"Lao Tzu compares the talisman exercises with you!"

Qualer roared, this angry voice, obviously with a strong internal force, the merchants in the camp only felt like a thunder in their ears, one by one dared to speak, dizzy and dizzy covered their heads, but their hearts were secretly scolding this Qualer is really not a thing.

Feng Qingyun's pure internal strength didn't have any effect, but he was a little curious, and then raised his head and asked loudly:

"Compared with light skills and swordsmanship, this will be another talisman exercise, your warriors of the Bihu Sect are versatile, it sounds interesting, let's talk about it, how is this thing a comparison?." ”

"You and I stand in this circle, take turns to attack each other, the beaten side, can only rely on the body protection exercises, the side that is knocked out of the circle or falls to the ground is the loser, hard knife and hard horse, this is the man's comparison!"

Qualer didn't care about the cynicism in Feng Qingyun's words, he hammered his chest with his fist and roared fiercely.

"Young Sect Master, you can't be compared like this, you are a golden body, if something goes wrong, the old sect master will definitely blame it. ”

As soon as these words came out, Feng Qingyun didn't have time to say anything, but the ghost monkey kneeling at Quale's feet was shocked, crawled over in a hurry, grabbed Quale's calf fiercely, and cried and persuaded him.

At this moment, Jia Lao, who was not far away, also rushed over with a limp, seeing this scene, his face showed a trace of embarrassment that was difficult to hide, and then his eyes rolled, as if he thought of a middle joint, and asked in a tentative tone:

"Young Sect Master, in fact, if we lose this gambling fight, we will lose, it is nothing more than three times the silver money to buy his goods, and then pay some herbs, the young master insists on competing with this little Taoist priest again, could it be that he sees that this little Taoist martial arts is superb and has the idea of competing?"

"Get out of the way. Naqual kicked away the ghost monkey at his feet, and at this moment, Quale's eyes were full of resentment, and even a hint of faint jealousy, he turned his head to look at Jia Lao, and said:

"Among the young warriors in the land of Miaojiang, I am known as an invincible opponent in the north and south, if I can't win a game today, find some fields, and pass it out, those young masters of the other sects are afraid that they will look down on me, and I still have some face in this Miaojiang martial arts. ”

"It's all to blame for the old slave who despised this kid's martial arts, which made the young sect master ashamed, the young sect master has the inner family of a strange beast, plus the bronze mother's arm guard, and there are some chances of winning this comparison, but this fist and foot have no eyes, that kid's skill cultivation is really good, this matter is still a little dangerous, and please think twice about the young sect master. ”

While speaking, Jia Lao simply knelt down on one knee and tried his best to persuade him.

"Don't worry about Jia Lao, I dare to say this comparison, naturally I have my reliance..." Qualer put his hands behind his waist, and his internal qi churned as he spoke, exuding a faint beast-like blood all over his body, and the look on his face exuded a burst of confidence that was difficult to hide.

As soon as the old man found the blood on Quale's body, he seemed to be taken aback, and then a smile appeared on his face,

"Could it be... Could it be that the young master has practiced that set of martial arts?"

"It's just a small realm, but it's enough to take this kid. Qualle nodded, and replied triumphantly.

"Congratulations to the young sect master, once this "Salamander Immortal Strength" is refined, the martial artist's defense and recovery power will be increased several times, and now, among the martial artists of the same generation, the young sect master can be said to be a master of the best. ”

Jia Lao confirmed his conjecture, and he was even more overjoyed, and slapped his ass.

Between the excited conversations of these people, they expected that Feng Qingyun's kid was far away, and they didn't have any scruples to control the volume of their voices, but they didn't expect that Feng Qingyun, whose mental power was beyond the sensitivity of ordinary people, had already heard the conversation between them clearly.

Listening to the words of these people, Na Quale obviously practiced a very powerful talisman technique, no wonder he cried and shouted to compare this with me.

This exercise is called "Salamander Immortality"?

It's an interesting name, isn't the salamander a four-legged snake that lived in an underground lava cave on Earth in the previous life, and this thing can also practice kung fu?

Feng Qingyun was looking down and thinking about it, when Quale, who was not far away, let out a loud shout, interrupting his train of thought:

"Hey, why didn't the little Taoist priest speak, isn't he afraid, do you dare to compare?"

Feng Qingyun frowned slightly, and secretly pinched his fist, it seems that today he will not subdue this quale, and establish his own prestige, it will be difficult to dissipate the arrogance of these people, and in the future, he will enter the territory of the Bihu Sect to obtain herbs, and he will not know how to make a stumbling block for himself.

Without further ado, between a few ups and downs, Feng Qingyun flew directly back into the two-zhang wide lime circle, raised his nostrils high, raised his right index finger and hooked it, and shouted very arrogantly:

"Come here, Qualle!"

This Qualer finally stopped the anger in his heart, and when he saw Feng Qingyun so provocative, he suddenly jumped angry, and his feet violently exerted force, stepping on a crack on the ground, and rushed over like crazy, shouting in his mouth:

"Don't say much, let's just use our fists and feet, one person and one move, and we will kill without complaint! I'll let you make the first move!"

When Feng Qingyun heard this, how could he be polite to him, when Quale had just landed and had not yet stood firm, the thumbs of both hands merged, and two invisible swords filled with the power of pure yang converged together, fusing into a huge sword with the thickness of a wrist, bursting out a series of terrifying thunder sounds in the air, and the hot energy in the sword burned the air and twisted and deformed, and shot towards Quale's chest with a roar.

"Jiuyang Heart Sword Technique, Double Yang Penetrating the Sun"

With the sound of a huge explosion, a terrifying wave bloomed in the air, and the lower body of the Quale Mansion bent its legs and stepped on the ground fiercely, and a visible depression appeared on the bronze mother arm guards of both arms, and under the deep depression, a trace of red blood was faintly seen flowing down the arm guards, although some price was paid, but the young sect master of Quale still blocked Feng Qingyun's stunt.

"Truly... It's such a terrible sword gang, now it's my turn!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the young sect master of Quale swooped forward, and the true qi of his body suddenly soared, and in an instant, a red and white Gang Qi energy gradually condensed into a terrifying glorious shape outside Quale's body, revealing a ferocious aura, and even the merchant guards outside the camp took a sharp breath of cool air.

Feng Qingyun silently observed that Quale's Dou Qi Transformation, although the color was a little strange, but in terms of size, there was still a gap between it and the huge poisonous scorpion condensed by the poisonous mother-in-law, and even the details of the transformed salamander, facial features and limbs were also much rougher, which showed that the skill of this Qualle may be higher than that of the middle stage of the ordinary Qi Refining Realm, and there is still some gap from the peak of the real Qi Refining Realm.

In the blink of an eye, Quale's heavy punch had already hit Feng Qingyun's body, and the wind on the fist blew in his face, directly blowing Feng Qingyun's long hair upside down, and the whistling fist wind was like a knife, and Feng Qingyun's face hurt.

Feng Qingyun waved his right hand, and the long sleeves of the Liuyun Dao robe rolled up, making a move in the innate Qiankun Gong of the Qiankun immeasurable, a faint gossip figure of cyan energy condensation, like a shadow between the long sleeves, Qualer only felt that his fist strength was like a mud cow entering the sea, and in an instant, it was dissolved by the ingenuity in this long sleeve.

As soon as the two of them fought, they each flew back, and Qualer didn't cause damage to Feng Qingyun with one move, and secretly sighed in his heart that this little Taoist priest actually had such a powerful defensive technique on his fists and feet.

Feng Qingyun on the other end, although he unloaded seventy percent of his fist power, but his arm that was also beaten was secretly painful, and his face suddenly became a little more solemn, this Quale's kung fu is indeed solid, and the realm of light wheel martial arts is still a step higher than himself.

This guy is wearing alien animal skin armor and a bronze mother arm guard on his arm, which is tightly wrapped, and he has to start from somewhere else!

With a movement in his heart, Feng Qingyun's figure was like a shadow of the wind, turning into a streamer and shooting forward, and his left foot swept in the air, only kicking Quale's waist.

In a moment of shock, Qualer swung his arms downwards and quickly swept towards his left foot at his waist, but this round of arms only touched an afterimage and pounced.

It turned out that Feng Qingyun made a false move, and as soon as he retracted his left foot of the feint, his body quickly retreated, and then probed forward with the tip of his right foot, and his foot strength was like a sharp sword that broke through the air, piercing the heart of Quale.

Qualer scolded the kid for being cunning, his left hand quickly protected his chest, and the body protection qi of his whole body exploded, but he didn't want to, Feng Qingyun's forward poke kicked in mid-air again, and he spun around.

This sudden kick was instantly disguised, and it was retracted to the left, and Feng Qingyun's whole body shape swirled to the left, with his right foot as the fulcrum, and his left foot was like a whirlwind, and he swept over, with a roaring sound of the wind, and kicked Quale's cheek fiercely.

A huge force came from Quale's cheeks, and he accidentally bit some fresh meat in his mouth, and a small mouthful of blood spat out from his throat as soon as it was salty, and even his head was buzzed with kicking, and it seemed that the world in front of him became spinning.

Feng Qingyun's move, the strategy of striking east and west, that is, to catch Qualer off guard, he didn't expect to rely on this move Fengshen Leg to cause much damage to Quale, this move honed his experience against the enemy, so he took a few steps back, stood in place and looked at Quale's red and swollen cheeks, and the corners of his torn mouth, this embarrassed appearance, secretly happy.

The dizzy Qualer shook his head in place, touched his bulging cheeks, and suddenly shouted, and a faint bloody breath emanated from his body, and a red bloodshot visible to the naked eye, like a spider web, crawled all the way from the depths of his neck all the way to his cheeks.

After a few breaths, the redness and swelling on Naqual's face actually subsided, and even the wound on the corner of his mouth that was originally torn was instantly healed.

At this scene, Feng Qingyun couldn't believe it in his eyes, and couldn't help but scold:

"Damn, are you kid hanging?"