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The little monk was staggering around, his face was red, but he didn't look very old, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his appearance was very handsome.
His body was fair, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was half drunk and half awake. He saw some women returning from washing clothes by the river with their mouths wide open.
"Monk's wine! Don't look back when you reach the other shore! Monk's wine! Spring and Autumn are determined under the bodhi tree..."
It wasn't until the young monk disappeared that the women came back to their senses. All of them looked strange. They saw that the young monk had also ordered his scars. Monks don't all abide by the rules and precepts, so why did a fair-weather monk come here?
Hu Mansion.
In front of the wing, the slender body of the young man in black robes was taut, his eyes were serious and cold, and his hot breath was escaping. The air behind him was slightly distorted, and there was a flash of red light, as if something was trying to break free.
The coldness is pressing, not like the coldness of this winter, but a chill that seems to be able to freeze people's souls deeply.
Several middle-aged Jianghu people soon couldn't bear it anymore and staggered back, leaving only the young man in black robes and Su Qinian, who was a foot away behind him.
"This young man..."
At this moment, Su Qinian stood out from the crowd, and the faces of several Jianghu people were pale, with doubts in their eyes.
Mr. Hu's eyes lit up. The Maojiu Jianghu people and the high-level "Benma Jin" were close to the sixth level of perfection. He didn't know this young man in black robe, but an inconspicuous person like Su Qinian The young man, he originally thought he was just a naive youngster who wanted to join in the fun and show his enthusiasm, but he didn't expect to receive such an accident.
"People should not be judged by their appearance. The sages from ancient times have said this. As a scholar, I have also been distracted recently. I have forgotten that I usually don't panic when things change. My eyes have gone astray!"
Mr. Hu sighed in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the young body in the wing. Looking at that chilling little face, the old man's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and his breathing became stagnant.
"You monster, you haven't shown yourself yet!"
Abruptly, the young man in black robe bowed like a horse, and with a cold scolding, the air behind him melted away, and a fiery red horse moved its hooves and strode into the world with its head held high.
""The Power of the Galloping Horse" has seven levels of perfection, the power of a fierce horse!"
Several Jianghu people exclaimed, they didn't expect this young man who looked rather cold and arrogant to have such amazing cultivation. The seventh level of "Benma Jin" was completed, and he already had the ability to attack the foundation, open up the Dantian, and breed the inner family's true energy. Qualified.
"Wait! What kind of monster! Is this child possessed by a monster? Why can't he sense the evil spirit?"
Immediately afterwards, the man Mao Jiu's face turned even paler. Possession by an evildoer was not a trivial matter. It could not be achieved even by powerful monsters, let alone making people unable to feel the evil spirit. At this time, several Jianghu people felt their spines grow. Cold, if it were true, it would probably be hard to be kind to.
What!
Mr. Hu was also frightened. Monster? What monster? His little grandson is possessed by a monster?
Mr. Hu has read a lot of the seventy-seven forty-nine volumes of "The Demon Sutra" published and engraved by the Royal Academy. However, no matter what the records and descriptions are, after being possessed by a demon, there will almost never be a good end. And his little grandson just turned three years old four days ago.
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that this young man in black robes could also tell the truth from the truth. However, judging from the rising energy and blood fluctuations of this person and the fists he put on, he was clearly the seventh-level "Galloping Horse", and He could also vaguely see now that the monster in Hu's house might not be that simple.
Cackling!
At this time, the little boy in the side room looked at the young man in black robes, his pale green eyes showing a sharp look, but the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider, and the child's giggles went straight into the person's head.
A dark wind rose, a strong wind swept across the sky, dust filled the sky, and something happened in the blink of an eye.
When everyone could see clearly again, everyone couldn't help but tremble in their calves, because at this moment, they were still in the Hu Mansion. They were stepping on sticky wet mud, which smelled rancid, and they could see the naked flesh on the ground. Among the white bones, there are pieces of broken or crooked stone tablets, and there are also wooden inscriptions, but they have long been decayed and rotten, and the inscriptions cannot be seen clearly.
Dots of green phosphorus fire floated, and the cold air was several times stronger than before.
Now, the little boy was standing in front of a broken monument with a missing corner. At his feet were bones piled up into a hill. His giggles were like the hands summoning souls from hell.
"This is the mass grave on the hill behind the village, where the bones of villagers killed by monsters in the past are buried!"
The young couple exclaimed, and their expressions changed drastically. Why did they suddenly arrive here.
"No, this is an illusion!"
After all, a few Jianghu people have some knowledge. Although they have not been able to get out of a county, they are not completely ignorant.
"It is rumored that there are monsters or monsters with powerful spirits that can confuse people's hearts, create illusions, and make people sink, lose, and eventually die."
"It's indeed a monster! We are trapped in an illusion, but how do we break out of this illusion? Some historical notes contain martial arts masters who have developed inner qi. They are determined and use their strength to break the path and forcibly destroy the illusion. "
Hanzi Maojiu and others quickly panicked. They were still small figures in Qingshan Town, but in the entire Yunyang County, they were just ordinary people. They had never seen such a scene before, and they were completely helpless.
"The monster still harms people!"
Suddenly, the young man in black robe took action. He was like a galloping horse. He stepped forward and jumped over the cliff of the deep stream. The sound of his fists was sharp. The fiery red horse neighed and galloped, becoming one with him. This way The vision also made Su Qinian's eyes filled with brilliance.
The man and the horse are united into one, enchanted and mesmerized!
This is a symbol of the mastery of all the seven-position horse-shaped boxing. The power of a fierce horse is integrated into one's own body. The man and the horse are one, and the whole body's strength is 100%, enough to display 120% of the offensive power.
call!
As soon as the black-robed young man's fist passed through, the little boy's figure was shattered like an illusion.
"The illusion is full of phantoms!" The man Mao Jiu said hoarsely.
However, the young man in black robe was still standing, and even at the moment when his fist passed through the little boy, he did not show any surprise. He suddenly turned around, and one fist burst out one after another, three punches in a row, almost like a galloping horse.
"Good boxing skills!"
Su Qinian exclaimed, this is no longer Horse-shaped Boxing. This young man in black robe really has the skills to press the box. Even in Su Qinian's opinion, this boxing technique is not much worse than the Turtle Snake Boxing. The fiery red color that envelopes the young man The fierce horse also surged in an instant, taking on the appearance of a sweaty horse.
Bang!
The young man in black robe stopped. He punched the air, but it seemed to be blocked. The void shook, and a young figure appeared. He put his little hand on the edge of the fist and shook slightly.
Kick, kick, kick!
The expression of the young man in black robe changed. He stepped back seven or eight steps and stood still. His eyes became more solemn than ever before.
"It's not a monster! Monsters don't understand martial arts changes, so they can't block my punches so easily. You are a monster!"
As soon as the young man in black robe said this, it was shocking!
What is a demon race? Compared with the human race, such an alien race has too strong talents. The natural demon body and blood are much stronger than those of human races of the same age. They also have many talents. The various martial arts of the demon race are strange and changeable. Even above the transformation of the demonic path, the most important thing is that as long as the demon clan reaches adulthood, it can almost have the power of a fierce horse. With a little practice, it is very likely to breed the inner family's true energy.
Although the emperors of the Han Dynasty have attached great importance to martial arts, and even the Royal Academy has compiled "Benma Jin" suitable for people all over the world to practice, the human race is relatively innately weak, and the rate of being able to cultivate the inner family's true energy is still far lower than that of the demon race.
Su Qinian's pupils were also slightly condensed, just like a martial arts practitioner walking around the world. He was not a great sect like Wudang, whose foundation-building skills were incomparable. Without establishing a foundation in martial arts, it would be difficult to even leave a county, and it would be difficult to switch to a demon clan. Similarly, there are martial arts sects, aristocratic families, and even the Dragon Guards and local garrisons of the Celestial Dynasty Dragon Guard Villa. They often clean up the monsters lurking in the wilderness. Generally speaking, those who dare to appear in the Celestial Dynasty and enter the counties and towns are inhabited by people. There are very few in the land who have not yet laid foundations. (Updated at noon. Recommended votes, recommended votes, collections, collections, blah blah blah!)
