Ten years of sharpening a sword, frost and cold have not tried. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I asked you today, is there any injustice?

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Yang Huifeng and the others of the Wudang faction were obviously in pairs, and both sides glared angrily, except for Yang Huifeng and Wu Mingchen, these two Yang Huifeng were as leisurely as if they were watching a big show, and Wu Mingchen looked at the people on the other side as if they were enjoying the scenery!

Yang Huifeng and Daoist Wu Mingchen looked at each other for a while and then smiled: "Wu Zhenren! I want to exchange this inadvertently obtained "Nine Turns Wujigong" cheats for your sect's "Zhenwu Xuangong" cheats! Wu Zhenren, how did you think about it? ”

After Yang Huifeng finished speaking, he pointed to the donkey-faced Taoist priest sitting next to him and said, "Just now, the fifth ** chief performed this exercise, and you also saw it!" The fifth ** chief has just peeked into a realm, and he has such power without even practicing the first weight!

It is said that this skill was not created by Zhang Sanfeng at the beginning, but passed on by Lu Dongbin, the originator of Taoism, and then returned to Wudang after changing hands, but as far as I know, since Wudang patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, only Qin Ba practiced it alone, and then it became extinct! (Qin Baxian was a thief in the early years of a river and ocean and then trapped by love, saw through the red dust and became a monk, and worshiped under Zhang Songxi of the Wudang faction, but Zhang Songxi saw that his dust was not over, so he just accepted him as a lay disciple, and later Qin Ba went down the mountain to find his lover, and he disappeared!) ）

Don't you want this "Nine Turns Wuji Body Skill" to return to Wudang! After Yang Huifeng finished speaking, he looked at Daoist Wu Mingchen with eagerness.

Daoist Wu Mingchen seemed to be too vain at this time, and he was indifferent after listening to Yang Huifeng, and he didn't know what he was thinking when he sat there!

"Ahem! Cough! ”

Although these people are opposites, things on the scene always have to get by, Fang Mingli saw that the senior brother did not have the consciousness to answer, and immediately coughed twice.

"Oh!"

Daoist Wu Mingchen heard the cough of his junior brother, came back to his senses, looked at Yang Huifeng and smiled: "I'm sorry!" Just now, I was thinking about why this morning's millet porridge was not as thick as yesterday's, and it couldn't be that the Taoist priest deducted the food again! ”

"You! ……”

No matter how good the cultivation is, Yang Huifeng couldn't help but be angry, his face was flushed, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Wu Mingchen, who didn't know what to say!

"Hehehe! Don't be angry, I saw that the atmosphere was a little tense just now, and I hope that Yang Shizhu won't be surprised if I'm joking with you! ”

After speaking, Daoist Wu Mingchen took a sip of tea, looked at the five ** soldiers opposite, and then said: "The trick that this fifth ** chief changed just now is really good, I really don't see how it became Lao Dao!" As for this "Nine Turns of Wujigong"! It has been lost for hundreds of years, and no one knows whether he is round or square!

Master Yang, if you take this book now, you will say that it is "Nine Turns of Wuji Gong"! I want to exchange for the treasure of the Zhen faction "Zhenwu Xuangong", which only the head of the sect can practice! Don't you think it's too child's play! ”

After Wu Mingchen finished speaking, his face was serious, and he stared at Yang Huifeng tightly.

"Huh! Scold! Scold! Since Wu Daoyou thinks that Poor Dao is performing tricks, it is better for Wu Daoyou to instruct Poor Dao in a few tricks! The fifth ** soldier stood up with a sneer and said.

At this time, the atmosphere had reached the point of tension, and Daoist Wu Mingchen had just wanted to get up to fight, when suddenly a little Daoist boy came to Daoist Fang Mingli's side, leaned over and whispered a few words.

Fang Mingli listened to what the little Taoist boy said, his face became a little pale, he closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is that person gone!" ”

"Not yet, that person is in the martial arts hall of the lower house." Xiao Daotong was a little frightened, and after replying, he raised his eyes and looked at Fang Mingli.

"Good! - Okay! - Okay! ”

After Fang Mingli said hello three times in a row, he suddenly got up and smashed the coffee table next to him with one palm!

Fang Mingli's sudden move, even the senior brother Wu Mingchen next to him was taken aback, and the five ** soldiers on the opposite side immediately changed their body shape and blocked in front of Yang Huifeng, their right hand forming a sword finger!

The big monk beside Yang Huifeng was calm or his eyes were slightly closed, and he was silently reciting the scriptures in his mouth, but the big hands tightly held the huge Buddha beads on his chest!

At this time, Fang Mingli couldn't care so much, said hello to his senior brother, turned around and walked out of Nanyan Palace quickly.

There were also more than thirty disciples of the Rational Character Rank outside the gate of Nanyan Palace, among which there were seven or eight of them who were Fang Mingli's disciples, and they immediately followed behind him when they saw the master leave.

Zeng Wei is also in this group, because he usually has a very good relationship with his uncle, so he also wants to go over to see what Uncle Shi is doing with such a big temper.

Just when Zeng Wei just wanted to go over and take a look, the senior brother on the side called out to him, the master was not in front of him, that is, the senior brother was in charge, and there was no way Zeng Wei had to continue to stay in front of Nanyan Palace.

Fang Mingli was so angry that his beard trembled, and he strode towards the martial arts arena in the lower courtyard, the reason why Fang Mingli was so angry was because he had just heard that little Taoist boy report that his beloved apprentice Fang Licheng was seriously injured.

Let's rewind the camera to twenty minutes ago, in the martial arts arena of the lower courtyard of Wudang Mountain, I was about to use the palm edge to take Fang Licheng, but I didn't expect Fang Licheng not only did not dodge, but also leaned his back against him, as a result, my palm knot hit his back firmly, although I hurriedly withdrew a few palm forces, but Fang Licheng still staggered forward a few steps and fell to the ground, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out!

I really can't figure out what Fang Licheng can dodge this palm, but instead of dodging, he also hit my palm himself, what the hell is it for!

Later, I learned that it was this Fang Licheng who was overconfident in himself, Fang Licheng practiced Taoist kung fu, which should be based on softness, but this Fang Licheng did the opposite, focusing on the horizontal kung fu of the Thirteen Taibao, that is, the iron cloth shirt! Pay attention to the external training of muscles and bones, and the internal training of one breath!

After years of hard practice, Fang Licheng's practice of hard attack has been small, and he can use the oil hammer to the top, and the iron ruler to pat the ribs.

There is a nickname on the rivers and lakes called "Iron Back Ao"!

So when he felt my palm hit him on the back, Fang Licheng not only did not panic, but was also very happy! Because he thinks that with his iron cloth shirt, I will not only not hurt him with this palm, but also have to break my wrist!

But what he didn't expect was that my palm was issued by Zhenwu Xuangong urging Xiao Xiaoyao's palm, not to mention his iron cloth shirt, it was really an iron statue, and it could also shake out a pit!

Getting back to the point, I saw that Fang Licheng was slapped by me and vomited blood, and I couldn't regret it, so I hurriedly stepped forward to push the blood for him, hoping to remedy it, but at this moment Fang Licheng was unconscious, and there was no blood on his face that was frighteningly white!

I saw that this time the matter was really big, I took out my mobile phone and was thinking about whether to call an ambulance, when suddenly a shout came from the gate of the courtyard: "Cheng'er! ”

I saw an old Taoist priest coming in at the gate of the courtyard, and after the old Taoist priest saw Fang Licheng lying on the ground, he shouted, pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and came to Fang Licheng's side with a few ups and downs, pushed away a few little Taoist priests next to him, and grabbed Fang Licheng's hand to take the pulse for him. (To be continued.) )