"Hello, please drink this nectar. This is the rule of our Fulong Village. It is non-toxic, so feel free to taste it!"
Xin Zhuo looked in front of him. He was wearing a navy blue policeman's uniform, a fringed black gauze, and a long knife on his waist. He had a slim figure, a thin mouth, a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and an aggressive look in his eyes.
Three words can't help but pop up in my mind: Pu Xin Nu!
Judging from the blood energy fluctuations, he is only at the eighth level, but he unabashedly displays a vain self-confidence. This has nothing to do with the majesty of the government, but is purely a personal performance.
Of course, he still has a very good attitude towards potential sacrifices, like a hotel manager, showing six big white teeth.
"good!"
Yuan Mo'er couldn't understand the smile on his face, but he agreed readily and moved neatly. He picked up the broken bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Compared with Chen Jing's mature and steady attitude, it left people speechless.
He just put down the broken bowl and spat: "Head Xin doesn't know how to treat guests. This water is hard to drink, like water from an old well that has dried up!"
Isn't it just that the old well is dry?
"Ah, change it next time. I would like to ask this head catcher, what is the most important thing in life? This is about the deletion of torture on Miss Su."
Xin Zhuo glanced at Su Miaojin, who was sitting on a bamboo stool next to him. He had fallen into a state of silence since Chen Jing came down the mountain, and then he still said the same old story.
"Of course..." Yuan Moer pondered for a moment. There are many most important things in life, and those that belong to you are all important. If you want to make a choice...
She said calmly: "Of course it is my martial arts and my innocence. Martial arts is my own way of establishing my life, and my innocence is my virtue as a woman. The same goes for Miss Su."
She finally glanced at Su Miaojin. This was actually her kind intention, and she wanted to point out that Miss Su should not be offended.
Su Miaojin glanced back, her expression unclear and without the slightest hint of gratitude.
I want your martial arts and integrity? It was a bit wretched, Xin Zhuo said: "I want your martial arts in exchange for torture on Miss Su. I will not let you teach this martial arts, but you must swear that it belongs to me, no problem?"
Yuan Mo'er didn't understand Xin Zhuo's logic, but she was a pure warrior. She didn't bother to ask what she didn't understand, and she couldn't teach him anyway: "Yes!"
"Please make a written statement!"
"good!"
Yuan Mo'er simply wrote a line of beautiful small characters.
Xin Zhuo energetically summoned "Wang Yue Well", and as expected, there was an extra sacrifice spirit. The spirit of the contract in Wang Yue Well was really reliable, and it appeared immediately after the word was dropped.
[Sacrifice to the spirit: 8/15. 】
[Yuan Mo'er: Debt 77, 21 years old, life expectancy 33, eighth grade, average appearance, conceited, simple.
The True Secret of Three-Yuan Miaotong: Mahayana.
Lingfeng Miaowu: Mahayana.
Nine crouching tiger claws: Hinayana.
Nine consecutive rain-breaking knife: Hinayana. 】
There are many techniques, the names are okay, and they are at least proficient in Hinayana. No wonder he is extremely confident.
grab:
Yuehua:55/100.
[Mahayana’s Three-Yuan Miaotong True Technique]
【Mahayana's wonderful dance in the wind】
[Stable eighth-level realm]
this……
They were supposed to grab the eight shared sacrificial spirits together, but the other six people and one dog were blocked, and they actually grabbed three abilities from one sacrificial spirit.
Could it be that "Wangyuejing" judged that this female head catcher's one-minded technique and one light skill were extremely desirable?
This is an unexpected surprise!
I already have the True Yang Mind Technique. Logically speaking, it is impossible to temporarily change the skills. I can only merge the two mental techniques, Qing Gong and Eighth Grade Realm Absorption!
He stretched out his finger and touched the water well, then clicked the [True Yang Heart Technique] to create a whirlpool.
I felt as if most of the strength that originally existed in my body had been drained out of me all at once, leaving me feeling limp and weak.
Fusion:
Yuehua:45/100.
[Three Yuan True Yang Supremacy Mind Method]
【Mahayana's wonderful dance in the wind】
[Stable eighth-level realm]
After taking a breath, this mutated mentality finally didn't have the word "dog" in it. Otherwise, the whole person would look like a dog, so how could he go out and have fun?
absorb:
There was an indescribable soreness and numbness in the body, like being bitten by thousands of insects. The acupuncture points and muscles and bones kept squirming, and it was extremely painful.
[Well owner: Xin Zhuo]
[Region: Eighth level, two out of seven enters the next seventh level]
…
[Dharma: Three Yuan True Yang Supreme Mind Dharma]
[Skills: Messy and confusing dog-like sword skills,
A series of three-injury Zhiyang fist that moves like a dog plowing the clouds.
Mahayana Lingfeng Wonderful Dance Qinggong]
After Yuan Moer finished writing the note, she stepped back and saw Xin Zhuo sometimes raising his hand, sometimes thinking deeply, as if staring at something, and finally there was a trace of pain on his face.
This made her extremely shocked. She subconsciously looked at Su Miaojin, seeking the answer. Could this kid have epilepsy?
Su Miaojin frowned slightly, and she also didn't know why. Chen Jing lost to Xin Zhuo's fist earlier, which made her extremely puzzled, because Chen Jing had no reason to lose.
Therefore, she was thinking seriously about Xin Zhuo, what kind of master taught him, and what kind of character he had?
Therefore, she couldn't give Yuan Mo'er an answer, so she had to shake her head slightly.
Yuan Mo'er's heart moved slightly. This was a good opportunity. He moved his feet slightly and was close to between Su Miaojin and Xin Zhuo. His right hand touched the handle of the knife.
At this moment, Xin Zhuo's body suddenly shook with an invisible wave.
"Snapped!"
The broken bowl filled with water and preserved fruits and candied fruits were rushed off the table and fell to the floor. Two signed documents flew in the air.
What the hell kind of energy fluctuation is this?
Yuan Moer's heart was awe-inspiring and she didn't dare to move rashly. She couldn't help but returned to her original position with a hint of awkward smile on her face: "Master Xin, I heard that your Excellency has become crazy about martial arts. Not only is your sword skill mysterious, but your boxing skills are also excellent. You don't know how to do Qinggong." How about it? I’m not talented, so I’d like to give it a try.”
Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to answer, Wufeng's official robes vibrated automatically, and his body seemed to be lifted a little inexplicably, becoming light and airy: "Use the mountain stronghold as the base, go around three times, and the first to return is the winner."
As he spoke, his body danced gracefully, and in the blink of an eye he came to Su Miaojin's side, walked around in a circle, and suddenly arrived in the courtyard.
Su Miaojin immediately clenched her fists, grabbed something, raised her spirits, and looked at Xin Zhuo, her beautiful eyes full of hope.
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a moment. He didn't know what these catchers were doing. Why did they always want to compete with him? But he also wanted to try his new "stolen" self-reduction skills.
According to the method in his mind, the clothes automatically moved without wind, lightly touched the ground, stood up, and chased after him while dancing.
The look in Su Miaojin's eyes disappeared little by little, and turned into disappointment.
Is this little thief really good at Qinggong?
He quickly got up and went out.
In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang raised their heads and were watching the two figures one behind the other, their mouths slightly open, with a look of surprise on their faces.
Chen Jing's defeat earlier gave them a great shock. After all, the technique was mysterious and too difficult to practice. The extreme "torture" and destruction of the body, coupled with pain and suffering, were difficult for ordinary people to endure.
They clearly saw the horror of Chen Jing's boxing skills, but they ended up vomiting blood and were defeated cleanly by the master's punches.
The head of the family is only sixteen years old, and he is outstanding in swordsmanship and boxing skills.
They even suspected that the great master had secretly hidden secrets and refused to teach them, and that he had the same problem as the old master.
Now even Qinggong is so strong?
"I want to be the wife of the head of the family and drink his spirit every day!" Han Qiniang clenched her fists, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.
"Shut up! You're talking nonsense! Why drink Lingjin!" Cui Ying'er subconsciously rebuked.
Yuan Mo'er, who was flying and climbing on the eaves with her figure blurred, began to think about how to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack and injure Xin Zhuo. After all, a light kung fu test could not hurt anyone.
Yes, she is very confident!
If he were a sixty-year-old bandit, she might be afraid of him, but she would never believe that a sixteen-year-old boy could be proficient in various martial arts. Is he still a human being?
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed past him, running very fast.
