instead he hurriedly checked Ren Woxing's veins, only to feel that the skin on his hands was cold to the bone, and his pulse was even more chaotic, apparently seriously injured by the opponent's icy fingers under force.
Song Qingshu couldn't help regretting greatly: "Father-in-law, if I hadn't interfered from the side, you wouldn't have been hurt so badly." In the original book, Ren Woxing accidentally inhaled Zuo Lengchan's icy true energy during this battle, and was killed by the opponent. Taking the opportunity to seal the acupoints for defeat, even though he lost, he didn't suffer any serious injuries, and after recuperating for half a day, he got rid of the cold poison in his body. But at this time, the injury he suffered has not been recuperated for a few months, and I am afraid it will not heal.
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Ren Woxing's teeth were trembling, but he still smiled: "It's just an injury. If the old man loses to Zuo, it will be worse than killing me."
Song Qingshu had black lines on his face: "It's easy to say, you didn't even look at the severity of your injuries. If there was a slight mistake just now, I'm afraid you would have died on the spot." He removes cold poison from the body.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on Ren Woxing's face: "If you knew what kind of injury surnamed Zuo suffered, you wouldn't think my injury was serious."
Song Qingshu also wondered why Zuo Lengchan was howling so miserably, recalling that the other party was kicked in the lower abdomen just now, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Could it be that his father-in-law abolished his dantian?"
Ren Woxing had a half-smile on his face: "I did plan that way at the time, but the surname Zuo valued martial arts more than his life, and jumped up three inches at the critical moment to avoid the destruction of his dantian, but this When I came, I was kicked... Hehe, I heard that Zuo has several concubines, I think they will be widows for the rest of their lives."
Song Qingshu couldn't help but gasped, and couldn't help but look at Zuo Lengchan in the distance sympathetically, thinking of the star-absorbing method that he designed to make Zhang Wuji practice self-castration, hey, our son-in-law is really destined, In the future, I can change my nickname to Eunuch Maker, so let's see which man in the world dares to fight against the two of us
Zhang Sanfeng sighed secretly, he didn't want to go with these two people before because he was worried that this would happen, but after all Ren Woxing was standing out for him, so he couldn't complain.
Although Zhang Sanfeng is easy-going, it doesn't mean that he is a person who is afraid of things. He is actually dissatisfied with the attitude of Shaolin just now that he has nothing to do with himself. After all, Prajna Palm is your unique skill in Shaolin. In the end, you didn't say a word. What's up
Taoism always pays attention to letting nature take its course, so Zhang Sanfeng stopped thinking about it and began to pay attention to the competition between Jiumozhi and that master Xuandu in the field.
The two have been confronting each other for a long time, Jiumozhi suddenly smiled: "Master Jiumu Xuandu's 'Finger Finger' skill has been practiced to perfection, I can see you today, how lucky is that." Hold it up and make it look like a flower.
Xuandu was startled immediately, thinking could this person also know Shaolin's flower fingers? He didn't dare to neglect, and hastily made a move.
Everyone saw that the two monks slowly stretched out their left hands at the same time, and flicked three bullets at each other. I only heard three waves ringing,
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Fingers collide. Master Xuandu swayed, and suddenly three bloody arrows shot out from his chest, spurting several feet, under the contest of two fingers, Xuandu was defeated, and Jiumozhi's three fingers hit his chest, just like being wounded by a sharp knife .
Xuansheng and Xuandu have always been on good terms, seeing this, he hastily stepped forward to protect Xuandu, and gave him some acupuncture to stop the bleeding. He was not sure at first, but after seeing his wound clearly, he couldn't help looking at Jiumozhi in amazement: "Why would you My Shaolin twisting flower finger?"
Jiumozhi smiled proudly: "It's true that the little monk can pick up the flower finger, but this flower finger may not be something from Shaolin."
"Bastard, finger-picking is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. The whole world knows about it, so why isn't it Shaolin's?" Xuan Sheng was furious, he couldn't even take the warning of anger.
"Master's words are wrong again. There are seventy-two unique skills in this world that are true, but they may not necessarily be Shaolin's." Jiumozhi looked respectful, but what he said was earth-shattering.
"What did you say?" Xuan Cheng's temper was very hot, his eyes widened immediately, and he glared at the other party.
Song Qingshu also heard a black line, Jiumozhi probably wants to show off his skills again, he really made friends carelessly.
Zhang Sanfeng also frowned slightly, and said to Song Qingshu through voice transmission: "Your senior brother, it seems that you intend to challenge the entire Shaolin Temple."
Song Qingshu said with a chuckle: "Great Master, don't worry, Qingshu has his own measure in this matter, let him kill those stinky monks first."
Hearing Jiumozhi's words, Xuanci, who had been watching his heart all the time, couldn't sit still: "I don't know what King Ming's words mean?"
Jiumozhi replied indifferently: "Back then, Patriarch Bodhidharma brought the martial arts from Tianzhu to the east, and then passed them on to Shaolin. However, the martial arts of Tianzhu is so vast. Although Patriarch Bodhidharma is amazing and talented, not all of them are good at it. Next, many other Tianzhu martial arts were gradually introduced to Tubo. Thousands of years later, many of these martial arts were introduced to the Central Plains, and they were sorted out one by one by Shaolin, thus forming the so-called Shaolin Seventy-Two Unique Skills. The young monk has also seen it in the Central Plains over the years Many eminent Shaolin monks took action, only now did they learn that the famous Shaolin Seventy-Two Unique Skills are nothing more than the Tianzhu martial arts that have been passed down in Tubo."—
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