Suddenly there were two dull noises, and a large hole was opened in the left and right bulkhead walls at the same time. Sawdust flew up one after another, filling the cabin like a newly rising white mist.
Two people, Shi Shiran, walked in from the cave. One looked very young, with a mustache, and the other was white-haired and sanctimonious. He looked like an old scholar who had read poetry and books.
The mustache and the white-haired old man glanced at the situation on the field and immediately focused on Zhao Qing.
"You want to punish He Shangshu and Jin Jiuling? Have you asked for our opinion?"
The white-haired old man flicked his fingers, and the nails curled up in a circle on his fingers suddenly stretched straight, crystal white, sparkling, and exuding an extremely sharp aura, like a blade.
This is a martial art that has been passed down for a long time in the martial arts world. In the past, it was called "Zhi Dao" together with Zhang Bianyin's "Yi Yang Finger" and Huashan's "Flicking Finger Magical Power".
"He Shangshu likes to interrogate others, but we like to gamble with others." Mustache walked slowly towards Zhao Qing, his hands trembling slightly, secretly accumulating strength: "Are you betting? If you lose the bet, you have to compensate. "
Jin Jiuling put the big iron spine in his left hand and adjusted his breath. The sword energy collided with it just now, which made his jaw go numb.
Judging from the words of the three people who just appeared, the mustache and the white-haired old man should be masters at the same level as He Zhizhang, and Zhao Qing had the upper hand over him with one volley. His skill was unimaginable. Although it was only one move, it was already It exceeded the pressure Gong Jiu brought to him.
A master of this level can turn into a legend in the world as long as he shows his martial arts twice in the Central Plains. Coupled with the fact that Zhao Qing used an unfamiliar neutral accent, Jin Jiuling was filled with thoughts, thinking that he was probably an enemy provoked by the Invisible Man Organization.
However, it should be a four-on-one situation on our side, so we can't lose to the opponent alone.
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Within the several-foot-square cabin, Jin Jiuling, He Zhizhang, the mustache, and the white-haired old man adjusted their positions and surrounded Zhao Qing in the middle.
The clear moonlight shines down from the hole in the cabin roof, reflecting on the wood dust scattered around the room, scattering a dull white light, turning into a fantastic scene like smoke and fog.
"Will you take action against that person under the floor?"
Zhao Qing did not look at the four top experts and ten flag guards around him, but scratched the floor with the toe of his shoe.
With this stroke, a large circular hole was cut out of the floor that was five to six inches thick, leading to the space below the cabin.
On the lower level of the floor, a very beautiful woman was standing, holding a shining long sword in her hand.
She may be too tall, but her slender figure has soft lines and her whole body exudes an irresistible charm.
The contours of her face were obvious, and her cat-like eyes were flashing with blue light like sea water. She looked cold and smart, but also had an indescribable sense of laziness, as if she had been tired of life for a long time.
Zhao Qing looked at her for a while and already guessed the identity of the other person, who should be Gong Jiu's lover Shaman. She fell in love with Lu Xiaofeng in "Feng Wu Jiu Tian" and helped kill Gong Jiu. Although she had a tragic life experience, she dared to love and hate, and she was considered a figure that Zhao Qing had a favorable impression of.
The sandman cat-like eyes also looked towards Zhao Qing, blinking slightly under the moonlight, hiding many complicated emotions.
In her opinion, the Invisible Man Organization is not actually a good place. She got involved in it because she was under the control of Gong Jiu, and she also wanted to use the power of others to deal with her brother who had harmed her in the first place.
"I wonder what conflicts you have with us?" Shaman jumped out of the hole, came to the edge of the cabin, sheathed his sword, and expressed that he had no intention of participating in the siege.
She asked: "Perhaps you have discovered that the martial arts they practice are long-lost secrets in the martial arts world."
"The little old man said that in order to practice martial arts to the highest level, you must learn from a large number of superior skills and gradually integrate them into one, so as to continuously approach the ideal goal of 'no distinction'."
"Join us invisible people, the Seven Killers in Drunkness, the Bone-Transforming Palm, the Ruyi Orchid Hand, the Finger Knife... these martial arts should bring you a lot of inspiration."
If Zhao Qing's martial arts is higher than Gong Jiu's, it will definitely break the situation on the island and have a considerable impact on Sharman's situation. Therefore, she broke her usual image of a cold beauty and invited her.
Each of these martial arts, including the Seven Killers in Drunkness and the Bone-Transforming Cotton Palm, has legends that shocked the world in the past.
Take the Huagu Mianzhang as an example. The Huagu Immortal broke into the Xingxiu Sea alone, entered the Chaotian Palace at night, and killed the great lama of the Yellow Sect. He bluntly defeated the "Mahamudra" of the XZ Tantric Sect and the "Heaven and Earth Destruction Hand" of the Western Xingxiu Sea. , is undoubtedly the top palm martial arts in the world.
This kind of palm power is not only sinister and terrifying, but also very difficult to practice. After mastering it, if you hit someone with a palm, the person being hit will be unaware of it. However, after two hours, the palm power will take effect, and the bones of the whole body will become as soft as Mian, not even gods can save her.
Of course, Zhao Qing also has the idea of cultivating and understanding these top skills. The little old man's theory of the highest realm that Shaman retells is indeed the martial arts theory that she recognizes, and it vaguely leads to a more profound martial arts realm.
He Zhizhang, Mustache, and the white-haired old man stared at Zhao Qing closely, but their faces showed a somewhat relaxed look.
In their opinion, except for the little old man, no one in the world would refuse to agree to such generous conditions.
However, what Zhao Qing said next far exceeded their expectations.
"Join you invisible people? Why don't you invisible people join my men?" Zhao Qing's voice came to mind in every corner of the cabin: "If there is a chance, I would like to meet your leader, the little old man Wu Ming. of."
While everyone was still thinking about how the other party knew the situation related to Wu Ming, Zhao Qing had already taken action quickly.
The two fingers of her right hand were drawn forward in the air, but it seemed to arouse a strong sword-light air ball in the air, flying towards the youngest and least skilled Mustache.
In an instant, the burst of air was as fast as a violent whirlwind, and the dust and smoke filled the area more than ten feet away. Even Shaman, who was three or four feet away, felt like his skin was being stung.
Faced with the sudden sword finger, Mustache was shocked, but at the same time he was surprised, but his move was not slow at all. He handed it out lightly with his right palm, and the move was extremely soft, even a little slow.
However, the strong wind that rushed half a foot in front of his palm felt like it had encountered layers of cotton wool, its force being absorbed and broken down. The power and effectiveness of the Bone-Transforming Cotton Palm were fully revealed at this time.
Seeing that the mustache had taken this move, Zhao Qing's expression did not change, and his left hand suddenly moved the sword wind into two parts, and the other part turned towards Jin Jiuling's face.
Jin Jiuling's body swayed, and he swung the big iron awl towards the middle of the sword wind and struck back in quick succession. A big iron awl weighing 87 kilograms, when used in his hand, seemed to be as light as a feather, and he used it in an instant. Six or seven changes without even making the slightest sound.
This is an extremely profound skill of lifting weight and making it seem light, almost reaching the point where you can do whatever you want. Although it is hard, it seems soft, and even though it is soft, it is really hard. The strength is constantly changing in the swing of the iron cone, which is unpredictable and inexhaustible.
Zhao Qing didn't panic, and with a tap of his finger, the sword energy divided again, covering the range of He Zhizhang and the white-haired old man. Four volleys of sword energy, half divided and half combined, connected the four enemies into one body.
