Chapter 135: Streamer Recipe Biochemical Qimen Gong

"Please also ask Uncle Shi to give advice!"

Lu Qian first hugged his fists and bowed, and then took a step, holding the sky with one palm, and only waited for the sky to enter the sky.

What Lu Qian thought in his heart was to use the Qimen Tianyan Twenty-two Style to deal with it for a while, and if he really couldn't win, he would come out with a dragon pattern rolling stick, after all, the weapon had no eyes, and he couldn't hurt the elders.

Seeing that he posed a strange door roll-up hand pose, the waist and horse were one, and the lower plate was stable, it seemed that this kid had studied hard and practiced weekdays, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart. That being the case, you also have to show your true skills, don't let the younger generations look down on it.

"Boy, be careful!"

Before the words fell, I saw that he was walking in a chain of long air steps, the wind was under his feet, and he waved a palm and went straight to Lu Qian. The momentum of his palm was rapid, as fast as lightning, and Lu Qian hurriedly parried back when he saw this.

With the power of the right palm, the counterattack is to attack the shoulders of the singles uncle, seeing that he intends to return to the defense, and take the opportunity to hit the left palm, the two arms shake together, and for a time the palm shadows in the battle are staggered, and one old and one small fight are in one place.

In the middle of the fight, it is known that Lu Qian's current kung fu is also considered to be the best of the younger generation in the martial arts, but because he is still young, he still owes some heat, if he can be guided well over time, he will definitely become a generation of powerhouses.

Just thinking about it, Lu Qian's palm momentum was as fast as a move, not giving him any chance to seize the flaw at all, in order to reverse the situation, he used the air conditioner to move the true qi in his body, and his body flickered, and he disappeared out of thin air in front of Lu Qian's eyes!

"It's ?......"

If you want to say that the swordsman of the rivers and lakes who is faster than himself, Lu Qian has also seen a lot, but he has never met a master who can disappear into thin air without a sound like Uncle Shi.

Lu Qian, who was still in a state of confusion here, had not yet come back to his senses, and only heard someone behind him remind: "The most taboo to hesitate when facing the enemy in battle, but now that you have the back door wide open, won't you give others a chance to take advantage of?"

Lu Qian, who realized that he had fallen into a crisis, hurriedly turned around, and at the same time, the palm power of Yan Changkong also approached, and at this critical moment, Lu Qian gathered his dantian, dispatched his true qi to protect his body, and with a loud shout, he took the palm of his uncle.

When these two competing true qi converged in one place, countless sand and dust were stirred up under their feet in an instant, and the scattered dust covered the moonlight and blocked the sight of the two.

Lu Qian seized this opportunity, turned his fist into a fist in his hand, and used the "阋 Feng Kaiwu" in the twenty-two styles of Qimen Tianyan, and the powerful cyclone followed his fist, like a tiger pounced on a descending mountain, whistling and rushing into the sky.

"Not bad, good internal force!"

In the face of Lu Qian's almost all-out move, Changkong naturally did not underestimate it, raised his palms, divided the two instruments, and in an instant, the Taiji gossip figure gathered with true qi appeared in front of him.

"Broken!"

With a broken drink, Lu Qian's strong move was blocked, no matter how much he instilled internal strength, he couldn't go further in front of the impregnable defense.

Lu Qian, who had nothing to do for a while, simply turned his body around, gave up the idea of attacking head-on, and instead relied on his dexterity to wait for the opportunity to move, maybe he could take advantage of it.

Seeing Lu Qianshi unfold the "Kui Xing Step" in the Qimen scroll, his body shuttled back and forth around the battlefield, like a ghost, even if a master like Changkong had to carefully distinguish to see the clues.

But in the final analysis, they are of the same origin after all, and in a few moments, Lu Qian's trick will make Yan Changkong look at it in his eyes.

"Your trick is clever, and it depends on Uncle Shi's methods?"

As he spoke, Lu Qian, who was about to make a move, stretched out a palm, and the steps of the long sky standing in the middle suddenly changed, and he easily dodged, and then he actually learned his own moves, moving back and forth in it at a very fast speed, which made Lu Qian suddenly dazzled.

I had to obediently return the initiative to the opponent, be vigilant, and observe the pace of the surroundings, so as not to be plotted by my uncle.

But Na Cheng thought, even if he was so cautious, he still couldn't avoid Uncle Shi's clever moves. As Yan Changkong's figure got closer and closer, Lu Qian began to be a little scrambling, and his gestures also exposed a lot of opportunities to take advantage of.

As a senior, he has abundant experience in the rivers and lakes, so how can he let go of such a good opportunity to win. Stretching out two fingers, condensing the wind into a sword, and silently pointing at the Fengmen acupoint behind Lu Qian, it immediately made him feel a burst of soreness and numbness.

"How's that, do you want to continue?"

With the winning ticket in hand, he stopped his hand in time, jumped out of the circle and stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Lu Qiandao who was grinning with his teeth triumphant.

"Uncle Shi, why did you just perform so fast?"

Yan Changkong did not answer directly, but pointed at his feet and then his heart. Of course, Lu Qian, who was confused, didn't understand what he meant, and he was about to open his mouth to ask, but he was preempted by Uncle Shi: "The fists and feet are finished, and it's not bad to be able to play with me for these dozens of rounds, and it's enough to deal with ordinary chickens and dogs, but I don't know how your blade works?"

Lu Qian heard his words and seemed to want to compare weapons with himself, but after the discussion just now, the gap between them was already clear, and if he went over to do it again, I am afraid that there would be no chance of winning.

Seeing that he was silent, he smashed his mouth, stretched his waist and said, "Tut-tut, I didn't expect my senior brother's disciple to be so timid, it's a pity!"

While saying this, Yan Changkong kept staring at Lu Qian's expression with his spare eyes, and when he talked about his master, he obviously saw a resolute light burst out from his originally dejected eyes.

"Come on, Uncle Shi, I won't be ashamed of Master!"

The dark ink-colored dragon pattern rolling rod was clenched in his hand, and the autumn wind blew the tips of his hair, and Lu Qian, who once again ignited his fighting spirit, had only one thought in his heart - I want to win!

"Come here, boy, this time you will take the lead, and take out all your skills for Uncle Shi to take a good look. ”

Before Changkong could finish speaking, Lu Qian's eyes lit up, and he guided his true qi to the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and picked up the dragon pattern rolling stick in his hand and smashed it on his head.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yan Changkong hurriedly dodged to the side, Lu Qian's dragon pattern rolling stick chased after him, and Lu Qian, who had a blade in his hand, somehow turned out to be much stronger than just now, which surprised Yan Changkong for a while.

I saw that the dragon pattern rolling rod was like living in Lu Qian's hands, like a raptor going to sea, retreating like a strange python turning over, and for a while, the upper, middle and lower roads were firmly guarded by him, and he couldn't find a flaw in his tricks.

"Looks like it's time to use that trick!"

Thinking of this, Ji Changkong turned his body, jumped in mid-air, and shouted: "Boy, you can watch it!"