Three moves, if I don't win you, then I will turn around and leave.
If you win, then you will become my teacher.
Ning Huan calmly told the bet, while Duanwu looked at him: "Why should I become your teacher?"
"Because I appreciate your qualifications." Ning Huan said quietly: "I once had a disciple that I liked very much. He died here, so I came here personally to avenge him."
"But I didn't expect that I could find such a beautiful piece of jade like you here."
"Believe me, if you become my master, I will make you the most powerful person in the world."
"Not interested." Duanwu said seriously.
Ning Huan laughed loudly: "Whether you are interested or not is not something you say."
While saying this, Ning Huan tapped her toes, and her whole body floated forward in an instant, heading towards Duanwu. Duanwu stared at Ning Huan with all his attention, watching Ning Huan's figure floating over like a ghost, and then he moved With enough energy, I, the Buddha, struck at Ning Huan with a compassionate move.
In the past, Ning Huan and Duan Wu fought with each other, basically using the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple. Although Ning Huan was the guardian of the Shaolin Temple a few decades ago and learned the unique skills of the Shaolin Temple, after decades, although Ning Huan still remembers these martial arts , but they were all quite unfamiliar, and now, Ning Huan looked at the mercy of our Buddha during the Dragon Boat Festival, smiled strangely in the air, and then said: "See clearly, this is the great compassion of the yin and yang of heaven and earth."
While saying this, Ning Huan gently tapped the palm of Duanwu's hand with one finger, and then slid his finger straight down.
The moment Ning Huan's fingers touched the Dragon Boat Festival, he felt that the whole world turned dark instantly, and all the strength in his body seemed to disappear.
Duanwu's body was instantly pulled by the finger, and he fell down, like a green onion. Starting from his hands to his whole head, he smashed into the bluestone in front of him, smashing the bluestone into pieces.
On the roof, Fang Bi looked at Ning Huan's move and let out a soft sigh.
Xue Ling was also watching. She herself has the indestructible magic power, so she can really relate to it. However, Ning Huan's move does not look like martial arts at all. It is almost like magic.
"What is that?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.
"Great Compassion Fu." Fang Bie said quietly: "I don't know the specific operation yet, but it should be that it controls part of the body functions of Dragon Boat Festival through contact."
"Is this okay?" Xue Ling asked in disbelief.
"Martial arts is not that scientific to begin with." Fang Bie sighed: "Ning Huan came too fast, and many arrangements were not completed in time."
"That's all we can do."
"What should I do?" Xue Ling asked, "Are you going to take action?"
Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling: "When did you have the illusion that I can beat Ning Huan?"
"So you can't beat him?" Xue Ling was confused in the wind for a moment.
In fact, it's right to think about it. Fang Bie is only seventeen years old even if he tries his best. When will he have the illusion that the seventeen-year-old Fang Bie can defeat the seventy-year-old Ning Huan?
But Fang Bie really gave Xue Ling a lot of fantasies.
"Can't beat him." Fang Bie said seriously.
"Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. At least for now, I don't dare to fight him. If I do, I might die."
"Is it possible?" Xue Ling sensitively grasped the word "possible".
Not that he will die.
Instead, he might die.
It's possible to die, but there's also a chance that you won't die.
It turns out that you are so different.
"Yeah." Fang Bie said softly, "But I don't want to die."
"Only by protecting yourself first can you protect others." Fang Bie said seriously.
Xue Ling suddenly felt a little dark - so do you really need protection?
"So what's next?"
"We have a plan." Fang Bie simply said, "Come down with me first."
Xue Ling hummed softly.
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Ning Huan's power was obvious to all. When he actually used his Great Compassion, the battle had lost its suspense.
In other words, Ning Huan was able to defeat Duan Wu and Hei Wu by relying only on his martial arts skills before he practiced the Great Compassion Fu seventeen years ago. Even if there was a factor in his rejuvenation through practicing the Great Compassion Fu, this man's martial arts were still high. To the point of being unfathomable.
In front of him, the ranking on the Jianghu list was like a joke.
Only then could Xue Ling feel why Ningxia was so terrified of her master.
The two of them got out of the room and came to the inn lobby. They saw a bloody monk in yellow lying on a bed made up of several tables in the lobby. A girl in white was treating the monk in yellow. After a closer look, it was not Huo Ying. Who is it again?
Xue Ling took a closer look and found that the monk in yellow turned out to be Shi Ku, who had lost his arm before. But he didn't know when he was moved into the Xiaohun Inn, and it was Huo Ying who personally treated his injuries.
"Can you pick it up?" Xue Ling asked Fang Farewell beside her softly.
Because it seemed that Huo Ying was trying to reattach Shi Ku's broken arm.
This kind of thing is really shocking.
"Where did the Qilin arm come from? It was just connected." Fang Bie said with a smile, and then he said seriously: "It might not be possible if it were someone else, but Huo Ying's surgical skills are very good, so it should be fine."
"Okay." Xue Ling said a little surprised.
Of course, as Xue Ling herself, she was actually very happy to see Shi Ku recover his broken arm.
At this time, the whole street was in a mess. Naturally, no one came to the inn to eat at this time. The entire inn was a little empty. Xue Ling looked around and said, "Where is Ningxia?"
Shang Jiuge was competing in Liulinpo and knew nothing about what was going on here. He Ping was not here. Xue Ling didn't understand much at first, but now it seems that he was sent away in advance by Fang Bu.
Judging from He Ping's character, Fang Bi couldn't bear it, but He Ping couldn't bear Ning Huan killing like this in front of her.
But what can I do if I can't bear it?
If you can't bear it anymore, you will naturally have no choice but to fight.
Even Xue Ling vaguely does not want He Ping to take action, because the stronger the opponent, the greater the consumption of He Ping. Ning Huan is almost a top opponent. Even if she can win, Sister Ping's life will still be lost. Do you want it anymore?
Heiwu Duanwu had already failed. He and Fang were in the inn. Among the eight people in Xiaohun Inn, only Ningxia was missing.
Did she escape? Or where?
Xue Ling didn't know.
So ask the other side.
"Go out." Fang Bie walked in front, his expression no longer had the casual flavor of laughter and scolding, but he said seriously.
He pushed open the door first, followed by Xue Ling.
Huo Ying was still concentrating on healing and relieving her pain, without even raising her eyes.
There is a ten-mile long street outside the door.
It is already devastated everywhere.
Ning Huan was standing alone in red on the long street, while Duanwu had fallen to the ground and was unconscious.
Ning Huan's hand was holding Hei Wu's head. The skinny young man was bleeding all over his body, his limbs were drooping, and he had lost consciousness.
In less than a stick of incense, the winner was decided on the battlefield.
"Ning Xia, aren't you coming out yet?" Ning Huan looked around and said coldly.
