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He accepted the teachings of Wang Daoming Zhenren when he was a child, and if he wanted to cultivate martial arts, he must first cultivate his heart, so he knew very well that the strength of his heart was the real strength.

But he met Wei Qian, a man beyond his imagination, who in this world can be stabbed in the heart and still not die, and can still hurt people with heavy punches?

For a long time, what made Zong Yun lose confidence, or become confused, was actually this problem in essence.

He was a disciple of the Dao, he was a devout believer, he believed that there were gods and ghosts in this world, and like everyone else in this era, he firmly believed in these things.

Therefore, Wei Qian's performance has elevated him to a category beyond human beings, so Zong Yun will be frustrated.

He could join forces with Yang Jing to fight one, and he would definitely be able to defeat Wei Qian early, but he chose to stand by and watch.

It's not because he wants to be graceful, he can join forces with Yang Jing to kill anyone when necessary.

He was really entangled in the disagreements and disputes in his heart, could there really be an immortal person in this world, and Wei Qian had really cultivated an immortal body?

He saw Yang Jing's ferocity, and saw that Wei Qian was so strong, in fact, he was not less injured than Yang Jing, but he still fought with Yang Jing with an expressionless face, as if these injuries had no effect on him at all!

He clearly saw that Wei Qian's arm had been twisted, obviously breaking Yang Jing's punch, but Wei Qian still continued to fight!

He thought that even if he killed Wei Qian, he would not be able to solve the tangle in his heart.

But when he saw that Wei Qian was about to kill Yang Jing with one punch, it was as if there was a thunderbolt that hit his soul in an instant!

Regardless of whether Wei Qian is a human, a god, a ghost, or something else, or whether he is immortal or not, Zong Yun can be sure that Yang Jing is definitely a human being, a living person, and his partner who is like a brother!

Why didn't Yang Jing fear Wei Qian, and why didn't he have any confusion or struggle about the mystery of Wei Qian's immortality?

Zong Yun didn't know, although he wanted to know, he really didn't know.

But in any case, Yang Jing is a living person, but he can still fight to the death with Wei Qian, except for being stabbed in the heart but not dying, Yang Jing has done almost everything that Wei Qian can do!

He knew Yang Jing's intention to come forward, he knew that Yang Jing was saving his fading self-confidence and Dao heart, and he knew that Yang Jing was fighting with his life in order to pull back his declining realm.

But he still couldn't solve the contradictions and struggles in his heart, until Yang Jing was about to be killed, he finally let go of everything, rushed over like lightning in the dark night, and grabbed Wei Qian's fist!

The moment Wei Qian's fist was grabbed by Zong Yun, he knew that he had lost, but not to Zong Yun, but to Yang Jing.

He relaxed, like a puppet with a broken thread, lying weakly in the mud, and Yang Jing finally let go of his arms, Wei Qian finally took a deep breath, and then forcibly suppressed the urge to cough.

Yang Jing was very embarrassed, how many injuries there were on his body, he didn't have the heart to care, this death match was very shocking to Zong Yun, and it also benefited him Yang Jing a lot.

Zong Yun picked up his rune sword and pointed it at Wei Qian with the tip of the sword, and the battle around him also came to an end, with Wu Kedi, Chen Zhu and the others ending in a complete victory.

But Zong Yun knew that among the brothers present, everyone had won, but he had lost to Wei Qian, whose martial arts were far inferior to his own, which was really unreasonable.

Yang Jing wanted to stand up, but his body was too tired, so he had to sit in the mud and look at Wei Qian, who didn't have any temper, Yang Jing kicked him lightly and teased.

"Should I call you Lord Zhizhou, or the Holy Sect Master?

Wei Qian heard Yang Jing say this, but he smiled and said: "Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, besides, this post house is lost, but Guizhou City is the one who wins, which is more important, and it is clear at a glance." ”

Yang Jing also smiled bitterly: "You White Bull Sect people are as thick-skinned as you? I know who taught Fanhua and Han Luoyin and the like." ”

Wei Qian didn't think it was angry, and said with a hint of pride: "The blue is out of the blue..."

Yang Jing stood up with difficulty, walked to Ji Jin, who was tied up and thrown on the ground by the five flowers, wiped the mud off her face with his hands, pinched her face, and said to Wei Qian: "This is clearly black, what kind of blue, blue..."

Wei Qian also sat up and said hurriedly to Yang Jing: "You lustful little dog officer, move my daughter again, do you know the consequences!"

Yang Jing looked at Ji Jin's angry eyes, his gaze deliberately moved down to her flat chest like a man, and then sneered, as if he couldn't look at it at all, what he liked was always the plump figure of Lu Baiyu Feng Ruochen, and then turned his head to Wei Qiandao.

"The consequences? I'll touch it a few more times, and the consequences will call you father-in-law Lao Taishan on the spot, what else can there be..."

Yang Jing glanced at him with disdain, rubbed his nose, and then walked over to Wei Qian's side.

Zong Yun on the side felt a little incredible, who would have thought that the two people who were fighting for life and death would still be in the mood to joke with each other like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years?

In fact, Yang Jing didn't deliberately want to joke with Wei Qian, but just followed his words and engaged in verbal and psychological confrontation with him.

Wei Qian was really testing Yang Jing, and Yang Jing didn't know it, but their way was too weird in the eyes of others.

Wei Qian heard Yang Jing's sarcasm, his face was also gloomy, his eagle-like eyes suddenly shot out a cold murderous aura, and he said in a deep voice to Yang Jing: "If I had a son-in-law like you, I would have hacked you to death and fed the dogs!"

Yang Jing snorted noncommittally, and approached Wei Qian, the two of them almost touched the tip of their noses, and then Yang Jing said almost word by word.

"If you didn't do it, I'll help you!"

As soon as Yang Jing's words fell, Wei Qian frowned, but Yang Jing retreated, and Zong Yun saw that Wei Qian's right chest was actually stuck with a bright and cold scalpel!

He knew that Yang Jing had always carried a large scalpel on his body, which was the only thing that could save his life at a critical moment before Yang Jing had no musket cane and no musket cane.

He knew that the reason why Yang Jing took the initiative to provoke a death fight with Wei Qian was to regain his Zongyun realm, and when he found out that Yang Jing's scalpel had pierced Wei Qian's left chest, he was even a little excited, because he also wanted to see if Wei Qian was really immortal!

Wei Qian frowned and said to Yang Jing: "Boy, you're so boring like this..."

Yang Jing observed him for a long time, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to enjoy this feeling, and then pulled out the scalpel, picked and chose Wei Qian's body, chose a piece of clean clothes, wiped the scalpel, and then said to Wei Qian: "You are boring like this!"

Zong Yun saw that Wei Qian was still not dead, and his rune sword began to tremble!

Yang Jing raised his head and saw that Zong Yun was as pale and ugly as if he had seen a ghost, Yang Jing finally opened his mouth and sighed softly: "Hey, you don't have to be like this..."

If Song Fengya or Sun Erniang were here, they might not have Zong Yun's worries and doubts at this time, but unfortunately it was Zong Yun.

Because Zong Yun, like everyone else, was limited by the medical standards of this era, as well as the constraints of moral concepts, and even the influence of established concepts and the deep-rooted feudal superstitions.

Yang Jing saw Zong Yun like this, so he explained to him: "Don't be suspicious anymore, this old man is now an ant in my hand, I want him to die, he has to die, do you believe it or not?"

When Zong Yun heard this, he couldn't help but look at Yang Jing, and Yang Jing moved the polished scalpel to the other side, the tip of the knife was facing Wei Qian's right chest, and said to Zong Yun: "As long as he stabs here, he will not have enough ten lives!"

Wei Qian's face changed greatly, and his eyes were full of murderous energy!

Zong Yun's body trembled, as if the fog in his heart had been dispelled in an instant, and the sun shone directly on his soul!

"You mean... You mean... How is this possible!"

Yang Jing nodded and said: "This situation is indeed rare, but it is not impossible, in fact, I was only speculating earlier, but after fighting with him, I was sure." ”

"Our Holy Sect Master, his heart is born on the right side, not only that, his left lung is congenitally atrophied, that is to say, his left chest cavity is just an empty shell, as for the sword stabbing wound, it is just a skin wound, he has long been used to the pain, naturally it is impossible to be fatal, am I right, Holy Sect Master?"

Wei Qian's face was extremely ugly, he lowered his head deeply, and no longer talked to Yang Jing.

Yang Jing continued: "You must know that the outer door kung fu is easy to get started, and the street pounders all know the three-legged cat kung fu with three fists and two feet, but the internal skills need to be inherited by the mountain gate, and they must have a certain background in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes to be able to build a small foundation for cultivation, and I know that in the Great Song Dynasty, sumo wrestling is actually a very popular martial arts, so it is not difficult to get access, but physical skills must need the guidance of famous teachers, and there must be a deep family background or background to be inherited!"

"In other words, our Holy Sect Master is either the second generation of officials or the second generation of rich, in short, the head of the family is quite powerful, and regardless of the underworld or white, he must be able to eat well, but with such a good background, why does he have to pick the most difficult and difficult physical skills?"

"Because he lacks one side of his lungs, his breath is insufficient, and he can't cultivate his internal skills, and his external kung fu is too low-level... is not worthy of his life experience..."Zong Yun suddenly realized!

"Exactly! So the atrophy of his lung lobes was at a very young age, if not innate, and I just choked his neck, which was confirmed by his breathing and heartbeat, his left ribcage is an empty shell at all, he is not immortal, he is just a shit luck!"

After Yang Jing said this, Zong Yun closed his eyes slightly, exercising his internal strength, and finally heard Wei Qian's heartbeat at this time, which really came from his right chest!

"I see... I see!" Zong Yun's doubts disappeared all at once, the demons in his heart dissipated, and there was no more mustard!

In fact, if it weren't for Wei Qian's preemptive voice, pressing Zong Yun step by step, inducing Zong Yun to stab him in the chest, and letting Zong Yun find out that he was an immortal body, Zong Yun would not have panicked, resulting in the inability to discover his difference in time.

Wei Qian finally gave up, and snorted at Chao Leng, as if he acquiesced to all this, but he quickly raised his head and said to Yang Jing: "Say, how can I let me go." ”

Wei Qian once again said Yang Jing's thoughts, Yang Jing is not a murderer, Wei Qian, as the Holy Sect Master, the value of living is far greater than death, Yang Jing will never kill him, and Wei Qian wants Yang Jing to let him go, so he naturally has to pay the price of exchange.

"Is it possible to break off the righteousness with the White Bull Sect?" Yang Jing asked tentatively.

"The White Bull Sect is the foundation that my ancestors have been running since my ancestors, do you think I will give up?" Wei Qian sneered, as if Yang Jing was a fool.

Yang Jing's scalpel moved up and down Wei Qian's right chest, tightened the handle of the knife, stared at Wei Qian, and said, "That's not to talk about, it's a pity..."