"Dragon snatcher?" Murong Fu was sucked in by Song Qingshu and looked at Song Qingshu in shock. Just now I saw him suck Zhao Min over like this, but now that I have experienced it myself, it is really unbelievable to suck such a first-class master as myself through the air. I didn't expect Qiao Feng to come out of the world, and there were other people who practiced such a magic skill as a dragon snatcher.

This is Murong Fu's misunderstanding, Song Qingshu is just adapted from the absorption of water by the green dragon in the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, plus he often practices swordsmanship, practice makes perfect, but he has no master and has mastered a method that is no less than dragon capture.

Song Qingshu didn't know that Murong Fu had already turned so many thoughts in his heart, and it was really unexpected to see Ping Yi's point of force just now, so he didn't dare to be careless.

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending?" Ping pointed at his eyes, his whole body trembled, and he actually used the same move to meet him.

"How is that possible?" Song Qingshu was also shocked in his heart, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye, and each time they attacked with the same move, and the power seemed to be a little greater.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu's martial arts cultivation was higher than that of the other party, and he was shocked and hasty, but he was not taken advantage of by Ping Yizhi. After the two separated, Song Qingshu looked at Ping Yi with jealousy: "What kind of internal strength are you?"

After the initial shock, Song Qingshu slowly calmed down, and he could already see that although the other party's tricks were similar, the luck method was completely different from the genuine martial arts.

After so many moves, Song Qingshu gradually found that although the moves used by Ping Yizhi were different, there was a trace of law in the dark, and the luck and power methods between the moves were in the same line, and Song Qingshu speculated that he used the same kind of internal strength to urge various moves, so as to achieve the so-called effect of "returning the other body with the other way".

"I underestimated you, but I didn't expect you to see the clues in such a short time. Ping Yizhi was shocked in his heart, "Hehe, but what can you do if you can see it, can you still recognize this magic skill?"

If it were someone else, it would be fine, but in the previous life, Song Qingshu was so familiar with Jin Yong's novels, although the general sect martial arts are familiar with the origin of Cheng Dù, who may not be as good as the Gusu Murong family, but he is very clear about the divine skills.

Thinking of an exercise, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly brightened, but he soon fell into doubts again, so he had to ask, "Are you from the Loose Sect?"

"Huh, you actually know about the Loose Sect?" Ping looked at him in disbelief, but he didn't expect Song Qingshu to know this martial arts secret at a young age.

"What does Li Qiushui have to do with you?" Song Qingshu pondered, among the three elders of the Carefree School, Wu Yazi is the best at "Northern Shengong", Tianshan Tong is good at "Eight Desolations and I Respect Gong", or Lao Shizi "Immortal Changchun Gong", Li Qiushui is good at "Little Wuxianggong".

With Li Qiushui's nature of loving and nurturing faces, there is nothing surprising about the circulation of "Little Wuxianggong", such as the big wheel Ming King Jiu Mozhi, Song Qingshu actually wanted to ask him many times if his "Little Wuxianggong" was obtained by Li Qiushui, but he was worried that it would touch the painful memories of the national teacher when he was young and make a face, which would cause him to turn his face, so he was embarrassed to ask.

Of course, this qiē is just Song Qingshu's ill-intentioned gossip, and Gu Mozhi's "Xiao Wuxianggong" may also be taken from the Langhuan blessed land of the Gusu Wang's family, so I won't show it for the time being.

"You even know this?" Ping Yizhi was shocked, thinking that Song Qingshu already knew about it, and he no longer concealed it, "Although the taste of that old demon woman is good, but she is a dignified man, how can she be willing to be humiliated by a woman, Lao Tzu took her "Little Wuxianggong" when he fled, and he was used as a prostitute, and since then the two have not owed each other. ”

Looking at the short and chubby Ping Yizhi and the two disgusting beards, Song Qingshu was full of slander in his heart: it is rumored that Li Qiushui liked to find young and handsome young men for her to have fun with.

"Speaking of which, Murong Gongzi still has to call me a godfather, hahaha. Ping Yizhi laughed loudly, apparently thinking of something extremely happy.

"Bastard!" Murong Fu didn't know the relationship between Li Qiushui and Wang Yuyan, and was confused, but when he heard Ping Yizhi's words, he was still furious, and he was about to rush up, but was stopped by Song Qingshu.

Now that Ping Yizhi's strength is unknown, Song Qingshu is worried that he will give his life in vain, after all, he is also helping each other for his own affairs, and if something happens, he can't help it.

"Xiao Wuxiang Gong has no form, no trace to be found, as long as you know the moves of other martial arts, you can imitate other people's mastery or even better than the original, and there is a certain amount of figuration with the Murong family," Song Qingshu said the characteristics of Xiao Wuxiang Gong in an instant, Ping Yizhi's face was cloudy, and Murong Fu was thoughtful, "Doctor Ping, I want to see if you can imitate my palm technique?"

As soon as the words fell, a palm fluttered towards him.

Ping Yi pointed to see that his move was obviously a certain style of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to have become the fragrance of the Emei faction through the cloud palm, and there was a bit of the shadow of Wudang Mianzhang, looking at his subsequent changes, it seemed to be mixed with Kongtong Seven Wounds Fist, Songshan Da Songyang Palm Fist, just looking at it made me feel bored and disgusting, how could Ping Yizhi still imitate his moves, and hurriedly raised his palms to greet him, but was gently turned by Song Qingshu's palm and pressed to the shoulder.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu didn't vomit his palm, and suddenly felt a terrible finger wind shooting from the volley, hurriedly dodged, and retreated.

"Dali Duan's One Yang Finger!" Murong Fu saw it and exclaimed.

Ping Yizhi took the opportunity to distance himself from Song Qingshu, looking at each other vigilantly, his shoulder was just blown by his palm, and he was already sore, fortunately he was forced away by Yiyang's finger, otherwise his shoulder bone would have been shattered.

"Are you finally willing to use your housekeeping skills?" Song Qingshu smiled slightly, with his eyesight, he naturally found that the attainment of Ping Yizhi on Yiyang Finger was much stronger than his imitation of other people's moves with Xiao Wuxianggong, "It's just that Your Excellency has also learned how to practice the secret of Dali Duan Style, it's really strange, strange......"

"What's so strange about Hui Yiyang, Ping Yi refers to Ping Yi, the name of the old man is not called in vain. Ping looked at him with a smile, but he already had a retreat in his heart.

"Since Your Excellency's conceited fingering is superb, and you have just called yourself Pingyi, then what is Your Excellency's previous name?" Zhao Min was shrewd, and soon realized the flaw in his words.

Ping Yiyi breathed a little, but he didn't expect a flaw in his words, and said quietly: "Instead of caring about my name, the little girl should care about the poison in her body." You'd better persuade your lover and let him help the old man kill Murong Fu, and the old man will naturally detoxify you. ”

"Catching you will naturally force you to hand over the antidote. Song Qingshu snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he attacked in front of Ping Yizhi.

Ping Yizhi didn't expect his body technique to be so fast, and he was shocked to dismantle everything he had learned in his life. I saw that the fingers in the middle of the field were vertical and horizontal, the smoke and dust were everywhere, and the two of them had already dismantled dozens of moves.

Suddenly, there was a muffled cry, and Ping Yi said that he was lucky to be rewarded with a kiss and a kiss

It turned out that Ping Yizhi was hit by Song Qingshu's palm, and suffered Yan Zhan's internal injuries, and he could no longer maintain his original body shape, and his whole body crackled with a crisp sound, and the short and fat famous murderer doctor actually turned into a tall and thin middle-aged man.

"Murong Jingyue?" Seeing the man's appearance clearly, Song Qingshu was stunned, how could it be him? But in this way, it was clear why Ping Yizhi wanted to kill Murong Fu with his own hand.

Suddenly, with a coquettish reprimand, a white dress of ice and snow rushed out of the ambushed woods, and a long whip wrapped far away around Ping Yizhi's body.

Ping was seriously injured with one finger, and in the blink of an eye, he was left and right by Bing Xue'er's fierce attack, but his martial arts cultivation was still there, and Bing Xue Er cared about the power of his Yang Finger, and he couldn't help him for a while.

Worried that something would happen to Bing Xue'er, Song Qingshu hurriedly rushed over to help her, who knew that she was in mid-air, and suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking the air on her side, and hurriedly shrank her waist, and turned over in mid-air, dodging the attack.

As soon as he landed, the sharp weapon that flew over just now circled back, Song Qingshu didn't know the truth and didn't dare to take it hard, and he avoided it dangerously on the side of his body. Finally saw the sneak attacker clearly, and couldn't help but be angry: "King of the Golden Wheel!"

"County Lord, my subordinates are late to save the car, and I hope to forgive my sins. As soon as Xuan Ming's second elder finished speaking, he pounced on Zhao Min when Song Qingshu was dragged by the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Murong Fu was taken aback, and hurriedly raised his sword to greet him, who knew that the two elders of Xuan Ming were the best at joint attacks, one of them used a deer's head staff to support his long sword, and the other raised his palm to attack.

Murong Fu hurriedly greeted him with a palm, only to feel that the cold was pressing, and he entered through his arm without having time to react, Lu Zhuke's other hand quietly stretched out from his arms and hit him in the abdomen, and the crane pen Weng's crane beak pen also ghostly stretched out and swept his ribs.

After all, Murong Fu was once a master on the same level as Qiao Feng, although the incident happened suddenly, and he fell into danger all of a sudden, but in a hurry, he used the Dou Zhuan Xing Mind Shifting Method, so that the strength of the two of them on his body canceled each other, and while the two of them were stunned, they hurriedly used the power of the shock to retreat to a few zhang away, and their clothes were already soaked in cold sweat.

The two elders of Xuan Ming looked at their palms suspiciously, and shouted in unison:

"Give back to the other in his own way?"

"Fighting the stars?"

Murong Fu looked at the situation in the field, these two eccentric old men were not opponents themselves, the big monk with the wheel seemed to be not under Song Qingshu, plus many Sun and Moon Divine Sect masters, he quickly had an idea in his heart, but thinking that Song Qingshu had just given him the secret book of divine skills, he was too unkind, and he couldn't help but retreat for a while.

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