The green-shirted maid is not a small role in Mingjiao.

To be able to follow He's side and plan the foundation of several states, in addition to a certain management ability, martial arts are even more essential.

In this way, we can cope with all kinds of unexpected situations.

But this is exactly what Huang Shang meant.

At first, the beggars helped a few beggars, and they could coerce him who didn't know martial arts.

Wait until the beginning of the literary atmosphere, worry-free in the cave, go down with one stroke, and kill the beggar gang disciples in seconds.

Now that the use of the style is becoming more and more proficient, and the ancestral knowledge has also begun to cultivate, it is time to fight with the small high-level people with names and surnames in the Ming Sect.

The purpose of the green-shirted maid was to hold her hostage, but she was ruthless, her five fingers became claws, the strong wind hit her face, and her ruthless posture seemed to pull out Huang Shang's eyes.

Huang Shang was engrossed, Zhuge pen slammed twice, and two hexagram-like symbols were condensed in the air.

Thunder!

Sky!

Thunder is strong! Masculine!

As soon as the Great Zhuang hexagram came out, all of a sudden, a wave of heat surged up in the narrow secret room.

It can't reach the level of Xu Feng's vigor and blood when he punches, but for ordinary masters, it is already a force that cannot be ignored.

What shocked the green-shirted maid even more was the strange attack method of the person in front of her.

Obviously, there is no fluctuation of true qi, how did that surging power come from?

"Zhu Yan!"

But just when he was subconsciously stunned, a deafening voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

It is He's reassuring sound, a means of appeasing believers on weekdays, which is used to remind her at this moment.

Zhu Yan, the green-shirted maid, was excited, and immediately distracted thoughts, probed with her long arms, and grabbed her five fingers.

No matter what weird tricks you have, it's just a win or a loser!

Boom!

Wen Qi and strength collided, making a dull sound, Huang Shang's body shook and retreated.

Facts have proven that there is still a gap in combat effectiveness between the more than 10 years of studying literature and the more than 10 years of martial arts training.

After all, the purpose of martial arts training in the low-martial arts world is pure, just to fight, and in comparison, the scope of Wenqi is much wider.

If it is wide, it will inevitably be thin, and it is naturally not as good as specialization.

However, his footsteps retreated, and with a flick of Zhuge pen, the escaping literary tone immediately returned.

Big strong again!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the exchange of blows kept ringing.

Huang Shang seemed to be retreating, but every time he took a step back, he could make a move.

Zhu Yan seemed to be advancing, but every time he took a step, he had to block a move.

Her face grew pale.

The return gas can't keep up.

True Qi is born from the dantian, circulating the limbs and hundreds of bones, each meridian, and then beating through moves, which is the basic principle of ancient martial arts.

And no matter how powerful the magic skill is, it must also pay attention to a loss and supplement.

The inheritance of Mingjiao is definitely not weak, and Zhu Yan is also a descendant, and his skills are not false.

But no matter how false it is, I can't stand this kind of successive moves!

On the other side, Wujian had already firmly suppressed the He clan at a disadvantage, forcing her to go up and enter the Xiangu Temple to fight.

Even so, he could still look at the secret room with his own attention.

With flawless strength, he can actually stop Zhu Yan and defeat two with one.

However, I was curious in my heart to see how strong Huang Shang's actual combat ability was.

After all, it is said that there are a thousand ways and ten thousand, and the heavenly world is a place where strength is respected.

When I saw this scene, my heart was already settled.

The best for yourself is the strongest.

In the eyes of star reincarnation, Huang Shang's current strength is nothing.

But this speed of improvement is really jaw-dropping!

It's only been a long time since you have such combat power!

It is completely possible to imagine how brilliant his future will be!

Wujian has strengthened his confidence, and no matter how much he invests, as long as he can get this character card, it is worth it.

He even looked at the nightingale with his hands behind his back, looking at Huang Shang fighting without blinking, and faintly made up his mind.

Of course, it is not enough to try to defeat the other party just because of the characteristics of the tone that is not afraid of attrition.

Zhu Yan had never seen such a strange attack method, and she temporarily lost her ability to deal with it, but she quickly came to her senses, and faced the bombardment move head-on, she couldn't take advantage of it, and when she turned around, several hidden weapons flew out of her cuffs in an instant.

Seeing these hidden weapons scattered by the goddess and outflanked them, Huang Shang didn't dare to take them hard, so he wrote down two strokes.

Sky!

Mountain!

As soon as the hexagram came out, the figure flashed, and it was avoided, and Mingzhe protected himself.

But this avoidance falls into passivity.

Zhu Yan seized the opportunity and pounced like lightning, pressing forward again and again, fists and claws and hidden weapons, and did everything.

Huang Shang couldn't help but be a little in a hurry, so he had to avoid it again and again.

His current style of style relies on the I Ching gossip, 8864 hexagrams.

These hexagrams are all to be inspired by the spirit and born in the way of writing down the hexagrams.

Write down two words to form a move, which seems cool, but it takes a process.

No matter how fast this process is, it is a flaw for the warrior.

Now Zhu Yan is fast with fast fighting.

Huang Shang retreated again and again, and when the momentum of Zhu Yan's attack was slightly weaker, he immediately changed the escape hexagram to the big strong hexagram, wanting to turn defense into offense.

But the first move had just been written, and Zhu Yan had already delivered two punches, a claw, and three moves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The strength of the attack, Huang Shang had no choice but to retreat again, and Zhu Yan's strength was even more like a surging river, and it bombarded over.

Huang Shang can only show his hexagram again and avoid its edge.

"Sure enough, the actual battle is not a ring match, let alone a turn-based ......"

Huang Shang was chased all over the secret room, looking embarrassed, and he couldn't help but feel nervous, but he felt that he had gained something.

This is just like overcoming a difficult problem in learning, the temporary upper and lower advantages are secondary, and the key is the final result.

Sure enough, Zhu Yan was full of courage and pressed forward again and again, but Huang Shang was still calm and proficient, as if he had really become Ling Bo Weibu, Zhan Zhi was in front, and Hu Er was behind.

The strong wind was blowing in the secret room, and the nightingale retreated into the secret passage, sealing the retreat, and enjoying Huang Shang's play for a long time.

She had already seen that Zhu Yan's true qi consumption had increased dramatically, and she was getting more and more urgent.

Under the elimination of the other, Huang Shang was more stable, and while dealing with Zhu Yan, there was finally another counterattack.

The great hexagram reappears!

Under the pressure of actual combat, the pen is more fluent, and the time to launch is short.

"Phew!"

In the face of this move, Zhu Yan couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply opened his mouth and roared, sonic attack, and took advantage of Huang Shang's body to pounce on.

In mid-air, her body made a strange twist, her arms bent outward, and in a posture that defied common sense, she cut her palm under Huang Shang's ribs.

In today's Mingjiao, many martial arts still retain foreign styles, and this move is quite a bit of yoga style.

The Middle Ages was indeed the time when yoga was introduced to Persia.

The timing chosen by Zhu Yan was just right, Huang Shang was unavoidable, but he was not flustered, and his other empty palm was shot straight out.

Palms intersect.

Huang Shang's body shook, he took three steps back, took three steps back, unloaded his strength, his face turned pale, he stood in place, and breathed.

On the other hand, Zhu Yan failed to kill the move, and was hit by the big Zhuang hexagram, flew out backwards, fell to the ground and staggered, his face turned blue and white, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was ugly, and his lips trembled.

She was speechless, but Huang Shang knew what the other party was angry about.

His palm is not a literary tone.

It's really angry.

Pure true qi.

Zhu Yan has been cultivating since he was a child, and his skills for more than ten years have just been seriously depleted, but they have not yet reached the point where the oil is exhausted.

But the two sides competed, and although her true qi caused some damage to Huang Shang, it failed to completely penetrate into her body.

On the contrary, it is Huang Shang's true qi, like an arrow, cutting through thorns and thorns, piercing straight into the body.

It is not in the depth of the skill, but in the "quality" of the true qi, there is a world of difference!

Zhu Yan blocked the victory and defeat in this palm, and suffered from it.

Huang Shang used a wisp of pure true qi born in the ancestral aperture to carefully expel Zhu Yan's true qi from the body, without giving her a chance to relieve her anger.

At the same time, in the Xiangu Temple, there was no missing door in the acupoint of the He family, and the old lady was unwilling to sit on the ground.

Finish the day.