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Volume Three: Smiling Proud Chapter 153: Be Kind

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    Chapter 153: Be kind

    "Do it!" Lao San shouted, and he jumped out, spreading his fingers, and grabbed the big hole on Monk Juekong's vest.

    "Miss Jiang, I'm offended!" The boss looked apologetic and struck out with a palm. The palm of his hand was white as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the cold air flowed faintly.

    Jiang Nanyun ducked away from his palm and snorted: "What three heroes from Lingnan? Such appearance is really disappointing!"

    The boss's face seemed to be ashamed, and he struck harder. He struck out with his right palm and followed it with his left palm. His body movements were erratic, sometimes in front and suddenly behind, which was unpredictable.

    Jiang Nanyun was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the three inconspicuous people were actually rare masters, but they were not well-known. They were far from being comparable to ordinary masters.

    She glanced at Monk Juekong who was not far away. Juekong was fighting against two people alone, but the boxing technique he used turned into Shaolin's eighteen dozen punches.

    Although she is not proficient in the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School, she can see through them at a glance. Her teacher Xiao Yuesheng once practiced them carefully with her. She has a photographic memory. Although she has not practiced, she knows the context and can decipher them easily.  Not difficult.

    This set of captures can be used for eighteen dozen times. It is short and powerful, with slight movements. It can move around within a few inches, showing its exquisiteness.

    He suffered internal injuries. The Luohan Fist was too masculine and powerful, and its power was greatly reduced when used. His internal strength was also beyond his means, and it was far inferior to capturing eighteen dozen people.

    The emphasis in Capturing Eighteen Strikes is to use subtle moves to defeat the enemy with skill rather than force. Monk Juekong used it as if his hands were all over his body, omnipresent. For a moment, he withstood the two men's attacks without falling behind.

    Jiang Nanyun sighed in his heart, this little monk is not amazing in appearance, but he is a master. He can perform the eighteen grabbing skills so exquisitely, even a master who has been immersed in it for decades can only do this.

    With such amazing talent and beauty, even if I compare with it, it is not much better.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? the palms and arms interlocked, the collision was violent, the blood boiled when hearing it. Monk Juekong¡¯s moves were still exquisite, but his face became paler, obviously his injuries were aggravated.

    Jiang Nanyun glanced at her, but still did not help. Opposite her, the Sanying boss had erratic movements and sharp but feminine palms. It seemed that his palms were holding two pieces of ice, which was so cold and threatening.

    In the Jade Xu Jue, there is peace, yin and yang complement each other, and the strange and the positive alternate. Every time the two of them hold hands, a cold inner force suddenly pours into the body. The Jade Xu Jue speeds up instantly, wrapping this group of cold air and running in the body.  Zhou Tian then refined it.

    Jiang Nanyun felt awe-struck in his heart, secretly sighing that this person was extraordinary. If anyone else had been attacked by this cold air, his internal strength would have become stagnant, his whole body would have become colder and colder, his blood would have become sluggish, and he would have been hit unknowingly.

    "How did this young master offend you and actually want to kill people and silence him?!" Jiang Nanyun took the opponent's palm forcefully, stepped back, and asked in a sweet voice.

    "He's meddling in other people's business, so he can't blame us." Sanying's boss shook his head and sighed, with a trace of unbearable expression on his square face. He rubbed his body, stretched out both palms, and covered the big hole in her chest.

    Jiang Nanyun sneered: "He is a monk and is compassionate. He must have seen injustices. Are you doing evil things?!"

    "Young lady, you misunderstood, am I the one who did evil things?!" The boss shook his head, his palms suddenly accelerated, and a cold air rushed towards Jiang Nanyun.

    Jiangnan Yunlian stepped on it lightly, and with a slight twist, she instantly came to his left side. Her white jade-like palm reached out and lightly hit his left rib.

    He stepped back to the left, avoiding the jade palm, circled his left hand, turned the palm into a fist, and punched out with a roar, facing Jiang Nanyun's right palm.

    Dai Mei raised her eyebrows. Jiang Nanyun's right palm did not change, but it was a little slower. It seemed that there was no strength at all, and it collided with his left fist.

    With a "bang" sound, he took a step back, rubbing his left fist with his right hand, his face was surprised, and he looked up at Jiang Nanyun, his expression full of confusion.

    He has strong internal energy, which is unique and mysterious, extremely sinister, and powerful, which is difficult for ordinary people to match.

    He had an unexpected encounter, fell into a dry well and ate a century-old Ganoderma lucidum, which resulted in him developing such cold internal power.

    The other two Lingnan Three Heroes were all victorious with swordsmanship, but he was the only one with powerful palm power who took the lead among the Three Heroes.

    "Good skills!" Jiang Nanyun hummed lightly, his figure swayed, and his delicate body, carrying a gust of fragrant wind, appeared in front of him in an instant, and slowly pushed out his right palm.

    She was as fast as lightning, but her moves were as slow as a tortoise. The contrast was so great that Monk Juekong and the other two people not far away could not help but watch distractedly.

    As she pushed forward, her white jade-like right palm gradually changed color. Every time she pushed out, it became whiter. When she arrived in front of him, it was no different from white jade, warm and crystal clear, with a faint flowing light, and a faint Qinghua-like appearance.  It is clear water that generally flows under the skin.

    "Drink!" the elder of Sanying Middle SchoolThe big lady looked solemn, but she was not willing to show weakness in front of such a beautiful woman. She shouted in a deep voice and pushed out her right palm. The movement of the palm was slow and concentrated, like pushing a huge boulder.

    The palm of his right palm was pale, as if covered with a layer of frost. As the right palm was pushed out, the white frost on the palm became thicker and thicker. In the end, the flesh color of the palm was no longer visible, and the entire palm was covered with a layer of white frost, which seemed to be formed by  Made of snow.

    One is as white as jade, and the other is as white as snow. When the two palms meet, the "snap" sound is as crisp as a slap in the face.

    Jiangnan Yun's delicate body floated, her lotus feet twirled, and her majestic strength was suddenly gone, and she stood facing the wind as if nothing had happened.

    The eldest among the three heroes staggered back two steps as if being struck by electricity. His face was as red as drunkenness. He swayed twice and tried his best to stand. His feet had already stepped into the soil, up to his ankles.

    His face was filled with astonishment and astonishment. He stared blankly for a long time, then he pushed his feet out with force, still staring at Jiang Nanyun in disbelief.

    Jiang Nanyun smiled softly, opened his mouth slightly, and glanced at him indifferently: "You have deep inner strength and are a rare master, but you have fallen to this level. It is so sad!"

    When he spoke, his bright eyes showed a look of compassion, and his head shook slightly.

    "Girl, your internal strength is so profound, I admire you so much!" He exhaled a breath, secretly adjusted his breath, and clasped his fists in admiration.

    Jiang Nanyun pretended not to know his tricks, smiled and passed by, turning to look at Monk Juekong.

    Amidst the crackling sounds, their arms kept intersecting. Monk Juekong's face was as pale as paper, his hands kept moving, and there was no sign of weakness in his movements.

    Jiang Nanyun secretly praised in his heart, his body swayed, suddenly disappeared from where he was, and appeared next to him. He struck out with a light palm and faced the second among the three heroes of Lingnan.

    The second child is tall and strong, like an iron tower, and his palms are like cattail fans. When waving, he does not appear clumsy, but is extremely flexible.

    Seeing Jiang Nanyun suddenly appear, he didn't say much. He closed his mouth tightly and struck out with a big hand like a cattail leaf fan, which seemed to be of great weight.

    Jiang Nanyun's figure floated backwards, in the air, and her small white jade-like hand caught his big hand. The two palms met and no sound came out.

    Jiangnan Yunlian rotated her feet to remove the internal force pouring into her body. She touched her left toes with her right toes, folded her body, moved forward again, and stretched out her jade palms.

    Seeing Jiang Nanyun leave, the boss of Sanying closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breath silently. He didn't care about it, and understood that the top priority was to heal his wounds.

    "Third brother, draw your sword!" The big man exchanged palms with Jiang Nanyun again and shouted.

    "Okay¡ª¡ª!" Lao San agreed loudly, the sword light flashed, the long sword was unsheathed, and it pierced Monk Juekong's heart.

    Monk Juekong was startled. He crouched down and bent his legs to avoid the sword thrust. He rolled like a lazy donkey and out of the range of the sword.

    San Ying's Lao San pounced and stabbed with his sword, not letting him catch his breath.

    When Monk Juekong saw the cold light coming, he rolled again, dodged the tip of the sword, and rolled to a small pine tree. He squatted on the ground, slammed his palms in the middle of the pine tree, and with a click, the small pine tree grew up to his waist.  fold.

    The sword light struck again, and he stood up, swung up half of a small pine tree, swung it hard, and with a roar, he forced Sanying's third child back.

    Monk Juekong used his palm like a knife to cut off the branches. Half of the small pine tree turned into a wooden stick. It looked quite heavy. When it was hit on the body, the tendon of the foot was broken.

    With a stick in his hand, he suddenly became energetic and shouted: "The two almsmen want to kill me, the young monk has no choice but to offend!"

    After that, without waiting for Lao San to attack, he swung his long stick, whistling, and swung it straight towards Lao San. The whistling sound was faint. If the stick hit hard, even if he was made of iron, he would stop him.  Interrupted.

    The third child hurriedly retreated, retracting his long sword, not daring to swipe at its sharp edge. He secretly screamed, "Everything is not going well today. A young monk couldn't take it down. Another stunning beauty appeared, but she had great martial arts skills."  .

    Monk Juekong was not proficient in stick skills, and was still a little inexperienced. Although his moves were extraordinary, they were not subtle or powerful. Fortunately, the stick was long and could not be reached by a long sword. For a while, the old man was helpless.

    Jiang Nanyun glanced into the distance and Xiao Yuesheng raised the white jade cup.

    Seeing the master like this, Jiang Nanyun suddenly sped up, and two phantoms appeared at the same time. The second brother who was fighting with him felt a flash of white light, and it was difficult for his eyes to follow. Then his body shook, and the objects in front of him flew upside down, and the person was already in the air.  gliding.

    After flying ten feet away, he fell to the ground with a bang. His body was so stiff that he couldn't even move a little finger.

    "Second brother!" The third brother shouted with clear eyesight, and rushed forward with his sword across his chest, not wanting Jiang Nanyun to get close.

    Seeing him staring at her, Jiangnan Yun Dai frowned lightly and shouted: "You villains will not be able to bring justice to the world until they are eliminated."??¡±

    "Bah!" Lao San spat disdainfully and sneered: "God has no eyes, so there is no good or evil. I just want to see if there will be any evil retribution for doing bad things!"

    "It's not that I won't retaliate, the time has not yet come!" Jiang Nanyun refuted lightly and coldly snorted: "Your retribution will be today!"

    "You have such a strong tone, little girl!" Lao San shouted angrily, vibrated his long sword, exerted force on his feet, and suddenly rushed towards Jiang Nanyun like an arrow from the string.

    Jiang Nanyun was too lazy to draw the sword, and the tip of the sword was barely allowed to pass by one side of his delicate body.

    The blade of the sword was thrust out against her chest. She looked calm and composed. She flicked her right hand and her index finger hit the spine of the sword.

    There was a "buzz" sound, as if a hornet's nest was suddenly poked, and the trembling sound continued. Lao San felt a huge force coming from the hilt of the sword, and his palm went numb. It was difficult to grasp the long sword, and it fell to the ground with a "pop"  .

    Jiang Nanyun's body swayed and appeared in front of him. He held the orchid finger and flicked it gracefully. The third child suddenly stiffened and stood like a statue.

    She flashed again and suddenly appeared next to the boss. He was adjusting his breath. He was shocked to notice something strange. He opened his eyes quickly and was about to move, but he felt that his body was stiff, his blood was stagnant, and it was difficult to move.

    Jiang Nanyun retracted his slender jade fingers, glanced at the three of them lightly, and snorted coldly.

    "Thank you to the female benefactor for saving me!" Monk Juekong stepped forward, clasped his hands together and bowed.

    Jiang Nanyun turned his head and glanced at his master, and saw that he was leaning against the tree with a smile on his face and had no intention of showing up. He couldn't help but feel annoyed and said to Monk Juekong: "Little master, this is all the master's order, so there is no need to be grateful.  "

    Monk Juekong turned around, saw Xiao Yuesheng, and bowed from a distance: "It turned out to be the donor, Xiao, who saved me. Thank you very much, young monk!"

    "You don't have to be polite, little master!" Xiao Yuesheng stepped in front of him, raised his hand to help him, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the little master's art is so exquisite."

    Monk Juekong titheed with a humble expression and no hint of joy.

    "Whether these three people are killed or retained depends entirely on the young master's words!" Xiao Yuesheng pointed at the trembling three people.

    "Amitabha" Monk Juekong proclaimed the Buddha's name in a long voice, his eyes calm and gentle, covering the four of them.

    "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately," Monk Juekong said slowly, looking at the four people with soft eyes: "Let them live and let them change their ways and become good."

    Xiao Yuesheng winked at Jiang Nanyun and said with a smile: "My young master has a kind heart, and he is worthy of the compassionate heart of a monk."

    Jiang Nanyun pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, nodded and said: "I admire you, little lady!"

    After saying that, he suddenly appeared next to the three of them and gave them a light slap.

    Their bodies suddenly started to move, as if their acupuncture points had been unlocked.

    Jiang Nanyun scolded lightly: "Okay, you are lucky today. You have met little master Juekong. If you do evil again, you will be killed without mercy!"

    The three heroes from Lingnan had livid faces. They just cupped their fists at Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun, turned around and left.
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