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Text Chapter 14 Listening to the Perfume Pavilion

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    Wang Yuyan raised her sword and walked away. Before she got close to the flower hall where the Sichuan Qingcheng sect and Qinjiazhai's demons and ghosts gathered, she heard bursts of noise in the distance.  After passing through the Moon Cave Gate and entering an aisle, one could hear the sound of people inside, with constant vulgar shouting and shouting.  At the end of the corridor was the flower hall. She was about to push the door open, but unexpectedly someone pushed the door open and walked out first.  Three big northern men with red faces, each holding a small wine jar and smelling of alcohol, stumbled open the door and walked out while holding on to the wall.  "Eh outside outside why is there someone else?" The person who was walking quickly opened the door and saw Wang Yuyan. He glanced drunkenly, pointed at Wang Yuyan with a mean smile and stammered.  road.  "Come, come help, help the uncle to put the water water" As he said this, he reached out to grab Wang Yuyan.  A nauseating stench hit her face, and Wang Yuyan couldn't help but frown slightly. She moved her feet to avoid the man's front, stretched out her hand to touch his pulse gate, and pressed the "Laogong point" on his hand with her thumb.  , the man's internal energy was seduced out as he vomited and retracted it, and then was input into her body through the Taiyin Lung Meridian of her thumb's Shaoshang Point.  The man didn¡¯t notice it at first, but when he realized that his inner strength was leaking out, he broke into a cold sweat after drinking the wine, and when he woke up, it was too late and unable to take it back.  Wang Yuyan's internal energy has been continuously absorbed by Beiming Magic for two years, and it has accumulated a lot. It is much better than this man, so at this time, he has the intention to take it back but is unable to do so.  The man following behind was still confused, thinking that his brother was drunk and weak, so he laughed at him and reached out to help him.  This support is like helping someone who has been electrocuted, and he is also being supported.  He tried hard at first, but he couldn't help it, so the inner force continued to rise, and the inner force flowed out along the way.  The man's coffin suddenly became clearer. He felt that his hand seemed to be stuck and he could not break free no matter what. Moreover, his internal energy was flowing away like the Yellow River flooding out of control. In his panic, he had no time to distinguish what was going on.  When something happened, he quickly shouted: "Big head, help me quickly." The third person was also stupid, and Wang Yuyan was blocked by the people in front. Hearing the call, he laughed and cursed a few times, and then took the second step.  The footsteps of a man.  Wang Yuyan was naturally not polite to these three people from the Qin family village who were like grasshoppers in a line, and concentrated on absorbing the inner strength.  Her internal strength was already of a low level, but once she absorbed all the internal strength of the first man, after reaching a higher level, the suction force became stronger and the internal strength was absorbed faster.  In a short while, the three big men turned into three soft-legged shrimps, and they didn't even have much strength to struggle.  "What are you doing there?" The man in the flower hall who was eating meat and drinking wine finally noticed something was wrong in the aisle. When the three soft-legged shrimps fell to the ground, they saw Wang Yuyan and shouted loudly,  "Who is it?" As soon as the shouts ended, a total of four big men, two in the East and the West, rushed out, like an eagle fighting a rabbit.  Four palms came out together, and with two bangs, the two doors leading to the corridor from the flower hall were shot away at the same time.  How could Wang Yuyan stand still and wait for death? When the four people knocked away the two doors and came over, Lingbo took a slight step. His whole body was like a top, passing directly between the four people with a gap of a few centimeters, and turned into  In the flower hall.  "What a thief!" Four people, two Sichuan Qingcheng sect disciples, and two Qinjiazhai strong men, all attacked, but unexpectedly they all failed, and instead let people get into the flower hall. They couldn't help but feel that they had lost their face, and they turned around while gnashing their teeth.  He shouted and continued to attack.  "Stop!" But it was an old man with a haircut that reached his chest who was sitting at the east end and a man in his thirties among the white-robed guests at the west end who stood up and shouted at the same time. Neither of them expected that they would say the same thing.  Yelling the same words, he looked at the other party coldly, snorted heavily and turned away.  "Where did the pretty boy come from?" The white-robed guests in the west were silent, but the crowd in the east didn't understand the truth that silence is golden, and someone immediately started shouting.  "Qitou, you are drunk. You are not a pretty boy here. You are clearly Mr. Rabbit." Opposite "Qitou" was a man with a big red wine nose. He looked at Wang Yuyan and made a tut-tut sound.  , "What a handsome Mr. Rabbit, come and drink with me. This kind of drinking is boring without women" As he said that, the big red wine trough nose stretched out his hand to pull him.  "Don't touch her" At this time, the three men who had been drained of their inner strength by Wang Yuyan had been carried in. One of them saw the movement of the big red wine trough's nose and shouted quickly despite being exhausted.  But even though he screamed, Wang Yuyan could not reach out as quickly as she did. As soon as their hands touched, the big red wine?The nose immediately seemed to be possessed by a ghost, and the whole body started to tremble.  "You, you, this is, is, what, a magic spell let go, let go, I" Big Red Wine Groove's nose was sweaty, his eyes were as big as bull's eyes, and he stammered.  "Who are you, you demon? Why don't you let go of my brother?" Seeing this, the burly old man at the east end knew something was wrong. He quickly pulled out the single sword from his waist and slashed at Wang Yuyan.  This move is so powerful and powerful that it is necessary to attack the enemy. It aims to encircle Wei and save Zhao, forcing Wang Yuyan to put down her big red wine trough and retreat in the face of difficulties.  Wang Yuyan thinks that most martial arts in the world are invulnerable. The burly old man's move is like the tiger descending the mountain among the five tigers that break the door. It is as fierce as it is fierce, but in her opinion, there are flaws everywhere.  At this moment, her inner strength was reaching the critical point. As long as she worked harder, she could finish the work. How could she give up halfway?  Clang!  Wang Yuyan's right hand, Beiming Yun Gong, was busy. She spotted the single sword that was about to hit, and immediately drew the sword with her free left hand, striking out with lightning speed.  After two years of systematic practice, sword-drawing skills are no longer the same as before.  In addition to being extremely fast in drawing her sword, she is also ingenious in stabbing apples, fallen leaves, flies, mosquitoes, etc. with extreme accuracy.  Moreover, from the beginning of her sword training, she had been determined to develop left-right fighting skills and use high-end skills to make up for the lack of internal strength.  It¡¯s not that smart people can¡¯t learn the art of fighting each other, but that people with complex minds can¡¯t practice it.  Both Wang Yuyan and "Wang Yuyan" are simple-minded people, and they can put in the effort to do something when they are sure about it.  As a result, no one taught me the art of fighting between left and right hands, so I had to figure it out on my own. There was no great progress, and there was no difference between the left and right hands.  So she can draw a sword with her left hand and use it with great strength.  There was a soft ding, and the burly old man felt that before the single sword could hit him, he was immediately hit by a sword light. The single sword suddenly tilted to one side, and the force exerted on it was released.  He was startled and wanted to take it back, but the single sword that was tilted out was hit three times again. It was just when the old strength had been exhausted and the new strength was not yet generated, he secretly said something bad and quickly retreated.  This step back was only three or four steps. When he stopped and took back his stance, the single sword was still buzzing, and he was shocked in his heart: so fast, so accurate, such a powerful sword. Fortunately, her arm strength is not strong, otherwise the single sword in her hand would be too much.  Being knocked away would be a huge loss of face.  Just when the burly old man retreated, Wang Yuyan just finished her work, put down the big red wine trough nose like a dead dog, turned around and just took five steps, she suddenly heard a whistle behind her.
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