Look at the middle-aged man again, in his forties, upright. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his wounds were oozing blood.

The tips of his drooping left fingers were slowly dripping blood downward, and the Qingfeng Sword he held in his right hand was also trembling slightly. Not only was he injured, but he was also exhausted, and if he continued to fight, it was estimated that the black and white photos would have to be put up.

On the other hand, Fan Jiayang, although his clothes are also broken, there are no obvious wounds. It seems that this Fan Jiayang is still slightly better!

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw me appear, his eyes were a little surprised, my appearance broke the balance between the two. Looking at his expression, he should be a little jealous, afraid that I am Fan Jiayang's helper. At present, there is no room for error in the face of a strong enemy.

"Fan Jiayang, you dead old man, you dare to collude with the Japanese. You traitorous national scum seeking glory! Now your Japanese master is dead! Hurry up and die! I said in a flirtatious tone.

There are two purposes for saying this, one is to tell this middle-aged man that I am here to help. The second is to buckle a big hat for Fan Jiayang, communicate with foreign countries, and sell the country to seek glory, which is to punish the nine clans in ancient times.

Sure enough, hearing my words, Fan Jiayang turned his head and glanced at the gate, where there were several fake military vehicles. Now that the guards below have begun to clean up the bodies, the battle has come to an end.

"Chen Daheng! I can't imagine that I didn't kill you, you are really a variable! ”

"This leader, go down! Leave it to me here, and I will definitely do my best to get Fan Jiayang's dog head to meet you. ”

Although the middle-aged man is confused, he is injured, and if he continues to fight, he can only die for the country. So he nodded and found a place to jump.

Seeing that he is so high on the fourth floor, he also jumps down, it turns out that he is really a master!

"Fan Jiayang, you actually framed me! Actually, I have long doubted you and Yang Yuze. You killed Yang Yuze, right? I saw that he was still bleeding in the guest house, so I hurried back to the underground cell, but fortunately I was in time. ”

"Boy, you're talking too much, it's a matter of minutes before I kill you." Fan Jiayang pulled a beautiful sword flower.

"If you collude with the Japanese, then you should be a member of the Holy Spirit Society? Although the Pao Brothers' Association is both good and evil, it will never collude with the Japanese and commit acts of betrayal. So, you betrayed the Motherland. ”

Seeing me speak lightly, Fan Jiayang, who is now alone. He looked left and right, trying to find a way to retreat, but there were rice fields for several kilometers around, how could he run? Outrun bullets?

"Fan Jiayang, let's fight! Let me see today how capable the director of the General Investigation Directorate is. Let me use the soft sword of the Japanese to cut off your head. I looked at him with a grin.

"Boy, I don't mind you being my sword ghost, but I'm not available today." He wanted to leave after he said that.

I swung my five thunder palms and slammed them into his back, and he easily dodged them. He stared back at me abruptly.

"Are you a five-thunder palm? Shenxiao faction? ”

"Do you still know the Five Thunder Palms? Don't talk nonsense, today you will be a stepping stone for my Shenxiao Sect to grow. ”

Fan Jiayang finally stood up, and he began to pay attention to the opponent in front of him. The fourth floor was roof tiled, and we stood on the ridge. This kind of building in the eighties and nineties, the first, second and third floors are buildings, and the roof of the fourth floor is tiled, which is more distinctive.

He pulled another sword flower, which was a master of making swords. A sword is different from a knife, the main function of a knife is to slash, and a sword is to stab. A master who likes to make a sword, the sword in his hand is like an extra hand.

And I, with a mandarin duck arm in my left hand and five thunder palms in my right hand. But this is related to the level of cultivation, not that you know this, that is, you are invincible in the world. Cultivation is said to be external practice and internal practice, internal training is a breath, and external training is muscles, bones and skin.

But whether it is external training or internal training, they are all different paths to the same end. There are Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism in China, and Islam, Christianity, and Yoga in foreign countries, all of which have their own practice methods.

Taoist cultivation pursues the unity of heaven and man, and there are theories about internal and external training, some schools focus on internal training, and some emphasize external training. The Shenxiao School is biased towards external practice, but external practice can also practice 'qi', which is the first stage of the foundation building qigong of the Inner Dan Technique.

'Qi refining' is the first stage of the foundation building of the Neidan technique, based on the essence of essence, qi and spirit, the essence of the essence must be combined with the essence of the essence of the essence, and the essence must be refined together, turning into a light and clear substance of the essence of the combined thing, that is, the sense of qi.

'Refining the gods' is the second stage, which combines the qi with the gods, so that the qi is included in the cultivation stage of the gods. It is to use consciousness to adjust the distribution and operation of internal qi to increase strength.

'Refining Void' is the third stage, which refers to the transition from physical cultivation to spiritual cultivation, and the energy of the brain officially begins to be used, and the highest realm can be out of the body.

'Merging' is the ultimate stage of foundation building in the Inner Dan technique. At this time, the emptiness can be shattered, the self can be changed, and the human body can be freed from the constraints of the body and can exist in a similar mental state.

In that fire, the Qilin's machine spirit entered the palm of my hand, which is probably the Qi refining stage. And the Five Thunder Command Weapon Spirit enters the right hand, and when my luck arrives, it should be the stage of refining the gods. Although I have been able to penetrate the wall for a long time, it is estimated that it is only in the early stage of the third stage of refining.

Therefore, it is difficult for me to compare these wild paths with traditional Taoist cultivation. When I first learned the technique of piercing through the wall, I actually entered the refining period in advance, but my cultivation did not reach it. Although I have mastered three skills, I am not very proficient.

So in the face of Director Fan, who is in his fifties, although he has already fought, my chances of winning are not high.

I used big words to provoke him just now, just to make a mouth cannon and cool down, after all, he was locked up for so many days.

Fan Jiayang has been cultivating for thirty or forty years, and his skills are profound, which is not something that I can despise at a young age.

Today, I am like a junior high school student, carrying a university book to read, and I understand a lot of words, but I may not be able to understand the content. It's not that I'm a college student after reading college books.

Fighting with Fan Jiayang, you can despise him strategically, but you must pay attention to him tactically. Therefore, it is the best tactic to play to your strengths and avoid weaknesses, such as using my wall-piercing technique and using my five thunder palms.

I used the wall-piercing technique to appear behind him, and the five thunder palms were long-range bombardment and sneak attacks, which was my forte.

Thinking of this, I injected strength into the soft sword, and the soft and drooping metal iron sheet straightened up at once, as if I had fed Viagra.

Fan Jiayang looked strange over there, he couldn't have imagined that I, a young man in his twenties, could grasp a soft sword so easily.

What surprised him even more was still behind, I disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant, he was taken aback, rubbed his eyes and looked again. I had reached his back, and with a stab of my sword, he felt the strong wind and slashed his sword back.

And I disappeared again, reappeared on his back, followed by a five-thunder palm, and was dodged by him again.

I circled around him, occasionally striking a five-thunder palm and occasionally stabbing a sword. My style of play annoyed Fan Jiayang and made him go around, but there was nothing he could do about me.

Sweating profusely, he finally thought of running away. I have to say that this person's cultivation in thirty or forty years is amazing. As soon as he stepped on the roof, the whole person rushed forward dozens of meters.

But is he as fast as I am? No! I clinged to him like a maggot attached to my bones, and when I had time, I came with a palm, and when I got close, I came with a sword. This style of play chased him all over the roof, but he turned back with his sword and disappeared from me.

After fighting with each other for more than ten minutes, Fan Jiayang was covered in small wounds, and I was also out of breath.

Looking at him crumbling, I was ten meters away, and I waited until I was out of breath before playing with him. Don't think that I can really crush Fan Jiayang, in fact, he has never been exposed to this style of play. And I have used dozens of wall piercing techniques, five thunder palms, which is also a serious overdraft.

Standing on this side of the roof, panting and looking at Fan Jiayang, the wounds all over his body were also painful and tired. Now I can't take him, and he can't take me, so it's a stalemate.

I saw that he had no desire to attack, so I sat on the roof and wanted to rest before fighting. I saw Fan Jiayang take out a brocade cloth bag from his arms, just like someone's dry tobacco cloth bag.

He put his Qingfeng sword into the brocade cloth bag, and took out a large knife from it, as well as a few water pipes.

Watching him pick up the big knife, it became a Qinglong Glaive Knife. I'm dumbfounded, a brocade cloth bag can hold a long knife?

He took out a sparkling silver hedgehog from the brocade bag. The style is just like the current T-shirt, which is worn from the beginning, and two arms are stretched out to protect the upper body.

Is this person going to be ready to hang? What's the name of his brocade bag? A treasure bag? I glanced at the soft sword in my hand, and then looked at his Qinglong Glaive Knife, how can I fight this?

It was too early to say it just now, and now people are armed to the teeth, and they can't fight, they really can't fight.

Fan Jiayang has rested enough, his skills are profound, and his strength is fast. I saw him pick up the glaive knife and flick it at the blade, and the entire blade made a sound like a dragon's groan.

This knife seems to be also a treasure, and Fan Jiayang was killed, this knife, this armor, this bag, is it mine? Of course, I just thought, people can't live without dreams, what if they come true?

Fan Jiayang shouted violently, and the whole person jumped four or five meters, and it reached the top of my head at once. He threw a handful of yellow hair at me in the air and slashed it at me.

There was a 'boom', and where I was standing, a 10-square-meter hole collapsed around me.

I finally regained some strength, and I used it to perform the spell. What the hell did he throw at me? It smells like it's a foul, could it be poison?

He then returned his rifle and stabbed the glaive in the back. I couldn't stop retreating, I couldn't fight today, and now it's my turn to run, but the internal strength is used up, and the wall piercing technique is not infinitely used.

When he saw that I was no longer stealthy and attacked from behind, he was overjoyed and strengthened his offensive. I had to run around on the ridge, and he chased after me, and he turned around and cut it off so that I had no place to stand.

At this time, a voice appeared in the sky: "! Do you learn from Zorro? Duel on the rooftop? ”

I looked up and saw that Jiang Ming was riding a misty bronze bird and staying in the air. Fan Jiayang also looked up, his face was bloodless with fright, for me, I saw that I had it, and now there is a guy who can fly.

As soon as Jiang Ming landed, he stared at me and said, are you okay? I said nothing, now I'm just a strategic retreat, you're here to pick the fruits of victory?

He smiled and said, I'm with you, who with whom! Why are you so clear? After speaking, he took out a bronze ruler and patted it, and Fan Jiayang smashed down on the sports field like a kite with a broken string. The long knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

A few guards came down and tied up Fan Jiayang and waited for disposal.

I rode Jiang Ming's bronze bird down, and whispered in his ear, Fan Jiayang, a dead old man, has a bag in his arms, you can put anything in it, you hurry up and grab it.

"Na Sumeru in mustard seeds? It's a good thing, I've been looking for it for a long time. Just use it as my travel expenses! ”

After speaking, he went over and gave Fan Jiayang a few slaps, then pulled him into his arms, turned around and walked towards me. The guard looked at him and saw that he was a birdman, and he didn't dare to offend him at all.

Jiang Ming slammed into the bag and fixed it there. I walked over and asked what was wrong? He said that there was no spell, that he was busy in vain, that there was nothing in it.

I walked up to Fan Jiayang, looked at him with a mouth full of blood, and said a spell? He didn't look away from me, Jiang Ming slapped him violently, and hit him so much that he lost a few molars. Finally he cried and uttered the incantation.

Mustard seeds, that is, rapeseeds, are very small. Mount Meru was originally the name of the mountain in Hindu mythology, its height is 84,000 meters, and the Buddhists use the metaphor of "Mount Meru" to be extremely huge. Just imagine, stuffing a high mountain into a place the size of rapeseed, this is the origin of Nasumeru's mustard seeds.

Jiang Ming got this storage tip, and he was full of joy, found a place where no one was, and turned out the contents inside. The things in it are shocking, there are all kinds of treasures, it seems that Fan Jiayang has been greedy a lot over the years!

Now there are more than forty guards left, and several are wounded. The guards repaired the wiring and opened the electric door to release the trainees from the cell.

Siyuan came over, led us to the base office, made us tea, and asked us to sit while he went to help tidy up the base.

Drinking these superb Emeishan green teas, my mouth was full of fragrance, I was also thirsty, and I blew on the teacup and drank it violently. After drinking a few cups of tea and finally quenching my thirst, I listened to Jiang Ming tell me the story of the past.

It turned out that from the moment I was arrested, he reported it to the military, and then laid out it step by step, so that today's situation was achieved.

It's just that I didn't expect Fan Jiayang to be so frustrated, and he actually fornicated with the Japanese and attacked the base. Fortunately, he heard the news from the military and rushed over immediately, otherwise he would have to collect my body. I slurred his face. If I can't win, I won't be able to run?

The instructors and guards who went out of the base also gradually rushed back to participate in dealing with the aftermath. Siyuan came over to spread the word that the head of the base wanted to see us.

At this time, I suddenly felt very tired and sleepy. His eyes gradually became confused, and then he lay down on the ground, no longer conscious.

I lost consciousness and my brain stopped spinning. I slept for a long time before I felt my left hand burning. With all the strength of his body, he raised his left hand to see that it was glowing red.

Then a scaly-clad green-skinned lion emerged from his hand. It stuck out its tongue and licked my face, the barbs of the tongue tickling my cheeks.

This is ......, Kirin?