At this point, he will not be mistaken, the set of needles that the young man saved just now is the Qingfeng Twelve Needles often used by the master!

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that the stitching method is a little different from the master's use?

I can't say that this feeling is like something more advanced?

As soon as he thought of this, the little Taoist priest felt that things were not so simple, and he would know when the master came back and told him truthfully. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

……

After Wu Haotian and Leng Qiuyan left, the little Taoist priest was still waiting for the arrival of the master in the April Hotel.

After a few more hours, an old man in a Taoist robe walked in through the door.

The old man has a fairy wind and bones, a white beard, and the same as the little Taoist, carrying a very quaint small wooden box is very charming in TV.

When he saw his apprentice, he whispered, "Apprentice, let's go." ”

The old man is called the Hanging Pot Dao Man, which is intended to hang the pot to help the world, and is the current head of the Qingfeng Temple, which is slightly different from the secular world and the hidden door, because it is not aggressive, and only saves people.

Saving people does not distinguish between poverty and poverty, regardless of sin, only depends on fate.

Although this is the case, many forces are also quite afraid of the Qingfeng view.

No matter how strong a martial artist is, it is impossible to never be injured, and once injured, whether it can be cured is a matter of concern to every martial artist.

Although the medical skills of Qingfeng Guan are the absolute number one in Huaxia, although they have not reached the concept of invincibility in the world, the foundation of their medical skills is feared by any force.

"Let's go, boy." Seeing that the apprentice was still frowning, obviously thinking about something again, the old Taoist priest called softly.

Why is this disciple so inattentive today?

I'm afraid that Hongchen made him confused.

Today, Lao Dao just went to a few friends in the capital to ask for a medicine.

It's a pity that those who eat fragrant food in the secular world and cover the sky with one hand, can't find out the whereabouts of the medicine.

Could it be providence?

The little Taoist priest woke up suddenly, and when he saw that the master was not here just now, he began to wonder why the young man would also have the secret technique of Qingfeng Guan, and this pondering took several hours.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

The little Taoist priest pushed away the chair, stepped in small steps in front of the master, and said, "Master, it's not good!" ”

The old Taoist's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, he understood the nature of this disciple, and he would not be so flustered until there was any last resort.

Could it be that there are a few small things that I left, and something big happened here?

"Son, what's going on, tell me in detail."

"Master, someone actually knows the Twelve Needles of Qingfeng Sense, the secret technique of our Qingfeng Temple!"

"What!"

The old man's expression flashed with a hint of shock, Qingfeng Guan has a rule that does not become, and the secret art is only passed on to one generation of masters and masters.

And he is the only person in this generation of Qingfeng Guan who can clear the wind twelve needles!

In fact, there is still one person who can clear the wind and twelve needles today, but that person is estimated to have died in a corner.

……

After listening to his apprentice's explanation, the old man's eyes fell and he fell into deep doubt.

How could a teenager master the Twelve Needles of the Breeze.

Where is he from? What is the relationship with my view of the breeze?

The old man categorically didn't believe that this kid was a stealing student, and it was impossible for him to be a breeze watcher.

In addition to these explanations, there is another possibility.

It's just that he can't even think of it.

The ancestor is in the same vein!

Qingfeng Twelve Needles was founded by the ancestor master, and there was no so-called so-called only teaching and mastering in the era at that time.

It all depends on the mood of the grandfather, if the grandfather leaves a vein of incense in the world or a certain inheritance, this is the past.

At this time, is it good or bad for such a person to have a view of the breeze?

Of course, all this is just speculation, and everything can only be decided when I see the boy this morning.

"Apprentice, have you ever left your contact information?" The old Taoist priest asked.

The little Taoist priest shook his head helplessly.

"Well, fortunately, I still have the art of finding people in Qingfeng Temple."

After speaking, the old man took out a charm from the wooden box, pointed his finger, and turned into a golden light into the little Taoist's mind.

At the same time, the old Taoist priest took out a thousand paper cranes from the box.

Yes, the weird thing is a thousand paper cranes folded out, exactly the same as the girls in countless schools.

With a tap of the Void Finger, the golden light that had just shot into the little Taoist's mind turned into stars and attached to the thousand paper cranes.

In an instant, the thousand paper cranes moved, as if they were alive, and flew into the distant sky.

"Apprentice, let's go!"

……

The scorching sun is in the sky, Qucheng.

Wu Haotian and Leng Qiuyan had already come to the outside of the venue that had been determined by the battle post. Qucheng is a second-tier city, although it is not as prosperous as the capital, but it is famous because of its unique ancient charm, according to legend, Qucheng is the birthplace of Chinese martial arts, which also leads to the fact that there are 27 martial arts halls in Qucheng alone, and 7 martial arts halls are the hope of winning the championship in the martial arts competition over the years.

The headquarters of Zhaojiaquan is also located in Qucheng, there are many branches in the capital, and last year's championship in the martial arts tournament made it famous, and today's internal boxing exchange conference is an annual day to learn and discuss martial arts, which is also important for people in internal boxing. Warriors from all over the world came to the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall to see the style, and even martial arts magazines also carried out a series of follow-up reports on the Zhao family. This also caused everyone in the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall to be arrogant, as if since winning the championship, Zhao Family Boxing is the first punch in the world.

But everyone's arrogance comes from the credit of one person, that is, Zhao Xian, who is called a rare genius in a hundred years by Neijiaquan.

……

Leng Qiuyan was very depressed in her heart, because on the way, her master actually told herself that the game was still on the court, and he was only watching from the side.

Didn't he fight for himself?

She naturally understood the importance of actual combat from kicking the gym, but isn't it undoubtedly looking for death to fight with such a lack of actual combat ability now?

Although it seemed that he had won the previous confrontation, to some extent, he injured that person just because of the opponent's light enemy and the strength of the jade pendant.

On the one hand, his strength still seems to be a big step behind that person, and on the other hand, coming here is more like a Hongmen banquet.

In case that group of people from the inner fist besieged themselves and the master together, it would be really troublesome.

……

"Yo, you really came to die, and you brought a helper?" A joking voice interrupted Leng Qiuyan's thoughts, she looked up and found that it was actually the "sweeping monk" that day, which really meant that Cao Cao arrived when Cao Cao arrived.

In the previous confrontation, the man didn't speak, but now listening to the tone, it's really not a good thing.

However, she categorically couldn't lose the momentum before the game, she glanced at the man in front of her with disdain, and actually found that the other party's hand had been connected, as if she had not been injured, but there was a trace of panic in her heart, and then she glanced at Wu Haotian before she calmed down and said, "Which hand do you want to break today?" ”

As soon as Zhao Xian heard Leng Qiuyan mention the pain of breaking his hand again, he was angry, this was the biggest insult he had ever received, and he was the most unsightly in front of him, but this Leng Qiuyan was good, and he started to play tricks before he competed. Although Zhao Xian wanted to slap this open-mouthed chick, he knew that so many peers here were watching, and he would definitely slap Zhao Jiaquan's face.

"Wait and see!" After speaking, Zhao Xian turned around and left, and when he turned around, he also glanced at Wu Haotian.

Why did the martial arts hall behind this girl send a small shrimp?

None of their masters would show up?

Of course he didn't know, Leng Qiuyan was completely a person, how could there be any martial arts hall behind it?