When everyone looked at it, it turned out to be a plank.

Half a foot square, light yellow throughout.

It's too late, it's too soon!

Long Qingyun had a little plank on his right foot, found the point of focus, rubbed the ground and moved away, and landed firmly on the ground five feet away.

just escaped Park Hee-bai's "bloody handprint".

Just listen to the sound of "poof".

The planks were shattered by the wind in the palm of the hand, rolling up dust, and the miserable mist rushed up, and the air was filled with a bloody breath.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Although the "bloody handprints" did not hit people, they were already thrilling, tearing the gall and destroying the liver.

This is really a vicious kung fu!

Long Qingyun twisted his sword upward, and stabbed out the "Heaven Breaking Sword" with great swiftness, and his momentum was heavy.

Park Xibai's right robe shook, and he suddenly folded the fan in his hand, and greeted him in a chic and smooth manner.

This plan failed, Park Xibai was disappointed, and now he can only work steadily and steadily, not in a hurry.

When the two of them meet their opponents, they will meet good talents, open and close, fan back and forth, and fight to more than 30 rounds.

Pu Xibai is worthy of being the apprentice of Jiang Tianci, one of the "Four Uniques" in the world, and Long Qingyun, the champion of the sword debate in Nanyong West Lake, actually did not get a bargain in front of him.

If it hadn't been for it just now, a wooden plank happened to fly in the air, maybe Long Qingyun had been injured by the "bloody handprint".

At this time, the port of Mingzhou wharf.

From a wide passenger ship, two graceful figures walked down.

One of them is a half-hundred woman with a faint charm, and the other is a delicate and lovely girl.

Judging from the silhouette and demeanor, this old woman should have been a stunner when she was young, and even at this age, she still has charm.

The two talked and laughed freely.

It didn't seem to care about the crowd fighting on the dock, and it seemed to see, as if it didn't.

Wu walked leisurely and walked in the direction of Long Qingyun and Park Xibai's martial arts competition.

The corners of the old woman's mouth moved, and she said leisurely:

"Zhixuan, can you see the martial arts of these two people?"

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and I saw her pursing her lips and smiling:

"Mother-in-law, this folding fan youth seems to be the martial arts of the Xuantian Sect, and this blue-robed young man uses a sky-breaking sword. ”

Speaking of the blue-robed young man, there was actually a touch of blush on his bright and beautiful face.

The mother-in-law bowed slightly and continued: "In your opinion, which one has a better chance of winning?"

The girl's eyes widened, and she said: "It stands to reason that the most powerful martial arts of this Xuantian Sect is the bloody handprint, and somehow, this man in white doesn't use palm power, but uses a folding fan." ”

The girl cherry moved in her small mouth and continued:

"Whether this man in white has not practiced his bloody handprints at home, or is he afraid of revealing his identity, I don't know, anyway, the kung fu of this folding fan is not very good. ”

When the girl said "bloody handprints", she deliberately raised her voice, as if she was afraid that others would not hear it.

The girl is very beautiful, like a cloud valley orchid.

It seems that her mother-in-law is instructing the girl in martial arts, but the girl clearly knows it, but she wants to blurt it out again.

The two of them just talked to themselves as if no one was around.

The girl's words were clear, and the people around her heard them clearly.

As if he had been right, Park Xibai was a little blocked by the folding fan, and was almost hit by Long Qingyun's Longquan sword.

Although the "bloody handprint" is very powerful, Park Xibai is inconvenient to use it easily, for fear of revealing his identity, after all, this is in the territory of Nanyong.

Using the "Blood Handprint" of the Xuantian Sect of the First Sect of Donghan is not the identity of a spy, and it is obvious that it is revealed.

Park Xibai was secretly frightened, the "Blood Handprint" had only been practiced to the fifth level, and he had not yet fully mastered this set of palm techniques, could it be that this girl had already seen the opportunity.

The mother-in-law raised her voice and said: "I see that this folding fan is fierce and powerful, it seems that it is not easy to crack, why do you say that he is not good, do you have a way to crack it?"

The girl smiled and said: "This way of martial arts, the moves are important, but in the on-the-spot response, find the opponent's weakness, attack one point, not the rest, this is the key to victory." ”

When the girl made this grand statement, everyone was shocked.

Although I couldn't understand what she was saying, I had a feeling of "I don't know, but I feel powerful".

Chu Cuishan faintly felt that what the girl said was reasonable, it must be that the shortcomings of Pu Xibai's martial arts were discovered by this girl, but after thinking about it for a long time, he was also puzzled.

Park Zhaonan was also secretly frightened, and he didn't find any flaws in Park Xibai's martial arts.

It's just that the wooden plank that flew out just now suddenly broke through the air, and after observing it for a long time, he didn't find the hiding place of the person who made the shot.

The strength of the power just now seems to be above his own. Could it be that the old woman and the maiden sent it?

It doesn't seem like it!

Zhuo Xiwen, who was standing not far away, picked up a wooden board just now and broke through the air, relieving Long Qingyun's danger in the air.

was about to appear, but suddenly the old woman and the girl took the lead, so they simply watched again.

At this time, when I heard what the girl said, I suddenly understood where the shortcomings of Pu Xibai's martial arts were.

At this moment, the crowd shouted.

It turned out that Long Qingyun jumped to the side and made a gesture to pause.

Long Qingyun handed the Longquan Sword to Lei Kuohu, and then arched his hand to Park Xibai and said:

"We've fought for more than 50 rounds, and I can't tell the difference between winning and losing, or how about we use a pair of meat palms instead of weapons?"

Long Qingyun had a dignified demeanor, and seemed to have a chance to win in politeness. Then he said: "Of course, if you want to use a folding fan, you can also use it, anyway, I will use a pair of meat palms." ”

Park Xibai's face was a little unbearable.

But Long Qingyun, since he said so, Park Xibai raised his eyebrows, pretending to be a cloud and lightly handed the folding fan to the black-clothed servant beside him.

The girl saw that her words had an effect, her eyes were as clear as the water of the lake, and a smile like spring appeared on her face.

Long Qingyun glanced at the girl, with a grateful look, the corners of the girl's mouth twitched, as if she was smiling but not smiling, there was a kind of graceful and agile freshness.

After being reminded by the girl, Long Qingyun suddenly remembered that Master Bai Yunqi had told him when he was leaving, there are not many people in the world whose palm power exceeds the "Songyang Nine Styles", and he should be careful when he encounters the "Blood Handprint" of the Xuantian Sect.

"Blood Mudra" is a very vicious kung fu, which is ruthless to the enemy, and also has a backlash against himself, and he is most afraid of encountering strong palm power.

Only by practicing the ninth level of the highest level can we avoid backlash. But it is said that the only one who can practice the "Blood Handprint" to the ninth level is Jiang Tianci, the leader of the Xuantian Sect.

If Long Qingyun practiced the "Songyang Nine Styles" diligently and reached the realm of more than seven mellows, as long as he did not meet Jiang Tianci himself, it should be said that he could face it calmly, at least he would not be easily poisoned.

After a month of repeated battles, Long Qingyun's "Songyang Nine Style" palm power has reached the realm of perfection.

There is a faint feeling of reaching the peak, a palm out, there is spare strength, light and heavy, rigid and soft, you can do it freely, as you like.

Zhan Aoshuang and Zhan Aoxue, both of them were surprised, with a melancholy face, and two pairs of clear eyes stared at Long Qingyun under the raised eyebrows.

The rising sun hangs in the sky.

The sunlight cracked into thousands of golden threads and sprinkled on Long Qingyun's face.

I saw that Long Qingyun was indifferent, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a calm smile appeared.

It seems that Cheng Zhu is in his chest, and Xiao Shuxuan, who has a handsome face, is getting more and more dusty.