Lu Xiaofeng never knew that Monk Honest had such superb Qinggong.
Looking at the world, there are no more than twenty people who can surpass this kind of Qinggong.
But it happened that the three people present today were among these twenty people.
A gust of breeze blew by, and Lu Xiaofeng could only see a figure from behind. The next second, Song Xing had already appeared on the path that the honest monk must pass.
The honest monk braked suddenly and changed directions several times, but every time, Song Xing blocked his escape route as if he had no idea.
The Honest Monk gritted his teeth and struck Song Xing's chest with both palms. His left palm shook slightly, and the shadows of his palms flew, instantly transforming into sixteen palms. Each palm had changed several directions in the middle of the strike.
Lu Xiaofeng recognized that Monk Honest used the Shaolin School's Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm. This palm technique is extremely complicated to practice and cannot be practiced by people without extraordinary talents. After it is practiced, it is difficult to distinguish between the actual and false palm techniques, and it can drive the movement from the virtual to the false. There is truth hidden in the movement, and it is extremely difficult to resist.
Monk Lao Shi struck out with one palm, attacking sixteen acupuncture points on Song Xing's upper body, but it was impossible to tell which palm he actually used. It was obvious that Monk Lao Shi had mastered the Samadhi of this palm technique.
Faced with the fierce offensive palm wind of Monk Lao Shi, the Emperor activated his Qi Watching Technique, and all the luck paths of Monk Lao Shi's hands were clearly displayed in front of Song Xing's eyes.
There was a flower hidden at the bottom of the leaf. Song Xing raised his right hand, like a petrel flying through the wind and waves, avoiding all the shadows of the palms. He pointed at the elbow of the honest monk. In an instant, the shadow of the palm disappeared, revealing the somewhat pale face of the honest monk. Face.
"Good fingering skills. At least seven changes of swordsmanship are integrated into one finger. You can practice swordsmanship to such an extent. No wonder Sikong Zhaixing said that your swordsmanship is not inferior to Ximen Chuixue."
Lu Xiaofeng walked forward with a look of wonder on her face.
When it comes to fingering skills in the world, Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi Finger can definitely be ranked among the top three, and it is precisely because of this that he can see the terrifying nature of Song Xing's move.
There are countless people in the world who practice weapons, and among them the strong ones mostly use weapons like arms and fingers.
In this case, why not turn your fingers into the most powerful killing weapons?
The masters who are famous for their fingering skills in the world all have absolute confidence in their own kung fu. Their fingering skills can be used both offensively and defensively. Their skills are like strong winds and rain, and mercury leaking from the ground. Defense is like playing the pipe with a holy hand, turning the enemy's moves invisible.
With Song Xing's simple finger, Lu Xiaofeng could only see that it was a combination of at least seven different sword techniques. It was called finger technique, but it was actually an extremely powerful sword technique.
The palm technique was broken in one move, and the honest monk knew that he couldn't run away, so he simply gave up, and stood there quietly with his hands lowered, bowing his head and saying nothing.
Lu Xiaofeng was almost dying of curiosity. Who could make someone like Honest Monk behave like this?
So he asked: "Who is the little old man?"
Song Xing glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "A person you don't really want to see."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "Hearing what you said makes me want to meet him even more."
Although he only made one move, he could tell the whole story at a glance. Song Xing was obviously an extremely mysterious and extremely powerful master.
Lu Xiaofeng was very interested in such a master, who would go to great lengths to find someone through him, even if he did not hesitate to attack an honest monk.
Seeing the three people staring at him eagerly, the honest monk sighed and said with a sad face: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked. The Buddha said: Don't cloud it, don't cloud it."
Song Xing was noncommittal: "It's okay if you don't say anything. I'll send you down to see your Buddha. As for the whereabouts of the little old man, I'll go find Eagle Eye Seven to ask."
Lu Xiaofeng was shocked when he heard this, because he also knew Hawkeye Lao Qi, and was considered half of his friends.
The leader of the Twelve Links Dock, Hawkeye Lao Qi, is also a well-known figure in the world. Although the power of the Twelve Links Dock is not as powerful as the top forces such as the Qinglong Society, its influence has even spread due to its specialization in water transportation. Outside the customs, he interacts with various forces and is also a force that cannot be underestimated.
As a master who has been famous for nearly 30 years, Eagle Eye Laoqi has thousands of followers. He responds to a hundred calls and uses Qingsang Boxing to defeat heroes on thirteen waterways. He is a well-known figure on the waterways.
If what Song Xing said was true, Lu Xiaofeng felt that the matter was getting more and more confusing. This man named Little Old Man actually had intersections with Honest Monk and Eagle-Eye Lao Qi.
The honest monk was about to speak when he felt a force of energy locking onto him. The hairs on his back suddenly stood up, realizing that what the person in front of him said was not a lie.
The Honest Monk didn't know whether Hawkeye Lao Qi recognized the little old man, but since it came from Song Xing's mouth, I guess it was not groundless.
"The monk does know the little old man."
The honest monk, who has not yet determined his life and death, made a choice based on his heart.
"Take me to find him."
"The monk advises you not to see him, otherwise you may regret it."
The honest monk added: "The thing that the monk regrets most in his life, apart from meeting Lu Xiaofeng, is meeting the little old man."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled, touched her nose, and couldn't help but ask: "Is the little old man a terrible person?"
The honest monk admitted: "At least I have never seen anyone more terrifying than him."
Sikong Zhaixing said from the side: "Is there anyone the monk is afraid of?"
The honest monk said: "Monks are also human beings, and as humans, there are things to be afraid of."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled: "You put it that way, I want to see him even more."
...
Three days later, Song Xing, Lu Xiaofeng and Monk Lao Shi were already sitting on a sea ship, heading towards the depths of the ocean.
The ship was rented at a coastal port for a thousand taels.
The money for renting the boat was not paid by them themselves. Lu Xiaofeng had always been drunk one day and spent all the money he had on him immediately. Even though Song Xing had some scattered silver, it was far from enough to cover the cost of renting the boat.
As for the honest monk, his pocket is cleaner than his face.
So Song Xing found a wealthy family with the most notorious reputation in the area. Seeing that the three of them were so poor, the wealthy family became so kind-hearted that they decided to spend a thousand taels on the spot to help the poor.
From fine wine and delicious food, surrounded by beauties, to sitting alone on the deck with the cold wind blowing, Lu Xiaofeng enjoyed it without feeling aggrieved at all.
The prodigal son of the rivers and lakes is inherently wandering, no matter whether he is well-dressed or well-fed, or has a simple diet, it is nothing more than a state of living.
Soon I got to mingle with the sailors on the ship, having a great time drinking and gambling.
As for Song Xing, he stood alone on the mast, assumed the posture of a blue dragon probing its claws, and practiced the twelve postures of Yijin.
The Twelve Postures of Yijin are worthy of being the essence of boxing techniques derived from the Yijin Jing in the previous world. After Song Xing reached the realm of blood exchange, the Twelve Postures of Yijin, combined with Zhenqi cultivation, can still bring great strengthening to his physical body. .
Although Ming Yu Gong has been cultivated to the peak of the ninth level, Song Xing never relaxed on strengthening and training his physical body.
Wei Tuo's pestle posture, reaching for stars for fighting posture, pulling nine bulls backwards, nine ghosts drawing saber posture, blue dragon exploring claw posture, crouching tiger attacking food posture, falling tail posture, just one inch above the mast, twelve postures of Yijin. The movements are performed like flowing clouds and flowing water.
In this seemingly ordinary move, Song Xing's muscles and physique were sublimated little by little, and his blood was like mercury. After entering the blood exchange state, Song Xing's physique was greatly enhanced.
When he fought against the honest monk before, if he wanted to, he could even beat the honest monk to death on the spot without using his true energy, relying on his body in the blood exchange realm.
Perhaps it was because he was aware of Song Xing's tyranny that the honest monk compromised and was willing to take them out to sea to meet the little old man.
