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- Chapter 384 Shaoyang
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at them, with a sly smile on his lips, stretched out the ring finger of his right hand, and said lightly: "Two!"
The members of the Demon Sect were all furious, holding their swords tightly with both hands. They had always threatened others like this. When would it be someone else's turn to threaten them like this? It seems that if the Divine Sect doesn't show its power, these people don't have a long memory!
They all stared at Xiao Yuesheng with murderous intent in their eyes.
Xiao Yuesheng slowly raised his middle finger and shouted in a deep voice: "Three!"
He swayed and disappeared instantly. A man in a yellow shirt appeared behind him and slapped his vest with a palm.
The man in yellow shirt flew up, flew more than ten feet in the air, and fell to the ground with a thud, unstained by dust.
The roads here are all paved with blue bricks, and with his Qingwei formation as a town, everything is suppressed, the dust does not rise, and it is always kept clean.
The man fell to the ground and remained motionless.
"Hall Master!" The other people in yellow shirts exclaimed and hurriedly gathered around.
A middle-aged man came forward, checked his breathing, stood up and shook his head: "The hall masterthe hall master is dead!"
The remaining ten or so people turned towards Xiao Yuesheng, their eyes cold, like cold swords.
One person raised his arms and shouted: "He killed the hall master. Let's all come together and chop him into pieces! Kill¡ª¡ª!"
"Kill¡ª¡ª!" The others shouted in unison.
They had deep inner strength and roared in unison, with a loud roar that shook the sky. The birds in the forest were usually used to being quiet. When they heard this sound, they were frightened and flew away one after another.
Xiao Yuesheng's body swayed, holding the Green Bamboo Man in one hand and Ren Yingying in the other, and appeared at the gate in an instant.
At this time, the door was opened. Yi Lin, Linghu Chong, Lin Pingzhi and the others poked their heads out. They heard the noise outside and came to see what happened.
Xiao Yuesheng released the two of them and said to Yilin and the others: "Sister, take care of them for me first."
After saying that, his figure instantly disappeared on the spot, and then appeared more than ten feet away, blocking the demon sect in front of everyone.
They hesitated when they saw him disappear, but when they saw him appear at the gate again, their hearts were filled with rage and excitement. Without thinking about his Qinggong skills, they rushed over without hesitation.
Until Xiao Yuesheng appeared in front of them again, they were overjoyed and used their swords to attack Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng stepped sideways, stroked his left hand, put it on the person's right arm, and gently touched the right palm with a gentle and free movement, free and elegant.
The man was pushed forward by Xiao Yuesheng and he couldn't help but rush forward. His body was faster and he met Xiao Yuesheng's right palm.
The speed was too fast and there was no way to avoid it. He grunted unwillingly and was hit by a palm in his chest. He immediately flew up, as if being beaten by a huge tree. He flew up to a height of more than ten feet, slid in the air for a while, and fell to the ground with a thud. , still dusty.
The rest of the people were already red-eyed. When they saw someone being knocked out, they still rushed forward without hesitation and were not afraid of death.
Yilin and the others looked on with awe in their hearts.
"These people are not afraid of death at all!" Linghu Chong murmured, turning to look at Yilin: "Junior sister Yilin, who are they?!"
Yilin shook her head, thought for a moment, and said, "They are all wearing yellow shirts. Are they from Buchang and Songshan sect?"
Lin Pingzhi¡¯s handsome face showed a thoughtful look, he pondered for a moment, then shook his head: ¡°No, the people of the Songshan Sect are not so brave!¡±
Xiao Yuesheng dodged again, and the sword flashed across his left side. He spun around, appeared on the right side of the wielder of the sword, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.
This kick was silent, unparalleled, and unprepared. The body immediately flew up. Like the previous person, it was about one foot high. It flew three to four feet in the air, and fell to the ground with a "bang", motionless. .
Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and felt the same. This kick was really too insidious, and it would be difficult for him to avoid it.
With a "hoo" sound, a meteor hammer shot through the air and hit Xiao Yuesheng's forehead directly, as fast as a meteor, extremely fast.
Xiao Yuesheng cut the rope behind the hammer with one palm, and the hammer head immediately turned around and flew back. Xiao Yuesheng took one step forward, came behind the man, and hit his vest with one palm.
The man flew up, more than a foot high, and flew three to four feet in the air. He fell to the ground with a "bang" and remained motionless.
One move per move, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them had fallen over there, motionless. Although there was no blood, they vaguely understood that these three people were dead.
Linghu Chong shook his head in admiration and sighed to himself. Lin Pingzhi pressed the hilt of the sword tightly, fighting spirit surged in his heart. He wished he could rush forward and kill the enemy side by side with Xiao Yuesheng.
Yilin clasped her palms together, lowered her head, moved her red lips, and recited the mantra of rebirth to transcend that person's soul and enter the Western Paradise.
"Sister Ren, who are they?!" Yue Lingshan, dressed in red and charming, took Ren Yingying's hand and asked.
Although Ren Yingying had a green gauze hanging on her face, they could tell it was her at a glance. She usually wore a black gauze to show others, and with her graceful figure, they could tell at a glance.
"Disciple of the Divine Cult!" Ren Yingying said softly, her voice was slightly hoarse, and her bright eyes on the green gauze flashed with complicated and incomprehensible eyes.
Although she hated being chased by these people and wanted to kill them, but seeing them so helpless, she felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart.
Linghu Chong frowned, looked at Lin Pingzhi, and realized, no wonder he was so brave and not afraid of death, but it turned out to be these lunatics.
The Zhengdao Wulin and the Sun-Moon God Sect have an oath of love, but because the leader of the Demon Sect, Dongfang Bubai, is the best in the world of martial arts, the Zhengdao Wulin never dares to take the initiative to kill demons, but only fights and kills in a small area.
As disciples of the righteous sect, most of them know that the disciples of the Demon Sect are extremely scary, behave strangely, have weird temperaments, and will fight for their lives without fear.
Because of their teachings, there is no joy in life and no pain in death. There is only light. Even if the body dies, one will throw himself into the realm of light and not get what he wants.
Xiao Yuesheng took a step forward and reached behind a person. He hit the person's back with a palm and flew straight up, drawing an arc in the air. He slid several feet away and fell to the ground, motionless. He was similar to the three people before. .
By doing this, these people were like puppets in front of him. They were helpless. They took a step or clapped their hands without exception. No matter how deep the internal strength or the exquisite martial arts that person was, they were in front of him. Useless.
In the blink of an eye, these more than twenty people were killed by him one by one, and they were piled in one place, motionless, and the noise returned to silence.
Yilin clasped her palms together, murmured with her bright eyes closed, and was reciting the mantra to save them and return them to the Western Paradise.
Linghu Chong and others looked blankly at Xiao Yuesheng.
??????????????????These people from the Demon Sect are all good in martial arts, and they are all masters. When they gather together to besiege someone, Linghu Chong has been thinking about whether his arrow-breaking style can withstand them.
But in the blink of an eye, they were completely defeated by Xiao Yuesheng. They saw such martial arts with their own eyes and were inexplicably shocked.
In Hanyan Pavilion
Liu Jing was lying on the couch, her hair shawl.
She is wearing a moon-white satin nightgown that clings to her body, fully displaying her exquisite curves. It contrasts with her shiny black hair, which is so white that it is attractive and the black that is so dazzling.
She was leaning on the couch, supporting her head with her left arm, looking at Xiao Yuesheng lazily.
Xiao Yuesheng sat in front of the window and wrote, swiping ink and looking focused. The moonlight shone in from the open window and shone on him.
Xiao Yuesheng put down his pen and stretched, his joints crackling all over his body. He walked to the couch and sat down, putting his arms around her waist.
"Jing'er, I'm sorry." He said softly, with an apologetic look on his face.
Liu Jing¡¯s slightly narrowed eyes opened, shining brightly, she glanced at him, pursed her lips and chuckled: ¡°Brother, where did you start talking about this?¡±
"Alas" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, patted her waist, and said: "Let me die, let the girl be alone, and be hunted by people from the demon sect. She is a weak woman, and she really has no place to go, so she can only come here." here."
Liu Jing sat up, leaning on his shoulder, and the fragrance spread into his nose.
She sighed softly and said gently: "Brother, you are overthinking it. Sister Ren has a strong temper. If there was no way to survive, I would not come here. If I am still thinking wildly, how can I be a human being?!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "Although he deserves his own fault for letting me die, in the final analysis, it's because I disabled his martial arts"
"Brother has always felt guilty about Sister Ren, hasn't he?" Liu Jing turned to look at him.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Oh, although I didn't kill him, I just didn't do it myself."
Liu Jing said angrily: "Brother, why do you think so! If I am allowed to do all kinds of evil, everyone will punish me. It is already a great favor for you to cripple his martial arts!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head, saying that was the case, but after all, the fact was that he had abolished Ren Woxing's martial arts, and Ren Woxing would be killed. If not, Ren Woxing would only kill others.
Regardless of likes or dislikes, he is Ren Yingying's father after all. To a daughter, he is no different than a murderer.
Even if he feels guilty, he will do this, but he still feels guilty.
"Brother, how do you plan to settle Sister Ren?" LiuJing asked softly, snuggled into his arms, put her hands around his neck, and put her warm and soft jade into her arms.
Xiao Yuesheng thought for a while and shook his head: "I haven't decided yet. Let her stay here first and take a look before we say anything."
Liu Jing¡¯s bright eyes flashed and she nodded.
Xiao Yuesheng chuckled, showing an inexplicable smile, and slowly pressed her down. The two fell together, and for a moment, spring filled the room, which is not enough for outsiders.
Xiao Yuesheng's brutal killing of the Demon Cult members caused a huge stir in Lin'an City, like a strong wind blowing through. Everyone was stunned and almost lost their voice.
Since Dongfang Bubai became famous, he is the first person who dares to kill the disciples of the Demon Cult in such a big way.
Lin'an City Huixian Tower
"Grandma, have fun! Have fun!" A big man's rough voice sounded, causing the wine jars to buzz.
His voice is rough and powerful, and when people hear it, they can tell that he has deep inner strength, far beyond ordinary people, and he must be a master.
"Hush¡ª¡ª!" Another person hurriedly pointed in front of his lips and whispered: "Don't say that, or you will attract people from the Demon Sect!"
The big man waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Grandma, it doesn't matter if I offend them, I'm sorry they don't dare to be so arrogant in Lin'an City!"
The two of them were sitting at the same table. The rough man had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was tall and tall. Sitting there was like a stone tower. There was a big scar at the corner of his mouth, which made him look even more fierce with his already rough face, but Stop children from crying.
The other man was thin and small, with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, a withered complexion, and a mustache under his chin, which looked like a goat.
The two people were talking loudly, but there seemed to be no one around. No one in the restaurant dared to stop them from making a loud noise.
People in the martial arts around him recognized this big man. He was a man from the northwest who slaughtered Wu Chenghua. He had a fierce reputation and was famous in the martial arts.
It is said that Wu Chenghua learned from Shaolin since he was a child. Later, he was expelled from Shaolin because he was too murderous and gave up his martial arts.
"But this person is so talented that he actually started practicing again, practicing external skills, tempering his body, and practicing the outer golden bell.
This golden bell is as if it was tailor-made for him. It has progressed rapidly. It only took ten years. The golden bell is at an extremely high level that few people can match.
After practicing this skill, his temper became more and more violent. He would fight with others and often lead to death, and almost no one escaped intact.
When he started to attack, with his hard skills, ordinary swords could no longer hurt him. His skin was rough and his flesh was thick, and his ordinary palm strength made it even more difficult to injure him.
Relying on his hard skills and ruthless methods, he ran rampant in the northwest, almost no one dared to offend him, and gained a great reputation.
This time, for some reason, he came to Lin'an City in the south of the Yangtze River.
The skinny middle-aged man opposite shook his head and sighed: "Brother Wu, the people from the Demon Sect are very fierce, why don't you dare?!"
Wu Chenghua sneered and slapped the table with his big hand: "If he wants to come, just come. I'm not afraid of them!"
The skinny man said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, Brother Wu is not afraid of them, but they are always very annoying, just to keep things clean!"
Wu Chenghua shook his head and said loudly: "These devil bastards are domineering and lawless. They finally got into trouble. Let's see what they do!"
Someone next to him shook his head. When it came to being domineering, he himself was the one who had the shame to say that someone from the Demonic Cult was like this.
"Wu Daxia is right!" Another person applauded, and his voice buzzed in the restaurant. He laughed and said: "These devil sect's brats have been tyrannical for too long, and finally someone has restrained them!"
"Alas, Master Xiao is still so powerful, he kills you without any courtesy!" Another person cheered loudly, and then sneered: "Unlike Shaolin Wudang, who claims to be a well-known and upright man, but dare not let go of a single thing against the Demon Sect! "
"Hey, I'm not as skilled as others, there's nothing I can do about it!" Another drinker started talking, shaking his head and sighing: "Even Master Fang Zheng is not an invincible opponent of Dongfang. They are afraid of angering the Demon Sect and alarming Dongfang. Undefeated!"
¡°Isn¡¯t it possible that Master Xiao is afraid of Dongfang Bubai?!¡± someone else asked.
Wu Chenghua shook his head, waved his big hand, and said in a rough voice: "Hey, Dongfang Bubai?! Dongfang Bubai!I'm afraid I can't beat Xiao Daxia at all!"
"It makes sense! It makes sense!" Someone nodded hurriedly and said, "If not, I'm sorry that Master Xiao wouldn't dare to kill like this!"
"Shut up, you are so brave!" A young man in a white shirt stood up and shouted angrily. Everyone felt their eardrums aching, and their hearts were awe-inspiring. This is a master!
Wu Chenghua squinted his leopard eyes and looked askance at the young man in white shirt.
This person is of medium stature, handsome appearance, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and thin red lips.??, he is really handsome, and with his white shirt, he is even more elegant and elegant, free and easy, he is really the prince charming of the girl in the boudoir.
Wu Chenghua put one hand on the table, squinted his eyes, looked at him sideways, and asked: "Boy, who are you?!"
His voice was lazy and frivolous, but his eyes were shining with a chilling air.
Since he became famous, everyone who dared to talk to him like this has been buried underground, and no one is alive.
"You are very courageous, you dare to slander the Eastern leader like this!" The young man in white shirt sneered, his eyes were like blades, and he stared at Wu Chenghua unceremoniously.
Wu Chenghua frowned and hummed in a deep voice: "Are you from the Demon Cult?!"
The young man in white shirt nodded proudly, raised his head slightly, and hummed in a deep voice: "Yes, I am a disciple of the divine sect!"
As he spoke, his eyes slowly passed over the crowd, his gaze like a cold blade, piercing people's hearts, with a chilling air.
For a moment, the noise in the hall stopped, as if everyone had become mute. They never expected that someone from the Demon Cult would actually appear.
"So what about the people from the Demon Sect?!" Wu Chenghua felt awe-inspiring in his heart, but his face was nonchalant, and he sneered: "You still have the courage to stay in Lin'an City, which is admirable!"
The man in the white shirt put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, glanced sideways at Wu Chenghua, and said calmly: "You dare to slander the leader, you will be punished for your crime, just finish it yourself!"
Wu Chenghua laughed loudly, which was particularly loud in the quiet restaurant, causing the carved beams of the restaurant to rustle and fall.
"What are you laughing at?!" the young man in white shirt said coldly.
Wu Chenghua stopped laughing, squinted his eyes, and said hey: "Are you asking me to commit suicide?!"
The young man in white shirt said calmly: "It's best for you to commit suicide and die more happily. If not, I will do it myself and you will die miserably!"
Wu Chenghua sat with his golden sword, squinting at him: "Okay, I want to see if you can take my life!"
The young man in white shirt sneered: "Now, you want to die, but you can't!"
As he spoke, his body swayed, like a wisp of light smoke, he came to Wu Chenghua and struck out with his palm, elegant and unrestrained, but extremely fast.
The owner of the restaurant looked unhappy and lamented on his round face. Why was trouble happening again? He was too embarrassed to bother the Qingping Gang!
But I was afraid that there would be blood here and the restaurant would be closed down by the government and lose all my money. I could only move my fat body and trot out the door, running eastward along the street quickly.
In the blink of an eye, he ran back again, and the man following behind him was Qian Zhaoqing, who came last time. He was dressed in a green shirt, honorable, walking slowly, with a calm demeanor, and looking around, he felt indescribably comfortable and majestic.
He entered the house and saw a young man in white shirt fighting with four men. It seemed that the man in white shirt was playing with ease, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Wu Chenghua¡¯s left arm was drooped and injured. His invulnerable golden bell seemed to have no effect. Blood was flowing out and his body was in a ball.
Although he was injured, his expression remained unchanged. He swung the long knife in his right hand, making a hissing sound. It was fierce and powerful, but it could not touch the corner of the man in white shirt.
The other three people are one of Wu Chenghua's companions. His thin body is flexible, feminine, and extremely slippery. He has a narrow sword in his hand, which is more like an awl.
The other two were wielding long swords. Their sword skills were as dense as a net, and the sword light was so dense that it tightly covered the young man in white shirt, but he was like a fish in a net, able to move with ease and not be affected at all.
The young man in white shirt always had a sneer on his lips. He walked calmly and gracefully. With a slight flicker, the skinny man's narrow sword pierced the air.
He holds a long sword in his hand, but rarely uses it. He just moves around with his body skills. Occasionally, he will draw the sword once, which is regarded as defense. He rarely attacks, but when the sword is thrust out, it is often stained with blood.
He swayed while shaking his head, showing a look of regret: "There are so many people in the restaurant, but you four are the only ones who dare to attack me. You are indeed good men, but it's a pity that you are going to die!"
Wu Chenghua drooped his left arm, slashed straight with the long sword, and shouted loudly: "Fuck your mother's bitch! If you want to kill me, you have to practice for a hundred years!"
The young man in white shirt frowned and snorted: "Your mouth is so stinky!"
After saying that, he flashed forward, sped up suddenly, and appeared in front of Wu Chenghua. He threw out a slap and struck Wu Chenghua on the left side of his face.
Wu Chenghua hurriedly turned around, and quickly changed his sword's moves, turning from a straight cut to a horizontal cut, trying to cut the young man in white shirt in two.
The palm of the young man in white shirt suddenly changed. It was originally meant to hit him on the left cheek, but suddenly it turned into hitting him on the right cheek. The change of moves was extremely fast and strange.
With a loud "pop" slap, the right side of Wu Chenghua's face immediately appeared??Red seal.
"Ah¡ª¡ª!!" Wu Chenghua looked up to the sky and screamed, his face was rolling with flesh, his muscles were twisted, and he was scary. His eyes were bloodshot and turned red.
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you¡ª¡ª!" He roared, the long knife made a hissing sound, and turned into a sword, two minutes faster than before, slashing straight through, his burly body moving faster A few minutes later, he rushed towards the man in white shirt regardless of his own safety.
The man in the white shirt had a sneer on his lips, and he suddenly moved, as if a boat was swinging out, so sudden and unrestrained that people couldn't help but cheer.
The surroundings were extremely silent, no one cheered, they just clenched their fists and stared at the five people, wishing they could pounce on and knock down the young man in white shirt.
"It's just that the terror of the demon sect is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It often kills families and kills them, and they die miserably. They are very frightened and dare not take action. They can only cheer them up in their hearts."
"Master Qian, they" the chubby shopkeeper whispered.
Qian Zhaoqing waved his hand and nodded: "There's no need to worry, shopkeeper. I'll take a look at the actual situation before I start."
"Yes, that's right, that's right." The shopkeeper nodded hurriedly and backed away, not daring to let the people from the Demon Cult know that he was the one who called him, lest he would bear a grudge against him and ransack his home.
"Pah!" There was another clear slap, and Wu Chenghua received another slap, this time on the left side of his face, one on the right and one on the left.
At this time, five fingerprints had appeared on the right cheek, which were clearly visible and quite ridiculous.
Wu Chenghua roared like an angry lion, his sword was as fast as lightning, and he was extremely fast. However, his footwork was too clumsy. In front of the young man in white shirt, he looked like a stupid bear. Although he was powerful and heavy, he was still powerful. It is impossible to touch the other party's body.
Qian Zhaoqing took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"
The five people were fighting fiercely, when suddenly there was a loud sound in their ears, like a bronze bell ringing in their ears, and the whole body was shaken to the point of buzzing and trembling.
They quickly took a step back and turned to look at Qian Zhaoqing.
"Young Master Qian!" Wu Chenghua stared at Qian Zhaoqing with bloodshot eyes and said slowly, recognizing Qian Zhaoqing from the Qingping Gang who had appeared two days ago.
"Senior Wu, please let me teach you this brother's clever trick!" Qian Zhaoqing nodded and hugged Wu Chenghua's fists.
Although Wu Chenghua was arrogant and always domineering, he was extremely afraid of the Qingping Gang. He hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "This guy is awesome, I am no match for him!"
He took a step back to get out of the way. He was domineering and ruthless. His ability to survive to this day is definitely not because his martial arts skills are truly invincible in the world, but it is due to his style of conduct. He never tries to be strong in his actions. He knows how to advance and retreat, and can bend and stretch. .
Seeing him step back, the other three people also took a step back to make room for the young man in white shirt. He put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and looked sideways at Qian Zhaoqing with a disdainful expression.
Qian Zhaoqing clasped his fists and said calmly: "Your Excellency comes to show off your authority in Lin'an City. Are you trying to deceive everyone in Lin'an City?!"
He is rude in his words and has never had a good impression of the disciples of the Demon Cult. Although his gang leader is ruthless, he stands for justice and will never kill cruelly. The methods of the Demon Cult are too inhumane!
The young man in white shirt smiled with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and asked disdainfully: "Where did you come from, a wandering little devil?!"
Qian Zhaoqing did not make a move and said calmly: "I'm helping Qian Zhaoqing in Qingping. I'm here to tell you, please get out of Lin'an City!"
"What a loud tone!" The young man in white shirt sneered, glanced at him sideways, shook his head and said, "On you? Not even close! Jiang Nanyun said this is not bad!"
"Presumptuous!" Qian Zhaoqing's face darkened, and his eyes sharpened, like cold lightning shooting straight into the eyes of the young man in white: "How can you call the gang leader by his name?!"
"Jiang Nanyun is so majestic!" The young man in white shirt smiled softly, shook his head and said: "It's really funny that a small gang can be so particular!"
Qian Zhaoqing said coldly: "Your Excellency is so rude and rude, just stay here!"
After saying that, he swayed lightly, took one step forward, and passed the five-foot distance in one step. He appeared directly in front of the young man in white shirt. He stretched out his palm, elegant and free, and had a unique style. With his palm stretched out, his body was like a mountain. Standing, there is a hint of everyone's tolerance.
The young man in white shirt smiled, put the long sword back into the sheath on his waist, clapped his palm out, and came forward without any fear.
Qian Zhaoqing snorted coldly, with cold lightning flashing in his eyes. In her eyes, gang leader Jiang Nanyun was like a fairy, aloof and unable to tolerate the contamination of others.
At the beginning, he just wanted to drive this demon sect monster out of Lin'an City, and he didn't want to bring powerful enemies to the Qingping Gang. However, this person actually violated his taboo, and he could not be allowed to live anymore. Anyone who offends the gang leader will be punished. Punish him, otherwise, how can he be established???? !
The palms of the two people touched each other, and there was a "bang" sound, like thunder exploding on the ground. Everyone hurriedly covered their ears, and their eyes went dark for a while.
Qian Zhaoqing took a step back, raised his eyebrows, and stared at the young man in white shirt. He didn't expect this guy to have such deep internal power.
The true energy in his Dantian was like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole. It came out very quickly, and the cold inner energy in his palm was instantly swallowed up by it.
He practices Shaoyang Palm, which has strong internal energy and is extremely yang. What he likes most is the internal energy of yin and cold, which can stimulate each other and promote the improvement of internal energy.
The man in the white shirt took two steps back, his expression even more astonished. His eyes flashed, and he stared at Qian Zhaoqing. His internal strength was already outstanding among the younger generation in the sect. He thought he would be the best in the martial arts world. It is already rampant in China. As long as you don't encounter those top masters of the older generation, it will be enough to deal with it.
I never thought that a kid in the small Qingping Gang would have such deep inner strength, which was no less than his own.
He only felt that the palm of his left hand was extremely hot and aching, and a stream of heat kept coming in, like a leech, which was extremely annoying.
While concentrating his Yinhan internal energy, he stared at Qian Zhaoqing, trying to figure out why Qian Zhaoqing had such pure internal energy.
The internal energy he practiced was not as pure as Yin or Cold, and was far less pure than Qian Zhaoqing's Shaoyang Qi. He chased and intercepted the internal energy that penetrated the meridians, and it took a lot of effort to extinguish it.
Qian Zhaoqing looked at ease and sneered: "No wonder you dare to be so presumptuous, but you are quite capable!"
The young man in white shirt put his left palm behind his back and said calmly: "To each other, the Qingping Gang is not just a bunch of losers!"
"Take another slap from me!" Qian Zhaoqing sneered, stepped forward, and pushed out his right palm.
Before the palm could reach, a hot breath had already spurted out. The young man in white shirt was the first to bear the brunt. The white shirt fluttered and the hot breath hit his face.
He felt awe-struck in his heart and shouted in a deep voice. Everyone around looked at him and suddenly had the illusion that he had suddenly grown in size.
"Drink!" The young man in white shirt fiercely struck out his right palm and faced Qian Zhaoqing.
"Bang!" A huge sound exploded in everyone's ears. They were prepared in advance and had already covered their ears.
Qian Zhaoqing spun his feet, his figure floated for a moment, and then fell back to where he was, looking at ease.
The young man in the white shirt took three steps back, his handsome fair face flushed, then slowly faded away, becoming a bit paler.
His throat rolled, his mouth felt sweet, and he forced himself to swallow the hot blood that came up, keeping a sneer on his face.
When everyone saw their level, they cheered loudly and were no longer afraid.
Someone shouted loudly: "Young Master Qian, kill this demon sect monster!"
"Yes, kill him!" People echoed one after another, and the restaurant was noisy. People were in high spirits and shouted loudly.
Qian Zhaoqing smiled at everyone and nodded, indicating that he accepted everyone's suggestions.
The young man in the white shirt didn't change his expression. He glanced at everyone coldly and hummed in a deep voice: "You want to kill me, you are really out of your mind!"
Qian Zhaoqing took a step forward and appeared in front of him again. He struck out with his right palm, silently and seemingly slowly.
The young man in white shirt sneered, and with a flash of cold light, the long sword at his waist came out of the box, turned into a bolt of lightning, and slashed straight towards Qian Zhaoqing's right palm.
Qian Zhaoqing quickly retracted his right palm, turned it into a fist, and struck out again.
The clear sound of "dang" is like gold and iron clashing. The sound is melodious and sweet, and it lingers in the restaurant.
Qian Zhaoqing took another step, his movement was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of the young man in white shirt in a blink of an eye. He thrust out a palm, silently, but faster than lightning.
The young man in white shirt has superb swordsmanship. He slashed his sword horizontally, stopped in front of him, and slashed towards Qian Zhaoqing's palm, creating a white streak.
Qian Zhaoqing retracted his arm, reached out again, turned his palm into a fist, and hit the sword with another punch.
"Dang" a melodious clear sound sounded.
The young man in white shirt grunted and staggered back two steps. His long sword was hit by the punch and hit his chest after swinging away.
The sword contained huge internal force, which directly injured him.
The blood around the body was churning, and the hot blood that had been suppressed spurted out again, and with a "pop" sound, it turned into a blood arrow and shot out.
Qian Zhaoqing turned aside to avoid the bloody arrow. Without stopping, he stepped in front of the young man in white shirt and pressed down with his palm.
The young men in white shirts want to avoid it, their blood is boiling, and they are acting on their own, just like rebelling, trying to mobilize, but not obeying orders.
He forced his energy to move away from the scattered aura, and reluctantly took a step back to avoidWith sharp edges, the blood energy surged even more fiercely, and his eyes turned black.
Qian Zhaoqing's hand had reached the end and could not touch him, but it suddenly lengthened, as if it had been extended by a section, and pressed the young man in white shirt's chest with his palm.
"Bang!" This palm strike was extremely strong and the sound was dull.
The blood arrow spurted out again, and the young man in white shirt fell to the sky. He slid under his feet and slid two feet away, smashing two tables before stopping.
With Qian Zhaoqing's palm, Shaoyang's palm power has reached its peak. When it reaches its peak, the palm power is strong and powerful, like a river bursting its embankment, all of it pouring into the body of the young man in white shirt.
Those sturdy pear wood tables were instantly broken into pieces when touched by this internal force, scattered on the ground and piled under the young man in white shirt.
The young man in white shirt moved, his limbs trembled a few times, then fell silent again and never moved again.
Wu Chenghua strode forward, pressed the neck of the young man in white shirt, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Damn it!"
¡°Okay¡ª!¡± Everyone cheered loudly, and the sound almost lifted the roof of the building, causing people on the street to stop and watch, wanting to see what happened.
Qian Zhaoqing clasped his fists, bowed to the crowd around him, and said with a smile: "You have fulfilled your mission! People from the Demon Cult came to our Lin'an City to run wild. This is an example!"
¡°Okay¡ª¡ª!¡± People cheered loudly again, shouting louder.
West Lake
The clear and clear lake water reflects the sun in the center. The sunlight shines on the water surface, and the sparkling light is like a string of pearls, shining and moving.
A small boat floats on the lake, drifting leisurely with the breeze, sometimes eastward, sometimes westward, sometimes southward, sometimes northward, changing with the change of wind direction.
There is a person sitting on the boat, wearing a green shirt, fluttering, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a book in the other, leisurely and contented.
A small red clay stove gurgled on the left side, steaming with white steam and exuding bursts of fragrance.
He was Xiao Yuesheng, fishing alone, leisurely and contented. He came out of the villa and hid alone in peace.
The villa was quite lively. There were Yilin, Yue Lingshan, and Ren Yingying. Song Mengjun and Su Qingqing also ran there early in the morning. It was really lively. He couldn't bear it, so he ran out quickly.
Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi were very happy, as if they were fascinated by their beauty, they stayed in the villa and didn't want to come out.
" Xiao Yuesheng, however, couldn't avoid it. He wished he could run away immediately. Out of sight, out of mind. He just offended the demon sect and was afraid of their revenge, so he never dared to leave.
He squinted his eyes slightly while reading, and in his hand was a copy of the Buddhist "Za Agama Sutra".
Although Taoism and Buddhism lead to the same goal through different paths, their methods are different. Taoism has 3,600 gates, while Buddhism has 58,000 gates, which is more subtle and mysterious.
He had nothing to do and wanted to gain insight into the two families of Buddhism and Taoism. He vaguely felt that there were some great mysteries between the two families that outsiders had no way of knowing. If he could gain insight, there should be a shortcut. At that time, Sakyamuni became a Buddha. The time was extremely short, and there must be something mysterious about it, but it has been difficult for future generations to understand, and it has become a mystery for the ages.
He wanted to go back to the Buddhist scriptures and gain insight into the subtleties. However, this process required patience, meticulousness, and time, and what he lacked the most was time.
??While watching attentively, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the north. There was a small boat coming through the waves, plowing the ground on the lake like an iron plow. The lake water opened on both sides, allowing the small boat to come quickly.
Jiangnan Yun stood on the bow of the boat, wearing a moon-white shirt, with fluttering skirts, and his cloud-like temples were black and shiny in the sun, making his face even more as white as jade, with a faint brilliance flowing under his skin.
"Master!" Jiang Nanyun called softly from a distance, his voice as soft as honey floated over and penetrated straight into his heart, making him feel indescribably comfortable and pleasant.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Yuesheng frowned, put down the fishing rod, and asked in a low voice.
The clouds floated up from the south of the Yangtze River, more than ten feet away, and the toes touched the lake lightly, like a dragonfly touching the water, and then fell together, landing in front of Xiao Yuesheng.
"Master!" Jiang Nanyun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as brightly as a flower.
Seeing her smiling face, Xiao Yuesheng was too embarrassed to make her unhappy anymore, so he had to return to normal.
He asked calmly: "Something happened again?!"
Jiang Nanyun shook his head and sighed, sat on the left side of Xiao Yuesheng, and said in a deep voice: "Master, this time, the Qingping Gang has provoked the Demon Sect!"
Xiao Yuesheng frowned and nodded: "Well, if you provoke them, just provoke them. They are not trivial, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"
Jiang Nanyun said hurriedly: "But if the Demon Sect doesn't dare to come to Guanyun Villa, it wants to take advantage of the opportunity to deal with it."Qingping Gang, what should we do? ! "
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "Don't you usually boast that the Qingping Gang can catch up with the Demon Sect?" - 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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