Chapter Ninety-Three: Kindness Is Not Lost
After finishing the Huashan incident, Yan Kang returned to Qingcheng and collapsed on the sofa again, while cultivating, he looked down on the clouds. www.biquge.info He didn't choose to turn Xiaoao into a hell on earth now, not because his heart suddenly softened again, but because he was afraid that Dongfang would be undefeated because the situation changed too quickly and went astray, and he didn't practice Xiaoao Supreme Martial Arts "Sunflower Treasure Book".
On this day, a woman wearing a jade girl and a cherry blossom dress came to Qingcheng Mountain, and she pointed at the Songfeng Temple with a proud face, "Where is your head?"
Unexpectedly, no disciple felt humiliated, but took it for granted, Liang Kuan replied respectfully: "The sect leader is practicing in retreat in the pine forest, I will send someone to invite him back!"
"Master?"
"Senior Sister Hui, the Qingcheng Sect has been renamed the Seven Killing God Sect. "The girl is not very old, but the status of the rivers and lakes is rarely based on age.
"Oh, Liang Chao is not easy to match, five years ago, when the Emei Masters Meeting, when the heroes of various factions competed, Liang Chao's heart-destroying palm that destroyed the golden cracked stone is still fresh in my memory. What's the name of this new leader?"
"This ...... We only call the head of the sect the master, and we don't know the name. ”
"Huh...... It seems that the sect leader doesn't trust you!, but the sect leader has handed over the Qingcheng faction to you to take care of, so it stands to reason that you should be his close person, how can you ......?"
The family revenge has been avenged, and he has turned back to the shy and good young man he used to be, and he is already a little restrained in front of beautiful women, and Liang Kuan is even more embarrassed when he says this.
"I also invite my senior sister to enter the temple to rest, so that my junior brother can serve some tea to my senior sister. ”
I just wanted to refuse, but I pursed my lips and was quite dry, so I nodded naturally.
The guests and hosts sat down, and they talked happily for a while.
"Just now I heard my junior brother say that the name of your sect is the Seven Killings God Sect, and I am quite curious about which Seven Killings it is?"
"Those who disrespect their parents will be killed, those who destroy their families and families will be killed, those who deceive teachers and their ancestors will be killed, those who will be abandoned from the beginning of chaos will be killed, those who are treacherous will be killed, those who are disrespectful to God and religion will be killed, and those who do not like the eyes will be killed! These are the seven killings. ”
"Huh...... I think the Seven Killing God Cult is mostly a group of wine bags and rice bags, I wonder if my words can be regarded as a crime of "disrespecting the Divine Religion"?" her tone was quite casual, and the meaning of teasing was overflowing. She has been disciplined in Mount Emei for a long time, and it is difficult to come out, so it is not bad to have some fun.
It's just that she soon understands that she has found a lot of fun.
I saw that her white neck was pinched by the palm of the same smooth jade and lifted from the seat.
Breathing was blocked, she beat Yan Kang's arm in a panic, forgetting that she had a deep internal force to carry the internal force to beat, and she looked like the flowers in the greenhouse were silly and sweet.
"I can't breathe, I'm Zhu Yingyue, the only daughter of the saint today, you ...... Ahem...... If you dare to ...... me Well, my father won't ...... Won't let you go. ”
Hearing this, he frowned, he was not afraid of things, but he didn't want to find trouble either.
"Ahem......" Zhu Yinyue, who fell to the ground, couldn't stop panting, and then picked up the sword next to the seat, "The old lady is not finished with you!"
said that it is a thorn with Emei characteristics. The sword has 18 basic moves, such as splitting, stabbing, teasing, sweeping, intercepting, hanging, collapsing, pointing, wiping, lifting, cloud, frame, blocking, belting, piercing, chopping, cutting, and holding, but each party has a different understanding of the basic moves and has evolved into many swordsmanship of various schools of martial arts.
Among them, the Emei faction's stabbing method is the most distinctive, and for this reason, the Emei faction's exclusive weapon, the Emei thorn, has also evolved.
It can be seen that she has also worked hard to practice swords, and under the extreme excitement, a move "Emei is a little red" is also very abnormal.
First of all, it is fast to half of the afterimage's sword, this first move is a real move is also a false move, the lethality depends on the sword qi that comes out of the sword, the purpose is only to disturb the opponent, but the opponent to deal with the original way to withdraw the sword with a special technique faster, the two swords overlap, almost when the sword qi hurts the enemy, the real sword that is ready to fire also follows. The whole sword move pays attention to the deep internal force and the word "fast"!
It's a pity that she met Wan Yankang, and she flicked her sword away with a flick of her fingers.
She did not give up because of the saber being bounced, but rushed over in anger, although the two were bare-handed, but from time to time there was the sound of gold and iron clashing when they were fighting.
I saw her pushing or digging, or supporting or pounce into claws, and the yin wind overflowed.
Maybe it was really boring, he didn't really try to restrain him, but fought with her with interest.
Entangled him, but he couldn't help laughing out loud, yes, since he was a child, he has never met a "master" who can fight for 300 rounds!
The purpose of the fight is not to defeat the opponent, but to find one's own shortcomings in the battle and make up for it. It's just that he goes too fast and too far, so that he is always "behind closed doors".
Of course, Zhu Yingyue didn't know what he was thinking, but he laughed at his incompetence, and in anger, regardless of the interference of men and women, he used the most powerful grip of the Nine Yin White Bone Grasp to grab his right foot when he was wrong, and he went up hard to knock him down.
only heard a "hiss", Wan Yankang's pants were torn apart by the internal qi gathered on the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, and then the scene was silent.
Fortunately, Wan Yankang's golden bell jar has been practiced to the eighth layer, fortunately, Zhu Yingyue likes sword dancing more than claw skills on weekdays, but fortunately, under her anger, her internal qi is not well mobilized, and there are too many good things in the world that there is no more Oriental undefeated in the world.
It's just that the atmosphere of the scene suddenly became a little ambiguous, and in the exposed air, a slender jade held a rapidly growing bird in her hand, and a man and a woman stared at each other in a daze.
"Ahh
Wan Yankang was about to retreat into the inner hall to change his clothes, when suddenly a strange emotion came from his body, and his eyes towards Ying Yue became softer and softer.
"What do you want to do?" her tone was full of panic, and her hands, her face-covering, changed from top to bottom and clenched her chest.
It's just that it didn't work, and Wan Yankang, who was pounced on by the vicious dog, pounced on her to the ground.
"Don't!" a tear fell, and she closed her eyes, waiting for her fate. And Liang Kuan, who was on the side, shook his head and left with interest when he saw this.
After a long time, she opened her eyes, but where was there still half a figure in the hall?
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"Hahaha! He is kind, you can't fight me!" There was no anger in his words when he first met, and he was more confident.
"So what, even if you do succeed one day, now he is just another you, and I am still me!" The tone was not sad or joyful, but it made his body distort, because he had to admit that his words were not wrong.