To this barefooted man, the young man just narrowed his eyes and replied, "Is it possible these days that everyone has to put on airs and show off that they are unrivaled? If we fight, we will fight. If we don't want to fight, we should step aside first." Look at it, the autumn breeze is very cool, don’t eat too much, otherwise you will be squatting next to the wall and unable to straighten your back tomorrow.”
The person who came asked the young man to grab the compliment, but he was a little speechless. It seemed that he had not had a verbal argument with others for a long time, so he opened his mouth in mid-air, swallowed the words again, and wiped out the slightly pale face. Reddened from holding back.
When Yun Zhong saw this, his heart trembled.
Wu Shuang once said that there are many sharp-tongued people in the world, but most of these people are straight-forward and ordinary people. However, if you meet someone who is unwilling or unable to argue with others, you have to be extra careful. Most of these people are either ruthless masters with vicious methods, or they are martial arts idiots and Taoist idiots. Regardless of which category they belong to, they are not something that Yun Zhong can deal with today.
Wild dogs that bark loudly are often afraid of people, while those that don't say a word are often the most vicious ones.
This is true, even in a small town, Yunzhong understands it clearly.
Although for some unknown reason, the sword energy that hurt his meridians in the past turned against the enemy, the barefooted man almost disappeared with one step, which naturally made the young man feel more vigilant. Although his words were still rogue, his eyes were always fixed on the man and never strayed away.
"Rather than say more, let's see if there are any survivors in your caravan. Of course we will fight, and I don't want to get into a quarrel with you." The man thought for a while and then said in a dull tone.
In response, the young man just gritted his lips and teeth.
How could he not know that most of the movement down the slope had already dissipated.
Although Lao Lu and the dozen or so men had practiced their skills countless times on the trade journey, and had even licked blood several times in the bandits' stronghold, their kung fu and enemy experience were naturally a little higher than those of ordinary warriors, but they all wore armor. Of course, if the soldiers in uniform fight against each other, they won't get the slightest advantage.
Most of the people in the caravan at the foot of the slope have already died. Although some soldiers have been killed, only two disabled men, Lao Lu and Tong, are still struggling to survive.
As for the front of the caravan, no one has come to help since the war started, and the young man does not dare to think about it anymore.
The current situation is truly irreversible.
There was this barefooted man blocking me in front of me. Just talking about controlling the air was probably the three realms mentioned by my master.
The first is the Lian Yuan realm, the second is the Virtual Thought realm, and the third is the Lingxi realm.
With Lianyuan's meager ability, fighting across two realms, even though Qiuhu exploded countless sword energy for no reason, I'm afraid it's a bit exaggerated to say that he was hitting a rock with an egg.
Besides, the flying shuttle had just penetrated his shoulders, and the fierce poison in it was pouring into his limbs and bones. The young man felt as if a huge stone was stuck in his throat when he breathed out.
But the young man still raised his sword.
So a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old opened his mouth clearly and clearly towards the man who seemed to be in his forties.
"Yun Zhong is here to ask for advice. I would like to see your brilliant moves."
The Qiu Lake was like the Qiu River after the rain. The majestic spirit suddenly surged in the Dantian, and the sword energy revived. It was purer and vaster than before, and it seemed to be faintly solid.
The man hanging motionless in mid-air saw the sword energy rising in the wind, then looked at the trace of arrogance on the young man's face, and just said something softly.
"Wonderful."
Several people from Jianghu returned.
The man raised his fists and struck at the raging sword energy. The void for several feet around him was shaking. Rocks rolled down, the stone pavilion shook violently, and even the residual rain on the leaves of the wild chrysanthemums dozens of feet away also jumped with it. Lift an inch.
The rain gradually stopped and the thunder had gone, but in Wulingpo, this sloppy man suddenly made another thunder. The sword energy was like paper, and the fists shook slightly and were smashed into pieces, but they were repaired perfectly in an instant.
But the man's fists, which were not very big, seemed not to be blocked in the slightest, and he just smashed them down with all his strength, just like the gangsters in the market who didn't know boxing skills. They rounded them up and swung them towards his head.
The sound of the sword energy shattering was endless.
The man's punch shattered twenty-two sword energy regiments, making him a powerful figure.
Liang Xiao in the pavilion had been swept dozens of times by the fragments of the sword energy. His whole body was like a blood sac bursting into pieces. He was already dead. The soft armor that he had carried with him for many years had already been cut into his flesh and blood by the sword energy. This captain, who would rather trade his robes and lives for a military position, never mentioned why he always wore armor until his death.
At the corner of the soft armor, there is a blood-red woven flower.
The young man just stood with his sword horizontally crossed.
The sword energy that flowed out from the Qiu Lake brought out all the energy that had been flowing through his body since he started breathing, but it could only block the light blow from the man's fists.
Yun Zhong stood up with his sword in hand, but he had already fainted.
"At this age, even though it has been borrowed from outside, it can be said to be quite rare." The man put his feet on the ground, looked at the glaring young man, and raised a calloused palm, "Unfortunately, your family Master owes my Zhang family a life. It’s one thing to dislike my younger brother, but as an elder brother, I have to take it back to pay for it.”
The man muttered to himself, as if he was reluctant to take action, but after careful consideration, he pressed his hand towards the young man's head.
Most of the night, Lao Lu noticed something strange about the horse at the second watch. Now, it is already the fourth watch. Furthermore, the autumn rain has receded, and the shadows outside the mountains are gradually becoming clearer.
But at this time of year, the clouds in the sky have cleared, but the sky has become dark again for no reason.
Down the slope, Lao Lu was stabbed again and could no longer hold the weapon. He was leaning against the side of the carriage, looking extremely miserable. The armored soldiers around him didn't give an inch, and all swung their swords at Lao Lu.
I'm in trouble today.
Lao Lu closed his eyes and stopped looking around.
Dozens of crackling sounds were heard.
Old Lu opened his eyes and saw dozens of scales in front of him, all kneeling on the ground, their limbs twisted.
The barefoot man in front of the young man almost touched the ground with his knees, as if his shoulders were pressing up on several large rivers out of thin air.
"If you lay a finger on my junior brother, I will cut off your arm. If you punch me, I will break all the meridians in your body and throw you into the Zhongzhou Tiankeng to stun you."
In the void, a very tall scholar stepped out.
"Zhang Weilu, right? The Taoism in Wuxi Valley is really great, but since you hurt my junior brother from Nangong Mountain and spared your life, you should compensate for it with some items." The scholar is no longer the polite person in Nangong Mountain. The scholar, from beginning to end, never let the barefoot Zhang eldest son say a word.
The scholar walked up to the man and said loudly, "I heard that there are nearly a hundred blue-wave stones growing in Wuxi Valley, which can make ordinary people develop wisdom and make practitioners realize the Tao and make their hearts pure. It is a rare treasure in the world."
"Bring it here."
According to later records, in the autumn of the thirty-fifth year of the Yuan calendar of Yizhangquan, the elder brother of Nangongshan came to Wulingpo with his formation, suppressing the eldest son of Zhang in Wuxi Valley and making it difficult to move, so he handed over five blue wave stones from his master's gate.
Nangong Mountain is full of willow trees, and it is difficult for the younger generations of formation masters in the world to reach their peaks.
