"What a cunning thief!"
Hu Long saw through the opponent's intention, yelled and jumped several feet into the air, raised his hand and threw a large number of copper coins, hitting every piece of broken pottery to the ground with great precision.
Cheng Lingsu opened the black umbrella in his hand and used a move taught by Hu Long on the road. He danced like a cloud to block the wine flying towards him without letting a drop of it get on his body.
Some of the alcohol was not within her protection range, and it splashed all over the heads and faces of the audience in the back. Although they were hit with pain on their faces and cursed at their mouths, luckily none of them were seriously injured.
Hu Long's body was twisting and turning in the air like a swimming dragon, and he threw himself head and feet towards Wen Zuiweng who was about to escape. With both palms out, his momentum was like a dome collapsing, faintly covering the space of about ten feet, making it impossible for the opponent to escape.
After all, Wen Zuiweng was the leader of the sect. At the critical moment, he could only put aside the fear in his heart, gather all his strength into his palms, and use his palms to attack Hu Long's kill.
The four palms intersected, making a thunderous sound.
A blush flashed across Wen Zuiweng's face for an instant, his body was shaken but his steps did not move, but his feet had sunk into the solid ground up to his insteps.
Hu Yuan, on the other hand, took advantage of the counter-shock force in his palms, and his body flew upwards like a rubber ball. He did a somersault in the air and then fell down again. He still pressed his head down like a mountain with his palms.
Before Wen Zuiwen could move his feet, he could only grit his teeth and use his palms to fight Hu Long again.
After another dull roar, his feet sank a few inches down to his calves. His face was as pale as paper, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered severe internal injuries.
Hu Long's body flipped in the air like a flying bear, fully demonstrating the lightness and agility of the "Iron Sword Sect", and the third palm with the power of the mountain fell again.
Wen Zuiweng still couldn't move his body, so he could only spit out a roar mixed with blood, and raised his palms for the third time.
Seeing that the four palms were touching each other, suddenly a figure rushed out from the crowd and punched the back of Hu Huan's head, who was hanging upside down in the air. The moment the punch hit, the man let out a sharp shout: " Show mercy!"
This behavior of taking action first and speaking out later seemed to have the intention of "surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao" to force Hu Long to stop, but on the inside it seemed more like taking the opportunity to take Hu Long's life.
"Brother, be careful!"
Seeing someone suddenly attacking with a killing move, Cheng Lingsu changed his color and exclaimed, and quickly clasped the middle finger of his left hand under his thumb and flicked it. The medicinal powder hidden in the nails turned into a wisp of smoke that was almost invisible to the naked eye and flew out from the fingertips.
However, her martial arts skills were not yet top-notch, so her reaction was always slower than that person's.
Hu Yuan felt the evil wind blowing at the back of his head, and judged that his martial arts skills were far superior to that of Wen Zuiweng, but he did not feel a trace of panic in his heart. He hurriedly hid his head and neck, shrugged his shoulders and arched his back, avoiding the vital parts of the back of his head, and forcefully withstood it with his right shoulder. This punch.
When a fierce and domineering fist force broke into his body, his "Liangyi Xuan Gong", which had been distributed on his shoulders and back for a long time and was almost completed in practice, immediately started to operate. Two internal forces, one yin and one yang, one soft and one hard. The two invisible millstones rotated in opposite directions, instantly consuming all the power of the fist.
With a loud bang, Hu Long and Wen Zuiwen struck each other with four palms, then turned over and landed behind him.
At this moment, Wen Zuiweng's legs were sunk deep into the ground from his knees down, and he stood motionless like a wooden sculpture. Blood was dripping from all his facial features, and his appearance was extremely terrifying.
The man felt that his punch, which was capable of breaking open monuments and cracking rocks, was not successful. Just when he was shocked by the opponent's unfathomable skills, the wisp of smoke ejected by Cheng Lingsu flew in front of him.
The descendant of the King of Poison Hand Medicine made a move, which was naturally extraordinary. Cheng Lingsu mixed the stamen powder of the King of Poisons "Qixin Begonia" into the medicine powder, which not only eliminated all the odor of the medicine, but also improved the medicine's properties several times.
The man was completely unaware of Cheng Lingsu's move and inadvertently inhaled a trace of the powder. He was immediately hit and fell unconscious without any resistance.
"Brother, have you ever been hurt?" Cheng Lingsu walked up to him with concern on his face and asked.
Hu Yuan waved his hand to show that it was okay. While secretly adjusting his breath and luck, smoothing out the energy and blood that had been slightly shaken by the punch, he looked at the sneak attacker with a cold light.
This man is a muscular man in his thirties, with the bare eyebrows above his eyes, which makes his big, fleshy face even more sinister. At first glance, he is a standard villain template.
Cheng Lingsu reminded in a low voice: "Brother, this person's behavior is quite suspicious."
"You will know the whole story when I ask you later." Hu Dong nodded and answered. He first walked to the dead Wen Zuiweng, took his luggage, and rummaged through it to find an invitation to the "Eight Drunken Immortals" palm. After receiving the invitation from the disciple to attend the meeting, he gently lifted the man up by his belt and walked away from the crowd.
From the beginning to the end, the two officers present did not interfere in the slightest. They only collected Wen Zuiweng's body after the incident and divided up his belongings.
The two of them walked along the remote alleys, and carefully observed to make sure that no one was following them. They walked in a big circle before returning to the secret branch of the "Tiandihui".
In the yard behind, Hu Long threw the man to the ground, took off the gourd from his waist and took a sip of wine, then nodded to Cheng Lingsu beside him.
Cheng Lingsu understood, he raised his left index finger and flicked it. Another wisp of smoke flew out and hit the man's face. This time it was the antidote.
This method of administering drugs was not taught by her master, but was developed and taught to her by Hu Long based on the "Iron Sword Sect" hidden weapon technique. Combined with the various strange poisons of the Medicine King's lineage, it was really hard to guard against.
The man woke up very quickly. He opened his eyes in just a few breaths. He pressed his palms on the ground with vigilance and stood up straight. With a look of caution on his face, he stood up a few steps away. Hu and Cheng confronted each other.
Hu Long asked calmly, with an expression that did not distinguish between joy and anger: "Who are you, and why do you want to attack Pindao?"
Facing Hu Yuan's questioning, the man showed no fear and was confident even though he was a prisoner. He snorted coldly: "A man can't change his name or surname, but I am in Zhenhai. The reason why I took action just now is because I can't stand what you did." What you did. Wen Zuiweng is also the leader of a sect. Don’t you think it’s a bit too much to kill them all like this?”
"Yu Zhenhai..." Hu Yuan looked at this person again, then suddenly smiled and said, "It turns out that he is the chief protector of the Red Flower Society, Yu. I am disrespectful."
As one of the people Hu Yun had specially ordered to pay attention to, detailed information about this person is included in his "Qilin Hall".
Yu Zhenhai is the son of Yu Wanting, the old helmsman of the "Red Flower Club". From childhood to adulthood, he only showed an average appearance and his martial arts skills were mediocre.
Before Yu Wan Ting's death, he passed the position of chief helm to his adopted son Chen Jialuo, but arranged for his own son to become only a sub-ruler with little real power.
When he was in his twenties, Yu Zhenhai happened to meet the famous Wudang Taoist Taoist Baimei who was traveling down the mountain. Somehow, he was favored and accepted as his disciple. What's more, he didn't know what methods the Taoist Baimei used to make Yu Zhenhai improve his martial arts in these ten years. , even reaching the level of catching up with top masters like Chen Jialuo.
Due to Yu Zhenhai's special status, Chen Jialuo naturally could not leave him idle now that he had shown sufficient strength, so he created a special title of Chief Protector, which allowed him to enter the leadership core of the "Red Flower Club".
After revealing the identity of the other party, Hu Long said again: "The purpose of Mr. Protector Yu's action this time is not to save the scum of the drunkard, but to try to win the bet between you and me in the future. Why don't you give Pindao a try?"
Yu Zhenhai's expression changed, and then he laughed and said: "The young helmsman has a keen eye. Since he has seen through Yu's intentions, please make it happen!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward and punched Hu Yun directly in the chest. The force of the fist was unparalleled, like a general swinging a golden hammer to sweep away thousands of troops. It was exactly the "Bend the Bow and Shoot the Tiger" move in Tai Chi's beating technique!
