as expected.
As soon as Yang Lin rushed out of the peach blossom forest, he saw four men leaping and flying, holding weapons and killing each other.
The guardian of Guiyun Village has retreated again and again, until he has retreated deep into the courtyard.
As for the Taihu heroes, there are only three village master-level leaders left leading more than 300 people who are desperately resisting.
Looking from a distance, corpses were spread out on the ground.
"The loss is too big."
Yang Lin turned his eyes and stared at four big men with rough and ugly faces.
One person was holding a broad-backed sword, dancing like a windmill, and rushed over, causing a wave of blood along the way.
One person was holding a red tassel spear, and each shot opened a bloody hole. He was attacking and the main force of Hezhai was retreating step by step, blocking with left and right.
One person is holding a huge ax as big as a door panel, opening and closing left and right, and keeps advancing...Peng Zhai Leader and Dong Zhai Leader are trying their best to block it. The three of them are surrounding and fighting, and neither side can win quickly.
There is only one person, with a python whip in his hand like a poisonous dragon, sweeping away a large area, concentrating his strength into a gun, piercing people like paper...
Because several village leaders died on the Taihu tycoon side, for a while, there was no capable master to stop him.
If he rushes hard, he will appear defeated.
Therefore, on the battlefield, especially in the Ice Age, if a master takes the lead and cannot find a master of the same level to stop and restrain him, the battle will often become one-sided.
Of course Yang Lin knew this man who used the whip.
In memory.
He was surrounded by four ugly men, and was whipped on the back by the soul-stealing whip Ma Qingxiong. His clothes and armor were shattered after the beating, and his eyesight turned black and blood spurted out.
If several village leaders hadn't risked their lives to save him, he would have died in that battle.
At this time, he saw this man killing people like crazy and being unstoppable. He was an enemy and was extremely jealous.
Although it is not my own experience, now that I have taken over my body and the memories have been poured into my heart, I can relate to this hatred.
At that moment, he raised his toes and picked up a steel knife from the ground. He leaned forward and dragged the knife forward quickly.
Look at Ma Qingxiong's python whip wrapped around the neck of a village man, and he is about to twist it harder.
He gathered his strength and energy, and flashed out a sword with lightning.
A crescent moon flashed across the sky.
Hiss.
A crisp sound like cracking silk exploded in my ears.
Ma Qingxiong's body shook, and Bu Ding Bu Ba's standing body suddenly turned his head strangely.
Looking at Yang Lin, a trace of confusion and confusion flashed in his eyes.
Wow...
The long python whip in his hand broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
The body was cut into two pieces and separated from the forehead to the crotch.
The blood from the internal organs spilled all over the floor, and the stench rose to the sky.
"Third brother..."
Shen Qinggang, the soul-severing knife that slashed like a whirlwind on the wheel of the knife wheel, was about to cut off the head of the leader of the village with one strike... From the corner of his eye, he saw Yang Lin slashing Ma Qingxiong with one strike.
At that moment, he felt a great pain in his heart. He roared angrily, and without even bothering to kill the village leader, he rushed towards Yang Lin with a broad-backed giant blade.
The four brothers became disciples of Sha Tongtian, the Dragon King of the Ghost Sect, when they were young.
He is both an apprentice and an adopted son.
Although, the master of the Dragon King of Ghost Sect beat and scolded him at every turn, and his temper was terrifying.
And the four of them are also stupid and cannot learn too advanced martial arts and internal strength... However, after years of practice, they can still practice some hard skills. The ordinary men in the world are no match for them.
These four people are in the same situation and have similar temperaments.
Over the years, we have been together, drinking from a big bowl, eating meat from a big bowl, and we have been so happy.
Rather, they are brothers.
At this time, Shen Qinggang's brain was burned out when he saw his third child, Ma Qingxiong, dying unexpectedly.
He didn't care to think about why his third brother was killed so easily. He danced his sword into a wind wheel and chopped it down towards Yang Lin's head.
Yang Lin killed Ma Qingxiong with a single blow. The green words in front of his eyes were like water, and he saw the words +20 floating in front of his eyes. He exhaled a sigh of relief and felt happy at the same time.
As long as you can gain martial luck points, that's fine.
This proves that his martial arts skills can also gain enough qualifications for promotion in this world, and his future is limitless.
Seeing Shen Qinggang rushing towards him, he was not angry but happy.
As soon as the sword was drawn, it turned into blossoming plum blossoms.
Shen Qinggang's sword was completely caught.
He found that his basic deadwood mental method was not of much use at all.
The same is naturally true of Shen Qinggang's shallow internal strength.
It cannot be directly compared with Sha Tongtian's powerful and hot internal power. He only relies on the weight of the weapon, as well as strength and speed to attack.
In this way, it is very similar to the way of powerful attack in his own martial arts.
And this is my strength.
With the plum-blossom knife drawn and his wrist pulled, Yang Lin let out a light drink and blood flashed in his eyes.
The sword moved from slow to fast, and an afterimage flashed past the light of the wheel sword.
The sharp roar of the blade breaking through the wind was heard just now.
Before Shen Qinggang's roar stopped, his head was already rising into the sky with a stream of blood.
"The wind is tight and the wind is blowing."
Wu Qinglie, the life-chasing gun, shouted sharply, looked back with red eyes, and before Yang Lin continued to kill, he tilted his body upside down...
After a few ups and downs, they reached the horse and galloped away.
The moment before he left, the money key of Sangmen Ax was even more of a thief.
Without even a cry, he threw the heavy ax in his hand and fled lightly.
At the sound of horseshoes, he actually escaped three minutes faster than Wu Qinglie.
Leave those golden soldiers alone.
Yang Lin slashed with his sword and killed three golden soldiers. As soon as he chased them to the gate of the manor, he could only see the two people's ponytails kicking up dust, turning around and disappearing.
"Good guy."
Yang Lin suddenly discovered.
These ancient people who looked like they should be stupid were actually not stupid at all. Instead, they were all extremely shrewd.
As soon as you see someone you can take advantage of, they rush in like a swarm of people.
If something bad happens, he will grease his feet and run away faster than a rabbit.
My plum blossom steps are very fast.
Short sprints are even more erratic, and are best suited for close combat.
However, compared to the qinggong in this world, it is still inferior by an unknown number of levels.
In fact, Yang Lin also practiced the internal force and mind method, and the dead wood breathing qigong.
However, his kung fu is a hard kung fu, and he has no special training method for light kung fu. His running skills are not as good as those of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.
This is indeed a very depressing thing.
This person has practiced Qing Gong.
Master doesn't hide anything.
And he was just a registered lay disciple of Monk Kumu of Yunqi Temple in Lin'an Prefecture.
The master is neither brilliant nor will he give everything he has to teach.
After all, he is not a Buddhist disciple and has not become a monk.
However, the Buddhist sect takes martial arts very seriously and puts them to the test here and there. Within ten or twenty years, the lay disciples will never be able to obtain the true and unique skills.
…
He failed to kill all the four ghosts of the Yellow River, and his martial arts performance score was only 40 points, which was 20 points short of the requirement to upgrade to the master-level martial arts realm...
Yang Lin was sullen and had nowhere to vent. He turned around and led the Taihu heroes and villagers to pursue the victory and kill all the remaining golden soldiers.
When everyone was cleaning up the battlefield and mourning their old friends, the real king of Yuyangzi jumped back after a few ups and downs.
As soon as he landed, he said apologetically: "I don't have enough cultivation to leave behind the Dragon King of the Ghost Gate. That man is indeed an old thief who has been traversing the Yellow River for many years. He is very cunning and he escaped after being beaten."
When Pindao saw him boarding the official ship, he was worried that there was still someone to support him, and he was worried about the war at Guiyun Village. After thinking about it, he stopped pursuing him. "
"Thank you so much, Taoist Master, for your help. Please come in and serve tea."
Yang Lin naturally would not blame the Quanzhen Taoist Priest.
He could not recall in his memory that he had any friendship with this person.
It can only be said that it is very likely that Wang Chu didn't like the Kingdom of Jin and had a good impression of the Taihu heroes led by him. Therefore, when he saw the crisis, he spontaneously came to help.
Some of the Quanzhen Seven Sons have been running around in the world like this.
Especially Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, they had very hot tempers and would kill golden soldiers at every turn.
However, Yang Lin still couldn't understand some of Qiu Chuji's actions.
But Wang Chuyi is downright warm-hearted.
He can go through fire and water and work hard without any reason at all.
I helped you, but I don’t even know why.
Such a Taoist priest is certainly worthy of respect.
…
They said they were serving tea, but Wang Chuyi did not rest first. Instead, he went to the study room to check the injury of the little girl Lu Xiaowan.
After Yun Gong treated her for a long time and saw that the little girl's breathing became stable, she took a pen and wrote out the prescription, handed it to Mrs. Lu, and asked her to arrange for her servants to prepare the medicine.
In front of the little girl, Wang Chuyi said nothing.
It was only when he arrived in the living room and waited for the servants to serve fragrant tea that he let out a long sigh.
"Miss Xiaowan received a ghostly fire and sinister wind palm from the Dragon King Sha Tongtian of the Ghost Sect. The cold flames entered her internal organs and were extremely difficult to get rid of.
The key is that her physique is too weak. Even if she just scratched a little bit and the internal energy entered her body, it would be like a maggot attached to her bones, alas..."
"Is there no other way to think of?" Yang Lin was shocked and asked quickly.
"That's not the case. There are two ways... One is to ask Emperor Dali to take action and use one Yang Finger to heal the injury.
However, Pindao's face was not enough to ask him to help.
Another, and of course the best way, is to have a master who has mastered the Quanzhen Religion's innate skills cleanse her marrow and cut her pulse... The Yin Fire injury will naturally disappear, and not only will it not damage Miss Xiaowan's The foundation will actually strengthen his physique. "
"Then who has mastered the Xiantian Kung Fu?"
Mrs. Lu asked anxiously.
"I am ashamed of myself. In fact, none of the seven Quanzhen teachers and brothers have mastered even half of the master's skills. They have not even touched the innate skills."
Looking at Mrs. Lu's depressed expression, Wang Chuyi comforted her again: "However, there is no need to be too anxious. Xiaowan's injury, after being suppressed by the poor Yuyang Qi, should be able to prevent recurrence within three years. , we’ll think of a solution later.”
Several members of the Lu family were also inconceivable, especially Yang Lin. He knew that no one in the Quanzhen sect had mastered the innate skills even after thirty years, let alone three years.
At this time I felt very anxious.
…
After talking about Lu Xiaowan’s injury.
Lu Chengfeng and his wife began to salute again and again, thanking Master Yuyangzi for his life-saving grace.
Wang Chuyi hurriedly refused: "Well, I didn't help much. It seems that Sha Tongtian had been injured by the sword a long time ago. If not, he would not be so focused on escaping, and he would not have a strong fighting spirit." …
Unexpectedly, in addition to his mastery of calligraphy and painting, the owner of Guiyun Village in Taihu, Mr. Lu, was also a hidden master of martial arts. He not only had deep internal strength, but also had incomparable air-cleaving palm power, and was also good at swordsmanship. "
When he first entered the study, he saw at a glance that there was an iron bag hanging on the door, with heavy palm prints on it.
Then, I knew that this was someone practicing the power of splitting the air.
However, he guessed one thing wrong.
Lu Chengfeng smiled bitterly and said: "The palm power of splitting the air, Lu, a useless person, has learned a thing or two, and he has practiced hard.
However, I am ashamed to say that the wound on Sha Tongtian's chest was not caused by the old man, but by the dog. "
"It's actually Mr. Lu, the owner of the village?"
Wang Chu's eyes lit up, and he noticed at this moment that Yang Lin's body was full of energy and blood. Under the induction of his inner energy, he found that the other party was standing next to him, like a huge furnace.
He was startled, reached out and grabbed Yang Lin's wrist.
He touched his pulse with two fingers, felt it for a moment, and praised loudly: "The body is like a dragon and an elephant, the blood is like mercury slurry, and the meridians are smooth and thick. It is indeed an excellent seedling for practicing martial arts."
But I don’t know why, at such an old age, Xiaoyou Lu has only developed a little bit of superficial internal strength. "
"This matter is beyond words."
Lu Chengfeng looked complicated and didn't know how to answer.
On the other hand, Mrs. Lu glanced at Lu Chengfeng with resentment, looked at Yang Lin with some distress, and explained: "I have been fond of martial arts since I was a child. I visited famous people everywhere, but I couldn't get in.
A few years ago, I spent a large amount of sesame oil at Yunqi Temple in Lin'an Prefecture, and finally persuaded Master Kumu of the Xianxia Sect to accept him as a registered disciple and teach him some skills. "
Wang Chuyi's eyes were even brighter, he looked at Yang Lin with burning eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "I know Monk Kumu of the Xianxia Sect, and he is also a good player in the world.
However, since he did not ordain him, that means he did not recognize him as a true disciple, and he was not considered to have entered the Buddhist sect.
On the other hand, my Quanzhen religion recruits talented people from all over the world, teaching them regardless of their differences.
My son is extremely talented and has a chivalrous heart. The old Taoist is happy, why not..."
Wang Chuyi was still thinking about how to word his words, his dark face turning slightly red.
Usually there are always people begging to become Quanzhen, but now I am rushing to accept a disciple. This is really not easy to say.
Mrs. Lu Shu Yuxian was overjoyed and said quickly: "Okay, okay, it would be great if my child can enter Quanzhen and become a disciple of the Taoist Master."
"No..." Lu Chengfeng suddenly stopped him urgently.
