Suppressing the shock in his heart, Xiao Yuanshan's murderous intent rose in his heart, this kid in front of him must not be able to live anymore!

"Eat me!"

Xiao Yuanshan's heart was ruthless, and he couldn't care about the hidden pain of several dark holes on his body, and his skills were transported to the extreme, and under the black face scarf, a bearded face began to redden, which was obviously caused by excessive luck and blood transport.

"Arrogant boy, I will let you die today without a place to bury!"

"Let's go see Hades!"

The black clothes were filled with internal force, and Xiao Yuanshan's whole body was fat, as if it was about to explode. The fierce light in his eyes flashed, he took a deep breath, endured the stinging pain, flipped his palms outward, and hit Jing Zhou.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

This applause was extremely powerful, and the overflowing palm wind made Yue Laosan on the side pale, his breathing was not smooth, and his breath was even weaker by three points, but he didn't care about the pain all over his body, and still grinned and scolded: "Grandma's, when have there been so many masters in this world, and now there is another man in black, and I am afraid that his kung fu is also above the boss!" ”

"It's over, damn it, I'm afraid the boss will have to be a man with his tail between his legs in the future!"

Wang Yuyan exclaimed in surprise, squeezed the car door tightly with her slender palms, and her heart suddenly pinched.

Although she knew that the Taoist Gongzi's martial arts were extraordinary, but the black-clothed man's palm, judging by its power, was afraid that it far surpassed Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong.

"Hehe, the girl doesn't have to worry, Gongzi's martial arts, except for the lord, I'm afraid no one can beat it."

However, the four goddesses of the bamboo sword are still as relaxed as before.

Jing Zhou's palm power was stacked three times in a row, not retreating, but facing this palm.

"Bang!"

The explosion sounded like a drum, and the two figures were separated at the touch of a button.

"Hey, this palm has some doorways, no wonder you dare to intercept Childe's carriage in broad daylight."

Feeling the true qi in his body, Jing Zhou's body shook slightly, and he was quite surprised by Xiao Yuanshan's palm.

"You... You.. ”

Seeing that the person in front of him was intact and hard to pick up his palm, Xiao Yuanshan's face under the masked towel changed several times in a row, biting the tip of his tongue, cheering up a little spirit, and the whole person rushed backwards.

After running for several miles, seeing that the young man was not chasing, Xiao Yuanshan stopped.

The foreign true qi in his body could no longer be suppressed, and Xiao Yuanshan spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, staining the entire face towel, and the blood fell to the ground along the corner of the face towel, "tick, tick".

Xiao Yuanshan's body trembled, his right hand clicked a few times on his chest, and he quickly took out a medicine bottle from his arms, trembled and poured out a few pills, swallowed them, and then felt that his breathing was slightly smoother.

Xiao Yuanshan tore off the face towel and threw it in one place, only to see that his face was as pale as snow, and his eyebrows were solemn.

"This kid, isn't he an old monster who can't hide in the world?"

He whispered, and now that he thinks about it, he only feels that he was walking on the tip of a knife just now, which is really dangerous.

If he fled half a minute slower, and asked the young man to give another palm, he would never be able to catch it, and he was afraid that his soul would have returned to the ground at this time.

Xiao Yuanshan's palm is a slap or two scattered palms, and the palm is a lifelong effort.

This palm was never used by him when he fought with Murong Bo in the Scripture Pavilion before.

Although there is only one move in this slap and two scattered palms, in terms of power alone, it is even more above the palm of Prajna, and it can kill people without the second move.

It's just that although this palm technique is powerful, he doesn't dare to use it easily, otherwise the few acupoints on his body will be strange again.

Today, he tried all his means, but he couldn't hurt the young man by half a point, but he was not lightly injured.

After the breath was a little smoother, Xiao Yuanshan didn't dare to linger longer, glanced at the direction where the carriage was, and fled angrily.

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan fleeing, Jing Zhou was too lazy to chase after him, his body shook, and he fell lightly on the carriage like a feather, with one hand behind his head, and returned to his previous lazy appearance.

Before, his palm was the mastery of the six yang palms of the Tianshan Mountains, called the Yangguan Three Stacks, and several Yin and Yang palms were stacked in a row, but it was not so easy to catch.

"Yue Laosan, are you dead?"

"I'm not dead in the car, take advantage of the dawn and walk more."

The sound of the South China Sea Divine Crocodile floating was like thunder, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and a pair of bean eyes kept rolling in his sockets.

Picking up the crocodile scissors with one hand, the South China Sea Crocodile jumped into the carriage, regained his previous spirit, and scolded: "Damn, a bullshit master, he was beaten away with three palms, and his mouth was very loud." ”

"Just like that bastard of the fourth!"

Wang Yuyan looked through the car window and just saw Jing Zhou's clothes belt covering the corner of the car window, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

A smell of wine wafted down from the carriage, and Wang Yuyan smiled, as if a hundred flowers were blooming.

She couldn't help but quip, "You just came down, and then you went back to lying down." ”

"I really don't know how you practiced this skill, could it be that people can continue to grow their internal strength by lying down and drinking?"

"Miss Wang is really right, even if the son is lying down, his internal strength is growing all the time."

At the mention of this, Zhumei Lanju had a happy look on his face.

"This... How is this possible? People in the world have to meditate and practice their internal strength, so how can anyone increase their internal strength all the time? ”

Even Wang Yuyan is well-read, but she is very puzzled at this time.

Lan Jian explained: "There is a thousand-year-old cold jade in the Vulture Palace, which was dug down by the master from the Tianshan Mountain, and people only need to sit on it to practice, and over time, they can make the internal force run all the time. ”

"Since seven years ago, Childe has been able to grow his internal strength while lying down~"

After Jing Zhou came to this world and became a disciple of Grandma Tong, he remembered the cold ice jade bed of the Tomb Sect.

The Vulture Palace is already on the Tianshan Mountain, but there is no need for him to run more,

If you don't dig up a piece of cold jade, wouldn't you be sorry for this "resurrection point, novice village"?

There is a saying: "If the heavens give it, it must be taken!" ”

This cold jade is a good baby, sleeping on it to practice, it can be said that it is a year to ten years, and it can dissipate the fire in the heart and purify the heart.

When the South China Sea Divine Crocodile heard the words of the women, his eyes lit up, but he was thinking in his heart, how to get a piece of thousand-year-old cold jade.

Grandma's, recently the masters have come out one after another, and they are all going all over the ground, and the second-rate is not as good as a dog!

made him, a master of "the world's first-class", also reduced to the point of driving horses.

If he didn't polish his kung fu again, would he still have the face to call himself a first-class villain?

"Drive!"

The South China Sea Crocodile shouted viciously, although he was holding the reins of the horse in his hand and doing the coachman's work, his eyes were gurgling and spinning.

Jing Zhou took a sip of wine, took out the silk scroll that recorded the Northern Spiritual Skill from his arms, and admired it to himself.

A sip of wine, a glance at the painting, so not chic.

In other words, he hasn't tasted Li Qiushui's masterpieces for a long time recently.

If you hadn't arrived at Thunder Drum Mountain soon, you would have forgotten about this portrait.

Such treasures, naturally, have to be well thought out...