Que Xiu went back and told his master the good news, but Lao Que was not happy at all. "I originally wanted you to experience the second round of fighting to gain more experience. Who knew that now you have one less round to play, it will be even more difficult in the future."
He pondered for a moment and said: "But there is good news. The Murong family has withdrawn all the people who were watching. It seems that they have let down their guard and have other plans."
"Master, I always feel that you are hostile to the Murong family. Why is this? I heard that you were also a disciple who broke into the family. How could you end up in such a situation with Master's talents?"
Lao Que shook his head and sighed: "This is no longer important! You just need to remember that you are the hope of the master. Only when you reach the top can I win the respect you and the master deserve!"
The next night, the master and the apprentice discussed together. "There are two battles today. Emei faction Jing Qu and Nangong Ze won. According to the battle table, you will fight against Jing Qu."
Que Xiu tried hard to recall every move he made today, trying to find flaws in it.
"Jing Qu's martial arts are dexterous moves for close combat. No matter how fast he is, he will defeat you overwhelmingly. It will be difficult to defeat him."
"But Master, isn't there anything we can do?"
"The only thing you can defeat him with is your defense, your endurance, and your perseverance. But we don't understand his spells yet. Based on this calculation, your winning rate is even lower."
On this day, someone came to report to the head of the family, "Que Xiu has only done two kinds of exercises these days. One is throwing sandbags. He repeatedly throws a long sandbag to the ground with one arm. The crackling sound can be heard several miles away." ."
The head of the house frowned and meditated, not knowing what he meant.
"In addition, there was a handleless copper kettle filled with boiling water. He picked it up and put it down repeatedly with his five fingers, practicing all night long."
The head of the family waved him off, and Yunyin said: "This old man often makes strange moves, what is his plan this time?"
"Since he didn't show any hostility, why can't we recruit him? Moreover, Lao Que is indeed talented. We underestimated him before!"
Yunyin nodded, "Since the head of the family has this intention, I will take care of the specific matters!"
That night, Yunyin sent someone to deliver a brocade box and a baggage. There are two pieces of dark clothes in the bag, with yellow stripes on them that are very eye-catching.
"It turns out to be the Murong Family's 'Thunder Armor'. It's very good. It seems they have implemented a recruitment plan. Needless to say, that box should be the 'Nine Transformations Pill'?"
Que Xiu opened the box and found a golden pill inside.
"It is said that this elixir comes from the Linghu family's 'Qiankun Furnace'. After taking it, the inner breath circulates nine times in the Dantian, and the skill is greatly increased. It is a treasure of cultivation. Disciple, you must cherish it!"
Que Xiu saluted the master, "Thanks to the cultivation of the master, I have nothing to repay. I am willing to dedicate this elixir to the master for enjoyment."
Lao Que smiled and said: "Master doesn't have any magic power, so taking it is a waste. It's better for you to use it yourself!"
Que Xiu became more and more curious. His master had lost all his power. Why was he so knowledgeable? His eyes were so bright and his wisdom was restrained. What was the story?
"Tomorrow is the day of your battle. You must practice diligently and think about tactical details as a teacher, because variables may happen at any time!"
The next morning, the sun had just risen, and there was a sea of people in front of the arena, packed with people watching the excitement. Lao Que squeezed into the crowd, trying to find a favorable position.
At this time, a young disciple squeezed over and saluted him, "Master Que, Master Yunyin, please come to the front row to watch the battle."
He had never heard of this unfamiliar title in his life, and Lao Que couldn't react for a while. The disciple led him to the front of the arena, where there was a row of Taishi chairs, and fruit refreshments were placed in front of them.
Lao Que sat down next to Yunyin. A group of people were dressed in rich clothes, but his coarse clothes were the only one that stood out. Yun Yin bowed and left his seat, cupped his fists and saluted, "Uncle Que is always well!"
Lao Que returned the courtesy, "You are the first disciple, I am just a first-class servant, I am not worthy of the title of master and uncle!"
"Master uncle and my master are disciples of the same generation. Although you do rough work, you are still not a disciple. I should call you uncle!"
Of course Lao Quetou knew the origin of this honor that dropped from the sky, so he sat down quietly, sipping the fragrant tea, and waited for the show to begin.
With the sound of a gong, the host stepped onto the stage. After introducing the contestants, Que Xiu and Jing Qu came on stage. Lao Quetou noticed that the host did not mention the words "Yushan Sect".
Que Xiu wore a black and yellow thunder suit and looked very capable. Jing Qu is smaller in comparison, with cold eyes and a very powerful aura.
"This Jing Qu is a true disciple of the Emei Sect, and he is quite good at close combat. It seems to be detrimental to the disciple!" Yun Yin said probingly from the side. The two men were already fighting each other on the stage, and their fists and kicks were separated at the first touch. They were all testing moves, and they did not use any big moves.
"Jing Qu's Emei thorn is quite difficult to deal with, and it may be difficult for your disciples to deal with it."
"I don't think he will use weapons." Lao Que responded. While speaking, Jing Qu suddenly changed his moves. A stream of transparent powder rose up from his palm and flew away in the wind. He didn't know what it meant.
Yun Yin sighed softly: "I didn't expect Jing Qu to use his special move so quickly. It's as fine as dust and as blooming as fragrance. It's hard to defend against this 'dusty fragrance'!" Before he finished speaking, Que Xiu's surroundings emitted colorful rays of light. Like fireworks exploding, Que Xiu was hit hard and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
"The power of 'Chenxiang' is that it allows the opponent to inhale it and explode it from the inside. No matter how high your defense is, you will still be fatally injured. I'm afraid the disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
Lao Quetou's face was as sinking as water, and his voice and expression remained motionless.
Que Xiu was severely injured in the ring and suffered severe pain in his abdomen like a knife. As soon as he thought about it, he was about to reveal his weapon. The master's words suddenly rang in his mind: That day you used the weapon to rebound and hit Xue Fan hard. Your opponent must be very afraid, so he must want to fight you with fists and kicks. Only defense can come in handy, and you must not be the first to use weapons.
Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of using weapons. At this time, Jing Qu suddenly approached, and with extremely fast movement, Que Xiu was hit in the lower abdomen by several blows. Even though he had high defense, blood surged in his chest and he almost vomited.
Yun Yin nodded in praise: "Jing Qu used his body skills to hit his opponent's Dantian hard, causing his Qi and blood to stagnate and his skills to be unable to be used. What a brilliant move!"
Sure enough, Que's body cultivation method was even slower. After a few more punches, he vomited out another mouthful of blood.
The people watching the excitement in the audience cheered thunderously. Yun Yin saw that the defeat was determined and sighed softly. Only Lao Que had nothing to do with him and hung up.
At this time, Que Xiu was hit by another punch and staggered back, reaching the edge of the ring. Jing Qu condensed his strength and wanted to knock his opponent off the ring with one blow. The punch hit the flesh hard, and with a muffled sound, Que Xiu retreated. Instead of falling off the ring, he suddenly made a move and clasped the back of his hand with five fingers like eagle talons. Jing Qu was startled, shaking his hands and turning his palms, trying to shake him off, but his fingers were like iron hooks and he couldn't break free.
Everyone was surprised by this sudden change. Either too late or too soon, Que Xiu flipped his wrist and Jing Qu flew up and fell heavily on the stage like a sandbag. There was a sigh from below.
