Fake Xiaoliu's first reaction after waking up was to run away, but he didn't have the slightest strength in his body, so he had no choice but to lie half-dead on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dragging the fake Xiaoliu body to the courtyard in the temple, Xinghuan found a chair at random and sat down leisurely, and said, "Give you two roads." ”

Fake Xiaoliu said decisively: "I choose to live." ”

Xinghuan smiled slightly and said, "There is no way to live." ”

The fake Xiaoliu fell silent.

Xinghuan continued: "One is a painful death, and the other is a painful death. ”

One word difference, two ways to die.

Although Xinghuan is very interested in the secret of the fake Xiaoliu, he doesn't plan to waste time here; It's good to be able to get it, but he doesn't care if he can't get it.

Yan Rong went to the carriage, and the old coachman was used to seeing the rivers and lakes fighting, so he just took care of himself after reminiscing.

Instead of choosing how to die, Fake Xiaoliu asked, "What do you want to know?" ”

Xinghuan said with interest: "How did you look so similar to others?" ”

Fake Xiaoliu was stunned, a little puzzled, he didn't expect the woman in front of him to be interested in this matter.

After a pause, he said, "It's just a relatively clever disguise technique." ”

No amount of skillful disguise could have done anything like this, and it was obvious that he had lied.

Xinghuan was not surprised, his index finger was a little in the air, and an invisible energy fell on the fake Xiaoliu's body.

After three breaths, a very dense cold sweat began to appear on the forehead of the fake Xiaoliu, and his expression was very painful.

Once some acupuncture points in the human body are clicked, they will cause unbearable pain to ordinary people, just like now.

It's just that after a long time, the fake Xiaoliu is still patient, and it looks like he is going to swear to the death.

Sure enough, this method is indeed not very effective for those who practice martial arts.

Playing with the flying knife in his hand, the corners of Xinghuan's mouth hooked up a hint of a smile.

Leaving the chair, he squatted beside the fake Xiaoliu, picked up his palm, gestured with a flying knife, and said, "My knife skills are very good." ”

Because of the warmth of the spirit, he does know a lot about the things that are warmed, and at least it is no problem to use it to do some subtle operations.

The pain of the acupuncture is bearable, but what about the more cruel pain?

One finger is not enough, then ten fingers, the fingers are gone, and there are toes......

There are many parts on the human body, really a lot, it is said that the people of the East Factory and the West Factory are the best at torture, so that a person can not have a single part of his body intact, until he is tortured for seven days and seven nights, he will die completely.

No one has ever been able to hold out until seven days and seven nights, and most of them are unbearable halfway, either confessing or trying to commit suicide.

Of course, Xinghuan is not that powerful, he just plans to give it a try, and he doesn't bother to care if it succeeds or not.

After thinking about it, Xinghuan chose the index finger of the fake Xiaoliu.

First, the nails are slowly broken, and then the skin is melted with the tip of a knife, and the flesh is peeled and the bones are removed......

It's cruel, it's painful.

Inexplicably, Xinghuan seems to be addicted.

It's like carving a work of art, and his expression is very serious and focused.

The screams of the fake Xiaoliu spread far away, and in the end, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound, and he couldn't even die due to the blockade of One Finger Zen.

I don't know when, Yan Rong came behind Xinghuan, and said a little unbearably: "Why do you torture him like this." ”

Xinghuan came back to his senses and smiled, and said: "Life can't leave too many regrets, and when he experiences this kind of pain, he can die without regrets." ”

Yan Rong glanced at the bloody fingers, glanced at him angrily, and looked away.

Finally, the fake Xiaoliu couldn't bear the pain, and couldn't stop trembling, and said, "Stop... Hand... I say. ”

Xinghuan was very satisfied and waited for the next conversation.

Fake Xiaoliu gasped, and after a moment of relief, he said, "I practice the Shape Change. ”

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air in my ears, and two points of ghostly light hit Xinghuan and Yan Rong respectively.

Because of the poison of lust that slowly rose in her body again, Yan Rong's reaction was inevitably slower.

But it's nothing, because the likes have been prepared for a long time.

Next to the chair, two sword lights appeared in the sword box, knocking away the attacking hidden weapon, and at the same time, the flying knife in Xinghuan's hand also disappeared.

Outside the courtyard walls, the sound of a fallen person was heard, indicating that the attacker had died.

Xinghuan has been waiting for the other party to appear, the moment he takes the initiative to make a move, if he doesn't show up, how can his flying knife hit the other party? After all, there's a wall in between.

Seeing this, the fake Xiaoliu completely lost his heart.

He was already paying attention to delaying time, waiting for his companions to come to his rescue.

If he hasn't gone back after the appointed time, it means that he has had an accident and needs to be rescued.

That's why his companion appears at this time.

Fake Xiaoliu is a very cautious person, and every time beforehand, he will arrange a follow-up.

Originally, the person outside the wall didn't plan to fight hard, the other party just wanted to try, if he couldn't do anything, he would definitely not care about the life and death of the fake Xiaoliu, but fled quickly.

It's just a pity that they are facing Xinghuan.

Ordinary force is of no use to Xinghuan, but unfortunately, they don't know it.

The sword light returned to the sword box, and everything was calm.

After Xinghuan shook off the blood stains on his hands, he said casually: "Recite the exercises silently." ”

The fake Xiaoliu hesitated, and in the end he could only do what Xinghuan said.

Soon, Xinghuan got "Shape Change".

Because his spirit is different from ordinary people, his memory is getting stronger and stronger, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he will never forget it, so he just remembered it completely after listening to it once.

After taking a sip of wine, with the help of the artistic conception of laughter and drunkenness and the self-contained heaven and earth in his body, he gradually sank into a realm of selflessness.

In just a moment, Xinghuan mastered "Transfiguration Gong".

This kind of exercise is very peculiar, focusing on changing the appearance of the person, and "cartilage gong", this kind of exercise is active for the change of appearance, unfortunately the scope of change is not very large.

The reason why the fake Xiaoliu is so similar is also related to his original figure.

After He Shan lost weight, the gap between Xiao Liu and Xiao Liu at this time was not big, as long as he ran the "Transfiguration Gong" and cooperated with the disguise technique, it was not difficult to do this.

After some attempts, Xinghuan finally understood why the fake Xiaoliu wanted to get "Cartilage Gong".

One is to change the outside, the other is to change the inside, and the effect of the combination of the two martial arts is very strong.

It seems that these two martial arts are originally a set.

Inexplicably, Xinghuan always felt that something was wrong when he was running the two martial arts.

If you don't notice it when you run it alone, but when you run it at the same time, you always feel a little uncomfortable.

It seems that the fake Xiaoliu is still hiding his secrets.

A flying knife flew out of the sword box again, and Xinghuan unceremoniously prepared to continue.

Seeing this, Fake Xiaoliu's face changed suddenly in fright, and said, "Wait, I've already said it, why are you still torturing me." ”

Xinghuan gestured with a flying knife and said casually: "I practiced cartilage skills." ”

As if struck by lightning, the fake six sides are like ashes.

No one knows the connection between Yixing Gong and Cartilage Gong better than him.

The pain in his fingertips woke him up, and with a wry smile, he resigned himself to his fate: "I said." ”

Xinghuan stopped what he was doing and smiled without saying a word.