The sun shines brightly, and everything wakes up from silence.
Yangmingshan, Xue's Manor.
Bang bang bang~~~
The strong wind howled, and the low sound of fists clashing sounded like a drumbeat.
On the empty martial arts stage, two figures were fighting each other quickly.
Jing Xiaolou never left the ground, his fists and elbows flew, and his whole body was filled with the strength of a big gun, hitting hard. An Qi was shocked and stepped forward, hissing like an old elephant, and moved his arms like a whip, like an old elephant flicking its trunk.
The two of them hit each other quickly and head-on. In just a few moments, they had already collided dozens of times.
boom!
After a collision, the two separated.
"call!"
An Qisheng raised his palm and slowly pressed it down to his abdomen, spitting out a breath of turbid air like an arrow.
"Strong from all directions and powerful through the eight extremes, Bajiquan is truly extraordinary."
Jing Xiaolou’s face was rosy and he was full of energy:
"Martial arts still needs communication to improve, not working behind closed doors."
"Grandmaster's Xiangtang Fist is indeed powerful."
An Qisheng couldn't help but admire.
He has been staying at Xue's Manor for half a month. In the first seven days, Xue Zheng taught him the transformation and integration of the four powers, which made him gain a lot.
In the next seven days, with Xue Zheng's acquiescence, he obtained the essence of Xiangxingquan. Similarly, Jing Xiaolou also obtained the essence of his Baji.
The two have played against each other several times and have gained a lot.
Of course, Jing Xiaolou has entered Huajin, and he is the one who has benefited the most.
"Teacher has learned the boxing techniques of hundreds of schools, and the killing techniques in the army have also been perfected for a long time. This Xiangxiang boxing has its own essence of the boxing techniques of hundreds of schools. Brother An, you can study it carefully."
Jing Xiaolou showed no secret and pointed out the flaws in An Qisheng's boxing:
"Among Lu Xingzhong, the elephant power is the best. Teacher's Xiangxing Quan focuses on big opening and closing, hard punching and hard hitting..."
An Qisheng nodded secretly.
He had studied the twelve forms of Xingyi and had some understanding of this kind of boxing technique that was based on animals.
Only by learning this Xiangxiquan can you make rapid progress.
"It's a pity that I can't master the teacher's dragon-elephant attack yet."
Having said that, Jing Xiaolou felt a little regretful.
Under Xue Zheng's sect, he practiced Xiangxiang Fist and held pills with dragon-shaped fists. The combined attack of dragon and elephant was Gang Jin. Now he has mastered Xiangxiang Fist and also dabbled in dragon-shaped boxing.
But if you want to achieve a dragon-elephant attack, it is far from enough.
One form is easy to practice, but two forms are difficult to combine. This is the truth.
"Brother Jing's talent, maybe it won't be long before he can perform this dragon-elephant attack."
An Qisheng smiled.
“One’s own family knows one’s own affairs.”
Jing Xiaolou also smiled, waved his arms and said:
"Go and rest for a while. I just have some news to tell you."
"good."
An Qisheng nodded.
The two came to the pavilion, and the tea was just boiling.
Jing Xiaolou holds a pot and pours tea:
"Here, I want to say sorry to Brother An."
"Um?"
An Qisheng raised his eyes.
"Yesterday, I received news that Brother An had posted an invitation to death on the dark web."
Jing Xiaolou put down the teapot and said softly:
"Then I was curious and investigated Brother An's information."
"No matter what happens, there is no need to say sorry, brother Jing."
An Qisheng shook his head and didn't care much.
In this information age, real-name authentication is required to play games, and some information cannot be hidden from anyone who wants to investigate.
After saying this, his smile faded and he looked at Jing Xiaolou:
"Then what is the so-called Death Invitation?"
He had never heard of the Death Invitation, but he had heard of the Dark Web.
The word darknet is associated with drugs, black trade, slaves, digital currencies...
"The dark web is also called the deep web and the invisible web. As the name suggests, it is an evil force that is inaccessible to most people, deeply hidden, and rooted in the Internet."
Jing Xiaolou's face was also a little solemn:
"The Dark Web itself is a place where killers, mercenaries, fugitives, and hackers hang out... This invitation to death is the Dark Web's task list.
The meaning is that once you are on this list, it is like receiving an invitation from the god of death. "
"Invitation from the God of Death..."
An Qisheng frowned slightly, and the first thing he thought of was the Bamboo Dragon Society.
The Bamboo Dragon Society is in trouble this time. They actually put a bounty on them on the dark web?
But shouldn't there be a reward for Wang Zhixuan? What's the point of putting a reward on him?
"The main target is Wang Zhixuan. People like you and Jiang Shili are not the main targets. As far as I know, no one has taken the mission yet."
Jing Xiaolou told what he knew:
"Daxuan has always been a forbidden area on the dark web. You are not the main target, so there is no need to worry too much. I am telling you to be careful."
"I see"
An Qisheng nodded and thanked: "I still have to thank Brother Jing for reminding me."
This news was a bit surprising to him, but it was also expected.
Bamboo Dragon will suffer such a big loss. If he swallows this breath, he will no longer have to hang out in the dark world in the future.
It’s just this death invitation...
"No need to thank me."
Jing Xiaolou waved his hand.
"How much does Brother Jing know about the dark web? Are there any experts?"
An Qisheng asked again.
Although he had heard of the dark web, he was not familiar with it. The reason why it was a dark web was that it was a place that was absolutely impossible to enter without any way.
"Needless to say killer organizations and mercenary organizations, it is impossible for these foreign forces to enter the occult with guns. What really deserves your attention are those kung fu masters."
Speaking of this, Jing Xiaolou looked a little solemn:
"The level system of the dark web is from one to six, which corresponds to the six realms of martial arts. The criterion is to have a killing record. For example, a sixth-level killer must have a record of killing to see the gods!"
"Kill and see God?"
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
Those who see gods will avoid dangers and avoid disasters. Why is it so difficult to kill them?
"On the dark web, there is indeed no record of killing Jian Shen."
Jing Xiaolou naturally knew what An Qisheng was thinking:
"It's just that there is no record of killing Jian Shen, it doesn't mean that there are no Jian Shen level killers on the dark web!"
“Is there such a killer on the dark web?”
An Qisheng was really surprised now.
What is the status of meeting God?
Would such a person also become a killer?
"There are currently seven recorded fifth-level assassins on the dark web. These three are known as the Seven Gods of the Dark Web. They are the top killers who have truly recorded records of killing Gang Jin warriors.
And level six..."
Jing Xiaolou sighed slightly:
"The living saint Garuda of the Three Seal Kingdom is the only god-seeing killer known to the dark web."
"Garuda..."
An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and his message appeared.
Garuda is a victim of the caste system in the Three Seal States. He is the child of an inter-caste marriage and is the lowest-ranking untouchable.
His father was a dung collector and his mother was a prostitute. Of course, he himself didn't need to say that.
It is said that when he was a child, he was almost beaten to death because he accidentally stepped on someone else's shadow.
He grew up amidst discrimination and oppression since he was a child, and it can be said that he has suffered all kinds of suffering in the world.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this experience that he practiced yoga to an unprecedented level and became the only divine warrior in the Three Seal Kingdom for hundreds of years.
Once a pariah, now a saint.
Garuda.
