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- Chapter 50 Iron Fist
Protector Zhang looked on, feeling dazzled.
The sword was inserted into Elder Song's chest. Pan Ho and the others hesitated for a long time, and finally decided that they could not draw the sword, otherwise, they might die on the spot.
But if the sword was allowed to stick there, it would probably be fatal soon, so Pan Hong personally took a boat to Guanyun Island, and Protector Zhang stayed to protect him.
Protector Zhang stood guard by his bedside, watching Elder Song unconscious with a long sword in his body, anxious in his heart, and his days were like years.
But time passed extremely slowly, like a snail crawling, it was unbearable, it was a kind of torture, and his hair was about to turn gray.
While he was anxious, he was also worried about whether Xiao Yuesheng could really heal such a serious injury.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiao Yuesheng appeared, after some fingering, he pulled out the sword. It was as easy as pulling out a fish bone. There was almost no bleeding. It was not like the blood splattered seven feet away like a spring, as he imagined. stop.
Although he admired him, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He felt that he was wasting his time. He was so much older than him, but his martial arts skills were so inferior.
"Elder Song will almost wake up in half an hour." Xiao Yuesheng turned around, smiled, and said to Protector Zhang.
Protector Zhang looked grateful and sighed: "If it hadn't been for Mr. Xiao, Elder Song would have been doomed this time!"
Although he did not get along with Elder Song, because Elder Song had an eccentric temperament and ignored everyone. Even when Protector Cheng approached him to talk to him, he was always in a quarrel with him, which made them angry, but he had no hatred. When faced with life and death, he showed concern instead. abnormal.
"Everyone has his or her own destiny, so there is no need to thank me." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, said goodbye and left, returning to Hanzhai to practice the Nine Turns of Changing Tendons technique.
There is an open space in the bamboo forest in Hanzhai for martial arts training.
The surroundings are straight and straight. With the light wind rang, the bamboo leaves are spoken, the green is moving, and the mood is quiet.
His body turned, and his arms moved slowly, as if in slow motion, a bit slower than Tai Chi.
If someone came close to watch, they would notice that his pores were opening and closing, just like the opening and closing of a human mouth, moving with his breathing, and a low muffled roar vibrated in his chest, like a tiger roaring or a dragon roaring. Yin, trapped in it, vigorous and moving.
With his slow movements, the muffled whistling sound became louder and louder, rising higher and higher, like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping, a flying dragon rising into the sky, the whistling sound like waves, hitting the sky and covering the earth, the bamboo leaves rustling down, floating into the distance, forming a A faint circle.
Fortunately, he set up a formation in the bamboo forest to isolate the sound and prevent outsiders from hearing it. Otherwise, it would be shocking and people would think of him as a monster.
He moved for a moment, then suddenly stopped, and the frightening howling sound stopped abruptly, just like when lightning and thunder were thundering, and heavy rain was pouring down. Suddenly, the sky suddenly cleared up, and the sun shone brightly. The change was so fast that it made people feel sad. People are caught off guard, extremely unexpected.
His body seemed to expand suddenly, like a balloon inflating, and the hairs all over his body stood up like sharp arrows. He exhaled and inhaled for a long time, but his exhalation was like a dragon's roar, and his inhalation was like wind and thunder, and the sound was louder.
After a long time and more than a dozen breaths, the pores all over his body suddenly closed, and the breathing was silent again. Only the chest and abdomen rose and fell, and the whole person floated slowly, as if there was an invisible rope hanging above his head, lifting him up.
With his body one foot off the ground, he moved his hands and feet again and performed the Nine Turns Yijin Jue, as if he was floating in the water. After finishing it once, he landed again and slowly fell, like a floating feather.
The slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The Nine Turns Yijin Jue finally broke through the second level, reached the third level, and began to strengthen the bones.
He felt that half a day had passed in just the blink of an eye. When he looked up at the sky, the sun had set and the twilight was gentle.
Walking out of Hanzhai, I saw a young man standing outside, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a simple and honest face, and a silly smile.
Seeing Xiao Yuesheng coming out, the young man hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Mr. Xiao, the gang leader has returned."
" Xiao Yuesheng nodded and glanced at him. This young man was young. He seemed to be honest and honest. He was a silly boy, but his internal strength was quite good. He should be a very diligent practitioner.
He couldn¡¯t help but shake his head and smile. His eldest brother is really a careful person. He must think that he practices hard and likes such people.
He just glanced at the young man, but without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the hall. He had already found Pan Hou's location.
The nine -turning ethical tactics entered the third floor, and the spirit of the whole person leapt a level. The Yuan Shenxiu has increased, and the situation of the entire total altar has been clearly emerged.
"The Heavenly Thunder Technique has been separated from the scope of martial arts. It is a dual cultivation of life and life. When practicing the martial arts, it is practiced at the same time.Practicing Yuan Shen, and besides, he had achieved enlightenment with Yuan Shen in his previous life, and he recovered very quickly.
Seeing that Xiao Yuesheng didn't even look at him, the young man couldn't help but feel disappointed, and hurriedly followed him. He admired this Mr. Xiao very much.
But he tightened his pace and later turned into a trot. He still couldn't keep up with Xiao Yuesheng's slow pace. Instead, he fell further and further behind, and finally he couldn't be seen.
Xiao Yuesheng used the technique of shrinking the ground to an inch, and in a few steps, he had reached the hall.
In the hall, the lights were brightly lit, Pan Hou was drinking happily from a big bowl, and the sound of laughter could be heard from time to time.
Under the steps, all the hall masters gathered together, including Protector Cheng and Protector Zhang. Elder Song had already fallen asleep to rest because of his serious injury.
Elder Song was safe and sound, and Pan Hou was overjoyed.
I originally went to ask for help from my sworn brother, but I didn't have much hope. After all, it was so far away. By the time I invited someone, Elder Song might have died of anger. Unexpectedly, a dead horse was treated like a living horse. It was actually cured.
To Pan Hou, Elder Song is like a father, always by his side and protecting him. Only when he leaves the main altar and needs someone to guard the gang, Elder Song will be left behind.
This time, if Elder Song hadn¡¯t blocked the sword that stabbed him, he would have been drinking in the underworld.
"Brother, you're here!" When Pan Hou saw Xiao Yuesheng come in, he hurriedly stood up from the Grand Master's chair, strode down the steps, came to Xiao Yuesheng, and slapped his shoulder hard with a big palm like a cattail leaf fan.
The rest of the people also put down their wine bowls and stood up one after another, clasping their fists in greeting.
Xiao Yuesheng accepted his slap calmly, shook his head with a wry smile, cupped his fists and said to everyone: "No need to be polite."
Pan Hou did not return to the Grand Master's chair. Instead, he pulled Xiao Yuesheng and sat on the chair next to him. He chuckled and said, "Brother, this time, I accept your love again!"
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, picked up the big bowl with his right hand, took a sip, drank a large portion, stretched out his hand to wipe the wine stains, shook his head and said: "Why are you being polite to me!"
"Haha, yes, then I won't be polite!" Pan Hou smiled, laughed loudly, picked up the big bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.
Xiao Yuesheng swept through the crowd and found that Sun Zizhen and Wang Chengzu of Qinglong Hall had disappeared. Knowing that they had been restrained by Pan Hou, he did not ask any more questions. He raised a large bowl and said to everyone: "Everyone, because of my relationship, everyone has been implicated." Son, I feel really guilty!"
"Mr. Xiao, please don't say that!" Everyone shook their heads and waved their hands.
" Xiao Yuesheng is the sworn brother of the leader of the Changsha Gang. This news spread in the martial arts world, so the Changsha Gang has been quite uneasy for a while, and has been attacked from time to time.
However, this news is not all harmful but a double-edged sword. It not only brings about sneak attacks, but also greatly increases the reputation. The gangs who were originally ready to deal with the Changsha Gang have completely stopped and dare not act rashly again.
The Changsha Gang became famous, and many masters came to join them. Suddenly, they were trapped in fire and ice, and the taste was complicated and unspeakable.
Because Elder Song was fine, they were all happy, so they opened their minds, opened their stomachs, and ate and drank to their heart's content.
From the beginning of the lanterns until midnight, the hall was brightly lit, with the sounds of drinking and fistfighting, noises and arguments, laughter and shouting, all kinds of sounds mixed together, creating a commotion that filled the sky.
Amid the noise, the aroma of wine floated leisurely, and the aroma of meat and coriander wafted everywhere, making the gang members guarding outside salivate.
Pan Hou drank a lot, and was in a cheerful mood. After a few bowls, not only did he not appear drunk, but he was in high spirits, his eyes were bright, and he was more energetic.
The rest of the hall masters often drank with Pan Hou, and their drinking capacity was also trained. Therefore, not one of them got drunk until now, which made Xiao Yuesheng quite impressed.
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He opened his mind and had a big drink, and everyone was applauded.
While he was enjoying himself, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a man fell in with blood at the corner of his mouth. He fell to the ground and landed in the center of the hall.
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He is a middle-aged man, short and thin, as dry as a tree, with ordinary appearance. His dry lips are bright red, but they are stained with blood.
He fell down in the middle of the hall and vomited another mouthful of blood. He struggled a little, but couldn't get up, so he stopped trying in vain. He tried to breathe hard, raised his head hard, looked up at Pan Hong who was standing in front of him, his lips parted,He shouted in a hissing voice: "Gang Gang leader, someone is breaking into the altar!"
People only felt a green shadow flash in front of their eyes, but it was Xiao Yuesheng who appeared next to him, pressing his palm on the back of the person on the ground.
The man¡¯s eyes lit up, and his gaze, which was originally as dim as a silkworm lantern, returned to the brightness of a candle. His voice became calmer and he said, ¡°People have broken into the inner courtyard!¡±
"Have you already broken into the inner courtyard?!" Pan Hou asked loudly, a little angry.
The man nodded, his breath became smoother, his gray face gradually became rosy, and his voice became louder and louder, he said: "Brothers are outnumbered, please help the leader to rescue us quickly!"
"Damn it, someone is here to die again!" Pan Hou stomped his feet and cursed hatefully. This happened more than once, which made him deeply hate those who broke into his circle.
After saying that, he turned around and flicked his arm: "Brothers, copy the guy, go deal with that daring guy!"
Everyone was also angry after hearing this, and emboldened by the alcohol, they put down their wine bowls without hesitation, stood up, grabbed their weapons, and ran outside with Pan roaring.
The hall was deserted for a while, with only the aroma of wine and vegetables lingering.
"How many people are there?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly without moving, using his palm force to move gently.
The man turned around with a look of gratitude in his eyes. He could feel a warm current flowing into his body, washing his injured internal organs like a hot spring. His life was finally saved.
He hurriedly replied: "There is only one big guy!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, took his hands off his vest, patted his shoulders, and said warmly: "Lie here, don't move, and adjust your breathing."
The man nodded vigorously and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for saving your life."
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and smiled, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
He arrived first, stepped out in two steps, passed the crowd, followed Pan Hou, and flashed directly at the door of the inner hall.
The main altar of the Changsha Gang is divided into two floors. The outer layer is the outer hall, which is where the disciples usually conduct their activities. The inner layer is the inner hall. Only some senior officials can enter. From the outside, there is nothing visible. The difference is just a gap across the hospital.
At the right time, figures floated and rolled in the inner hall, and screams were made from time to time. The sound cut through the night sky, which was horrifying.
The lanterns here have been extinguished, and several people are holding torches, illuminating the place brightly. The tall figure in the field is extremely conspicuous, like a chicken standing out from the crowd.
Xiao Yuesheng took Pan Hou and arrived in a blink of an eye, taking in the scene inside the venue.
The tall man was surrounded by ten people. He was undefeated with his bare hands and his agility was incompatible with his tall stature. On the contrary, the besieging Changsha gang members let out screams from time to time and retreated injured. Another person arrived.
The man¡¯s hand was wearing an iron gauntlet, which glowed faintly red under the light of the torch. The gauntlet was densely packed with iron thorns, giving off an inexplicable coldness.
This iron fist sheath is invulnerable. From time to time, it hits the sword, sparks burst out, and it makes a clear sound. If it hits a person, the iron will pierce the flesh, which is terrible.
He has agile movements and a ruthless iron fist. Surrounded by so many people, he looks like a cat playing with a mouse, with a faint sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that another member of the gang was hit on the wrist, he let out a scream and dropped his long sword to the ground. He hurriedly stepped back, and another person swung his sword against him. Pan Hou couldn't help but shouted: "Stop!"
Hearing the gang leader¡¯s shout, the gang members withdrew their swords one after another, took a step back, and stared closely at the man with the iron fist to prevent him from hurting anyone.
Even though they were brave and looked at this man with burning eyes, there was also a hint of fear. This man was really vicious. Every punch hit the vital part, such as the wrist. Even if the injured brother recovered from his injuries, he might never be able to do it again. It¡¯s hard to swing the sword!
The man did not attack. He stopped as he was told and stared coldly at the people around him. Surrounded by so many people, he showed no fear at all. Instead, he had a sneer on his lips, as if he was disdainful.
Xiao Yuesheng flashed and appeared next to the injured gang members. He checked their injuries one by one, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, handed it to them, and ordered them to apply medicine immediately to avoid future troubles.
"Who are you and why did you break into our Changsha Gang?!" Pan Hou shouted angrily and asked loudly, while sizing this person up.
This man is tall and Pan Houling has his name. He has a rectangular face, a very conspicuous aquiline nose, and dark and cold eyes. The person being stared at will feel uncomfortable all over, as if he is being stared at by an eagle. Staring in general.
"Song Wuwei!" the tall man replied coldly, glanced at the hall masters who were running over, and snorted: "You are Pan Hou.? "
"It's Pan!" Pan Hou snorted coldly, not giving him a good look. If he didn't want to ask clearly, he would have started fighting.
"According to rumors, you and Xiao Yihan are sworn brothers?!" Song Wuwei stared at him coldly, with a faint smile in his gloomy eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a sarcastic smile.
Pan Hou sighed in his heart, as expected, he couldn't help but feel upset, his anger welled up, and he shouted loudly: "That's right! Why, you want to find my brother too?!"
Song Wuwei glanced at him, as if disdainfully, and said lightly: "Xiao Yihan ruined my brother's martial arts and came here to settle a score with him!"
"If you have the guts, you're going to find my brother, why did you come here?!" Pan shouted angrily, looking at the gangsters covering their wrists, the anger in his heart became more and more intense.
"You're looking for me?!" Xiao Yuesheng flashed and appeared in front of him, his face as dark as water, looking at him coldly.
Song Wuwei's heart trembled, his body tensed, but his face remained unchanged, and his tone was calm: "Are you Xiao Yihan?!"
"I'm Xiao Yihan!" Xiao Yuesheng said in a deep voice. He glanced at everyone, landed on Song Wuwei's face, and said solemnly: "You are so brave!"
"Hmph, others are afraid of you, but I, Song Wuwei, am not afraid!" Song Wuwei felt his breath suffocated, as if the air around him had become thicker, and his internal strength was also sluggish. He was shocked, but he still replied calmly.
His name is Song Wuwei, and he has the same personality. There is a crazy factor surging in his body. He never cares about the consequences of doing things. When he practices, he is also extremely crazy. He doesn't care about his body and has practiced a high level of thirteen. Taibao Heng practices kung fu and has a pair of iron fists.
He usually only likes to practice martial arts and abuses his body crazily. He rarely leaves home and rarely appears in the martial arts world. Therefore, people only know his younger brother Zimu Jian Song Pingshan, but they don¡¯t know the name Song Wuwei. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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