When Chang An judged the situation and walked out of the hotel and came to the street, the scene of the well water not violating the river's friendly relationship not only made him feel a lot easier, but also made him quite disappointed.

There is another opportunity to show his skills in front of Lei Gongzi, and it is not without regrets for the sons of military families who dominate a state.

It's not that he Chang An likes to come out everywhere and kneel and lick without brains, on the contrary, the things that are really in the limelight, as long as Lei Zhenyu is present, he Chang An will naturally be restrained and appear powerless. Of course, that kind of scene is by no means facing a group of illiterate people who are raised by poor mountains and bad waters.

The incense love between the sons of the family is extremely subtle, and the means of dotting are also a profound knowledge that is not inferior to any magic.

The more than 100 sturdy indigenous villagers, in their indifferent expressions, there was a vague kind of indescribable stability like Ding, and peace like a mountain.

And in the inn, the silence after the idlers have gone out is like the silence of the heavens and the earth when the rainstorm is coming, and the wind does not move.

The young man with a sleek face, leaning on the tall counter, holding a slender bamboo stick in his mouth at some point, was bored looking at the two people facing each other in the hall, and sighed with a sigh on his side: "In the bitter cold land, a family business that I have saved with great difficulty, why is it so uneducated and ignorant of etiquette." It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a long night, and it's probably quite interesting to have such a big bonfire. A businessman who should be angry and make money, doing business, can actually make a life and death spirit of a ranger. This Guangxin Prefecture is getting more and more interesting. ”

A guy with a flattering face, chattering heart-wrenching words, the tall shopkeeper seemed to be deaf and indifferent, staring at the black-faced young man opposite. Neither of them took the lead in making a move, and in a matter of moments, the expression of the black-faced young man was always cold and focused, his breathing was long and steady, and the eyes of the tall shopkeeper, in his resoluteness, occasionally swept a trace of grief and indignation.

The tall man who called himself Helian Wuji suddenly stepped forward and swept forward, like a thunderbolt, and his hands were in front of him, one behind the other, both with horizontal palms in front of him, as if he was about to step forward to take over the grab, and like a momentum before slashing people with a knife. Although the move was unremarkable, with Helian Wuji's forward sweeping style, in just a few feet, a thunderbolt burst out to shake the heavens and the earth.

Not only that, but the qi that bursts out from the man's body is different from the ordinary martial artist's own true qi, and the mountain monk pulling the heaven and earth aura.

The agitation of ordinary martial artists' own true qi, which involves the rhythm of the surrounding qi, is generally in a state of "from the inside out"; When the ripples of this qi are strong enough, they are the most frightening.

The so-called martial arts momentum lies in this.

And the qi rhythm caused by the qi practitioner involving the aura of heaven and earth is very different, whether it is shocking or not, whether there is a trace or not, it is all in the mind of the person who does it. A monk with a very high cultivation realm and a skilled method can almost kill the enemy a hundred steps away without saying or laughing.

But the tall shopkeeper in front of him, when he swept away, the qi machine that fell within a radius of several zhang of its sweeping trajectory was constantly collapsing and collapsing.

What kind of crooked magic is this?

Zhang Bian's figure remained unmoved, and the expression on his black face became more and more solemn. He didn't even look at the other party's swift slashing of a pair of horizontal palms, but his eyes were cold, and he always stared at the other party's eyes.

I felt that the qi around me suddenly accelerated and collapsed, like a towering hillside, under the crazy washing of the monstrous flood, the foundation was constantly eroded, and finally collapsed. This kind of collapse, although it is silent, but in Zhang Bian's state of mind and perception, the momentum is not lost.

It's just a matter of time

In an instant, I didn't see how he was accumulating, Zhang Bian had already stepped diagonally, avoiding the opponent's edge and not retreating, but advancing, and his hands swept like a long whip, hitting Helian Wuji's neck and lower abdomen respectively.

Completely different from Helian Wuji's obscure gestures, the black-faced youth's moves were extremely simple, purely attacking instead of defending, completely ignoring the opponent's gestures implied no less than ten kinds of tricks.

I don't believe in moves, I only believe in courage. This is the martial arts of the tall and thin young man Zhang Bian, ignoring the other party, no matter whether he looks at his figure or his momentum, he seems to be far superior to himself.

Sure enough, Helian Wuji's horizontal and oblique palms were not a pure offensive move at all.

When he was slanting in Zhang Bian's footsteps, he had already changed his moves, but he sank his waist and made a slight profit, wrapped his hands around, and naturally caught the whip that the other party swept over. The four hands were together, and they were sticky.

I didn't see how hard Helian Wuji was, let alone the slightest grasp and grab, Zhang Yan couldn't pull out of his hands.

Where the four hands touched, Zhang Bian only felt as if he was caught in a huge whirlpool in the waves of the Hanhai Sea. It's just that what is caught in the whirlpool is not his own body and body, but his own true qi and vitality.

As soon as he suddenly came into contact with this extremely evil technique, the black-faced young man was instantly dizzy, but he was far from being able to extricate himself from the whirlwind of the world. In such a trance, Zhang Bian immediately restored the clarity of the spiritual platform, and no longer made a gesture to withdraw his arms controlled by the other party, and between his breaths, he directly condensed a majestic true qi and sent it forward.

Once the surging majestic true qi entered the whirlpool of the opponent's qi, it was like a dragon that had been churning for nine days, tumbling a few times, not only shattering the surging "whirlpool" in an instant, but also the endless sea of formless qi was stagnant and turned into a pool of stagnant water.

Helian Wuji only felt that the other party's incomparable true qi was first flooded through the narrow tunnel, and the soil and rocks collapsed everywhere, almost breaking the meridians;

With Helian Wuji's strange supernatural powers, the Heaven and Earth Qi Machine that continued to collapse exploded in an instant, setting off powerful Qi ripples in the surrounding space.

A few feet away, the thick wooden staircase swayed a few times.

Zhong Li, who was two feet away, suddenly flew out with the bamboo stick in his mouth, and the unsmooth edge cut the corners of his mouth with blood marks slightly.

The young man in brocade, who was always smiling and welcoming, involuntarily moved quickly, and when he stopped, he was almost against the side door at the end of the counter, away from the place where the two were fighting.

The atmosphere in the entire hall, after a violent shock, suddenly returned to a very terrible silence, like a pool of stagnant water, and those who were in it would feel suffocated for an instant.

And Helian Wuji's angular face suddenly became extremely red and swollen, drowning out the outline of all bones.

Zhang Tun, who was entangled with his hands, was sweating profusely, and his hands and neck were bruised. It's just that those sharp eyes like knives only become more aggressive.

The black-faced youth's majestic true qi continued to flow in, and it continued to collide with the other party's meridian qi mansion. The other party's meridians are continuous, and the sea of qi does not collapse, so he has no intention of stopping.

And after Nahelian Wuji first used the evil magic power to absorb the enemy's true qi, he has been in a very passive situation. The other party's true qi is too profound and majestic. This is intended to be a surprise victory, as long as the other party's true qi leaks out, once he panics, and subconsciously tries to rein in his qi, then his Helian Wuji's kung fu is like a bird throwing into the forest, and a tiger returning to the mountain, which is very useful. The other party is all

The operation of the body's qi is controlled by him.

Not only that, in the general battle of life and death, once one party is controlled by others, and it is like a cow in a sea of mud and unable to extricate itself, even if you want to break the jar and break it, you will not be able to give you half a hard land. In such a dangerous situation, as long as you are still a normal person, you will inevitably lose an inch, then Helian Wuji's magical power can completely gain an inch, not only plundering your true qi, but also smashing a person's three souls and seven spirits into a pulp.

Unfortunately, the black-faced boy he met seemed to have no gains or losses in his heart at all, and even, there was no life and death.

Zhang Bian's style of play is very stupid, and even if you want to hit me, then I will ...... directly. I'll send it to you to fight.

It's just that the speed and strength he sent up were more ferocious than the fists of others. Even if I send me to death, I will die a hideous death in front of you.

As a result, he accidentally bumped into the only flaw in the evil art of the tall shopkeeper.

Helian Wuji only felt that his portal was not a tall Qi Sea Dantian, it was like a balloon that was constantly being blown up at this time. He didn't know when this balloon would burst, and whether the black-faced young man's true qi would be enough to hold it up. What he knew now was that once the Qifu Pulse Gate was opened, it could no longer be closed.

If it is closed rashly, it will cause the surging river flood to burst through the narrow tunnels in an instant.

Whether the meridians of the whole body are broken and become a waste, life is better than death, or the Qi Sea Dantian explodes and becomes a mass of bloody corpses, for a Jianghu person, he should undoubtedly choose the latter.

What's more, Helian Wuji's magical power, with the Yin meridian, the Yang meridian is sparse, and the eight veins are stored; under the exhaustion of mountains and rivers, give a fight, in case the pressure will collapse, the eight veins will be opened, and the yang meridian will be unobstructed, which is not an opportunity to break the realm.

Whether it is martial arts qi training, or evil demons, the opportunity to break through the realm is not the accumulation of the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

If you are not afraid of death, you will not be able to die, and everyone will not be easy.

For Ren Pingsheng, who constantly sends out his true qi like a moth to a fire, it is also difficult to ride a tiger. The first time he drove straight into with his own true qi, straight through the opponent's sea of qi, which was a desperate way of playing. I never thought that the Hanhai whirlpool in the other party's qi mansion would become a pool of stagnant water, and there was actually another way to extract the accumulated true qi in the qi mansion. As long as one is timid, or weakens the slightest transmission of true qi, the other party may instantly ease up and re-form the all-engulfing sea of qi vortex.

A body of martial arts true qi was drained, not only the qi mansion dantian collapsed, but also the vitality of the body would be exhausted. It was a miserable situation that even the gods could not save.

The two are no longer at all like hostile sides fighting for life and death, but they seem to be just long-lost old people who are talking to each other, and they can't let go of each other.

It's just that one person's face is as big as a drum, and the other person's angry eyes are like a trapped beast, revealing the inner mystery that makes people understand it at a glance.

His heart and mind were blank, and Helian Wuji was unconsciously stirring, his voice was like a gnat, as if he was unconsciously muttering a series of very strange words.

This string of words is not the Taoist and elegant dialects of the Xuanhuang world, nor is it like the accent of the locals. In Luoma City, which is located on the border of the two states, for several years, although Zhong Li can understand the native language in the eastern part of Guangxin Prefecture, he can still hear one or two tones.

But he had never heard the tone of the tall shopkeeper's muttering.

In the same state of mind that was almost broken, Zhang Bian seemed to hear a sigh, accompanied by a familiar and unfamiliar local voice: "Sir, it's the student who is incompetent......