Jin Yu's face turned pale, and almost in just a few minutes, he went from a winner with a winning ticket to a loser who fell to the ground in embarrassment at the moment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under the blue and white brocade clothes, a young man's indifferent voice came: "Despicable! ”

"Mean, no one seems to have told you that this is a one-on-one joust." In the distance, He Youde pulled his rough voice and laughed wildly.

Just now, he obviously felt that the situation was unfavorable, and instead begged Wei Wuji on his side to secretly help, and he had planned to teach He Lin a lesson to Jin Yu in order to further capture the girl's heart, so he naturally readily agreed.

Zhang Yanqing and Zhu Tianxiong each repelled the opponent in front of them, leaned close to the young man, and helped him up.

"Since you want to win by such despicable means, be prepared to die!"

Staring at the man in blue who had attacked Jin Yu just now, Zhang Yanqing's eyes were fierce, and an awe-inspiring aura burst out from his body, and he said coldly: "I won't keep my hands!" ”

He Lin looked at everything that happened in a blink of an eye in surprise, the little girl acted very aggressively, but what she usually hates the most is hurting people in her back.

Wei Wuji, who was originally very admired, actually did this kind of thing, his face suddenly became hesitant and struggled, and he couldn't help but defend him in his heart: "Brother Wuji did this in order to defeat those bad people, it's righteous!" The little girl repeatedly warned herself in her heart.

Outside the quiet hall, it was so quiet that even the sound of steel needles falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

Wei Wuji originally thought that as long as he injured the young man, he would be able to successfully subdue the other two, and by the way, he also did the He family a big favor, so that the He family owed him a favor, so why not!

Just looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly increased his momentum significantly, and his footsteps stepped lightly, quickly flashing in front of him.

The palm of his hand suddenly poked out, and he held the latter's neck tightly, and his eyes were cold.

The audience was shocked by the unexpected change, and everyone looked at Wei Wuji, who was choked by Zhang Yanqing's neck, in a daze, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

A few minutes ago, the young man who was still standing and had an extraordinary demeanor was pinched by the neck in the blink of an eye, and his life was in danger.

The change of almost the two heavens of ice and fire came too quickly, which really made everyone outside the hall feel an extremely unreal feeling.

The cruel reality in front of him told everyone that even Wei Wuji, a young man with a graceful and picturesque appearance, was actually in the hands of others at this moment.

"Let go, my young master is the son of Taizhou Thorn Shi Wei Ting, if he makes any mistakes, the three of you can't afford to be buried together."

When everyone heard this, they looked at the person who spoke was the old man who came to He Mansion with Wei Wuji and was called Tu Lao.

Hearing this fierce shout, Zhang Yanqing followed the voice and turned his gaze to the old man who spoke out, and easily moved his right hand that was clenching his neck, Tu Lao saw this, and his face relaxed slightly.

Wei Wuji just felt a lot more comfortable in his throat, and suddenly, the rough hand that was holding his neck suddenly increased its strength.

The originally soothing face instantly turned red, and Wei Wuji's eyes looked at Zhang Yanqing deadly, where had he suffered such humiliation since he was a child.

"You dare to ......" The old man was shocked, and was about to come forward to stop him, "Don't come, come over again, I don't dare to guarantee the safety of your son-in-law." ”

The old man stopped suddenly, and the old lady He showed a wry smile on his face, at this time, if he and the He family did not come forward, in case Wei Wuji made a mistake, then the He family would not be able to explain to Wei Ting.

"Don't be impulsive, your son-in-law just has a back injury, and the matter is not yet in trouble, this gentleman, you let Wuji go first, let's talk about it." Old lady He said earnestly.

"Yes, yes, sir, it's better to give He a certain face first, let go of the Wuji son first, let's do it and discuss it well." He Youwei couldn't sit still, and said.

He Youde first glanced at Zhu Tianxiong, who was holding Jin Yu, and then turned his head and stared at Zhang Yanqing, without speaking, which was regarded as acquiescing in his father's proposal.

Zhang Yanqing was not moved by their words at all, the previous incident of the marshal letting Tong Qianyan succeed in the sneak attack had already made him blame himself very much.

Who would have thought that before leaving, the marshal told the third prince to protect well, but after all, there was some negligence and the third prince was injured, which made him very angry.

Because of the lack of breathing for a long time, Wei Wuji's face turned a little purple, and his whole face suddenly twisted together, looking extremely painful, how could he still be handsome.

Zhang Yanqing was angry, but he was not carried away, seeing that Wei Wuji would die like this, he threw him out casually.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Wei Wuji's eyes swept towards each other with trembling eyes, his body trembled continuously, and a trace of resentment flashed between his pupils.

I have never tasted such humiliation, and I secretly swear in my heart that I will pay it back a hundred times in the future.

When the old man saw that his son-in-law was thrown out, he lay on the ground in embarrassment, jumped and protected him behind him.

"This gentleman, the He family agreed to talk to you, but I didn't agree." The old man raised his withered face, stared at Zhang Yanqing, who was dressed in a black robe, and said in a hoarse voice.

There was a palpitating dampness and gloom in his low voice. He slammed his fist lightly, burst out in a hurry, and rushed straight towards Zhang Yanqing.

This old man's real name is Tu Nanyang, and he used to serve in the Southern Army, but he was later besieged by Qing Gao's hands, and his body was severely damaged, and his cultivation fell from half-step congenital to internal strength.

After that, he resigned, resigned and returned to his hometown in Taizhou, and by chance accepted Wei Wuji as an apprentice, because he had no children and no daughters under his knees, so he regarded Wei Wuji as his own son and pampered him.

Seeing the disciple like this, how could he not be angry, seeing the disciple escape, he rushed towards Zhang Yanqing, and a monstrous killing broke out in his body.

After all, the old man used to be a half-step innate master, even if his cultivation fell, his strength was still a terrifying existence among the internal strength martial artists.

"Kill yourself!" The pupils of his eyes constricted, and he was not deterred by the strong strength of the other party, Zhang Yanqing stood indifferently in place, and the true qi on his body suddenly became weird.

"That's ...... "Aura" He Xiao, who had experienced this kind of power more than once, had a drastic change in his face and lost his voice.

Reiki, a kind of inner strength martial artist's dream pursuit, when the true qi in the warrior's body is completely transformed into aura, he completely transforms into an innate martial artist.

The transition period between the two is generally called half-step innate, and some martial artists can use a few months during the transition period, but some martial artists spend their entire lives to complete the transition, and the talent is different from person to person.

When he felt the familiar and unfamiliar aura fluctuations of the Dao, the old man's wrinkled face welled up with a trace of panic, and the hand that slashed at the top of the opponent's head met a super resistance and slowed down.

Zhang Yanqing was slightly on one side, dodging Lao Tzu's sharp attack, stepping forward, and punching out, under the pressure of the surging momentum, the ground under his feet actually spread out several small gaps.

Unable to dodge, the old man tried his best to resist the punch of the spiritual power, protected his chest with both hands, and carried it stiffly.

The roaring fist wind around him made the old man's withered face fluctuate against the wind, and with great force, his body slammed backwards and fell beside his beloved disciple.

This is not perfect and has a trace of internal strength of spiritual impact, the old man is very familiar with it, and his previous self is this kind of cultivation.

Half-step congenital, really half-step congenital, some of the well-informed people present have already seen the doorway, and no one would have guessed that the most ordinary middle-aged man among the three is actually a half-step innate master.

As long as you practice hard and make your body memory stronger, most people can cultivate their internal strength sooner or later.

Reiki is not so simple, Reiki comes from nature, warriors perceive from nature, and only a very few warriors can perceive the mysteries.

Once you step into the realm of half-step innateness, it marks that you have officially entered the ranks of top martial artists, so every martial artist who has mastered spiritual power, in the court hall, the hope of paying homage to the marquis has greatly increased.

The master and apprentice looked at the middle-aged man with a pluice on their faces, but he used to be a half-step congenital powerhouse, but the old man was not intimidated, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned into a streamer, and slammed into Zhang Yanqing.

This time, the speed was several times faster than Fang Cai, and he used the strength of his whole body, the cold light in his eyes shone, and layers of smoke rolled up around him.

It is not uncommon for an internal strength martial artist to cross the level to defeat a half-step innate, but after all, there are very few.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, a bit deafening, and after the smoke cleared, everyone's eyes swept over, and they saw the middle-aged man who was still standing, and in the distance, there was an old man who was knocked out again, and at this time his flesh and blood were blurred and unconscious.