The bright moon hung slantingly in the night sky, the evening wind blew slowly, and the night was as cold as water, but everyone present felt a chill all over their bodies.
He Shangshu, Xiao Hu and others were huddled in a corner of the room, their faces were gray and trembling, and they could no longer use martial arts.
Before they left the island, they all thought that once they entered the Central Plains, except for a few people, they would have no chance of encountering an opponent. However, not long after arriving in Yangcheng, they suffered an unprecedented defeat.
They had just reluctantly accepted this feeling of disparity, but in the end, they saw another master whose martial arts far surpassed theirs.
The man in gray robe floated up from the ground like a ghost, and swept towards Jin Jiuling on the ground without even touching the ground. He didn't even make any noise.
Of course, this is not as shocking as the flash of swords and swords that shattered the bricks, but in fact it is much more shocking.
Having experienced Wu Ming's martial arts teachings, He Shangshu and others have great insights and vision, so they also understand the requirements behind the other party's ability to perform such gentle and even weird movements.
There is no doubt that the energy and blood in the gray-robed man's body are all connected. Although he is also made of flesh and blood, he is different from others.
There is no dregs in his body, he is immune to all diseases, and he can easily live for two decades.
This is a skill that can only be achieved by reaching the pinnacle of skill in the world.
Although Gong Jiu's Qing Gong was extremely high and had been fully cultivated by Wu Ming, his skill was still a little behind and could not reach this level.
If the man in gray robe uses the same movement technique to get close to them, he may not be discovered until his palm touches his body. This means that if the other party really wants to take their lives, it may only take one move.
But his silent sweep was all in vain.
The floor under Zhao Qing's feet sank slightly, and several waves of mixed virtual and real strength were transmitted from the ground to the body of Jin Jiuling, who was more than ten feet away, causing him to fly up diagonally, just in time to avoid the extremely precise swipe of the gray-robed man. Catching it, the whole person was hung on the sandalwood wardrobe in the room three feet away.
The profound and ingenious way of transmitting energy with this hand, if you look into it carefully, you will find that it is no longer inferior to the outstanding movement skills of Lao Dao Baozi.
"Old knife handle?" She asked coldly, looking at the basket-like bamboo hat covering her face on the gray robe.
"Do you know me?" Lao Daobaozi also spoke, his voice as cold as a ghost.
"Of course I've heard of the old sword master of Ghost Villa." Zhao Qing looked at the other party's attire and said.
The old sword handle is Mu Taoist's secret vest, gray robe and bamboo hat, coupled with the opponent's extremely high martial arts, his identity is already obvious.
Considering the other party's attack on Jin Jiuling just now, he should be targeting the treasures he accumulated when he was an embroidery thief.
Running such a large Ghost Villa naturally consumes a huge amount of wealth every year, so it is necessary to find hidden income.
But where did he get the idea that Jin Jiuling was the embroidery thief?
"How much do you want to share? Can half be okay?" Lao Daozi pointed at Jin Jiuling on the top of the wardrobe. What he meant was obvious.
It seems that after testing a move, he has discovered that the opponent's strength may not be weaker than his own, so he wants to negotiate an equal price?
Zhao Qing took out a small red satin pouch from his sleeve, took out several embroidery needles, used his inner strength to bend, and with a slight flick, flew to the edge of Jin Jiuling's body and pinned him to the edge of Jin Jiuling's body, who was still struggling. The lock was locked on the wardrobe and stopped moving.
She looked at the old sword handle and said, "Why should I give it to you just because of the lightness you showed just now?"
Her meaning is also obvious. As we all know, superb Qinggong is not completely equivalent to strength.
Chu Liuxiang, who used to be the best young martial artist in the world, was far inferior to Shi Guanyin and Jellyfish Yinji in terms of martial arts.
But what Lao Daobaozi has just revealed is not just light skills, but also his superb internal skills that can be said to overwhelm the martial arts world.
Could it be that Zhao Qing was not as knowledgeable as He Shangshu and others and did not recognize the content behind this?
The old knife handler had already walked slowly towards Jin Jiuling. Hearing this, he suddenly turned back and stared at her, his eyes as sharp as a blade in the bamboo hat:
"A battle will determine the outcome. If I win, I don't want Jin Jiuling anymore. I just hope you agree to do one thing for me unconditionally. How about that?"
The name "Lao Daobaozi" was originally what people in the underworld called their boss. Mu Taoren made a concession to Jin Jiuling and agreed to invite him after the competition, which naturally showed a heroic demeanor.
When He Shangshu and others who were watching heard the name "Lao Daobaozi", their expressions changed slightly, and their expressions became even more surprised.
Obviously, they had heard of Lao Daobaozi before and had some understanding of him.
They suddenly had the illusion that they saw a sinister and arrogant hero in Lao Daobaozi.
"Okay." Zhao Qing nodded. She originally wanted to compete with Mu Taoist. Only then did she realize the profound skill displayed by the other party, which aroused her interest even more.
Mu Taoist's internal strength level should be a level higher than that of Dugu Yihe, Ye Gucheng and others, reaching a whole new level.
Even if the moves he matched were only average, his internal strength alone could bring her great inspiration.
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Gongjiu's room in the ship was a very spacious one, almost comparable to a smaller courtyard on the ground, enough to accommodate hundreds of people squeezed into it.
This is also his basic treatment as the Prince of Taiping and the "second person" of the Invisible Man Organization.
But He Shangshu, Xiao Hu and others felt that this cabin was too crowded and too small to accommodate the upcoming confrontation between the two peerless masters in front of them.
Just the momentum released by both sides almost made them breathless.
Although this is obviously due to the temporary loss of martial arts, it is quite shocking that just standing there can put such pressure on them who are several feet away and have strong bodies after practicing martial arts.
The only one with weapons on the field is Sharman. She pressed the hilt of the sword and stood in the corner of the room, with a bit of worry in her eyes.
However, few people could have guessed that what she was worried about was whether the ship would sink during the battle, rather than worrying about which side would win and which side would lose.
The two sword techniques that Zhao Qing used previously gave her great shock and confidence.
Gong Jiu's room is already the lowest level of the ship. Once the floor breaks like the cabin above, water will continue to enter the bottom of the ship.
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Although Lao Dao Baozi is called "Lao Dao Baozi", he did not bring a knife or a sword, but came empty-handed, showing his strong self-confidence.
However, in fact, although he did not carry a sharp weapon, no one dared to despise him.
He stood there very lightly, and slowly drew two semicircles with his hands, like a vast ocean full of undercurrents. There was stillness in the movement, and movement in the stillness. It was completely impossible to grasp the movement.
Zhao Qing stood opposite, his expression equally relaxed, as if there was no such powerful enemy in front of him.
Suddenly, her fingers came together and quickly reached out, pointing towards the handle of the old knife. With just one click, she lit up two sword lights that tore through the air.
The old swordman smiled coldly, turned his palm over, the black bird scratched the sand, the wild goose fell on the flat sand, and the northern wild goose flew south. With one move and three moves, he actually held the sword light firmly in his hand, and then took advantage of the momentum to rush forward. The chain of palms is the continuous palm of Wudang.
This kind of light and dense Wudang palm technique is used in his hands. Not only is the skill extremely impressive, but the changes are also amazingly fast.
