Suppressing the shock in his heart, Xiao Yuanshan felt murderous intent in his heart. This kid in front of him must not survive any longer!
"Eat my slap!"
Xiao Yuanshan's heart was cruel, and he ignored the dull pain in several secret points on his body. Suddenly, his power reached its peak. Under the black scarf, his bearded face began to turn red. It was obviously due to excessive movement of power that caused the blood to be transferred. Caused by fast.
"Arrogant boy, I will let you die without a burial today!"
"Go see the King of Hell!"
The black clothes were filled with internal energy, and Xiao Yuanshan's whole body became fatter, as if he was about to explode. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, he took a deep breath, resisted the sting, turned his palms outward, and hit Jing Zhou.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The applause was so powerful that the overflowing wind from the palm made Yue Laosan's face turn pale, he could not breathe smoothly, and his breath was even weaker by three points. However, he ignored the pain all over his body and still grinned and cursed: "Grandma Damn, how come there are so many masters in this world, and now there’s a man in black, his kung fu is probably better than the boss’s!”
"It's over, it's over, damn it, I'm afraid the boss will have to keep his tail between his legs from now on!"
Wang Yuyan exclaimed, holding the car door tightly with her slender palms, her heart suddenly clenched.
Although she knew that the Taoist master's martial arts were extraordinary, the power of the palm of the man in black was probably far greater than that of Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong.
"Hehe, don't worry, girl. The young master's martial arts skills are probably unmatched by anyone except the Lord."
On the other hand, the expressions of the Four Bamboo Sword Goddesses remained as relaxed as before.
Jing Zhou used his palm force three times in a row, and instead of retreating, he struck forward with this palm.
"boom!"
The explosion sounded like a drum, and the two figures were separated as soon as they touched.
"Hey, this palm has some skills. No wonder you dare to intercept the young master's carriage in broad daylight."
Feeling a surge of energy in his body, Jingzhou swayed slightly, quite surprised by Xiao Yuanshan's palm.
"you you.."
Seeing that the person in front of him received his palm intact, Xiao Yuanshan's face under the mask changed several times in a row. He bit the tip of his tongue, cheered up a little, and ran backwards.
After running for several miles, Xiao Yuanshan stopped when he saw that the young man was not chasing him.
The foreign energy in his body could no longer be suppressed, and Xiao Yuanshan suddenly vomited three mouthfuls of blood, soaking the entire face towel. The blood followed the corner of the face towel and fell to the ground "tick, tick, tick".
Xiao Yuanshan trembled, tapped his chest with his right hand several times, and quickly took out a medicine bottle from his arms, shook out a few pills, swallowed them whole, and then felt that his breathing became slightly easier.
Xiao Yuanshan tore off the face towel and threw it somewhere. His face was as pale as snow, and his eyebrows were solemn.
"Could this kid be an old monster who lives in seclusion?"
He whispered something. Now that he thinks about it, he feels like he was walking on the tip of a knife. It was extremely dangerous.
If he was even a little slow in escaping and asked the young man to strike again, he would never be able to catch it, and he would probably be dead by now.
Xiao Yuanshan's palm was shot with two scattered palms, and his lifelong skills were condensed in his palms.
He had never used this palm before when he fought Murong Bo at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Although this two-part palm attack only has one move, in terms of power alone, it is even more powerful than the Prajna Palm. Against an enemy, it can kill someone without the need for a second move.
It's just that although this palm technique is powerful, he doesn't dare to use it easily, otherwise the acupuncture points on his body will cause trouble again.
Today, he used all his methods, but he failed to hurt the young man at all. On the contrary, he was seriously injured.
When his breath became smoother, Xiao Yuanshan did not dare to linger any longer. He glanced at the direction of the carriage and ran away angrily.
Seeing Xiao Yuanshan running away, Jingzhou was too lazy to chase him. He swayed and landed on the carriage as lightly as a feather. He put one hand behind his head and returned to his previous lazy look.
The palm he used before was a unique skill in the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, called the Yangguan Threefold. It stacked several yin and yang palms in a row, which was not so easy to follow.
"Yue Laosan, are you dead?"
"If you're not dead, you're on your way to the car. Let's take advantage of the dawn and walk more distance."
The sound of the South Sea Divine Crocodile floating towards him was like thunder. He suddenly came back to his senses, a pair of pea eyes kept spinning in his eye sockets.
Holding the crocodile scissors in one hand, the South China Sea Divine Crocodile jumped onto the carriage, regained his previous composure, and cursed: "Damn, you are a master of bullshit. He was beaten away in three palms, but he was shouting loudly."
"Just like that bastard Fourth Brother!"
Wang Yuyan looked through the car window and happened to see Jing Zhou's belt covering the corner of the car window, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
The aroma of wine floated down from the carriage, and Wang Yu smiled brightly, as if a hundred flowers were blooming.
She couldn't help but joked: "You just came down, and then you lay down again."
"I really don't know how you developed this skill. Could it be that just lying down and drinking can continuously increase your internal strength?"
"Miss Wang is really right. Even if the young master is lying down, his internal strength is growing all the time."
Mentioning this, the faces of bamboo, plum, orchid and chrysanthemum all glowed with joy.
"This... how is this possible? People in this world have to meditate to practice their internal strength. How can someone increase their internal strength all the time?"
Even though Wang Yuyan is well-read, she is still confused at this time.
Lan Jian explained: "There is a thousand-year-old cold jade in the Lingjiu Palace, which was dug by the owner from Tianshan Mountain. People only need to sit on it and practice, and over time, the internal energy will be able to circulate all the time."
"Young master, since seven years ago, you can increase your internal strength even while lying down~"
After Jing Zhou came to this world and became Tong Lao's disciple, he actually remembered the ice jade bed of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
The Vulture Palace is already on the Tianshan Mountains, so there is no need for him to run any further.
We are in the right place at the right time. If we don't dig out a piece of cold jade, wouldn't we be sorry for this "resurrection point and novice village"?
There is a saying: "Since God has given it, you must take it!"
This cold jade is a good treasure. Sleeping on it and practicing Qigong can be said to be one year to ten years. It can dispel the inner fire and purify the heart.
The South Sea Divine Crocodile's eyes widened when he heard what the girls said, but he was thinking about how to get a piece of Millennium Cold Jade.
Damn it, masters have come out one after another recently, and the first-class ones are almost all over the place, and the second-rate ones are worse than dogs!
As a result, he, a "best in the world" master, was reduced to driving horses.
If he doesn't polish his skills, will he still have the nerve to call himself a first-rate villain?
"drive!"
The South Sea Divine Crocodile yelled fiercely. Although his hands were holding the horse's reins and doing the work of a coachman, his eyes kept moving.
Jingzhou took a sip of wine, took out the silk scroll recording Beiming's magical skills from his arms, and began to admire it.
A sip of wine, a glance at painting, so chic.
By the way, he hasn't tasted Li Qiushui's masterpieces for a long time recently.
If I hadn't been approaching Leigu Mountain and thought of Wu Yazi, I would have forgotten this portrait.
Such treasures naturally require a lot of effort to figure out. . .
