"Young man, good skills, the old man, Wu Jing, the head of the Northern Xingyi Sect, didn't ask for advice?" The old man Wu Jing clenched his fists with both hands and took out a look of the atmosphere of rivers and lakes.

Looking at Wu Jing's breathing and ruddy complexion, I am afraid that there is also some internal strength, coupled with the strong wind just now, Long Xiaojiu guessed that this old man Wu Jing's internal strength may also be a little hot.

Long Xiaojiu smiled faintly, "Long Xiaojiu, there is no door and no faction!"

Wu Jing's white eyebrows twitched, and he said suspiciously: "Your Excellency has no sect and no sect to be able to learn such a high-level ancient martial arts, that is really commendable, and today the old man is going to learn and understand!"

Long Xiaojiu looked at An Heyue, who was smiling, and then looked at Wu Jing, and suddenly showed a look of disdain, An Heyue's actions were tantamount to playing for the tiger, and he was still the head of the ancient Guwu sect, which was simply a waste of Guwu.

"Don't you know, old fellow, that kidnapping people is a crime, and if you are tracked down, you are also an accomplice, do you know?"

Wu Jing smiled faintly, "I'm just helping the master do things, as for the rest, it has nothing to do with me!"

Long Xiaojiu said disdainfully: "The old immortal will shirk it! What about the master, are you a dog?

"You!" Wu Jing's white eyebrows were raised, and his face was angry.

At this time, An Heyue looked at Long Xiaojiu with a smug face, and said with a smile: "What, junior brother, are you scared? If you are afraid, say it earlier, hand over the things, and the senior sister will not embarrass you!"

Long Xiaojiu beckoned to Wu Jing very well, "You have the ability to call the old guy over there!"

An Heyue's face sank, and he looked at Wu Jing, even if Wu Jing rushed towards Long Xiaojiu, the tiger's claws and crane's beak were endlessly changing, and the tiger was vigorous.

Now that the Nine Veins of Ancient Medicine have been opened, the Kailing Vein and the Tianchi Vein have been opened, the legs are powerful and fast, and the movements of the hands are even more like phantoms, making it elusive to make people elusive.

I saw that Long Xiaojiu was constantly dodging Wu Jing's attacks, and Wu Jing was desperately blocking Long Xiaojiu's move, and it seemed that he couldn't hold each other.

But after several battles, Long Xiaojiu found that the old man's internal strength cultivation was far less profound than his own, which could be described as a world of difference, and he still relied on hard kung fu.

But his hard kung fu has reached the point of perfection, every time Long Xiaojiu touches him, even if he has internal force to protect his body, he also feels that his arm is numb.

Moreover, Wu Jing can be roughly equivalent to his own speed with his physical strength, and I have to say that this person can be regarded as a character.

An and Yue's tiger claws grabbed Long Xiaojiu with a strong wind, Long Xiaojiu raised his foot to repel the tiger claws, and the crane's beak struck again, Long Xiaojiu made a beautiful volley and flipped sideways while clenching his fists with both hands to Wu Jing's left arm.

Wu Jing was in pain and hurriedly stepped aside.

Long Xiaojiu also felt as if the punch had hit a stone, shaking his bones with a tingling pain.

Long Xiaojiu looked coldly at the old man in front of him who was over seventy years old, and secretly said that this person's hard qigong is very good, and he can actually resist my internal strength.

Wu Jing also looked at Long Xiaojiu indifferently, and was also shocked in his heart, thinking that he was the head of the Northern Xingyi Sect, and he had only cultivated such a few internal forces after cultivating ancient martial arts for nearly seventy years, but the young man in front of him was only twenty years old at most, but the degree of his internal strength behind him was not proportional to his age.

But where the ancient martial arts, the upper level is to practice qi, and the lower level only practices hard qigong, that is, to enhance their ability to resist hits, the ancient martial arts sects of China have a long history, but they have been passed down to the lower level of physical arts, even if some sects have the method of internal force cultivation, but the internal force cultivation needs to be accumulated over the years, that is, the older you are, the deeper the internal force.

But no one would have thought that Long Xiaojiu's internal strength was actually benefited from the teaching of his master Jiuzhi Daoren, otherwise it would be impossible for Long Xiaojiu to compete with Wu Jing.

Long Xiaojiu and Wu Jing continued to confront each other, and neither of them made a move.

An Heyue summoned Wu Zidan, who was holding his buttocks and grinning in pain, to his side, and asked suspiciously: "Zidan, why didn't the two of them move all of a sudden?"

Wu Zidan replied: "Miss, you don't know that the master's skills are all about an aura, depending on who ......."

An Heyue glanced at him impatiently, and said unhappily: "You don't talk too much, I just want to know which of the two of them will win!"

"You don't know until you're done. Wu Zidan showed hesitation, he could see the situation in the field, after a fight, Long Xiaojiu's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and his breathing was unusually even, but the master Wu Jing was already red-faced, panting, and sweating on his forehead. An Heyue looked at Wu Zidan helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Okay! Okay! Just take care of people in the past!"

Wu Zidan saw it very accurately, Wu Jing was indeed defeated by Long Xiaojiu, and he just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief from the confrontation like this.

And Long Xiaojiu did this purely because he didn't know the bottom in his heart, after all, he didn't fight any decent masters.

After a while, Wu Jing finally got a trace of respite, and then rushed towards Long Xiaojiu again, Long Xiaojiu touched the tip of his nose and exerted his legs to the extreme, and jumped directly over Wu Jing's head, and at the same time, his legs were in the air and hit Wu Jing in the back again.

"Old guy, you're still too old!" Long Xiaojiu smiled secretly.

Wu Jing was injured in the back, and he only felt a powerful qi rushing in his body, completely messing up the original internal force in his body, and when he turned around, Long Xiaojiu kicked again, that kick was as fast as lightning, Wu Jing only saw a leg shadow, even if his arms were protecting his chest to block the blow.

However, behind Long Xiaojiu's internal force, he who opened the spirit vein was extremely powerful, and kicked Wu Jing back far away with one kick.

"Master, be careful!" Wu Zidan hurriedly supported Wu Jing.

Wu Jing is now really out of breath, his face is pale, and the internal injuries he suffered are not light.

And Long Xiaojiu, on the other hand, poss, was calm and relaxed.

An Heyue was also anxious this time, and went up and reprimanded: "Wu Zidan, didn't you say that your master is the head of the ancient martial arts sect, and the ancient martial arts are invincible in the world?

"Miss, I'm ......" Wu Zidan bowed his head and said nothing.

Wu Jing clutched his chest and coughed a few times, "This person's ancient martial arts cultivation is good for the old man, and it is rare for the old man to be safe, Miss, I am afraid that there are still masters to make a move in this matter." ”

An Heyue, who was angry, ignored this, and waved his hand to ask the other bodyguards to stop Long Xiaojiu from saving people, in fact, this was just her anger for a while, she knew that these people could not be Long Xiaojiu's opponents at all.

Sure enough, as soon as your group of bodyguards rushed over, they were knocked down by Long Xiaojiu, and a few people were trembling, and the rest were trembling and didn't dare to step forward.

"Rubbish!" An and Yuexiu frowned, watching Long Xiaojiu save Ye Xiaohong.

"Sister Hong!" Long Xiaojiu looked at Ye Xiaohong worriedly.