Li Chengkong stopped the iron rake.

The two of them were raking the ground with a rake, sifting out the grass roots in the planed mud.

"Lao Wang, you want to pass on my swordsmanship?"

"Not bad!"

"How did you change your mind?"

"That guy has been making a lot of noise lately, what if you really run into him!"

"Thank you, Lao Wang!"

"Alas......" Lao Wang looked regretful.

Li Chengkong smiled: "Reluctant?

"You, you really shouldn't practice martial arts!" Lao Wang sighed: "Practicing martial arts is asking for trouble, asking for trouble!"

Li Chengkong smiled and didn't argue with him.

Lao Wang has a point, but things are often unsatisfactory, just like now, do you have any other choice?

I am already a person who has died once, but I don't want to live as plain and ordinary as in my previous life.

If you don't practice martial arts in a world where martial arts are prosperous, you can hate it better than being castrated as a eunuch.

What's more, he has never given up the idea of recovering his body, and he may not be able to return to his heavenly roots through cultivation and become a man again.

Lao Wang took out a wooden stick from his sleeve, the thickness of his index finger: "Look, I only teach you this trick, this is a Qiankun style, and it is never allowed to be passed on!"

He stabbed lightly, silently.

Li Chengkong only felt that his eyes were sparkling, and the stick was already in another place.

The impact of this stab on him was far greater than the sense of speed when he was in a plane, and he even had the illusion that the instant speed of this stab was better than that of an airplane.

Lao Wang carefully decomposes every movement, from the toes and soles of the feet to the calves, thighs, waist and abdomen, to the shoulders, elbows, wrists, fingers, and the coordination of internal forces.

This seemingly ordinary thorn in the pang contains dozens of essentials, and it is unimaginably cumbersome.

Ordinary people practice this style, and it is easiest to take care of one end and lose the other, and they can't take care of one end but not the other.

Lao Wang saw Li Chengkong's talent and subtle control of the body, so he passed this style to him.

"Let's practice, don't work today!" Lao Wang threw the wooden stick to him.

Li Chengkong took it and smiled: "Ha, Lao Wang, you are really cunning enough." ”

This wooden stick is actually an iron rod, and it is heavy in your hand, and you will feel inexplicably relieved when you hold it.

"Don't be verbose, hurry up and practice!" Lao Wang snorted: "If you really run into that demon cub, rely on it to save your life!"

Li Chengkong's face was solemn, he stopped laughing, and began to practice this Qiankun style.

Lao Wang found that he didn't need to correct it, and Li Chengkong was making progress over and over again, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

He shook his head and sighed, his face regretful.

When he returned to the house in the evening, Li Chengkong said hello to them and continued to practice the Qiankun style.

Song Minghua and the three of them were chatting together.

They were all taken aback to see him stabbing so fast, but they looked at each other and continued to chat, pretending not to see.

"If we can slaughter that guy and get the yard, it will be beautiful!" Sun Guiwu said with a smile.

There are dozens of people in their courtyard, and the noise is too much, and they have to queue up for bathing and going to the thatched house in the morning.

It is not conducive to rest, nor is it conducive to cultivation, and it is uncomfortable to live all over.

Having their own yard is quiet and enjoyable, which is the dream of all eunuchs who grow vegetables.

"I haven't slept yet, I'm dreaming!" Hu Yunshi said coldly: "Why don't you want to think about it, if you really want to run into it, can you survive!"

"With our combined attack technique, the odds are great!"

"How could it be so coincidental? He came to us?"

"Hey, hey. Sun Guiwu smiled mysteriously.

Song Minghua said: "This courtyard is not so easy to take, and the four dead are not inferior to us." ”

"Stop talking nonsense, let's practice!" Hu Yunshi said coldly, closed his eyes and began to meditate and practice qi.

Song Minghua and Sun Guiwu went to bed to meditate and practice.

Li Chengkong also took the iron rod and went to bed to practice qi.

In the blink of an eye, only a trace of energy was consumed, and he continued to practice the Qiankun style lightly.

After stabbing hundreds of times, when the spirit is almost recovered, close your eyes and practice qi, practice qi for a while, and then practice Qiankun style.

The cycle repeated, and it was not until late at night that I went to bed and fell asleep with an iron rod.

Before going to sleep, he glanced at Sun Guiwu, who had already fallen asleep, but he frowned.

He vaguely felt that something would happen to Sun Guiwu.

He got along with the three of them for less than a month, and roughly figured out the temperament of the three.

This Sun Guiwu is hearty and magnificent, impulsive, and bold, such a person can do anything.

Because he practiced too much, he fell asleep as soon as he got up.

When he was sleeping, he suddenly woke up for some reason.

Faintly felt that something was wrong, so he didn't hurry to move, his eyes opened a slit, and what he saw couldn't help but surprise him.

Song Minghua and the three of them were fighting with a man in black.

It was the first time he had seen a warrior fighting with his own eyes, and it was the first time he knew that a person's movements could be so fast and so ruthless, and he had an eerie feeling.

The black-clothed man was thin and covered with a face, only a pair of eyes burst with cold lightning.

The moon was very strong tonight, and the moonlight shone on his couch and reflected the room.

He could see the movements of the man in black clearly, as fast as a ghost, his hands were stretched into eagle claws, his nails were faintly shining with cold light, and his movements made him feel cold all over his body, and his heart was cold.

The movements of the four of them were all extremely fast, and the rabbits rose and fell, making Li Chengkong's eyes dazzled.

But the strange thing is that they have their palms intersecting, their clothes hunting, and they don't make a sound in such a fierce movement.

He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears, but he could hear his own heartbeat, and if his ears were fine, they had a problem.

Is it dreaming on your own?

He cowered motionless on the bed, breathing slowly and evenly, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he clutched the iron rod.

Unexpectedly, among the three, Song Minghua, who looked the weakest, had the strongest martial arts, his movements were elegant and chic, fast and accurate, and he could always block it in time when the man in black was about to hit Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi.

If it weren't for him, Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi would have been hit in the center or injured in the back and fell to the ground.

Li Chengkong turned his thinking speed back, and they all turned into slow motion, and every move and style was clearly visible.

He memorized the moves and deduced them.

Song Minghua and the three of them had a tacit understanding, Song Minghua was the main defender, blocking the attack of the man in black, and Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi were the main attackers.

The three of them looked at the downwind, but they were not injured, and the patient grappling made the man in black move faster and faster.

Li Chengkong could see that although the man in black's moves were fast, they were a little scattered.

Could it be that this man in black is the so-called "ghost"? That demon master, the murderer who killed several people?

How could he have entered this room by such coincidence?

He had a flash of inspiration and thought of Sun Guiwu's mysterious smile.

Obviously related to Sun Guiwu!

Suddenly, Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi pressed Song Minghua's back.

Song Minghua's clothes clinged to his body.

Song Minghua's slap suddenly became faster, passed the man in black to intercept it, and hit the man in black in the chest.

The man in black shuddered and froze as if he had been immobilized.

Song Minghua pressed his right palm on his heart and looked at him coldly.

Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's it!" Sun Guiwu said with a smile.

Hu Yunshi glared at him fiercely: "Nonsense!"

Song Minghua still pressed the chest of the man in black motionlessly, did not relax, and did not let go until the man in black died.

"Old Song, he's dead, right?" Sun Guiwu stepped forward to pull the man in black to cover the scarf, and Hu Yunshi also reached out to probe his nose.

The two of them were about to touch the black scarf with their fingers, but suddenly withdrew their hands and hurriedly stepped back.

The man in black's eyes suddenly opened, bursting with blood-red light.

"Snort!" The claws slashed across Song Minghua and Sun Guiwu's chests respectively, and their bodies shot towards Hu Yunshi as if they were loaded with springs.

Hu Yunshi couldn't react, and the shining red nails were close at hand, and he was about to grab them into his eye sockets.

"Uh......" The man in black suddenly stopped, and his fingernails stopped in front of Hu Yunshi's left eyelid, a fraction of a second.