After listening to Master Xie's words, Wan Lin nodded and said: "However, your cold skill is indeed very peculiar, seeing you in the town to urge this extremely cold palm power, we all feel a piercing chill outside the field, it is indeed very amazing, with a strong actual combat effect, it is indeed an excellent kung fu."

Hearing this, Master Xie's face darkened, and he shook his head and said, "You are a master of internal strength, you should see that the skill of the old man in white is far deeper than mine, but he is not used to my cold palm power." If you hadn't made a timely move at that time, I would have been lying on the bluestone slab in the town with my opponent now! Alas, what a shame to say."

Wan Lin turned his head to look at Xiao Ya next to him, and saw that there was a puzzled look on her face, so he asked: "It stands to reason that it shouldn't be, seeing that your sect should have practiced martial arts since childhood, you should have decades of skill, and you are guarding this unique and coldest thing, your cold skill should be even deeper, how can it not be compared to that opponent?" ”

He knew that Xiao Ya must be puzzled by this in his heart, the cold qi in the hall of the cave was indeed a unique environment for cultivating Yin and Cold Kung Fu, with such good external conditions, Master Xie was similar to the old man in white, and the years of practicing martial arts should be about the same, and it should not be so different from his skills.

Master Xie replied with a long sigh: "Alas, our kung fu is indeed stained with the light of this cold qi in the cave, but first, my own comprehension is not high, and second, the deeper our cold gong cultivation, the more cold poison in the body will accumulate, and we don't dare to absorb a large amount of the cold qi in the cave in the future, so as not to backfire this kind of cold true qi, so the skill will stagnate when it reaches a certain stage."

Wan Lin and Xiao Ya suddenly realized at this time that the deeper their cultivation skills, the more dangerous they became, so they didn't dare to cultivate uncontrollably in the later stage, but also used part of their skills to suppress the cold poison in their bodies, so their skills were not as good as the old man in white.

Master Xie continued with a somewhat gloomy face: "Alas, it is for this reason that several of my elder brothers passed away early. Since ancient times, the successive heads of our sect have been looking for ways to restrain the cold poison in the body, and they have also tried to cultivate the yang gong while cultivating the cold gong, wanting to use the yang gong to restrain the cold poison in the body."

He shook his gray head as he spoke, and his tone became a little depressed: "But the Yin and Yang Skill is a natural pair of enemies, and it is not easy to achieve a balance, which requires excellent talent and chance." Therefore, since ancient times, there have been very few people in our sect who can cultivate these two internal skills at the same time, and my father is one of them. If it weren't for my father's ability to suppress the cold poison in my body after refining the Chiyang Skill, the old man would have been dead a long time ago, and he would have followed in the footsteps of my elder brothers, alas! ”。

Wan Lin and Xiao Ya glanced at each other when they heard this, and both of them heard the sadness and helplessness in the heart of this old man who was over the age of six. They turned their faces to look around, and the furnishings in the room were extremely simple, the beds were made of animal skins and homespun cloth, and the daily necessities were some crude bamboo and wood products.

When the two of them saw this, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: these ancient martial arts families have been adhering to the ancient way of life, silently inheriting the ancient skills left by their ancestors in the deep mountains, and they would rather lose their lives and are passing on this ancient Chinese skills from generation to generation.

They have no regrets, not only silently guarding this beautiful mountain and river with the martial arts they have learned, protecting the peace of this holy mountain, but also not caring about their short life.

But such an ancient, simple, and almost isolated martial arts family, but now there are several young descendants in their prime, who were brutally killed by a few Japanese robbers at their own doorstep, how can this not make the people of Lingxiumen feel angry, and how can they not make their two Chinese soldiers angry!

A look of anger appeared on the faces of both of them, and they turned their heads sharply to look out the window, and a cold light shot into the dense forest in the distance, as if the gangster who killed his companion was in the forest!

At this moment, the voice of the head of Xie suddenly sounded again: "However, according to the records within our family: hundreds of years ago, there was a person who claimed to be from the overseas Great Eight Continents who came to this mountain, and met our old patriarch in the mountain to learn martial arts. The other party is also practicing the cold skill, and the true qi that strikes out of the body is extremely cold, and it seems to have an unpleasant smell, and in the end, this person was defeated by the hands of the old patriarch in the competition."

When Wan Lin and Xiaoya heard Master Xie's words, they quickly turned their faces and listened carefully. Xie Zhangmen continued: "At that time, it was just a competition, and after the other party was defeated by the ancestors, he admired the ancestors' martial arts very much, and once proposed to go to the middle of the sect for a few days to learn some internal skills. When the ancestor heard that he was a guest of his own sect, his heart immediately became vigilant, and he refused at that time, and then said goodbye to the other party and walked to the mountains."

As he spoke, he looked at the window of the cabin, and his gloomy face became calmer, as if he had been immersed in the time of hundreds of years ago.

He paused for a moment before continuing in a leisurely tone: "At that time, after the ancestor had been walking in the mountains for an hour, he suddenly found that this person had been sneakily following behind. At that time, a wave of anger rose in the ancestor's heart, knowing that this person had already suspected that the kung fu of this sect had been cultivated with the help of some kind of magical substance, and it seemed that the other party wanted to secretly track down and find the location of his Lingxiu Sect. ”

"The ancestor was furious in his heart at that time, he didn't expect this person to be so despicable! He turned around and chased after his opponent, who knew that he was not an opponent and quickly turned around and fled from the mountains, where the ancestors had been chasing them out of the leader's mountains before turning around and returning. It is said that I have never heard of this person from the Great Eight Continents since."

When Master Xie said this, he suddenly withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at Wan Lin and Xiaoya and said: "According to what the old patriarch said after he came back at that time, that person's internal strength was very peculiar, there was a bad smell in the cold skill, and there was a disgusting breath in the palm wind that was struck, which seemed to be a kind of poisonous skill."

"Fortunately, the skill we practiced itself is cold, just to restrain this poison, the old patriarch was not harmed by the opponent's poisonous skill, but afterwards felt that this person's skill was very peculiar, so this incident was recorded in the chronicles, reminding us that future generations should be careful when encountering this kung fu. Just now you asked about the Hangong Sect, and I suddenly remembered this matter."

After hearing this, Wan Lin looked at Master Xie in some surprise and asked, "Where is the Great Eight Continents?" How come I haven't heard of this place name".