Suddenly, there were two dull sounds, and the left and right bulkhead walls were knocked open at the same time. Sawdust flew like a white mist that had just risen and filled the cabin.

Two people, Shi Shiran, walked in from the cave, one looked young and had two moustaches, and the other was full of white hair, and he looked like an old scholar who had read poetry and books.

The mustache and the white-haired old man glanced at the situation on the field, and immediately set their eyes on Zhao Qing's body.

"Do you want to cure He Shangshu and this Jin Jiuling's sin? Have you asked our opinion? ”

The white-haired old man's fingers flicked, and the nails curled up in a circle on his ten fingers suddenly stretched straight, crystal white, shining, exuding an extremely sharp aura, like a knife blade.

This is a long-standing martial art in the martial arts, and in the past years, it was called the "finger knife" and Zhang Bian Yin's "Yiyang Finger" and Huashan's "Finger Magic Power".

"He Shangshu likes to interrogate others, but we like to gamble with others." The mustache slowly walked towards Zhao Qing, his hands trembling slightly, and secretly accumulating strength: "Do you bet?" If you lose your bet, you have to pay for it. ”

Jin Jiuling handed over the big iron vertebrae to his left hand, adjusted his breath, and just now he collided with the sword qi, which shocked him and made his mouth numb.

Judging from the words of the three people who just appeared, the mustachioed and white-haired old man should be a master of the same level as He Zhizhang, and Zhao Qing had the upper hand on himself with a volley, and the strength of his skill was unimaginable, although it was only one move, but it had already exceeded the pressure brought to him by Gong Jiu.

A master of this level, as long as he has shown his martial arts twice in the Central Plains, he can turn into a legend in the rivers and lakes. Coupled with the fact that Zhao Qing was using an unfamiliar neutral accent, Jin Jiuling was in a state of flux, thinking that most of his people were enemies recruited by the Invisible Man Organization.

However, your side should be a four-on-one situation, so you won't be defeated by one person.

……

In the cabin of the ship, Jin Jiuling, He Zhizhang, Mustache, and the white-haired old man adjusted their positions and surrounded Zhao Qing in the middle.

The clear moonlight shone down from the hole in the cabin roof and reflected on the scattered wood dust in the room, scattering a surging white light, turning into a fantastic scene like smoke and fog.

"The guy under the floor, you can't make a move?"

Zhao Qing didn't look at the four top masters and ten flag guards around him, but scratched the floor with the tip of his shoe.

With this stroke, a large circular hole was cut into the floor five or six inches thick, leading to the space below the cabin.

On the lower floor stood a very beautiful woman, holding a glittering sword.

She may be too tall, but her slender body is soft, and her whole body exudes an irresistible charm.

The contours of her face are obvious, and her cat-like eyes are shining like the blue light of the sea, which looks cold and intelligent, but with an indescribable laziness, as if she has been tired of life for a long time.

Zhao Qing looked at her for a while, and had already guessed the identity of the other party, it should be Gong Jiu's lover Shaman. She fell in love with Lu Xiaofeng in the nine days of the phoenix dance, and assisted in killing Gong Jiu, although her life was miserable, she dared to love and hate, and she was also a figure that Zhao Qing had a good impression of.

Shaman's cat-like eyes also looked at Zhao Qing, blinking slightly under the moonlight, hiding a lot of complicated emotions.

In her opinion, in fact, the Invisible Man Organization is not a good place, and she is mixed in, on the one hand, she is controlled by Gong Jiu, and on the other hand, she also wants to use the strength of others to deal with her brother who killed her at the beginning.

"I wonder what contradictions you have with us?" Shaman leapt out of the cave and reached the edge of the chamber, where he sheathed his sword, indicating that he had no intention of participating in the siege.

She opened her mouth and asked, "Maybe you've already discovered that the martial arts practiced by a few of them are all long-lost martial arts in the martial arts. ”

"The little old man said that in order to practice martial arts to the highest level, we must draw experience from a large number of superior exercises and gradually integrate them into one, so as to constantly approach the ideal goal of 'no difference'."

"Join us in the Invisible Man, the Drunken Seven Killers, the Bone-Turning Palm, the Wishful Orchid Hand, and the Finger Knife...... These martial arts should give you a lot of inspiration. ”

If Zhao Qing's martial arts were higher than Gong Jiu's, it would inevitably break the situation on the island and have a considerable impact on Shaman's situation. Therefore, she broke the usual image of a cold beauty and invited her.

And the martial arts of the Seven Killers in Drunkenness and the Bone Turning Palm, each of which has the legend of the mighty rivers and lakes in the past.

Take the Bone Transformation Palm as an example, the Bone Transformation Immortal broke into the Sea of Stars alone, entered the Chaotian Palace at night, killed the Great Lama of the Yellow Sect, and brutally defeated the "Great Mudra" of XZ Tantra and the "Heavenly Jedi Exterminator" of the Western Star Sea, which is undoubtedly the top palm martial arts in the world.

This kind of palm power is not only poisonous and terrible, but also very difficult to practice, after practice, a palm on the person, the beaten person is unconscious, but after two hours of palm power, the bones of the whole body will become strange soft as cotton, even the gods can not be saved.

For these top exercises, Zhao Qing certainly also has the idea of practicing and contemplating. The theory of the highest realm of the little old man's retelling by Shaman is indeed the martial arts theory that she recognizes, and it faintly leads to a more profound realm of martial arts.

The eyes of He Zhizhang, the mustache, and the white-haired old man were staring at Zhao Qing tightly, but their faces had already shown a somewhat relaxed look.

In their opinion, with such generous conditions, there should be no one in the world except for the little old man who will not agree.

However, Zhao Qing's words next far exceeded their expectations.

"Join you invisible? Why didn't you invisible people join me? Zhao Qing's voice remembered in every corner of the cabin: "If there is a chance, I would like to meet your leader, the little old man Wu Ming, for a while." ”

When everyone was still thinking about how the other party could learn about the situation related to Wu Ming, Zhao Qing had already made a quick move.

The two fingers of her right hand slashed forward in the air, but it seemed to stir up a strong wind in the air, and it flew towards the youngest and lightest mustache.

In an instant, the air flow that burst out was as strong as a violent whirlwind, and the dust and smoke filled the rest of the circle, and it was Shaman, who was located three or four zhang away, and also had the feeling of stinging the skin.

Faced with this sudden sword finger, the mustache was taken aback, but at the same time of surprise, his shot was not slow at all, and his right palm was lightly handed out, and the move was extremely soft, even a little slow.

However, the turbulent wind that rushed to half a foot in front of his palm was like encountering layers of cotton wool, and the force was absorbed and disintegrated. The power and effect of the bone-turning palm are all revealed at this time.

Seeing that the mustache took this move, Zhao Qing's face remained unchanged, his left hand suddenly appeared, and the sword wind split into two, and the other part turned to Jin Jiuling's face.

Jin Jiuling's body flickered, and he waved the big iron cone towards the middle of the sword wind and fought back lightly one after another, and a large iron cone weighing eighty-seven catties was unleashed in his hand, as if it was as light as a feather, and he made six or seven changes in an instant, without even making the slightest sound.

This is a very profound weightlifting like light kung fu, almost to the state of doing what you want, although rigid and soft, although soft and rigid, the strength in the iron cone swing constantly changing, unpredictable, difficult to end.

Zhao Qing was not in a hurry, his fingers were tapped, and the sword qi was divided again, enveloping the range of He Zhizhang and the white-haired old man. The four half-divided and half-combined volley sword qi connected the four enemy people into one.