In an inn, Xiongba was tied up and thrown on the bed. The doll was playing with the puppet and rattle in his hand, laughing and looking very happy. There was a knock on the door, and immediately another doll left with a grumpy appearance. Come in.
"What? Could it be that he ran away that kid?" The two dolls had the same heart, and seeing this angry look, the other one could roughly understand what was going on.
Xiongba, who was tied up tightly on the bed, also quietly pricked up his ears. After waiting for so long without making a move, Xiongba was actually waiting to hear about the situation over there.
"Hmph, don't talk about it, that little guy's martial arts is really weird, he can turn into a wooden stake when he is hit, I chased after it for a while, and suddenly, that kid disappeared like a light smoke for no reason up".
This doll looked very angry. Of course, she also felt very miraculous about Duanlang's ninjutsu, but in the end she was chasing a phantom of Duanlang's avatar technique, and this phantom disappeared out of thin air in front of her.
"There is such a strange martial art?" Another doll also felt very strange, such a martial art was really unheard of.
"Master Xiong, what kind of martial arts did that child learn? Do you know?" Unable to figure it out, the two dolls walked to Xiongba's bed, looked at Xiongba who was tied up, and asked.
"I don't know either, Duanlang's martial arts don't seem to be like our Shenzhou's martial arts." Xiongba, although he was tied up, had an extraordinary bearing, he replied calmly after hearing the words.
While talking, thinking that his Beiming Divine Art was ineffective against Duanlang, Xiongba felt in his heart that it should be very different from Shenzhou's martial arts, and it wasn't even considered martial arts, otherwise, how could his Beiming Divine Art be ineffective
"Baby, there is absolutely no need for you to tie me up like this. Now that I have lost all my martial arts, are you still afraid that I will run away?" He didn't want to say anything more about Duanlang. This is the shame of Xiongba's life, so Xiongba then brought the topic to himself.
"You old man, as the leader of the Tianxiahui, even if you lose all your martial arts, we dare not underestimate you." The two dolls looked at Xiongba happily, and said.
"Actually, I have lost all my martial arts, and I have no way to manage the Tianxiahui. The only thing I want now is to survive, baby, why don't you let me go? How are you?", Xiongba, after a moment of silence, begged for mercy from the two dolls.
Three points to vitality!
Hearing this name, the faces of the two dolls became serious. As a member of the Tianxiahui, no one knows how powerful Xiongba is, and is he willing to give three points of the vitality to himself
The two dolls looked at each other, although they didn't think this was Xiong Ba's behavior at all, but now, it's not wrong for him to lose all his martial arts, are they afraid that he will play other tricks
Take Xiongba back, kill him to stand up, and seek the position of the leader of the Tianxiahui, this is the idea of the two dolls, but if Xiongba is willing to take out the three points of the vitality, it is better to deceive the three points of the vitality first , It's not too late to kill him
Thinking of this, the two dolls felt a little excited, but the Yu Wei that had dominated Xiongba for many years was still there, and the two dolls still didn't dare to let go of Xiongba, and asked, "Where is the secret of the three-point return to vitality? Tell us, we Take it yourself".
"Hey, in the face of a cripple who has lost all his martial arts, you are all so timid, how can you make the world flourish in the future?", Xiong Ba, who seemed to have completely let go of his power, sighed helplessly, and said to the two dolls: "Forget it, since you guys are not willing to let go of my words, then I'll just tell you. Naturally, I keep the magical secrets such as three-point return to vitality next to my body, right on my chest."
"You go and get it", even though Xiongba was tied up, the two dolls were still a little apprehensive to take something from his chest, and hesitated for a while, one of them opened his mouth to signal, the other nodded, and gently pressed his palm on Xiongba's chest touched it.
Sure enough, there was a book on Xiongba's chest.
Excited in my heart, I reached directly into the skirt of my clothes and touched a book, but just as I was about to pull my hand back, suddenly, my palm seemed to be stuck and I couldn't pull it back at all. Moreover, the power in my body , was sucked into Xiongba's body like a flood that broke a dike.
This doll looked horrified, and the crazy loss of internal energy made her go limp all over. Seeing this movement froze, the other doll felt something was wrong and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you? What happened?".
Taking a closer look and seeing her sister's face, the doll turned pale with fright, and hastily stretched out her hand to pull her, but when her palm touched her sister, the internal force in her body also flowed out like a flood...
Xiongba, squinting his eyes, was running the Beiming Divine Art with all his strength, only felt the internal energy pouring in from the sea of qi in his chest, this feeling of full internal energy made Xiongba feel unprecedentedly comfortable.
After half a cup of tea, Xiongba's internal strength shook, and he broke the rope on his body, jumped up, looked at the two dolls who had fallen limply to the ground, with a smile on his face.
"In the world...there is actually a magical art that can absorb the internal energy of others...Xiong...Banglor Xiong...forgive me", the two dolls lost all their internal energy and fell to the ground, beggingly looking at Xiongba.
"Baby, if you obediently contribute your internal energy to the old man, the old man may still spare your lives, but you are trying to kill me and take the position of my leader, you know what happens to those who betray me Is it?", Xiong Ba, he laughed, and immediately without any politeness, he slapped the dolls' heads with two palms, directly shattering their skulls.
The sky was twilight, and Duanlang leaned against a tree trunk to rest. After a night's rest, the injuries in his body have stabilized a little, but it is still difficult to recover. Ninjutsu practice is not martial arts after all. Chakra But it does not have the effect of internal function regulating pranayama and internal injury.
This night, Duanlang's thoughts were also very chaotic. Thinking of how he and Nie Feng had been together for more than a year, he felt very reluctant to leave this time. After all, Nie Feng is his senior brother, and even more so. The only companion, besides him, I seem to have no friends.
However, thinking of Aunt Yan, Duanlang sighed secretly again, and did not regret his decision to leave.
Speaking of which, why did I get hurt tonight? I don't have any enmity with Xiongba, I don't care about myself, rushing out desperately, isn't it to avenge their mother and son? But what about the result? He chased him out, and was almost killed by the masters of the Tiandihui. When he got home, Nie Feng and his son were still at home, and they didn't go out to help him at all.
I took revenge for them regardless of my life, got injured all over, and barely escaped back. They were lucky, they stayed at home and didn't go out. Whoever it is, will feel bad, right
After getting along for more than a year, Duanlang is still very clear about the character of his senior brother Feng. He will definitely go out to help him, but why didn't he go? Duanlang, who returned home, also saw that Nie Feng was stopped by Aunt Yan.
Although Duanlang didn't hate Nie Feng, he felt chilly, so he decided to leave. Duanlang didn't want to meet with things like today, let alone be killed by Aunt Yan someday. Lang also felt that it was no good for Nie Feng to follow Aunt Yan, but Nie Feng refused to leave, and there was nothing he could do.
"Son, why are you alone outside?" Just as Duanlang was leaning on the trunk of the tree and dozed off, with a lot of thoughts, a slightly hunched figure came over, stopped under the tree of Duanlang, and spoke asked.
Duanlang opened his eyes and looked at the person standing under his tree without saying a word. Although Duanlang didn't feel any danger from this person, Duanlang didn't like the look in this person's eyes.
how to say? This is a look that seems to see through everything. In front of him, he seems to have no secrets to speak of.
Duanlang is young, only seven or eight years old, but both his expression and his eyes are very mature, like an adult, Duanlang is looking at each other, this figure is actually looking at Duanlang, his eyes With a deep appreciation, he nodded appreciatively.
"My child, I am the number one fortune teller in the world, Ni Bodhisattva, would you like me to give you a divination?" Looking at Duanlang admiringly, Ni Bodhisattva asked.
"A fortune teller?" Duan Lang frowned, then shook his head immediately, waiting for his immature voice to be very assertive, and said, "No, I don't believe in these things, I only believe in my own strength."
After leaving such a sentence, Duanlang leaped, endured his injuries, jumped among the tree trunks, and disappeared in front of the mud bodhisattva in a short time.
"The world is full of storms, the world is full of turbulent waves, and the world in the future will really be magnificent. Forget it, I will also keep this remnant body, so let's take a good look at the wonderful future." The mud bodhisattva looked at the figure that broke the waves and left , muttering in a low voice.
While speaking, facing the east, the sun of dawn tore through the night, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
On Dongying's side, it has been half a month since Dongfang Yu set up the arena here. In the first few days, many people would come to challenge, but after the end, the number of people who came was less and less, but Dongfang Yu's reputation, But it is getting bigger and bigger.
Until now, I have never met anyone who can resist Dongfang Yu's move. In addition to martial arts, Dongfang Yu's ninjutsu has caused a huge shocking effect.
Today, Dongfang Yu sat cross-legged on the arena, and the arena was moved to the back. Although the number of people who dared to come up to challenge became stronger and stronger, there were fewer and fewer people. Dongfang Yu waited for three days this time, and no one dared to challenge again. up.
Finally, on this day, a group of warriors appeared, and in the middle was an extremely luxurious carriage, on which sat a man in his early thirties, exuding a steel-like aura from his whole body. So stop in front of Dongfang Yu's arena.
"This is the person from Wushenjuegong!", among the many onlookers, someone exclaimed in a low voice.
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