Chapter 739: Hair loss is more serious

Gao Forbidden Forest has never been as excited as today, since he left the sect to invest in Dali Temple has not been reused, although his income is not low, but who values the heavy bag of silver every month? He has always wanted to get ahead and shine on the lintel, and with his cultivation, he can start a sect in the rivers and lakes, although he will not have a very loud reputation, but at least it is no problem to shine his name in a county or even a county.

But he always thinks that the real glorious lintel still has to take the road of the public gate, even if he becomes a generation of grandmasters, is his status comparable to the three-grade crimson official robe?

Therefore, he has been very aggrieved in Dali Temple over the years, and always feels that he has no ability but no place to show it. In the past, when he was invited to Chang'an City by the people of Dali Temple, he was full of pride, which was a kind of satisfaction that his half-life wish was finally realized, and there was a kind of vision for the infinitely beautiful future.

But when he entered the officialdom, he knew that Dali Temple, no matter how famous it was, was just a second-rate yamen in Chang'an City. Because at that time, there was a large internal guard in the middle of the day, and Dali Temple was like a decoration. To put it bluntly, the reason why he was able to enter Dali Temple was only because Dali Temple could ask the court for more silver in the name of recruiting a martial arts hero...... Nothing more.

So he always had the illusion that he was a little daughter-in-law who was raped by mountain bandits, but in order to covet the official uniform on his body, he was and left behind.

The sky pays off, and just when he is still sticking to his ideals, the turning point in his life finally comes. The Ouchi Guards Office was banned, and the Jinyi School, which had just been brought up its status, gradually declined with Su Buying's death in battle. Then, the mysterious ironclad general took control of the government and re-raised the status of Dali Temple.

Today, on the way he came, Mu Chen, the secretary of Dali Temple, told him that if this matter was done, he would be promoted to be the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Therefore, after seeing that the two usually high-spirited guys in the Criminal Department were easily killed, he couldn't help it anymore.

The High Forbidden Forest took a step forward, his sleeves puffing out like the sails of a well-fed ship. He has not given up his cultivation for so many years, and even he is afraid of this trick when the big waves of sand are used.

He strode along, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with each step. You must know that the official road of the Great Sui is extremely solid, and even under the heavy rain, there are few potholes.

He kicked a pit, which shows the majesty of his internal strength. He walked the path of an iron cloth shirt, and the big wave sand discharge sounded like a powerful move, but it was actually a very strong defense. Like a big wave that drains sand, it excludes all attacks. Gao Forbidden Lin knew who the old guy who drove the car was, and he had been famous in the rivers and lakes decades ago, and was known as the Holy Hand Yanqing.

It is said that this person's secret weapon technique has reached the point of being superb, but Gao Forbidden Lin insisted that people who use hidden weapons cannot achieve great things in their lives, because it is a small way.

Yan Qing was right, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't fought.

He frowned slightly when he saw the guy with bulging clothes walking over like Mount Tai coming over like a Tarzan top. The Iron Cloth Kung Fu of the High Forbidden Forest coupled with the strong internal strength, the hidden weapon seems to be difficult to break.

Gao Forbidden Lin was also a little proud, because he could see that the Holy Hand Yanqing didn't know how to start.

Then, he saw that Yan Qing still pointed at him with his finger.

There were a few muffled bangs, and Gao Forbidden Lin almost didn't notice where the hidden weapon came from, so he hit the vital parts of his body, twice in his heart, in his throat, and in his lower abdomen. However, these hidden weapons couldn't break through his defenses at all. So he took a bigger step forward, and every step was like a rainbow.

Mu Chen glanced at Baohe with a slight expression, and the meaning in his eyes was that the people from your criminal department were too far worse than the people from my Dali Temple. The Pei brothers, who are known as the double masters of the criminal department, were abolished by others in one face, and they didn't even see where the secret weapon came from.

As a result, Baohe's face was even more difficult to look at.

A kind of anger began to burn in his heart, and he strode forward.

With a snap, a hidden weapon was flicked away by Baohe's right index finger, which was as indestructible as if it were made of metal.

Yan Qing's brows furrowed a little deeper, as if she was thinking.

Then he pointed to the sky, and with a crisp sound, a hidden weapon hit the top of the head of the High Forbidden Forest, but it was meaningless, and it was bounced out after hitting the top of the head of the High Forbidden Mountain. In the next second, Gao Forbidden Lin closed his eyes, and the eyelids of his eyes caught two hidden weapons as thin as silver needles at the same time.

"Haha!"

He opened his eyes and laughed, and the two needles fell.

At this moment, his face changed slightly, and his mouth that had just laughed out loud immediately closed, and with a soft click, he actually bit a hidden weapon with his teeth. If it weren't for his quick reaction, this secret weapon would have already entered his mouth, and no matter how strong the iron cloth shirt was, no one could train it on his tongue.

"Boom!"

Gao Forbidden Lin spat out the hidden weapon and said four words: "But it's like ...... Yes! ”

The last word emphasizes the sudden rise, which is poignant and chilling.

He couldn't see it himself, a hidden weapon somehow went around behind him, and drilled into his ass-hole with precision. I have to say that the iron cloth shirt can't be practiced on the tongue, and it can't be practiced in the ass-eye. In an instant, Gao Forbidden Lin understood, Yan Qing's secret weapons were all feints before, just to make him careless, he thought he was careless, the one Yan Qing hit him in his mouth was the focus of the feint after the cover-up, who the knew that this blow on the ass-eye was the point?

Because of the pain, his internal strength immediately dissipated, and the next second his left eye was pierced by a hidden weapon, which did not fly out of the back of his head, but crushed his brain. The secret weapon was an iron ball full of spikes, spinning and hitting his eye socket, killing him in an instant.

In the carriage, the white-eyed young woman couldn't help but pout, and said in a low voice that this trick should be called ** flowering.

Thinking that the High Forbidden Forest had died suddenly, Baohe, who had been striding forward, couldn't help but pause. His finger flicking kung fu is unique in the rivers and lakes, and there are few hidden weapons that can't fly, but today he has seen the ultimate in what is called a hidden weapon, and he can even use the method of spanking the ass, which shows that the professor of the Academy of Martial Arts is not so authentic.

So he hesitated for a while and decided that he couldn't hide his secrets anymore.

He raised the middle finger of his right hand as if he were lifting an Optimus Prime.

……

……

It was the largest stick that all of us present had ever seen in their lives.

A round and solid Optimus Pillar cast in bronze.

With the sound of the whistling wind, Baohe's middle finger fell fiercely and went straight to Yan Qing's head. There was no doubt about the defense of the iron cloth shirt, but it was still broken by Yan Qing's hidden weapon. So Baohe suddenly understood a truth, a strong defense is not as good as a strong attack.

This finger, he hadn't used it like this for a long time.

Since he was promoted to the commander of the Criminal Department, he rarely used people, so few people knew that the key to his finger flicking magic skill was not the bullet word at all, but the point.

This finger has become a Dinghaishen needle.

Yan Qing felt the horror of this finger, so he immediately raised his left hand to meet it. Many people in the rivers and lakes decades ago knew that Yan Qing's left hand was unparalleled in the world, so many people said that his cultivation was all on his left hand, and his internal strength was also on his left hand. As long as Yan Qing's left hand can not be used, then the holy hand will be meaningless.

This stick is too strong, so Yan Qing can only guard against it.

With a bang, Yan Qing, who caught the stick in his left hand, immediately became half shorter, and all the waist down was smashed into the solid official road, and the dust rose violently, so frightened that the horse next to him neighed and was about to flee, and a very beautiful hand stretched out from the carriage just right to pull the shaking reins, no matter how the horse pedaled and trampled, it couldn't get out.

"How?"

The white-eyed young woman holding the reins asked.

"Very good"

Yan Qing replied, but his left arm was trembling.

"Your strongest is your left hand!"

Baohe couldn't help but laugh: "Tell you a secret...... My strongest is also left-handed. ”

Then he raised his left hand and extended his middle finger.

Another huge and condensed stick of qi appeared, more domineering and awe-inspiring than the stick in the middle finger of his right hand before, this stick smashed down, and the air wave had blown all the dust on the road away, and the carriage was emitting an overwhelming **. Yan Qing had no choice but to raise her right hand and catch the stick with a bang.

Boom!

His body sank down a lot, and at this time, he was in the dirt from the neck down.

However, it is difficult for the stick to move forward in the slightest.

Baohe found that he was a little stupid, he had always used the middle finger of his right hand to defend against the enemy, so the people in the Criminal Department knew that the magic skill of the Punishment Master was in his right hand, only he knew that the fingers of his left hand were stronger. But he ignored that what he had been concealing might be used by others to conceal it.

For example, the Holy Hand Yan Qing on the opposite side who had sunk into the ground, obviously, this old guy's right hand was far more powerful than his left hand, holding the stick and not moving at all.

"I know how hard it is to train a dexterous hand to use a concealment weapon, and it is even more difficult to practice a pair of hands, especially to the point where you ......"

The corners of Baohe's mouth hooked up, looking a little happy: "However, even if you have flexible hands, there are only two." Even if you can receive a concealer with both hands, it's just two. There's no way you're going to have a third hand come out and kill me with a hidden weapon, right? ”

"But I still have eight fingers to work with."

After he said this, he suddenly felt some pain in his lower body, the kind of egg that was kicked by someone. He subconsciously looked down and found that a large patch of red was already under his crotch. A hidden weapon didn't know when it hit his baby, and it cut it directly, and the blood flowed out like a urine collapse, and soon his pants were soaked red with blood.

Then, suddenly, he let out a howl even worse than when the High Forbidden Forest died, and through his clothes, he could see a wave of something moving rapidly up from his lower body, through his lower abdomen, through his belly, through his chest, and then out of his shoulder. It was a very sharp weapon, like a nail, but with distinct threads.

"Idiot ......"

Yan Qing jumped up from the deep pit, shook the soil on his body and said, "Who told you that I can only rely on my hands to receive the hidden weapon?" Just because my nickname back then was Holy Hand? That's because very few people can let me use other places to send a darkener......"

His nose moved, and there was an extra bloody hole in Baohe's heart.

His ears moved, and there was an extra line of blood on Baohe's throat.

"Compare ...... with me"

Yan Qing shook his head and sighed: "Unless it's more than Mao...... When people get old, they will always have more serious hair loss. ”

The reason why he said this was because Baohe's hair was indeed very thick, whether it was his eyebrows or beard, even the thing that had been cut off on the ground before, there was a large handful of hair. It can be seen that this old man is still very realistic and does not shy away from his shortcomings.

Just after he finished saying this, the young scholar in the carriage, who had been reading with his head down, asked in a low voice with an unchanged face and very seriously: "Above or below?" It's not good to treat at the top, but it's ...... below No need to cure ......"