In the blacksmith shop, Wei Sheng looked at Yin Zhiping who stepped into the door, and wanted to walk over to teach him a lesson, but when he saw the Taoist robe on the young man's body, he secretly felt bad, and asked with a frown: "Little Taoist, are you from the Quanzhen Sect?"

It was Yin Zhiping who shouted, and in the face of Wei Sheng's inquiry, he nodded and said, "That's right." ”

Hearing Yin Zhiping's words, Zhao Daniu felt hope in his heart again, Quanzhen Sect, that is the first sect of the righteous path, and the Taoist Bull's Ear.

Wei Sheng was also a little apprehensive in his heart, but seeing that Yin Zhiping was not a thirteen-year-old boy, he stepped forward and said coldly: "I am a disciple of the Yellow River Gang, and I have always taught you Quanzhen to not interfere with the river water, are you sure you want to stand up for this blacksmith?"

The Yellow River Gang?

Hearing these three words, Yin Zhiping frowned.

The Yellow River Gang is a well-known sect in the rivers and lakes, with the largest number of sects except for the Beggar Gang and the Quanzhen Sect.

And there are many good players in the sect, the most famous are the ghost gate dragon king Sha Tongtian and the three-headed Jiaohou Tonghai, and of course, Sha Tongtian's disciples The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.

Sha Tongtian can be regarded as a first-class master, Hou Tonghai is second-rate, and the four ghosts of the Yellow River are also third-rate.

The Yellow River Gang has this force, and it can already be ranked on the rivers and lakes, otherwise it would not be regarded as a guest by Wanyan Honglie.

These people are disciples of the Yellow River Gang, and Yin Zhiping feels that it is a little difficult to handle.

The Yellow River Gang is notorious, mainly kidnapping, stealing and robbing, and does nothing without regard to the consequences, and if they provoke them, it is not certain whether they can get out of Lantian or not.

Seeing that Yin Zhiping was silent, Zhao Daniu was a little disappointed, and even the Taoist leader of the Quanzhen Sect did not dare to come forward, he would definitely suffer a loss today.

Wei Sheng took advantage of the victory to pursue, and said with a smile: "Little Taoist, you still don't want to come out, so as not to hurt you for a while." ”

Hearing this, Yin Zhiping suddenly had a feeling of being ridiculous.

What's wrong with me, I was afraid in my heart.

The Yellow River Gang is powerful, but compared to the Quanzhen Sect, it is only a kitten.

In the original book, Qiu Chuji alone can fight Ouyang Ke, the young master of White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions, the 'three-headed Jiao' Hou Tonghai and the 'Thousand People Slaughter' Peng Lianhu, Ouyang Ke and Peng Lianhu are both first-class masters, Hou Tonghai's strength is poor, his IQ is a hard injury, and the three of them together are equivalent to two Ouyang Ke.

Ouyang Ke's strength is still above Shatongtian, Qiu Chuji is almost equivalent to two and a half Shatongtian, and he can wipe out the high-level forces of the Yellow River Gang alone.

And I, now, am afraid of these cats and dogs who don't have any names in front of them.

Moreover, the Quanzhen Sect is nearby, so I don't have to worry about these people retaliating at all.

Thinking that he was cowering because of them and fell into the reputation of the sect, Yin Zhiping felt a little ashamed in his heart.

Yin Zhiping raised his head, looked at Wei Sheng, and said coldly: "I am a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and when I encounter injustice, I should come forward to help." It's you, let's leave, or I'll be rude to you. ”

"You're not welcome?" Wei Sheng sneered, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy dared to threaten himself, which made Wei Sheng laugh angrily.

Even if he is a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, he is still young and his muscles and bones are not yet opened, how can he compare to himself who has practiced the family heirloom sword technique?

Thinking of this, he pulled out his long knife, took a step, stared at Yin Zhiping, and said, "I want to see how you are not polite to me?"

Although he said this, he never wanted to hurt Yin Zhiping, the Quanzhen Sect was a sect that could be compared to the Beggar Gang.

Those who can come down from Zhongnan Mountain are not like their peers.

So he just made up his mind and wanted to teach Yin Zhiping a lesson.

Seeing him in a good posture, Yin Zhiping looked calm, stretched out his right hand, took off the long sword on his back, danced a sword flower in his hand, and said, "It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know how to repent." ”

Yin Zhiping said it was straightforward and full of momentum, but it was a little funny when he said it in the mouth of a teenager.

Wei Sheng snorted coldly and said, "Okay, I'll see how you teach me." ”

After saying this, Wei Sheng took a step towards Yin Zhiping, pushed it with his left hand, and slapped Yin Zhiping's shoulder with one palm.

Wei Sheng has practiced a few knife techniques, but his kung fu is also good, and it is not a problem to fight three or four gangsters empty-handed.

The muscles of his arm spurted and he slapped out with a whirring wind.

Yin Zhiping didn't have the idea of dodging, and also raised his left hand and slapped it with one palm.

Bang.

The palms of the two hands collided together with a muffled sound.

Yin Zhiping and Wei Sheng took a step back in unison, unharmed by each other, looked at each other, and were a little surprised, and actually had a draw.

"That's a lot of power. ”

Wei Sheng's eyes narrowed, he had been practicing martial arts for many years, and his strength was not small, but this little Taoist priest was not far behind compared to his own strength.

Yin Zhiping was a little disappointed, he had enough internal strength, and he slapped him, but it was just a tie.

It seems that his age is really a big disadvantage, and the opponent can compete with him with his muscle strength alone.

Wei Sheng raised his knife, slashed twice in the air, and said, "Good boy, the Quanzhen Sect is really powerful, let's use weapons to fight." ”

After saying this, Wei Sheng raised the long knife, took a step, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed towards Yin Zhiping's head.

Yin Zhiping raised his long sword, blocked Wei Sheng's long knife, his arm shook, the long sword slammed off, and a move 'Tiaoxi Chuilun' was used.

Wei Sheng immediately felt a strong force coming from the long knife in his hand, wanting to pick the long knife in his hand away.

The next moment, Yin Zhiping stepped forward with his right foot, and the long sword stabbed Wei Sheng directly in the chest, this move was called 'Bian Zhou Yiye'.

Wei Sheng secretly felt bad, it was too late to save and block, his eyes showed coldness, he clenched the long knife, the blade deflected, and cut at Yin Zhiping's head.

His knife, like lightning, instantly arrived in front of Yin Zhiping.

Good fast knife.

Yin Zhiping's face changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated, and as soon as he took a step back, the long knife grazed his neck, and the sharp blade seemed to cut the skin.

But after Yin Zhiping stood firm, he didn't hurt his neck.

This knife actually made me feel sharp, it seems that Wei Sheng's knife technique is very good, and Wei Sheng has also practiced it very skillfully.

Seeing Yin Zhiping retreating, Wei Sheng held the knife and said, "Xiaodao Chief, my 'flash in the pan' move made you take a step back, the situation is already clear, we don't have to try again, right?"

Listening to his words, Yin Zhiping knew the name of Wei Sheng's knife just now, which turned out to be a flash in the pan.

Epiphany blooms for only a few hours, which can be said to be a matter of a moment compared to the growth period of epiphany.

And Wei Sheng's knife just now, in the blink of an eye, made people untouchable, like an epiphany, it really responded to this name.

But Yin Zhiping didn't feel that he had lost, the move just now was the result of his own underestimation of the enemy, if he did it again, he would definitely be able to resist it without retreating.

So he snorted coldly and said, "One move, one style, how can you tell the winner from the loser? Let's do it again." ”

As he spoke, Yin Zhiping stepped on the ground a little, his body flew out, and he instantly approached Wei Sheng's side, and a sword stabbed out obliquely, and the sword light converged, like a drop of rain under the gloomy sky, almost invisible.

Slanting wind and drizzle!Quanzhen swordsmanship, the second sword, and the fifth style.

This sword instantly stabbed in front of Wei Sheng's body, who didn't expect Yin Zhiping to be so fast, on the side of his body, wanting to dodge.

But with a snort, Yin Zhiping's long sword pierced Wei Sheng's clothes and stabbed a hole.

Retracting the long sword, Yin Zhiping took a step back, looked at Wei Sheng, and said with a smile: "Do you still need to continue to compare now?"

When Wei Sheng heard this, he touched his clothes, a little annoyed, but then suppressed his anger, clenched the long knife in his hand, and said, "Of course, let your little Taoist taste the uncle's flower-seeking knife technique." ”

After saying this, Wei Sheng took a leap and pounced on Yin Zhiping, and the long knife in his hand stabbed out, the blade was slightly off, cutting into Yin Zhiping's neck.

Yin Zhiping swung his sword to block, before the swords intersected, the knife in Wei Sheng's hand was like a butterfly, cutting through an arc and directly hitting Yin Zhiping's chest.

"Wear flowers and butterflies. ”

This move is a trick of the flower-seeking knife technique, like a butterfly, light and agile, fluttering.

"Not good. ”

Yin Zhiping's face changed, his steps were a little, and his body retreated sharply, so that he could dodge the knife, but his uniform had been cut.

After dodging this knife, Yin Zhiping did not continue to dodge, did not advance but retreated, using the 'Golden Goose Gong', his legs stepped forward, his body jumped forward, and the long sword stabbed towards Wei Sheng's chest.

The first sword and the second style of the true swordsmanship, the small 楫 light boat.

Wei Sheng wanted to swing his sword to block, but the long sword in Yin Zhiping's hand was suddenly retracted and swung downward.

The second sword of the true swordsmanship, the second style, the west wind remnant.

This sword, like the autumn wind and the light of the setting sun, was dim and invisible, making Wei Sheng's knife block the air and cut straight towards Wei Sheng's lower abdomen.

"Hmph. ”

Wei Sheng snorted coldly, the long knife spun, rolled over, and hit Yin Zhiping's long sword with the blade downward, and slashed the long sword down.

Yin Zhiping dodged sideways, bent his body, and took Wei Sheng's head with a sword.

Wei Sheng's long knife swung horizontally, blocking the knife, and then poked out the long knife and slashed at Yin Zhiping's arm.

Yin Zhiping swung his sword to block, and Wei Sheng returned in vain.

Two people sword you come and go, no one can help the other.

Yin Zhiping and Wei Sheng were a little surprised, each other's strength was a little beyond their imagination.

In Yin Zhiping's opinion, Wei Sheng's strength is about the same as his own, and he still has Jin Yangong, and with the all-true swordsmanship that can be called the first-class Jianghu, he should be able to win the volume.

But Wei Sheng relied on his peculiar knife technique to draw with himself, which made people very curious.

And Wei Sheng was also a little strange in his heart, a young man, his strength was not inferior to his own, and he could also have a tie with himself who practiced the Flower Seeking Sword Technique, which didn't look like an ordinary Quanzhen Sect disciple.

Internal strength, light skill, and swordsmanship, which made Wei Sheng have some speculation in his heart.

So he took advantage of a death move, a step, opened the distance, looked at Yin Zhiping, and asked, "Who is your master?"

Yin Zhiping stood sideways with his sword, panting slightly, looking at him and saying, "My master is a real person in Changchun. ”

"Changchun real people?"

Hearing this name, Wei Sheng's heart jumped suddenly.

The seven sons of Quanzhen are all famous, and all of them are not weaker than Sha Tongtian, the leader of the Yellow River Gang, not to mention Changchun Zhenrenqiu, who is the strongest in the seven sons of Quanzhen.

It turned out to be his apprentice, no wonder he was so young, but he had the strength to fight with himself.

Wei Sheng was afraid of Changchun Zhenren's strength, hugged his fists, and said: "It turned out to be a senior disciple of Qiu Dao Chief, since you and I can't tell the winner, how about just stop it?"

Yin Zhiping looked at him, pointed to the iron swords on the ground, and asked, "What about these iron swords?"

"We will buy it at the original price. ”

Wei Sheng beckoned, and the thug behind him took out the money bag, and after paying for the iron sword, he picked up the long sword.

Yin Zhiping felt that this was the best solution, he and Wei Sheng were on equal footing, the two of them did not distinguish between victory and defeat, and there was no result in the fight, and the other party was willing to give up, which was no better.

"The trail is long, and there will be a period later. Wei Sheng arched his hand at Yin Zhiping.

"There will be a period later. Yin Zhiping turned sideways and moved out of the way, watching Wei Sheng walk to the door, Yin Zhiping suddenly asked, "I don't know which is better or worse than the martial arts of the four ghosts of the Yellow River?"

Wei Sheng's figure stagnated slightly, and said: "I once studied martial arts with Qian Qingjian, the 'Death Axe' among the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, and I am not his one-trick opponent. ”

After saying this, Wei Sheng left quickly, leaving Yin Zhiping, who was a little stunned.

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