Chapter Forty-Eight: Two Hundred Years of Skill
The people next to him looked stunned for a while, but everyone knew Ding Chunqiu's reputation, but no one said anything to him. The people of the Star Sect were embarrassed, just now they were in charge of their own group of people, what kind of magic power is there, Shou and Tianqi, sweeping the world or something, but they were knocked out and dragged away in the blink of an eye, clean and neat. All the words are stuck in my throat and can't come out.
The eight Xue Muhua who were caught by Ding Chunqiu were ecstatic, and now Ding Chunqiu actually carried it directly. Xue Muhua recognized what Matthew wanted to say, but he couldn't speak, and the current situation was obviously not suitable.
Matthew didn't say a word, no matter how they reacted, he dragged Ding Chunqiu in like a dead dog, and the bag next to him couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Su Xinghe's face was bright, and without saying a word, he turned around and played chess with Murong Fu again. Just smiling and can't wait to sing a little song.
Walking to the rear step by step, Matthew saw Wu Yazi's body falling on the beam floating around indiscriminately, Matthew chuckled: Master, I brought this guy to you, what should I do with him. ”
Matthew threw Ding Chunqiu on the ground, then clicked his acupoint, thought about clicking a few times and segmented his limbs, this kind of person Matthew didn't dare to be careless in anything, so an internal force entered Ding Chunqiu's body, and then took a few steps back.
Ding Chunqiu was woken up by Matthew's internal force, and as soon as he woke up, he let out a burst of screams, and his limbs were broken and he was in pain. The sight around him was a little dim, but Ding Chunqiu calmed down and saw the scene that made him feel terrified.
I saw that the master who had been victimized by himself was floating in the air like a ghost, his eyes staring at him tightly, eager to eat his flesh raw.
"Division... Master!? ”
"You still have the face to call me master, rebel!"
"Master, is it really your old man?! No... This can't be, I've already killed you, how can you come back, haha, I've already killed you! ”
Wu Yazi sneered, "The sky has eyes, let me not die, today I have a good apprentice, Ding Chunqiu, today you are dead!" ”
Although Wu Yazi's body couldn't move, his sleeves were blown with internal force, whirring, and bursts of whipping hit Ding Chunqiu's body, his limbs were charged, and he couldn't hide if he wanted to.
He could only move on the ground and couldn't stop screaming, and after a while, Ding Chunqiu was tortured to an inhuman appearance, but he didn't die. Wu Yazi snorted coldly, and you were cheap. His sleeves rolled up and then the Northern Spiritual Skill stretched out, Ding Chunqiu was originally quite a crane with a childish face, and the wrinkles on his face immediately appeared. It's like there's a little mouse running underneath the skin.
Then there was no blood on his face at all, and then his whole body was like skin and bones, and he held on for a while and his legs were kicked and he lost his life.
Wu Yazi's face became more ruddy, "Disciple, come forward." ”
Matthew took a few steps forward and held on to the cliffless.
"Good apprentice, it's time to be a teacher, the meridians were broken, and today I sucked the strength of this beast, and I can't hold on to it as a teacher. It's time to pass on your Northern Spiritual Skills today. ”
Matthew's heart was complicated at that time, Wu Yazi took revenge like this, and he was still thinking about himself, and after absorbing Wu Yazi's internal strength, this time he gave Matthew more extraordinary skills, but in this way, his own body couldn't hold on.
Matthew did it according to the method of no cliff, and then no cliff floated up, and then, like in the original book, he stood upside down with his head against Matthew.
Matthew only felt that the true qi in the two of them was transparent to each other, and with the operation of the Wuyazi Beishen Divine Skill without barriers, the power in his body continued to flow into Wuyazi's body, and then through the cycle, he returned, but the true qi that came back all became the pure Northern Shenshen True Qi.
Ma Xiuning's mind was calm, and the true qi in his body slowly decreased and increased, until the one hundred and ten years of his strength had all become the true qi of the Northern Darkness, but this was not over yet, and the endless flow of true qi was still being transmitted.
One hundred and two, one hundred and thirteen, one hundred and fourteen, Matthew carefully adjusted the true qi in his body so that he could completely become his internal force, until it rose to two hundred years of strength, and then stopped.
Matthew was ecstatic, his one hundred and ten years of skill, plus seventy years of Wuyazi, seventy years of Ding Chunqiu, and finally became two hundred years of pure Northern Darkness True Qi in his body, although there was something wrong, but this thought was the waste of the conversion period disappeared.
After all, he still has to spend energy to turn his already obtained Nine Yin internal force into the Northern Yin True Qi, even if he wastes fifty years of internal power, Matthew is completely acceptable. Two hundred years of pure skills, except for the two hanging forces in the original book, his current skills are the first person.
Matthew calmed his mind and felt the vast internal force flowing in his body like the sea, and the dantian really seemed to be an ocean, as far as the eye could see.
Slowly closing his efforts, and when he opened his eyes, Matthew felt that the entire pitch-black hole lit up. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and Wu Yazi was no longer alive, and Matthew slowly put down his corpse and placed it. Respectfully bowed three times.
Then he turned and walked outside.
There's no need to say anything, this is what he wants, but Wu Yazi is dying for his own sake, and Matthew decided to send him to make a look, which is also to live up to Wu Yazi's heart for himself.
Matthew walked outside, and during this time a large number of people had already arrived inside and outside.
Murong Fu Duan Yu didn't say it, there were four villains, and a monk, it seemed that it was Gu Mozhi. There are also Shaolin monks who also came.
Seeing Matthew come out, Su Xinghe nodded, seeing the ring in his hand knowing that the master might have passed away, with a trace of pain on his face, he had long known that there would be such a day, although he was sad, he was not unacceptable. Maybe this is a relief for the master.
Matthew came to the front, things had already developed to the end, Duan Yanqing was breaking the game, and then the little monk Xuzhu saw that he had fallen close to the magic barrier, and couldn't help but help. Then Su Xinghe asked him to continue the chaotic chess game just now on the grounds that he couldn't make trouble, and after Duan Yanqing's thousands of miles of transmission, Xuzhu played and then lifted the chess game.
"Congratulations to the little monk, you can solve this chess game, it can be seen that there is really a great opportunity, as a reward, you can ask me a question. I can answer you. ”
Xuzhu said nervously, not to use words, looking like an honest little monk. If you look closely, this monk is really not good-looking, his eyes, nose and mouth are pushed together, and he looks completely ugly.
"Why, don't you want to know your biological parents, I can tell you."
Xuzhu was obviously stunned, this gentleman could actually know this? ”
"That's the way to hold the prize of the Zhenlong chess game, I know most of the things in the world, the person who solves the chess game can ask me a question, don't doubt that I will answer, I am sure it is true."