"It turned out to be Feng Yidao, Brother Feng, who has admired the name for a long time, and helped Zhang Long under the beggar, and asked Brother Feng to give me advice!"

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The desert swordsman in front of him, named Feng Yidao, had the same level of internal force as Zhang Long at this time, and he was also in the early stage of the second rate.

This guy is known in the desert for his quick knife in one hand and fast wind footwork in the other, although he is only a second-rate early master, but his comprehensive strength is very high in the entire Xixia Yipintang.

Seeing the two competing, all the Yipintang masters stopped competing and gathered around.

In the middle of the school grounds.

Feng Yidao and Zhang Long stood ten meters apart.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, come on, you sunflower acupuncture hand, I've learned a knife!"

Feng Yidao laughed loudly, very confident, the entire Xixia Yipintang, except for a few first-class middle and late stage masters, the rest of the second-rate, and even first-class early stage masters are not his opponents in terms of light skills.

Against an opponent of the same level, he felt that he could catch it.

Sunflower Point Caveman!

Where will Lao Tzu know what sunflower point acupuncture hand!

Zhang Long snickered in his heart, and said, "Okay, Brother Feng, pay attention, I'm going to do it." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Long's internal force ran to the soles of his feet, and he used the nameless light skills learned from the crane in the clouds, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow, and he instantly perched in front of the wind and a knife.

Feng Yidao reacted, but unfortunately he also reacted tightly, and took a small step to the right, and was pointed at the dumb acupoint by Zhang Longyi, and then sealed the main acupoint of the whole body.

Dealing with second-rate masters, Zhang Long didn't dare to deal with those forbidden soldiers, just dumb points.

Who knows if these guys have any stunts that can break through his points in an instant, so in line with the concept of being careful and not making a big mistake, Zhang Long directly sealed all the key points of his body.

Feng Yidao's eyes widened when the acupoints were sealed, and he looked at Zhang Long puzzled, as if to say, brother, this is just a competition, even if you win, you don't need to seal all the big points around my body!

Just when Feng Yidao was puzzled, Zhang Long smiled at him, his right hand lightning reached out, clasped his right wrist, and the Northern Shengong worked, firmly sucking Feng Yidao's palm and began to absorb internal force.

Sensing the continuous loss of internal force in his body, Feng Yidao's face finally changed greatly.

It's a pity that the dumb acupoint was pointed, and the big acupoint of the whole body was sealed, so he couldn't speak, and he couldn't move, so he could only watch Zhang Long suck all the internal force of his body.

Seeing the wind, he was subdued with a single move, and all the masters on the side were startled.

Although some people saw Feng Yidao's eyes widened, they didn't doubt it, they just thought that Feng Yidao was stunned by Zhang Long's amazing acupoint technique.

"Haha, Brother Feng, you are famous for your light skills in the desert, and today you have met an opponent!"

"Don't say it, this Zhang Long brother's light skills are really good."

"The acupoint technique is also powerful, but it's a pity that even Brother Feng can't compare, and we people have no chance."

……

Listen to the talk of the masters around me.

Feng Yidao, who was helped by Zhang Long to sit on the side, was about to cry.

Nima, Nima, Nima, what a sunflower point acupuncture hand, this guy is clearly a master of the evil sect, who comes to absorb people's internal force!

Feeling empty, there was no inner sea of qi, the wind cried, and the tears of the bean big flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

"Haha, look, Brother Feng is actually crying!"

"Brother Feng, what's wrong with your swollenness, even if your skills are not as good as others, you won't cry!"

……

Seeing the wind and shed tears, a group of masters not only did not doubt it, but laughed loudly, and they were all happy.

Feng Yidao, who had lost his internal strength, was already infinitely sad, and when he heard the teasing of a group of Yipintang masters, he was very angry, and fainted.

"Haha, dizzy, dizzy, Brother Feng dizzy!"

……

The crowd laughed.

Zhang Long was also laughing, but he was snickering, sucking the wind and slashing his internal force, and the level of his internal force rose directly from the early stage of the second rate to the late stage of the second rate.

As long as you suck one more of the same level, you should be able to reach the second-rate peak, and if you suck two more, you should be able to break through the second-rate peak and become a first-class master!

Thinking of this, Zhang Long laughed, restrained his internal strength, and still looked like a second-rate early master.

"Well, which master is willing to compete with the younger brother."

Zhang Long's eyes swept over the masters.

"I'm coming!"

A swordsman with a long sword on his back walked out, a second-rate late-stage master.

The result is naturally self-evident, and the swordsman master was also sucked away by Zhang Long, and was helped to the side and wept silently.

Refreshing!

Feel the huge internal force that wanders through the meridians in the body.

Zhang Long is very cool!

is at the peak of the second rate, as long as you suck one more, you can break through and become a first-class master!

"Also, which master is willing to go down and compete with the younger brother?"

Zhang Long said with a smile.

"I'll compare you to you."

A deep baritone voice sounded.

"General, it's General Li!"

Hearing the voice, the Yipintang masters hurriedly dispersed and made way of the way.

A tall middle-aged man wearing the armor of a Praetorian Guard general walked over slowly.

The aura on the middle-aged man's body is very powerful, first-class, and definitely a first-class master!

"General Lee."

"Haha, it's General Li, Brother Zhang Long, you have to be careful, since General Li came to our Xixia Yipintang, he has never lost."

……

General Li stood ten meters away from Zhang Long, and said calmly: "Brother Zhang Long, let me Li someone come to teach you your light skills and acupoint techniques!" ”

Zhang Long was a little difficult to ride a tiger, because he couldn't see clearly whether the person in front of him was a first-class early stage, a first-class middle and late stage, or a first-class peak master.

With his second-rate peak internal force, he can barely absorb the internal force of a first-class early master, and once he encounters a first-class mid-stage master, once he sucks it, he will be counterattacked.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhang Long doesn't dare to compare?"

"No, no, since General Li wants to compete with Zhang, how dare Zhang refuse."

Zhang Long arched his hand, and said in his heart, he was afraid of hanging, if he found something wrong, he would leave.

Ling Bo micro-steps and the nameless light skills of the crane in the clouds, as long as the other party is not a super-first-class master who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, Zhang Long is sure to slip away.

"General Li, pay attention."

In the face of the first-class master, Zhang Long did not dare to slack off, as soon as his voice fell, he urged the light gong at ten times the speed, and instantly came to General Li like lightning, and with a little right hand, he instantly sealed his dumb acupoint.

However, just as Zhang Long was about to continue to point at the big points around him, General Li finally realized that something was wrong, his face changed, and he slapped it with one palm.

Well done!

Zhang Long was overjoyed, his right palm followed and slapped out, running the Northern Shen Gong, firmly sucking the opponent's palm, and began to absorb internal force.

However, with this inhalation, Zhang Long's complexion changed instantly, he was counterattacked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and flew out upside down.

Nima, first-class peak, this guy is a peak master.

"General Yeonzong, what's going on?"

Seeing that the two of them tried to vomit blood, some masters wondered.

Yeonjong!

The surname is Li, Li Yanzong!

Nima, I've hit a hard stubble! This guy is Murong Fu!