In fact, Yan Jiaqing has not taken action several times since he found a teacher to make a living at the foot of Nangong Mountain. When Shan Taorong came to the mountain with one of the five unique children who looked like a boy, Yun Zhong had heard about Liu Qing. Speaking of which, this person was probably able to use the yellow dragon to fight against Shan Tao Rong. Although he didn't necessarily gain the slightest advantage, it was just a trial move, and he never showed any exquisite magical power from beginning to end, but it was also a rare method. After all, this In the world, Shantaorong is the only one who has stood firmly on that spot for many years. No one has ever been able to surpass this old man who is extremely old and has a realm as majestic as a mountain. He can resist two hands with all four realms. Look, Without hurting himself, with such ability, no one knows how far Yan Jiaqing can hide his edge.
At the very least, there is absolutely no chance for Yunzhong and Ling Tengqi, who has fallen into the spiritual path.
"How?" Seeing the young man's expression of deep anger, Yan Jiaqing, who was disguised as a doctor, smiled even more intensely, and still sat cross-legged on the ground. Although the spring rain was rushing, not a drop of rain fell on him, "If you two can please move away. Step forward and make a way, then you can do whatever you want, but if you can't, you might as well turn around and go back, don't always think about rushing to the stage and knocking everyone over."
Most people say that a national chess player may not be terrible. If you encounter such a vulgar person who overturns the chessboard with a raised hand and wants to give the national player a beating, it is reasonable to say that it is hard to explain. But in this situation, a Firstly, the chessboard is stable and rooted in the same place. Secondly, the chess player has to change his skin every time he travels to the mountains, but he really can't win.
Ling Tengqi, however, was suspicious. He frowned, pointed at the doctor in front of him, turned around and asked Yunzhong, "Is this the one who uses the pen to use his magical powers?"
The young man nodded, still staring at the doctor for a moment, scanning the latter's body in all directions, but he still made no move.
"Then this man has magical powers. I guess that's what happened. But I believe in the saying of retaliation in this world. Being cruel and vicious often leads to the worst death." Ling Tengqi smiled, turned over and dismounted, Two palms were extended.
Although it was only a month since he used his remaining cultivation level to strike last time, the old man still raised his palms and let his energy flow for five seconds. As the strength of his fists circulated, the rain suddenly revealed a smooth road without rain. This punch was sent out instantly, until It hit the yellow wooden medicine box on the doctor's shoulder. When the force of the punch was strong, the raindrops did not fall.
There is no such bluestone road at the entrance of the village. After all, it is thirty miles outside the capital, and there are always few people living there. It is even more far away from the official road, so it is just a dirt road, and the rainwater makes it even muddy. The impact of this punch The majestic force caused hundreds of muddy streams to splash out in all directions.
After all, the yellow dragon on the doctor's shoulder did not continue to pretend to be a wooden box. Instead, it shook its head and tail and stretched its waist, forcing its body to bear the power of this domineering punch. There was ridicule in its eyes, and it did not fight back, but it was still hanging on the doctor's shoulder.
"If you had never fallen off the cultivation path, but had been hit by a punch in your heyday, even if Huanglong was safe and sound, I would still be shocked to the point of coughing out a lot of blood." Yan Jiaqing raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth, "It's a pity. After all, God is not in line with people's wishes. Today's boxing power is probably less than 10%. How many times can senior punch like this?"
When he finished speaking, Ling Tengqi's face suddenly turned pale, his shoulders heaved, and he could hardly keep his body steady. However, Yun Zhong was quick to jump off the horse and reached out to help him, and he could barely hold on.
There is nothing wrong with what Yan Jiaqing said. The old man is indeed at the end of his strength, and he has only been able to show off his magical power for less than a month. Now if he uses it forcefully, it is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. No matter how much inner energy he has, it will be dissipated in an instant. After a few breaths, blood bleeds from the corner of the mouth, and it is difficult to perform even half a move.
"You are always a rare person in the capital city of Yizhang. The number of steps you walked back then, after calculations and many days of exploration, is probably similar to that of Shan Taorong today. If you hadn't suffered a sudden disaster, I think you would have been by now. After entering the fifth realm, you may not really be able to compete with the leader of the Five Ultimate Realms, but at least you have entered the fifth realm. When Yun Yun has not repaired his meridians, he will learn boxing from you, but I am quite relieved."
Still speaking in an indifferent tone, Yan Jiaqing looked at Yun Zhong through the heavy rain, "The situation is irreversible. It should be a good thing that the trapped beast is still fighting, but you, the kid, were born with only one life, leaving countless people in the world who are still trapped in the fire and water. To save, you have to die at this critical juncture. This is foolishness. However, knowing that you are defeated and still refusing to wait quietly and taking action is unwise. Wu Shuang will take you from the town to Nangong Mountain to preach and cultivate. Could it be that the sword is just to add another white flag in the future?"
Yun Zhong gritted his teeth, but still pulled out the sword from his waist, rushed away from Chunyu, and stepped suddenly.
In the village, the roar of the sword still lingered. The man killed the two people in front of him, twisted the tip of the knife, and kicked the beast in front of him in the side. However, he took a step forward and placed the two swords behind the man, using the strength of his retreat. , Sheng Sheng stabbed the two knives into the man's waist and ribs, entering from the lower abdomen. The tip of the knife came out from the throat, blood sprayed, but because of this, he was hit by two knives in succession, one of which was cut at the left wrist, and there was no soft armor to block it. , almost gave up the knife, but still gritted his teeth and held the knife in his palm tightly, taking several steps back.
There were six corpses lying around in the field. They were all killed with a single blow. He specifically picked out the most vulnerable spots and struck them. Over the years, the man had conducted secret investigations and traveled through many places. After all, he had peeled off the layers of fake skin from the coat of the ferocious warrior, and had become a master at it. Several chapters of strange and unpredictable sword moves were specially designed to deal with Xieyi's sword moves, and they could only barely kill six people. The other dozens of people had no intention of retreating, and still firmly occupied the four directions, making it difficult to escape. Flee in defeat.
It is rare for the ferocious warriors to soak their blades with poison. If they are soaked with poison, most of them will not cause death. However, this poison is not necessarily inferior to the poison that can cause bloodshed and death on scratch hooks. After just a while, the man felt that the world was spinning. , even if he tried hard, he almost fell to the ground, and he had to cut his palm with the blade of the knife to regain his consciousness. Otherwise, his body was already limp, so he had to surrender.
The dozens of leaves that he brought with him were blocked by the knife in the hand of the ferocious warrior, and there was no room left to use them.
The man wiped off the rain and blood on his face, and finally did not dare to look into the thatched cottage behind him.
In the thatched cottage, Pang Qingfeng looked at the two knives in front of him. The swords were shining like water, and the sound of several knives clashing outside the door was endless. It seemed that the two sides were still equally divided, and there was no winner or loser. But after he had been clear of eyesight since he was a child, It sounded to Pang Qingfeng that the man was two or three breaths slower when he drew the sword than at the beginning. Without even looking, he could probably guess what the current situation was like. Anyone in fire red clothes will die if they take action, let alone deal with the youngest son of the general's mansion who should have died in the general's mansion many years ago and was licked to ashes by the tongue of fire. All means must be used. Make sure to kill the game today.
When Pang Lushan asked his youngest son to observe military records at the age of five, he accidentally noticed that Pang Qingfeng was a rare talent. He knew the right way to advance and retreat. At his young age, he was actually able to cross the six-way sand table with his commanders. Although he was Despite repeated defeats and battles, he has been able to tell when troops are lining up and is best at calculating. Although he is still young, he can already see the current situation clearly and clearly.
"But I didn't expect that this ability would be used at this time. I have forgotten my family background in ten years of dreams, and I can't even recognize my brother." The young man smiled and looked at the woman in front of him, "Don't forget to paint the painting. Take it with you, if you really go to Nanli in the future and tell me about what you saw and heard, if we meet by chance, the only thing I can bring out, except these two paintings, is this abandoned horse."
The sound of spring rain outside the thatched cottage.
Pang Qingfeng leaned on the woman's shoulder and lowered his eyelids, "I have been struggling to survive for many years, and now I know why. It turns out that it is just to help my sweetheart escape from the mortal world."
"Miss Du, I'm a little tired. Please go to bed first."
Abandoned horses and pawns are expensive, and blood is gurgling.
When Pang Qingfeng leaned on Du Ruhui's shoulder, he also took advantage of the situation and raised his chest to the sharp tip of the knife.
Du Ruhui had killed many people, and many of them kowtowed repeatedly when they saw the ferocious envoys coming to their door. Many of them could not control themselves, and were so frightened that they fainted on the spot, or their hems were wet. One was a fat man weighing two to three hundred kilograms. The officer knelt down in front of Hong Yi and said that his concubine was still pregnant. Please forgive me for a few days and don't take my life. At this time, Du Ruhui never stopped, but put the tip of the knife to her heart. Holding the back of the head with one hand, the blade of the knife entered the chest, missing the hard bones, and passed through the chest for more than ten breaths. Most of it was blocked by the skin and flesh, and the muffled sound was the most unpleasant.
But when Pang Qingfeng thrust his chest into the tip of the knife, Du Ruhui could hear the sound clearly even though she couldn't move.
It also didn't sound good, but Du Ruhui felt that a sharp long knife had been inserted into her heart. When Pang Qingfeng made no movement, the woman did not take a breath, but always stared at the two legs stretched out from behind Pang Qingfeng. The knife has a long handle, and the blood on the blade quickly flowed cleanly along the blood groove. It is indeed a good knife.
The word "noble" is clearly what the master of the Huchao Pavilion said to him, advising him not to choose a good job arranged by his father, who was very powerful in the court, but to pay more attention to the people in front of him, even if it was just a chance encounter. , even though it was just a remnant of the Pang family, and even though from beginning to end, he only painted two paintings for women.
In the village, a woman's shrill cries pierced the sound of rain.
Two horses galloped over, separating the man in red from the man in red. The latter was unable to lower his hands, but his eyes were full of blood.
I remember that when Pang Qingchen returned home, he happened to see the lights of the Pang Mansion. He visited many places in succession and suffered a lot of hardships before he learned the skill of disguise. After the news, he found his little boy in a chicken coop. Brother, without any explanation, he carried Pang Qingfeng to the tavern, pressed the wind pool tightly, and forcibly changed the appearance of the helpless younger brother. He kept his name anonymous and stayed in the tavern for fear of ten years.
The spring rain is still there.
After all, the youngest son of the Pang family failed to call him brother before he died.
