"Come out."
Yang Lin punched the chicken-skinned old man's head, dropped the blood beads on his hand in disgust, and turned to look behind the tree.
A person appeared from behind the willow tree. He looked tall and thin.
As soon as he emerged, his figure inflated like air, becoming broad-shouldered and broad-backed, with a waist like a bucket.
The upper body wears two yellow shorts, revealing a large area of skin covered with patterns, with a rough appearance and piles of flesh.
“You were not mentally controlled by Sandu Lie, but instead punched him to death.
Well, die well. That guy looked down on our totem Batulu all day long, and he was really upset. "
This guy doesn't seem to be very clear-headed.
As soon as he came out, he kept chattering, and when he caught Yang Lin, his enemy, he also vented his bitterness.
"Ever since the incident happened that year, these priests have started to tremble. They don't take our Baturu seriously at all, but the king also trusts them. Do you think it's strange?"
"I don't know if it's strange, but I know that even if you use all the totem power in your body, you will still inevitably die."
Yang Lin's inner vision was activated, and everything around him seemed to be reflected in a bright mirror.
Including the previous sacrifices to Sandu Lie, as well as those poisonous snakes, scorpions, centipedes and other insects.
Of course, this also includes Batulu, who is hiding behind the tree in some unknown way, preparing to strike with thunder.
However, even if he sensed it before, he never thought that the other party would use such a strange method of spiritual attack.
There is no way to hide even if you want to.
Fortunately, he has practiced Chinese martial arts to the peak of Huajin, his internal strength has reached the perfection of the Great Zhoutian, his energy is abundant, and his spiritual energy is flourishing.
Both willpower and mental strength are nourished to be extremely strong.
The attack of the old sacrificial man was a very rough shock wave. It only stunned Yang Lin for a tenth of a second, but it was not enough to restrict his actions.
After reacting, in order to stop the opponent from using any strange methods, he showed no mercy and punched his head off.
And this seemingly brainless Batulu, who was chattering there, certainly didn't really want to say anything secret, or shake hands and make peace.
Although this guy looks very rude, he is actually very scheming.
The dense blood-colored totems on his body were strangely able to absorb a faint and weak energy from the air.
And, guiding the gathering, gathering the fists.
It would be a lie to say that I wasn't curious after seeing this kind of attack method that was beyond my understanding.
Therefore, Yang Lin watched helplessly, trying to figure out what kind of trump card he had in the Jin Kingdom Palace.
If you don’t know anything about it, you might end up in a big mess in the future.
Although he has defeated Qiu Qianren, Yang Lin has no arrogance about being invincible, nor does he feel that he can ignore all the masters in the world.
Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win.
Compared to this, Qiu Qianren and Wanyan Honglie, who had fled to nowhere, were not that important.
"die."
Jinguo Batulu seemed to be angered by Yang Lin's contempt. The blood on his body flashed, and half an inch of red flames flew up with a puff.
The fist was fierce, and the black-red energy was as strong as molten lava. With a loud bang, a foot-long flame shot up and punched Yang Lin head-on.
Direct, explosive, without any twists and turns.
Feeling the oncoming heat and powerful impact, Yang Lin smiled and said, "Are you too underestimated the Central Plains Martial Arts, and you don't know where the confidence comes from?"
His left hand turned into a palm, and he held it at his side. With one palm, he faced the fiery fist and stamped it with a pop.
Click...
Batulu just grunted, and started from the fist with his right hand. The flames seemed to be poured down by ice water, and a cloud of mist exploded.
The black-red fist, from the edge of the fist to the shoulder bone, exploded into fine bone powder inch by inch. The exploded bone fragments broke through the flesh and blood, making a whooshing sound.
In the midst of the other party's miserable roar, Yang Lin rushed forward, grabbed his neck and lifted him up, saying in a cold voice: "Where is Wanyan Honglie? How many of you are here?"
"I don't know. I just came to intercept them on the orders of the Imperial Master. Tuomut and the others have already left with King Zhao. Only Sandu Lie and I are watching the battle."
"National Division?"
Yang Lin heard this word keenly.
He remembered the Jin Kingdom's national master Pu Feng whom he had seen in a fantasy world, but that was when he entered the fantasy world of practicing Quanzhen Internal Skills.
That guy was three meters tall, with patterns all over his body, muscles like iron all over his body, and his bones towering like a human being.
In that battle, the Zhongyi Army paid a huge price. Even Zhongnan Divine Sword Ye Wentian fell on the spot. Just think about it and you will know how difficult the opponent is.
Isn't that guy dead?
Could it be that he was saved again in the end.
"Is Pu Feng still alive?"
"Haha, if my master Pu Feng was still alive, how could there be any place for you Jianghu people to gain a foothold?"
Seemingly seeing that Yang Lin had no intention of sparing his life, the man's eyes became fierce again, "Song Gou, don't be complacent. If you kill Sandu Lie, the Imperial Master will not let you go.
Hehe, you would never imagine how many tricks that old guy with all his teeth has? "
Seeing that this guy came and went as a powerful national master, but did not tell any useful information, Yang Lin used his fingers to pinch his throat bones and threw him to the ground.
Looking up and down the river, there was no trace of Qiu Qianren entering the water.
"As expected of someone who could make that old naughty boy like Zhou Botong chase him for thousands of miles without killing him. This lightness kung fu and his ability to escape are simply unparalleled in the world."
Yang Lin secretly cursed, but was not too disappointed.
In general, the reason why Qiu Qianren was able to be severely injured with one sword in the past was mostly because the opponent was a little careless.
If the opponent against him is not himself, but the five unique skills in the world, it is absolutely impossible for him to challenge the unique skills head-on.
As a result, when the situation turned bad, it was too late to retreat.
There is also a huge difference in strength between the two. Even if he encounters a life-or-death crisis, he can still retreat at the last moment and escape immediately with only a few superficial sword wounds.
"It has not damaged his muscles, bones and cultivation. It is a disaster after all."
Yang Lin was silent for a moment, knowing that he wanted to kill this person completely, but with his current strength, he was still unable to do so.
It must be improved a step further.
He's done the math.
If we look at it purely from the perspective of internal strength cultivation, he is still a long way from Qiu Qianren's level of breaking through the Ren channel and opening up the Du channel.
In terms of the state of a master who is at the peak of his martial arts power alone, he is still slightly inferior to his opponent.
Because the quality of strength is not as refined as the other party's.
Qi and blood energy can turn into physical strength. At this stage, it is inherently weaker than the internal energy.
Maybe it's better in terms of quantity, but it's not as good as in quality.
Yang Lin was slightly better, and even though he was slightly inferior in both aspects, he finally won the battle.
In fact, it is because he has integrated the energy of Qi and blood with the cultivation of inner Qi. After the two are combined, they are far superior in quantity and not far behind in quality.
If you hit it again, it will be like a pile of bricks, but you can still break a stone after all.
It's not that his realm is higher than Qiu Qianren's.
When Qiu Qianren reacted, relying on his unparalleled Qinggong and the mysterious Yin-Yang Iron Palm, he fought guerrilla warfare around him. Even if he couldn't win, he would never lose.
In other words, as long as Yang Lin didn't find the opportunity to gather his energy, blood, and internal strength into a single blow, he would have plenty of ways to hold on.
And, find opportunities to counterattack.
He believed that Qiu Qianren would be able to react to this problem soon.
After gaining experience in fighting against masters like myself, there is no need to take advantage of the opponent's surprise and seize the weakness to kill with one strike.
…
On a low mountain in the distance, surrounded by armored sergeants holding long swords and crossbows, a middle-aged man in strange clothes and a high hat suddenly turned around, with a trace of sadness in his blue eyes, "Sandu Lie. died."
Wanyan Honglie was startled when he heard this and clenched his fists fiercely.
A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.
Since Sandu Lie, the late priest, is dead, presumably, the Seven-leaf Batulu Sadaya who accompanied him in setting up the ambush must also be dead.
"For today's kindness, Xiao Wang will personally go to express his gratitude to the Imperial Master for his great kindness and righteousness."
Wanyan Honglie stabilized his mind and saluted cautiously.
The tall-hatted middle-aged man turned around and grinned, stretched out his hand to stop Wanyan Honglie's salute, and said with a smile: "The Imperial Master is old, and his body is about to return to nature, transform into all things, and his soul will be reincarnated.
I don’t care much about these false things for a long time, and I don’t look down on your thank you.
However, what the Imperial Master has never forgotten is the future of the Great Jin Kingdom.
After everything reaches its peak, it will decline. This is a natural and hard-to-understand principle.
Although he accepted it in his heart, he also had some regrets... He hoped that some talents could come out of the clan, preferably those who could extend Dai Jin's life, innovate old customs, and reverse the decline.
King Zhao is now highly valued by everyone, so he must be cautious on weekdays.
Isn’t there a saying from the Song dynasty? The son of a rich man, unable to sit down in public, hangs out with these people in the world, and eventually loses his dignity. "
"What Lord Tuomut said is absolutely true, Xiao Wang, don't worry."
Wanyan Honglie didn't seem to mind at all and humbly accepted the other party's advice, or rather advice.
He didn't dare not listen.
Whether it is now or in the future.
The power in the palace is crucial, and it is related to whether he can go further.
It is also related to whether he can really revive the Jin Kingdom's century-old plan.
Watching Tuomute leading the Batulus away, Wanyan Honglie thought for a long time before asking: "How is the situation?"
A figure appeared next to him, and replied with a pale face: "Qiu Gang Leader was injured and defeated, and escaped by water. Now he is nowhere to be found. He must have hid somewhere to recuperate.
As far as I know about this person, he will not show up until his injury is completely healed. "
"Old and cunning." Wanyan Honglie muttered in a low voice, but he was helpless.
There was no expert guard around him at this time, and he felt particularly cold in the wind and water.
I was afraid that some master from the Song Dynasty would directly find his hiding place and rush over to kill him.
This is completely insecure.
"Where is Mr. Ouyang? Has the news not come yet?"
Then, Wanyan Honglie thought of another thing, and he couldn't control his headache.
Mr. Ouyang's reputation and strength can certainly frighten the world.
However, I wonder if he can bear the reality of his nephew being beaten into a pulp with a palm?
If he knew the news, would he be angry with himself?
“Send someone to find him first and tell him everything that happened tonight, without any concealment.
At the same time, praising Lu Guanying's martial arts skills aroused his hatred and competitiveness...
Just say, just say, my wife and son also died in that battle. "
Wanyan Honglie felt extremely heavy.
Let out a long sigh.
This time, it's not acting.
But really sad and lost.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Ouyang has actually arrived in the Central Plains a long time ago. News just came that someone broke into the Chongyang Palace.
Tan Chuduan, the eldest son of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, was shocked to death with a palm, and his internal organs were all shattered. At the same time, five third-generation disciples died...
Moreover, on the same day, a battle also broke out at the Tomb of the Living Dead not far from Chongyang Palace.
Half of the Broken Dragon Stone had fallen, and someone was injured and escaped.
According to the analysis of the spies, the person who broke into the palace and fought is suspected to be Mr. Ouyang. "
"I didn't expect that he would still never forget the Nine Yin Sutra."
Wanyan Honglie felt happy at first, then troubled.
Today's confrontation with Quanzhen Sect King Chuyi caused such a big disturbance. He was so depressed that he didn't even dare to stay in his old home, and fled to the barren mountains in embarrassment.
But he didn't expect that Ouyang Feng would directly kill one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons. Who knew how much trouble would be caused?
However, this was fine, since they were already irreconcilable, and it was impossible for him to let go of today's hatred and forget the shame of being hunted.
Do the two things at the same time, first find a way to deal with Taihu Guiyun Village and then talk about other things.
Otherwise, if there is such a powerful master staring at you all day long, then there is nothing you can do.
"Cast a wide net, search everywhere, and find Mr. Ouyang and Gang Leader Qiu as soon as possible. This matter cannot be delayed any longer."
Wanyan Honglie's eyes were calm and he said coldly.
"yes."
The man in black beside him responded softly, his body swayed and disappeared into the shadows.
…
When Yang Lin returned to the city.
Then they saw Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji rushing over.
Seeing that Yang Lin was unhurt, he let out a long breath.
Qiu Chuji's nature was like a blazing fire. Although he was a little out of breath at this time, his fighting spirit was not reduced, "Then Iron Palm floated on the water, but escaped?
Unexpectedly, even this person joined the Jin Kingdom and became a traitor. What a pity.
It's a shame that I didn't have the strength to catch up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let him come and go so easily. "
"Junior brother, you'd better change your temper... Qiu Qianren is extremely powerful, his iron palms are famous in Sanxiang, and he is a person who is qualified to hold a Huashan sword debate.
Our fellow apprentices went up, and unless seven people surrounded him and set up a formation, there was nothing we could do to him. "
Ma Yu said something dumbfounded to Qiu Chuji, but he didn't say much about his fierce fighting spirit. He just smiled happily and said, "Senior nephew Lu, this swordsmanship is indeed amazing. It can integrate qi, blood and internal strength into one." Furnace, condensing the void and turning it into reality, I must have discovered the secret of innate skills."
When he said this, he was thoughtful, obviously thinking of some past events.
At that time, Chongyang Master also integrated his essence, energy, and spirit into one, and used his innate skills. His power was unparalleled, and no one in the world could stop him.
Even the magical power of snapping fingers, Yiyang Finger, Toad Kung Fu and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms...
In terms of internal strength and quality, which are superior to others in innate skills, they are also defeated quickly like boiling water and snow.
Qiu Chuji was also filled with admiration: "Since Master Chongyang passed away, our Quanzhen Sect no longer has the ability to intimidate Xiao Xiao.
The innate skill is too profound, and a poor Taoist cannot understand it. Even though the master brother has some skills, his state of mind is still lacking.
It's a great blessing that you can learn it, Master Nephew Lu. I'm very happy and congratulated. "
Therefore, although Qiu Chuji always gambles and fights and never admits defeat, there are not many people who really blame him.
Because this person is straightforward.
He spoke from the bottom of his heart and was really happy for Yang Lin.
He completely forgot about the fact that during the sword fight in March, Yang Lin lost his face and defeated him on the spot.
In his view, winning or losing is normal, and integrity cannot be lost.
This is an old Taoist priest who accepts death.
Although he is not easy to deal with, as long as you understand his temper, it is still easy to get along with him.
As for Ma Yu, he was calm and diluted.
His temperament is extremely calm, and he rarely even feels envious.
Yang Lin suspected that this master master had actually been practicing the Twelve Levels of the Golden Guan and Jade Lock for all these years.
However, he has not yet succeeded in practicing it, so he has not begun to understand the innate skill.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "It's not that I have understood the innate skills, but I have borrowed some of their concepts, integrated the qi, blood and internal force into one, and used some of the power.
There is still a long way to go before I can achieve it. Let’s not talk about it for now. How is my master doing? "
"Because I was worried that you wouldn't be able to handle it alone, your head teacher and I rushed over here without stopping. There's no need to worry about Junior Brother Wang.
As long as the medicine is complete, it is not difficult to remove the toxins. "
Qiu Chuji stroked his beard and chuckled. When he said this, his eyebrows stood up again, "Oh, I lost the gambling fight eighteen years ago. I didn't expect that boy Yang Kang to have such a temperament that he regards his thieves as his father and doesn't remember grudges. It’s really an insult to our ancestors, and it’s also a dereliction of duty on my part as a master.”
Several people talked all the way to the store where Wang Chuyi lived.
At this time, the turmoil in the city has basically calmed down.
Without Wanyan Honglie in charge, there was no master of suffering. The royal family of the Jin Kingdom strangely did not regard these minor disturbances as a big deal and did not continue to search and track them.
This kind of behavior also allowed Yang Lin to see how corrupt the Jurchen clan, which was so powerful and powerful in the past, had destroyed the Liao and invaded the Song Dynasty.
They basically closed their doors and enjoyed the prosperity.
As long as the matter has nothing to do with him, he just hangs it high. He doesn't have the same wolfish ambition as before that wanted to take over the world.
This is an old wolf that has long been fed and drunk, and is just waiting silently for death.
To the north, there was a young alpha wolf, staring ambitiously, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.
Of course, in the extreme south, there is a group of sheep, grazing hard and helpless.
…
When Wang Chuji heard Qiu Chuji talking about the previous events with Guo Jing and Yang Tiexin, Wang Chuyi was almost stunned.
Looking at my apprentice, I can't get enough of him.
In my heart, I was thinking that joining Guiyun Village and his party on a whim was probably the most cost-effective deal I had ever made in my life.
He took in a disciple and not only killed a bunch of masters in Prince Zhao's Mansion, but Ouyang Ke and Mei Chaofeng also died in his hands.
Moreover, the most incredible thing is that he also defeated Qiu Qianren, the floating iron palm on the water.
But he is a person who can be compared with the five best people in the world.
Such a record, considering his age, is simply unbelievable.
Even the original Chongyang Master couldn't have achieved such a record at his age.
With this disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, it is just around the corner that the Quanzhen Sect will prosper again and become even better than before.
After talking about the past, Qiu Chuji felt ashamed and surrendered to the Jiangnan Six Monsters.
After eighteen years of bets and grudges, once the feud was cleared up, both parties were in love with each other, so the conversation naturally became lively.
Qiu Chuji, in particular, was full of praise for Guo Jing, claiming that Brother Xiaotian had a successor.
Looking at Yang Tiexin again, there was guilt in his eyes: "I can't help my brother, I caused so many things, and I also taught the children bad things."
"I don't blame the Taoist Priest. If the Taoist Priest hadn't paid close attention to him for so many years, it would have been difficult for me to find Zhuojing and my child."
Yang Tiexin's eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
He said with a smile, not minding Qiu Chuji's words.
Speaking of which, he got his wish. Although there were some unsatisfactory aspects, it was much better than before.
Qiu Chuji chatted for a few words, and after calling Guo Jing with the Jiangnan Six Monsters and asking him to pay homage to Uncle Yang, he chuckled and said, "Today we meet old friends and reunite... Junior Brother Wang's injury is no longer an obstacle, which is considered a happy event.
That might as well add to the joy.
I still remember the marriage between Brother Guo Xiaotian and Brother Yang, so I might as well settle the matter today. "
He smiled happily, and even more excited when he thought of the past events eighteen years ago, "Back when we had a drink with each other in the snow, the two brothers Guo Yang and Guo Yang were very heroic. The two ladies were also pregnant at the same time, and they even proposed to marry... …
Now that we meet again, it feels like a lifetime ago. Although Brother Yang gave birth to a son, he just pretended that he didn't exist.
Fortunately, I have a very well-behaved daughter. Miss Nianci is beautiful and smart at first glance, which makes people really like her... Her martial arts style seems to be that of senior Bei Beihong, and she is exactly the right person for me.
Why not let her and Guo Jing form a good relationship between Qin and Jin? Wouldn't it be a good story? "
