"Huh?"

The confused butler showed a confused expression, didn't he want to kill me, why did he fall in love with my boxing skills?

"Great god, what do you want to do, just say it, don't hide it like this, it's so scared that you don't even dare to fart casually, for fear of sniffing you!" The housekeeper was holding back a cold sweat, he didn't know what Wu Ling wanted to do until now. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, this can't blame him for being stupid, Wu Ling's current identity is a messenger from the Flowing Killing Sect, in his opinion, this is simply a god-like existence, the martial arts in the sect are much more advanced than himself, and there will be endless Chamber of Commerce coins in the poor, with a few fractions of these Chamber of Commerce coins, it is enough to find high-level martial arts in the martial arts trading market, how can he look at his own martial arts, Wu Ling's approach is really incomprehensible.

Wu Ling suddenly felt that the housekeeper was too ink, or too stupid, afraid of death every day, afraid that he would kill him, and he was about to become less lustful and introverted than the first time he saw him, which was really not conducive to the progress of things later, especially when seizing the door slasher, if he was still so timid, it was easy to drag himself back.

And Wu Lingzhi's fancy for his boxing skills is not only the housekeeper's body and attack speed that day, but also Wu Ling's vague shadow of the knife technique when he punches, which is what he cares about.

What kind of fist is so sharp and restrained that it can wield a strength like a blade, compared to these, Wu Ling wants to know more.

"There's a lot of nonsense, do you want to choose to die in Huangquan, or choose to use your boxing technique?" Wu Ling stared at the butler with straight eyes, threatening.

As soon as he heard Wu Ling's words, it was really elusive, and the housekeeper nodded hurriedly and shouted, "I'll fight, I'll fight, I'll immediately play this set of boxing techniques to show you, don't panic, don't panic." ”

God, what kind of crime did I suffer, I met such a great god who couldn't afford to offend, I didn't offend you, I didn't offend you, forget it, isn't it just to beat the housekeeping skills, hit it, who doesn't want to live if you can live, Lao Tzu is still waiting to be the head of the gentleman's door.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper moved to a position slightly away from the great god Wu Ling, probably under a half-zhang tall willow tree, he adjusted slightly, restrained his breath, straddled his fists in front of his strong chest, exhaled a few points, and then gasped a few more times, and shouted, "Drink!"

Wu Ling was just surprised by the housekeeper's style at first, isn't this an ordinary zama step and piling, what's so special, can he still reach the sky.

After the housekeeper shouted, he threw a punch heavily, this punch was extremely fast, if it weren't for Wu Ling's martial arts at a higher level, it was estimated that he could only leave a black shadow, and he couldn't clearly observe the whereabouts of the punch, with such a rapid punch speed, Wu Ling gradually looked impressed by the housekeeper in front of him.

The butler's punch is just a trial, or just an opening dish, although he is extremely fast when he swings it, but the punch distance is still too short, and it can't hurt or hit the enemy hard at all, it's just a trick of the practitioner, it looks very powerful, and it has no practical effect in actual combat.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief, his brow furrowed, and began to throw the next punch.

Wu Ling always paid attention to the housekeeper's every move, afraid of missing the sharp boxing, and wanted to verify whether he was dazzled that day, or did this guy really have a few pounds, and his fists could really swing as sharp as a blade?

The second punch began to grow, not as short as the first punch looked, I saw that the shadow of this punch had not moved to the willow tree, and the half-zhang tall willow tree was forced to invert a fist-sized fist mark, the fist mark was blackened, and there was a burning smell in the air, obviously, this was because the punch was too fast, and the high-speed friction made the bark have a burning smell.

Although this punch was extremely domineering, it was not the punch that Wu Ling wanted to see.

Although this punch made a fist mark in the giant willow surrounded by ten people, it still did not reach the speed and sharpness of that day, it was more of a fist, and the lack of fist energy, without fist energy, could not seriously injure the enemy at all, maybe it could only make the opponent fall a simple skin injury.

Wu Ling shook his head, and began to wonder if it would be really dazzling that day, after all, there were too many onlookers at that time, maybe it was his own dazzle, alas, it really is, I love to get to the bottom of it, and I can only see it in martial arts novels, but it's a pity.

Wu Ling began to doubt himself, and was about to make the housekeeper stop his moves, but he made a faint decision in his heart, let him finish this punch first, after all, he was almost ready for the next punch, waiting, I hope there will still be, right?

The housekeeper under the giant willow didn't have time to pay attention to Wu Ling's demeanor, he didn't know Wu Ling's thoughts, he didn't know that Wu Ling began to give up his interest in him, so he had to concentrate on preparing for the next punch, a sweat gradually slipped down his cheeks, the housekeeper adjusted his breath, his shoulders and arms condensed clear green tendons, his face turned red, his eyes were cracked, and he smashed on the trunk of the giant willow tree in front of him fiercely, only to see a punch, which made Wu Ling, who had a gloomy expression, regain his sharp state, and there was really no dazzle that day!

The butler's punch, in the eyes of others, is like a glimpse, from the gap of a white horse, so fast that there is only a gray shadow flickering back and forth, even a clear-eyed person may think that it is a bird's nest passing by, but only Wu Ling knows that this is a boxing technique that can be presented to a certain extent, and how did this little-known butler get this set of boxing techniques, which can't help but make people wonder.

The butler stood still, and the giant willow in front of him had already given birth to a small hole the size of a full moon, and there were several black marks on the edge of the hole like a knife scraping. This punch runs through the entire giant willow, in front of external forces, a hundred-year-old giant willow still bows its head to the housekeeper, no matter how thick the bark is, it will not be hit by the housekeeper, no matter how old the time is, it is not as good as the blow of the strong!

Wu Ling's face was overjoyed, he finally got his wish to observe a boxing technique with a blade breath, and also dispelled the idea that he didn't see it clearly that day, this kind of boxing technique is not from martial arts novels, but real!

Wu Ling paced over quickly, and asked happily, "What sect does your martial arts come from, and why do you have the strength of a blade?"

Wu Ling went straight in, without turning around and grinding his feet, and directly asked about the origin of this set of martial arts, no matter what, now his identity is still a messenger of the Killing Gate, judging from the degree to which the housekeeper is so afraid, he will not doubt his identity for the time being, so even if he covets his martial arts, even if he gives the housekeeper more than a dozen dares, he will not dare to offend and contradict himself.

Just as Wu Ling thought, the housekeeper gasped for breath and stepped up the adjustment of his breath to calm down the chaotic breath. When the breath was a little better, I saw the housekeeper hurriedly respond, "I said, my father was the master of the previous Junzi Sect, but the time I was recalled was too short, and I blamed my dead ghost father, when I convened the sect, I had already lost the best period to learn swordsmanship, even if I spent a hundred times the effort, there would be no major breakthrough in martial arts, so my dead ghost father gave me two sets of martial arts, one of which is 'Piercing Fist', and the other is 'Twenty-four Broken Hands'." ”

"Piercing fists, twenty-four broken hands, this is a martial art named after the technique, right?" Wu Ling replied.

"Yes, these are two sets of martial arts named after the technique, at the beginning when my dead ghost father gave it to me, I refused, you said that I am also a descendant of a dignified master, even if I don't have a high martial arts, I won't throw down these two simple martial arts at will, right? Great god, are you right. ”

The housekeeper wiped the sweat on the bridge of his nose, and began to recall the time when he was under one person and above ten thousand people, and he felt a sense of pride and pride, and he wanted to continue to brag about the scenery of the year, but he accidentally saw Wu Ling's dislike look, so his tone changed suddenly, and said: "Later, the dead ghost father told me the truth, he said, the gentleman likes swords, but the people of the whole sect will achieve the cultivation of another kind of martial arts before practicing martial arts related to swordsmanship, that is this set of twenty-four broken hands." ”

"And another set of martial arts thrown down by the dead ghost dad - piercing fist, in fact, requires me to practice together with the twenty-four broken hands, he once told me, even if the piercing fist is not practiced well, it doesn't matter, but these twenty-four broken hands must be cultivated for life, and its value is far higher than the status of the twenty-four broken hands martial arts itself. ”

"You will know what happened later, Wu Ling Great God, I was assigned to this place, alone in a family, followed by the change of the door master, the dead ghost father was slaughtered, and all the people who had a relationship with the previous door master were slaughtered, except for me who hid my identity. In order to fulfill the deathbed wish of the dead ghost father and recapture the door slasher, I began to study these two sets of martial arts, and until today, it has been more than 20 years. ”

"At the beginning, when I practiced, I didn't realize the power of the twenty-four broken hands at all, so I first put down the training of the twenty-four broken hands, and turned to the slightly easier to learn to wear the boxing, after nearly four years, I encountered the bottleneck of the punching, and had to turn to the twenty-four broken hands, and then gradually, I began to appreciate the power of this set of martial arts. ”

"What's so powerful?" Feeling the butler's amazement, Wu Ling asked curiously.

"Originally, the set of piercing fists was unremarkable, but after the synthesis of twenty-four broken hands, it not only accelerated my swing in speed, but also rose a level in strength, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, and the status of piercing fists was forcibly raised, since then, I rarely meet opponents again, of course, like you, how can the small one compare with you, you are an invincible existence, not to mention anything else, just by being killed by the back of the door, it is enough to ......"

"Okay, don't be a sycophant, I just want to ask, your set of twenty-four broken hands, can there be cheats, can you borrow it, hehe. ”

Wu Ling interrupted the butler's sycophancy, asked evilly, looked at the butler's eyes, and looked like you don't want to borrow it, this butler can meet Wu Ling, it's really unlucky.