Yes.
The bench under the sick man's butt shook, and he stood up. Feng Qingyun glanced behind him.
"Miss Yingying, what are you talking about?"
Yingying was stunned and couldn't react for a while.
"Come on, the backyard is in this direction, right?"
The sick man took her hand, held the birds in his arms, and walked away from the battlefield with his arms around her under the stunned gazes of many people.
Very natural.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
"stop!"
The ghost-faced old man finally came to his senses.
"Being retained, passive value, +1."
Xu Xiaoshou stopped and didn't look back. He just raised the folding fan in his hand and shook it, lazily saying:
"I am not afraid of you, but I know that your boss is not here and I am too lazy to bully you."
"If you call me again, my guards will be rude."
The onlookers were shocked, and for a moment they didn't know whether this lazy attitude was just an act or if it was genuine.
But combined with the sick young man's trembling when he stood up just now...
Is it pretending?
right?
"Under suspicion, passive value, +652."
The ghost-faced old man's face darkened: "Then I won't be polite for now!"
He was extremely graceful and even made a point of informing him before taking action.
After saying that, he stepped out, the soles of his feet collapsed, and his burly figure shot through the air like lightning.
"Master, be careful!"
Yingying and Queer's pretty faces changed.
The sick young master dared to look down upon the second leader of the Ghost and God Gang and turned his back to him. The two of them were as terrified as a tiger by the name of the ghost-faced old man.
The ghosts and gods gang, local snakes.
Who among the locals doesn't know that this is a force established by Shen Yi in Yujing City to protect Yougui Pavilion and Aunt Xiang?
Over the years, not to mention Aunt Xiang's absence, those who dared to verbally blaspheme were found and killed by the Guishen Gang.
Now that Auntie Xiang has returned, the Ghosts and Gods Gang is waking up like a sleeping lion, reorganizing itself, and always preparing for war.
After all, God is also strong, and he had many enemies back then.
In recent days, there have been many people in Yougui Pavilion who wanted to cause trouble openly or covertly, but they were all intercepted in advance by the Ghosts and Gods Gang.
Not to mention the small ones.
Shen Yi himself is very at odds with Dao Qiongcang!
The Ghosts and Gods Gang knew about Aunt Xiang's return a month ago, so they held a swearing-in meeting, and were even prepared to fight against the Holy Temple - if the Holy Temple had any intention of attacking You Gui.
Now, the sick man's words directly provoked the deputies of the Ghost and God Gang. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a warning to some people!
Trouble comes from the mouth...
It's a pity that such a charming young man hasn't had time to enjoy it...
Yingying and Que'er each had their own thoughts and closed their eyes in despair.
Then when the shocking lightning flashed across his back, it suddenly stopped and a loud bang exploded on the ground.
rush!
"what sound?"
Yingying and Que'er didn't wait for the aftermath of Ghost Face's punch to kill themselves. They opened their eyes with difficulty and looked back, only to see that the Ghost Face old man had been controlled by a silver-white sword energy at some point.
The sword energy was unstoppable and its edge was unspeakable. It broke through the second and third floor rooms of Yougui Pavilion, penetrated the dark copper-colored osmanthus wood floor below, and even penetrated the formation protecting the pavilion.
"Susu..."
Until the sawdust rolled down from the top of the head, the onlookers woke up as if from a dream.
"Sword Qi!"
"Ancient Sword Cultivator!"
"Yes, Mr. Xu claims to be the descendant of the Eastern Sword Burial Tomb. It is not surprising that he is an ancient sword cultivator... But when did he take action?"
Everyone looked around and saw that the sick young man had a beautiful woman on his left and right hands, and the folding fan in his palm had obviously not moved.
That sword energy didn't come from him!
"Guard!"
"Master Xu is a descendant of Taixu, and he has an invisible guard!"
"The second boss..."
"Senior Ghost Face, be careful!"
"Be admired, passive value, +264."
"Under suspicion, passive value, +558."
"Received glare, passive value, +32."
In the sword energy, the ghost-faced old man looked surprised and suspicious.
He had tried his best to pay attention to this sick young man. After all, Feng Xiao had exaggerated his resignation and described Xu Gusheng, and he could feel a faint sense of threat when he was face to face.
I never thought that this sick young master had only one guard before he made a move, how amazing it was.
With this hand, "everything is a sword", when he took action, he could only see half of a finger flashing in the void. He didn't see everything, and he controlled it.
"Fluttering light!"
The ghost-faced old man let out a low roar, and his already burly and beast-like body swelled, revealing the outline of his knotted muscles.
There was a faint light coming from his body, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and the white temples turned gray-brown.
The terrifying air wave spread out like a mountain, pushing the spectators backwards and flying away, and the tables and chairs in Yougui Pavilion crackled and exploded.
"break!"
A little higher in the air, the ghost-faced old man suddenly broke through the blockade of the sword energy with his hands and body, and slapped the sick young man's back hard with his palm.
Physical skills? !
Xu Xiaoshou's pupils dilated slightly, and the paper fan in his hand moved downwards.
"Yes, sir."
A dull sound spread in the void.
At the same time, a tightly wrapped figure wearing a black combat uniform and a black faceless mask appeared.
He was stuck between the sick man and the ghost face. He faced the majestic palm, raised two fingers and stabbed straight away.
"Point."
Boom!
A very muffled sound boomed.
The fierce attack of the ghost-faced old man was once again stopped by force.
The concentrated power that penetrated the body like a shadowless sword could be seen with the naked eye as it stroked the old man's clothes from his chest to his back, then tore open the clothes on his back and stabbed him, then disappeared again.
"boom!"
The ghost-faced old man looked fine, but behind him, the entire expensive dark copper-colored osmanthus wood wall of Yougui Pavilion, together with the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, instantly collapsed.
Light penetrates from the outside world.
Passers-by on the long street cast suspicious glances immediately.
Among the collapsed walls, Feng Xiao dazedly wiped his left ear from an inexplicable cut of blood, and his whole body began to tremble.
He was just kicked away by Ghost Face Senior, and when he came back, he almost hit someone with his sword!
only……
Feng Xiao's trembling was not because of fear.
But because after crossing this wall, he saw the person who had blasted him away before and before, that guard!
And the sick young man guarded and pointed out the sword style on the palm of Senior Ghost Face!
"Ten-segment sword fingers..."
Feng Xiao looked like he had seen a ghost, "How do you know the full version of the ten-segment sword finger?!"
In Yougui Pavilion, passers-by on the long street all had wonderful expressions.
People in the Central Territory may not have any feelings about the new Seven Sword Immortals, but they are familiar with the Eighth Sword Immortals.
The ten-segment sword finger is exactly the famous stunt that Bazun is familiar with.
It is not very strong in itself. What is strong is the user's understanding of the way of the sword and the concept of the successful move of this style.
It is rumored that those who master the tenth level of sword fingering have a chance of understanding the basics of the second generation of sword reading.
Of course this is crazy!
But after the "fall" of the Eight Masters, the world could not find the complete version of the ten-segment sword finger, because the Eighth Sword Master was too lazy to teach his disciples.
Now, someone in Yougui Pavilion has used the full version of the ten-segment sword finger?
"Who!"
"There was a fight inside?"
"Hey, what a coincidence when I go to the market! I don't have money to enter Yougui Pavilion on weekdays. Today, the gate opens to welcome me. Let me have a good look... Damn, the ghosts and gods gang?"
"Scoot, scoot!"
In the center of the battle, the ghost-faced old man watched indifferently, only horrified by the pain in his palms and the coldness in his back.
It’s unbelievable that someone can still be hurt after turning on the fluctuating light.
Such a finger, such a "suggestion" must be a masterpiece. This ancient sword repair guard is not comparable to Feng Xiao and other dabblers!
"Ten-segment sword fingers..."
"This Xu Gusheng comes from the Sword Tomb in the Eastern Region. The Sword Tomb belongs to Wen Ting. Wen Ting and Ba Zun are good friends..."
The ghost-faced old man was surprised that he actually bumped into a descendant of a real ancient sword cultivator, and he was just a guard. But once the battle started, he had no intention of evading.
"Kaiyang!"
With another shout, the ghost-faced old man's shirt exploded. Qi and blood flowed rapidly throughout his body. His scarred half was as hot as a boiling pot, burning red.
When the treasure body is glowing with glow, it can be vaguely seen that the acupoints all over its body are like golden needles, glowing with dazzling light.
Amidst the sounds of crackling bones and biting bones, the ghost-faced old man made a rolling thunder sound in his throat, and the energy and blood in his body surged, turning into the roar of a dragon and elephant.
"Open it for me!"
After the power of his palm was exhausted, he actually took root in Wuming, regained his strength, and knocked back the sick master's guard three steps with a bang.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta."
The ghost-faced old man slapped the opponent away with a palm, and was pushed back half a step by the sword finger. After he calmed down, there was still surprise in his eyes.
Is this also the power of ten sword fingers?
It actually contains some physical techniques to counter shock... Those eight masters are indeed worthy of their reputation!
"The second true body was photographed and retreated?"
On the other side, Xu Xiaoshou hugged the two girls and looked back in surprise, as if looking at a monster.
This is the second true body, the strength of Holy Emperor Level 0, equivalent to half of the original body blessed by various exotic treasures, foreign objects, and supernatural powers.
Even if he doesn't push hard, he has always been able to knock others away, but now he will be forced back.
Doesn’t this mean that the physical power of the ghost-faced old man is terrifyingly strong?
"God also..."
"The gate of hell is closed, and God is called God..."
"Ghosts and Gods Gang, Second Leader, Ghost Face..."
Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful.
He once inquired about physical skills, and after getting no results, he found an opportunity to ask Ba Zunzhen.
Ba Zunzun once said that Shenyi's physical skills are not like his, which only has "body" and no "skills".
His major is a method of opening acupuncture points, which is called "ancient martial arts".
Ancient martial arts is like practicing ancient swordsmanship.
The latter is purely based on the talent for enlightenment, and if you don't realize it, you won't be able to realize it; the former is directly based on your physical aptitude, and you will die if you fail to practice.
Therefore, it is spread less and less, and its inheritance is almost cut off. It is even rarer than the dragon and phoenix, and there are only a few of them across the entire continent.
Even the eight masters who knew the ancient warriors, apart from Shenyi, only knew that there was one of the six divisions of the Holy Temple.
But the inheritance of the body part is even more discontinuous. It is because the gods have also succeeded that they are taken seriously. This is naturally different from the fierce man who calls himself a god after a ghost gate.
Now, it is obvious that the old man with a ghost face has practiced real ancient martial arts for a long time, that is, the method of opening and stabbing acupuncture points, and the "skill" of physical skills!
"Your Excellency is good at swordsmanship, what should I call you?"
The ghost-faced old man stopped his attack for a moment, looked at the healed blood hole in his palm, and looked at the sick young man's guard with startled eyes.
The power in his body was still burning, his face was red, his ears were red, and veins were popping out on his forehead. It was because curiosity suppressed his desire to fight.
The sick young master's guard remained silent.
The sick man rudely hit his guard on the back of the head with a folding fan, "His reputation is ruined."
The ghost-faced old man's eyes narrowed and his tone was unkind: "Mr. Xu, is this how you treat your subordinates?"
He turned his gaze again, "With all your amazing ancient swordsmanship, my brother can still compete for the title of the new Seven Sword Immortals, how can he be willing to be inferior to others?"
At this moment, the ghost-faced old man clearly saw the body of Brother Jinren, who was dressed in battle uniform and looked like a puppet, and raised his head, his eyes glimmering.
This look is so familiar!
Longing, longing, desire for the future and light... When I was young, didn't I also have this light in my eyes?
But with a slight pat from the sick man, the folding fan lowered Jinren's head, taking away his light along the way.
"A guard is a guard, and a slave is a slave."
"With this little strength, why are you talking about the New Seven Swordsmen? Are you as generous as that Feng Xiao?"
After swiping, everyone glanced outside Yougui Pavilion, even the brothers from the Ghosts and Gods Gang couldn't help but look over.
Feng Xiao's face turned red, he covered his ears and almost buried his head in his chest.
"All brothers!"
He suddenly raised his head again, regained his energy, strode into the pavilion, and said as he walked:
"I can't do it anymore."
"But you are a true descendant of the Burial Sword Tomb. You have cultivated ten-level sword fingers, and you can even hurt Senior Ghost Face. How can you be inferior to others with such a cultivation level?"
"We, the sword cultivators, should move forward bravely and fight for our reputation... You have the appearance of the Seven Swordsmen!"
The sick young master smiled behind his fan when he heard this, with a stern look in his eyes: "You are a defeated general, do you have a place to talk here?"
"I must be defeated by you!" Feng Xiao shouted angrily, not wanting to talk to this useless young master, and looked at the guards, "You..."
"No need to say more, my guard will never leave me...right? Jinren."
"Yes!" The second real body turned around helplessly and nodded in cooperation.
The ghost-faced old man became angry when he saw this.
Such a swordsmanship was actually broken into the hands of a sick and weak young master. What clues did he have in his hands?
If the Ghosts and Gods Gang can recruit this person...
He turned his eyes and Feng Xiao received it. He walked over with his head held high and said seriously: "Brother Jinren, I didn't say that..."
"If you didn't say it, then don't say it!"
"Xu Gusheng, shut up! What do you know about ancient sword cultivation?" Feng Xiao was really angry now.
"Oh, then you know how to cultivate ancient swords very well?" The sick man didn't hesitate, came over with a fan, and sneered:
"It was your sword Twilight, which couldn't even protect you, that made you successful and made you understand ancient sword cultivation."
"Or is it because your swordsmanship is so high that you dare to speak so eloquently in front of me, the heir of the Sword Tomb?"
Feng Xiao's momentum froze and his face turned green and white.
Thinking that his sword was broken by the guard ordered by this person, he became angry and wanted to speak out.
The sick man snorted coldly, Feng Xiao's words got stuck in his throat for no reason and he couldn't come out.
The eyes of all onlookers, including Yougui Pavilion and passers-by outside the street, converge.
Even the ghost-faced old man looked at the sick young man silently, watching as his aura followed him, rising steadily.
"I don't know how you people in the Central Region view ancient sword cultivators, how to imitate ancient sword cultivators, how to imitate ancient sword cultivators, and how to imitate ancient sword cultivators."
"But the ancient sword cultivators I've seen in the Eastern Region can risk their entire family to protect a sword!"
"Even if it fails, even if they die, even if one or two members of the clan die... a true ancient sword cultivator never gives up on the way in her heart."
The sick man's eyes were burning, staring at Feng Xiao, whose face turned pale and his figure was swaying, and he sneered:
"You are the throne of swordsmanship!"
"I don't believe it, sir. We just fought, and you have no ability to protect your sword."
"It's just that in your heart, Jinren is much stronger than you. If you go too far, if you are abrupt, if you resist, you will die."
"Your life is higher than your sword, and all you can do is howl... A person like you, who calls himself an ancient sword cultivator and has insulted too many people, still dares to talk about swords in front of me?"
The paper fan lightly hit Feng Xiao's trembling face, and then slowly raised his chin.
With a "poof" sound, Feng Xiao's body was shaken by thunder, and blood flowed to his heart. His eyes were blurred on the spot, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
The sick man turned sideways in time, swung his folding fan, and hid half of his face.
"Change the route, you are not worthy of holding a sword!"
(End of chapter)
