At this time, the domineering zhenqi in Fan Xian's body had already reacted by itself, densely covering his back, but the wooden stick came too fast, and "pricked" all of its strength before the zhenqi reacted. Go in!
The reason why the word "Zha" is used is because the owner of this wooden stick is like a straight line, and all the strength is concentrated on the point at the tip of the stick.
Fan Xian let out an extremely suppressed cry of pain. Although the young man's body was shielded by true energy, the pain pierced his bones, and his whole body shrank.
One moment he was still curled up on the ground in pain, the next moment his little hands propped up on the stone under his feet, and the whole person rolled up with the momentum of shrinking just now, and kicked viciously behind him!
Anyone who sees such a sinister kick by a beautiful young man will also feel fear. But the only response to him was a simple "Pa!"
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Fan Xian half-kneeled on the ground, touched his ankle with his hand, and kept rubbing it, sucking in the cold air, his eyebrows wrinkled in pain.
He knew that it was useless for him to beg for mercy. This has been proved by years of experience, so he just stared at the blind man standing three meters away, thinking in his heart—according to the agreement with him, as long as he hits the If the opponent touches it, even if it's the corner of the clothes, it's considered a win, and then you can have a month's vacation.
But after being beaten for several years, Fan Xian has never been able to touch the opponent's body. On the one hand, it is because Wuzhu's movements always appear ghostly, silent, and very fast. What's more frightening is that his movements have no warning at all, and he can't pass through the slight side of his shoulder at all. Class information to judge in advance.
The second aspect is the inconspicuous wooden stick in Wu Zhu's hand—every time Fan Xian tried his best to exhaust his true energy and was about to get close to Wu Zhu's body, that stick would Like claws protruding from the devil of the underworld, it would strike hard on his wrists, ankles, and even fingers.
No shattering, only pain, unbearable pain.
And what puzzled Fan Xian the most was that no matter how he tried to cover up his voice, Wu Zhu, who was covered with a black cloth, could still find his position clearly amidst the roar of waves hitting rocks. The wooden stick in his hand has never failed.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Another stick hit his wrist, and Fan Xian sang in pain, singing with a Beijing opera accent, dragging his voice, avoiding the ruthless blind man far away.
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On the cliff, a nameless small yellow flower flinched open.
Fan Xian was lying powerlessly on the edge of the cliff. At this time, the sea under the cliff had returned to calm. Under the sunshine, there was a golden light flowing slowly, and the reef, which had been washed by the waves, finally had some time to be alone. It began to dry slowly, and some crustaceans also climbed up, like small black spots one by one.
Touching the sore spots on his body, he checked the condition of his body with luck. He found that part of the violent zhenqi was sucked into the snow-capped mountains behind his waist, and the other part was consumed because he had to resist the constant sticking. His true energy is in a very calm state... just like the peaceful sea in front of him.
He knew that resting in such a situation would not be good for his own practice, so resisting the aches all over his body, he struggled to get up, sat cross-legged, and began to use the method of the Domineering Scroll. Wuzhu stood coldly on the edge of the cliff.
The black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes was whistling by the sea wind.
"It's really cool, not pretending to be cool." Fan Xian quietly commented on the blind man in his heart, and asked softly, "Uncle, be careful not to fall."
A person as powerful as Wu Zhu would naturally not die innocently because of falling off a cliff, Fan Xian was just talking nonsense.
"Don't be distracted."
After Wu Zhu left such a cold sentence, he ignored him.
Fan Xian sighed inwardly, began to calm down, and entered a state of meditation. After an unknown amount of time, he woke up in the sea breeze, and found that the sun in the sky had shifted its position, while Wuzhu not far away from him was still maintaining that stable posture. The pole will never be cut off the banner.
He stood up, and found that his physical condition had recovered, his true energy was more abundant, and the impact on the meridians was much weaker. Although there is still some soreness in the muscles, ankles and wrists, after returning home, rubbing with the medicinal wine I prepared, it will be fine.
In the slightly fishy sea breeze, he walked to the edge of the cliff and stood side by side with Wu Zhu, but he was much shorter than Wu Zhu. Pick up a stone and throw it into the sea. At this time, the zhenqi in his body was so strong that his current strength was far greater than that of ordinary people. The stone flew far away and fell into the sea, only splashing small water that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
He was a little satisfied with his own strength, thinking that even those martial arts masters might not have such strong arms as his. Looking at the magnificent blue wave in front of him, and the free birds flying in the sky, the energy in his body was drawn by the external environment, and his spirit Unable to shake, he opened his arms and roared loudly towards the sea.
This roar is to vent his depression, to vent his nostalgia for the original world, to vent his love for this world, and to vent his sense of being trapped because he has never had the courage to leave Danzhou.
"Kyoto, I will come one day!"
Wu Zhu didn't seem to hear his roar, and still stood quietly.
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"What are you going to do?"
Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, only to realize that Uncle Wu Zhu, who cherished words like gold, finally asked himself, he couldn't help but smiled, and replied, "Naturally, I want to see what the world looks like."
"The outside world is very dangerous." Wu Zhu said indifferently without looking back.
Fan Xian shrugged his thin shoulders, looking a little funny: "With Uncle Wuzhu protecting me, what are you afraid of?"
"After I came out with Miss, I forgot some things." Wu Zhu's usually calm words suddenly paused, "So there are many people in this world who can hurt me, and naturally they can hurt you too."
"Uncle is modest." Fan Xian smiled sweetly, thinking that in this still unfamiliar world, he was only a strong man like you as his bodyguard, if you wanted to be the shopkeeper, what would he do
"If you are in Kyoto, I will cause you trouble if I am by your side."
Fan Xian raised his head, looked at the face of the blind Wuzhu who seemed to be forever expressionless, thought for a while, and replied a little embarrassedly, "I will protect you."
After hearing this sentence, Wu Zhu finally turned around, "stared" at Fan Xian's eyes very seriously, and said, "This sentence... Miss also said."
Fan Xian smiled, it seemed that his shamelessness was indeed a legacy of his old lady.