I stood still and couldn't bear it after three punches. He took off his shirt and pointed at me: Come out!
I said I won't go out.
You come out!
I won't go out!
Guo Sanquan pointed at my nose and cursed: You have the ability to hide in Hidden Sword Villa for the rest of your life, otherwise I won't let you leave Yangzhou alive!
Are you threatening me? The thing I hate most in my life is that someone threatens me!
The last time I was outside of Yangzhou City, I almost vomited blood when this guy punched me three times. At that time, you were a Grade 4 master and I couldn't beat you, but today is different. I am no longer Wu Xia Amen back then. I have a senior! Today, if I don’t hold you down, I am sorry for my master.
Without Wanjianheshan, that thing has entered hibernation after my meridian was broken.
Without half an inch of mountains and rivers, the Great Zhou Dynasty is not smooth, although there are still fifth and sixth rank strengths, it is not a wise move to fight the internal strength with the three punches.
I used the slap magical skill evolved from the Dugu Nine Swords, with Ling Bo's microsteps, avoiding a face-to-face punch, and slapped it smoothly.
After experiencing the pseudo-first-grade realm twice, I have become more adept at the operation and grasp of the true qi. Once I have that level of insight and experience, I am more confident in the use of internal force; secondly, I have played several battles with super masters. The experience I came here was something I couldn't get through hard training in the early morning.
After three punches, I obviously didn't expect my martial arts to have made such a big improvement during this period of time. When I came up, I was beaten in the face. He became angry with anger. Two fists attacked me like raindrops, and I didn't try hard, relying on flexible footsteps to deal with it, and when I discovered that there were loopholes in his moves, I slapped him.
This is different from the competition that chased and killed Ji Junbi that night. Now that I have played three punches like a monkey in front of Yangzhou martial arts heroes, how can I not be in a hurry
Suddenly I fell into a passive situation, parried all the way, and dodged with Ling Bo's microsteps. It seems that you can't despise any master. Even if the son was killed by three punches outside of Yangzhou last time, this kind of desperate posture was useless. After being humiliated by me for a few slaps, he was about to fight me desperately.
The disciples of Shenquanmen cheered loudly, clearly forgetting that they were slapped one by one by me just now.
The head of the Qishang Fist has improved again, and the fist wind has the meaning of wind and thunder.
The master's martial arts is the best in Yangzhou, how can such a little underachiever compare
Seven wound punches? A thought flashed in my heart, isn't this set of boxing the unique skills of the grandson of the Golden Retriever Chow Chow King Xie, injuring one thousand enemies and 700 self-defying. Although this set of boxing techniques is fierce, it has great side effects on the martial arts practitioners themselves, and even some masters practiced them before they even waited for the martial arts competition to mutilate themselves. Therefore, the martial arts conference long ago included Qishangquan in the list of prohibited martial arts.
Liu Qingfeng said: I don't know who is more powerful compared to the Huainan Liu Gang leader in Qishangquan
The disciple of the Shenquan Sect said: Of course, it was the leader. Our leader once said that the Liu Gang leader would get down in minutes.
I glanced over there and saw Huainan Gang Liu Tiannan's face pale.
One punch, two punches, three punches, and a few punches in one breath. Fortunately, I have Lingbo microsteps.
After more than a dozen punches, I struggled with the seven wound punches, and suddenly felt that the strength of the three punches was getting weaker, and I vomited a mouthful of blood. He suffered a fist attack with seven injuries, and I could no longer support him before he hit him.
Liu Qingfeng said that these seven wounded punches had beaten himself to a disability. I wonder if it will leave a psychological shadow. Seeing Liu Tiannan playing the abacus on the side, Liu Qingfeng said again: Gangmaster Liu, you are abacus, why don't you help me ask for the shadow area in the head of the head
In fact, I have nothing to do with the three punches. I didn't kill his son. At most, I gave him a few slaps today and he couldn't fall behind. Walking in the arena is not easy to make too many enemies. Thinking of this, I took out a pill of Liuwei Dihuang from my arms.
After passing the head, I told you to give you a Liuwei Dihuang pill last time, but I didn't have time to leave, so I don't want to push it away this time. In fact, there is no deep hatred between us.
After three punches and a cold snort, you know the little witch who killed my son, just rush to this point, and you and I will hate you two times a day, three rivers and four seas.
I thought that this guy could not be saved, and I kindly encouraged me: I understand the pain of losing your child after passing the head, but you can’t come back from death. Money to see a psychiatrist. The Qingling Daoist of the Qingcheng School has also lost his beloved son recently. Why don't you write more letters and exchanges. I heard that he has joined the elderly bereaved mutual aid group, and the effect is good.
After Guo Sanquan left the Tibetan Sword Villa with the support of the disciples of Shenquan Sect, Liu Qingfeng sneered at the back, Shenquan Sect? The god dog gate is almost the same!
Liu Tiannan saw that Senior Brother Meng never mentioned the sword, but he couldn't help it. They are all mixed in the Jiangnan martial arts, and naturally they will not be an enemy of a sword and the Tibetan Sword Villa, unless this sword has the ability to pass the sky and destroy the earth.
Brother Meng welcomed the others into the front hall and ordered the disciples to watch tea.
The leader of the Cao Gang, Cheng Huaixiu, and a number of hall masters were killed by Tianshan Children's Milk, leaving the large industry unattended, and they will definitely be targeted. Originally, water transportation was a shortage of fertility, and Yangzhou was also a distribution center in the north and south, and it was even more prosperous.
The reason why the Cao Gang can be mixed is that the backer behind it is the prefect of Lu, Yangzhou. Now that the Cao Gang has been destroyed, several forces in the arena have stepped in, wanting to get a share of the pie.
This kind of privacy is naturally inconvenient for me to listen to, so I took Xiao Meng out for a stroll. Meng Huan and Xuan Ming were looking at the new sword, full of pride. I went up and said, congratulations, little nephew, for making a peerless soldier!
Xuan Ming is about the same age as me. I was not pleasing to my eyes. He was even more upset when I called him a nephew, a strange yin and yang said: Xiao Shishu, your martial arts is so low, you can cause trouble when you walk in the rivers and lakes. Don’t you be afraid of embarrassing Master.
No problem, I have a thicker skin, and the master has a thicker skin than me. As long as I have a life left, it doesn't matter what shame or shame.
Meng Huan asked: I heard that you fought for Murong Qiushui, the No. 1 beauty of martial arts in Murong Mountain Villa. You cut down 10,000 mu of peach blossoms with one sword and defeated Nangong Festival Exercises. But what happened
I sighed and said nothing.
Meng Huan also said that if a man could do this for me, even if my father objected, I would follow him.
Xuan Ming said, it is estimated that it is a good deed. I don't think Xiaosheng has ever reported on it. If he really has such skills, it will be so difficult to fight with three punches. Besides, who is Murong Qiushui, and how can he fall in love with him
I was so pissed off by him, because you are a junior, I don't know much about you.
Meng Huan said that he wanted to name this sword, and Xuan Ming said several names. The Blood Drinking Sword and the Infinite Blade were all rejected by Meng Huan.
I said it would be better to name it from Meng Huan and Meng You. The Tibetan Sword Villa is located in the west of Yangzhou City, so it is called Fantasy Westward Journey.
Xiao Mengyou clapped his hands, the name sounds nice. I laughed, picked her up and kissed her.
At this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared, and a dozen dark green children called to a few of us. I was the closest to Meng You and quickly stood by Meng You. While we were evading, a black-clothed man with a ghostly figure, as fast as lightning, rushed over, intending to seize the sword.
Meng Huan was raided and did not respond, and the sword was robbed. Xuan Ming was furious, and slapped the man in black, only to see the man in black drifting away with the help of Xuan Ming's inner strength.
With the strength of the third rank of Meng Huan and Xuan Ming, this man in black seized the sword, dodged, and escaped in one go. It took only a few breaths of time. Xuan Ming didn't even think about it, showed light work, and followed.
This man in black was the one who betrayed the Demon Cult and stole the Soul Devouring Orb on the night of Xunlou.
Brother Meng didn't get angry when he heard the news. I changed it to who it was. I worked hard for three months and used thousands of famous swords to exchange for a sword. It was snatched from the furnace and would be furious, but Brother Meng didn’t. He just asked about the situation and said. , It's a pity, I haven't had time to engrave the logo of the Tibetan Sword Villa.
I said, don’t you feel bad, brother
Senior Brother Meng smiled, what is my distress? Didn’t Master tell you
Say what
He asked me to cast that sword for you. Since he taught you about half an inch of rivers and mountains, he wrote to me and asked me to cast a sword for you, saying that your martial arts is too bad and you don’t have a sword by your side. Be careful to be slaughtered.
My heart is dripping blood! Why didn't you say it earlier? If you know that it is my sword, I have to protect it even if I desperately die.
Liu Qingfeng said, if you look at the opening point, it is assumed that it has never happened, and it is not bad to change it.
I think that sword is a bit weird. It will be greatly increased by other people's internal force. I am the only one who feels dizzy, as if the true energy in my body and the sword spirit in the sword are mutually exclusive, which makes me very confused.
After a short while, the village disciples came to report, saying that Xuan Ming had asked someone to find the sword, and would not take it back for a day, and would not return to the villa for a day.
Brother Meng was not angry when he lost the sword, but Xuan Ming's departure from Zhuang Duobao made him angry: the kid had long wanted to go to the rivers and lakes, found a cause for trouble, and ran away without saying anything, huh, take care of him, stop him during this time When he comes back, he will be relieved of his position as the technical director of the sword building.
Stayed at Zhujian Villa for another two days, asking for martial arts with senior brothers, and playing with Meng You.
At the end of April, it was early summer in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather turned hot. We said goodbye to Tibetan Sword Villa. When I came to Jiangnan to see her, she was willing to let go of the little hand that was holding my sleeve.
Liu Qingfeng got a new sword named Lu Long, ranked ninety in the world of swords, and was extremely excited. The big brother wanted to give me a sword, but I refused. Before leaving, he borrowed a horse.
Since the First World War in the South of the Yangtze River, my meridians have been damaged, and I have been trying to get through it again with the meaning of half an inch of rivers and mountains. Although it was in vain, I have deepened my use and understanding of the true essence a lot.
I parted with Liu Qingfeng in Xuzhou. He drove the carriage back to the capital, while I drove to Jinan Prefecture.