Chapter 68: Iron Palm

This time, even Li Chenglong can't listen to it, this Lu Juyang is extremely self-centered, and his values have been distorted to the extreme. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Li Chenglong used the method of stimulating true qi in the Six Veins Divine Sword Sutra to stimulate an invisible sword qi that silently pierced Lu Juyang's right leg.

"Ahh Lu Juyang let out a miserable scream, immediately fell to the ground, rolled a few laps before stopping, he held his right leg, cold sweat was dripping, since he was a child, he had never been so seriously injured.

"Brute, it's not a pity for you to die today!" After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he was going to kill Lu Juyang.

"Wait! Qiao Feng, I have already sent a signal, my father will come over soon, if you kill me, he will definitely not let you go! "When death was imminent, Lu Juyang did not forget to threaten Qiao Feng.

"I'm waiting here!" After speaking, Qiao Feng shattered his brain with one palm.

"Well done! Qiao Daxia is really a chivalrous man who is jealous and hateful! Li Chenglong applauded, he took out two bottles of aged wine from the space, handed one to Qiao Feng, and said: "This is the wine brewed in my hometown, come and taste it!" ā€

Qiao Feng took the wine and drank half a bottle in one go, he looked comfortable and praised with great satisfaction: "Good wine!" It's really good wine, it's the first time Qiao has drunk such a fine wine, and it's not an exaggeration to call it a jade liquid. ā€

"Wine is paired with heroes, only heroes like Qiao Daxia are qualified to drink my wine!" Li Chenglong laughed and took a big sip.

"Although the Taoist is an outsider, he is also so bold, Qiao is the first time he has seen it, can the Taoist tell you your honorable name?" Qiao Feng asked.

"Awards, awards! The poor sword has no trace, and the ears of the nameless people! Li Chenglong said casually, the natural appearance of dust is really a bit fairy.

"Daoist Commander Without a Trace, I am waiting for Lu Juyang's family here, Dao Chief, please take care of yourself!" Qiao Feng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and recuperated, and no longer paid attention to Li Chenglong. He did this so as not to affect him.

"Haha!" Li Chenglong laughed out loud and continued: "Poor Dao also wants to see what kind of character can teach such a son. ā€

"Good!" Qiao Feng had a good impression of Li Chenglong again, and he instructed: "Traceless Dao Chief, if there is a fight later, take good care of yourself!" ā€

"Don't worry, Qiao Daxia, Poor Dao knows a little bit about swordsmanship." Li Chenglong admired Qiao Feng more and more, but he knew that Qiao Feng would definitely not betray the beggar gang and join the Immortal Martial Palace, and this matter could only be planned slowly.

Half an hour later, sure enough, a group of people came and searched for the two of them, and one of them almost urinated out of fright after seeing Lu Juyang's corpse, and collapsed directly on the ground.

After a long time, he got up tremblingly, and shouted as he ran back: "The second young master has been killed!" ā€

After a while, a large group of people surrounded Li Chenglong and the two, half of them were third-rate masters, the rest were second-rate masters, and there was not even a first-class master, and the highest cultivation was a middle-aged master at the peak of the second-rate peak, and it seemed that he should be the leader.

"Two, my young master was killed by two?" The middle-aged man couldn't figure out the details of Li Chenglong and the two, and he didn't speak ill of each other at the beginning.

"I killed it alone, and it has nothing to do with this Dao Master." Qiao Feng said loudly, he acted above board and never lied and deceived people.

The middle-aged master took two steps back and said loudly: "Grab the two of them and take them back to see the owner." ā€

"Let your owner come to see me!" Qiao Feng let out a loud shout, and slapped the low-level martial artists who surrounded him with his two palms.

These low-level martial artists were Qiao Feng's opponents, and they were injured immediately when they touched him, and no one could get within five feet of him.

Someone saw that Qiao Feng was so brave, so they hit Li Chenglong with his idea.

Their strength is too low, and the meridians have only opened a few meridians, and the amount of true qi is small and not pure.

Li Chenglong didn't want to use the Northern Shengong, and directly used the skills of four or two thousand catties in Taijiquan, and everyone who came was thrown out by him, which was in line with his identity as a Taoist master.

Seeing that the martial arts of the two were so strong, the middle-aged master hurriedly led the rest of the martial artists to escape.

Li Chenglong didn't want to destroy his image in Qiao Feng's mind, so he didn't use the Northern Spiritual Skill to absorb the internal strength of the middle-aged man.

The first group of people was repelled by the two, and they continued to meditate and wait, and not long after, another group of people came.

The strength of this group of people is obviously two grades higher, the lowest are second-rate masters, and the lean middle-aged martial artist in the leader has a first-class level.

"Lift the sun! O my son! The thin warrior knelt beside Lu Juyang's corpse, picked up his body, and slowly walked back to the crowd, he was Lu Jiuyin, the owner of Lujiazhuang.

He handed over the body to a subordinate next to him, his eyes suddenly became extremely fierce, and he pointed at Qiao Feng with a trembling hand and said, "You killed me!" ā€

"Not bad!" Qiao Feng admitted frankly.

"Who are you? Why did you kill my son? "Lu Jiuyin can have today's status, and he is not a stupid person, he didn't do it immediately.

"Master Lu Zhuang, in the beggar to help Qiao Feng, Lu Juyang killed..."Qiao Feng said the ins and outs of the future, he is not a person who kills indiscriminately, Lu Jiuyin didn't make a move, he won't take the initiative.

"Yang'er, I knew that you would have a day when your father spoiled you!" Lu Jiuyin was in tears.

"Gang Leader Qiao, although the dog is innocent of death, the revenge of killing the son cannot be avenged! I won't bully more than less, as long as you can beat me, I'll let you live. Lu Jiuyin said.

"In this way, according to what the owner of the Lu Zhuang said." Qiao Feng nodded in agreement.

Li Chenglong watched Lu Jiuyin's performance and couldn't help sneering in his heart.

If Lu Jiuyin was absolutely sure of winning the two of them, he would definitely not perform such a touching drama.

Qiao Feng is the leader of the world's largest beggar gang, and his strength is so high, Lu Jiuyin must be very scruples, although the Lu family has a large power near Dongting Lake, it is still inferior to the beggar gang.

If he wins Qiao Feng in the competition, he will definitely order the two to be killed, if he loses, he can't beat him, and he will definitely let him live, saying this is no different from nonsense, only a person like Qiao Feng will be fooled.

Lu Jiuyin is the family heirloom "Iron Palm", which is a set of advanced martial arts that combines rigidity and softness, and it is at least a first-class cheat book on the rivers and lakes.

He has been cultivating the Iron Palm for thirty years, and he has cultivated this palm technique to the realm of Dacheng, if it weren't for the lack of internal cultivation, he could even be among the top.

Qiao Feng's internal strength, palm skills and experience are not inferior to Lu Jiuyin, the first ten moves The two of them fought equally, and after ten moves, Lu Jiuyin gradually fell into disadvantage.

After the thirtieth move, Lu Jiuyin completely fell into the disadvantage, and was found by Qiao Feng to find an opportunity, and hit his chest with a move of the divine dragon's tail, and the fierce and domineering strength broke through his body's true qi and shocked his lungs.