Chapter 341 Li Qiushui's Face
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"Capturing the Dragon?" Murong Fu was sucked over by Song Qingshu and looked at Song Qingshu in amazement. ∝So familiar, although the familiarity of the origins of martial arts of ordinary martial arts may not be comparable to that of the Murong family in Gusu, but he is very clear about what can be called magic.
In his mind, he filtered through all kinds of famous martial arts, and when he thought of a practice, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly opened up, but he soon fell into doubt, so he could only ask: "Are you from the Xiaoyao faction?"
"Huh? You actually know the Xiaoyao faction?" Ping Yizhi looked at him suspiciously. He didn't expect Song Qingshu to know the secrets of martial arts at such a young age.
"What does Li Qiushui have to do with you?" Song Qingshu thought for a while. Among the three elders of the Xiaoyao School, Wuyazi was the best at "Northern Ming Art", while Tianshan Tongmao was good at "Eight Wilderness ** Only Me Only", or Lao Shizi. "Eternal Eternal Spring", Li Qiushui is good at "Little Wuxiang Gong".
With Li Qiushui's love of raising the face and head, it is not surprising that "Little Wuxiang Gong" came out. For example, the Great Wheel Ming King Jiumazhi, Song Qingshu actually wanted to ask his "Little Wuxiang Gong" many times. I didn't get it from Li Qiushui, but I was worried about touching the painful memories of the national teacher when he was young, which would make him turn his face, so he was too embarrassed to ask.
Of course, all this is just Song Qingshu's malicious gossip. Jiu Mozhi's "Little Wuxianggong" may also be taken from the Langhuan blessed land of the royal family of Suzhou, which is not listed for the time being.
"You even know this?" Ping Yizhi was startled, thinking that Song Qingshu already knew about it, and he no longer concealed it, "Although that old demon woman has a good taste, but she is a dignified man, how can she be willing to be humiliated by a woman, when Lao Tzu escapes When I took her "Little Wuxiang Gong", it was considered a whoring, and since then the two will not owe each other."
Looking at Ping Yizhi, who was short and fat, and had two disgusting beards, Song Qingshu slandered in his heart: It is said that Li Qiushui liked to find young and handsome teenagers for her to play with. He must not be handsome at all. Li Qiushui's aesthetics are indeed a bit worrying.
"Speaking of which, Young Master Murong has to call me my grandfather, hahaha." Ping Yizhi laughed loudly, obviously thinking of something extremely happy.
"Bastard!" Murong Fu didn't know the relationship between Li Qiushui and Wang Yuyan, and was confused, but when he heard Ping Yizhi's words, he was still furious and was about to rush up, but was stopped by Song Qingshu.
Now that Ping Yizhi's strength is unknown, Song Qingshu is worried that he will lose his life in vain. After all, he is also helping out for his own sake. If something happens, he will feel sorry for him.
"Xiao Wuxianggong has no form and no trace. As long as you know other martial arts moves, you can imitate other people's unique skills or even better than the original version. There is a certain point of understanding with the Murong family," Song Qingshu said in an instant. Knowing the characteristics of Xiao Wuxiang Gong, Ping Yizhi's face was gloomy and uncertain, Murong Fu thought deeply, "Doctor Ping, I want to see if you can imitate my palm technique?"
As soon as the voice fell, a palm erratically printed on him.
Ping Yizhi saw that his move was clearly one of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragons, but in the blink of an eye it seemed to have turned into the Fragrant Cloud Piercing Palm of the Emei School, and there was a shadow of Wudang's Mian Palm, to see his subsequent changes. , it seems to be mixed with Kongtong Seven Injury Fist, Songshan Da Songyang palm fist, just looking at it makes me feel sick and sick, how can Ping Yizhi imitate his moves, he hurriedly raised his palms to greet him, but was caught by Song Qingshu The palm of his hand turned slightly and pressed it against his shoulder.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu didn't spit out his palms when he suddenly felt a piercing wind of fingers shot from the sky, and hurriedly dodged and backed away.
"Dali Duan's One Yang Finger!" Murong Fu exclaimed, seeing the truth.
Ping Yizhi took the opportunity to distance himself from Song Qingshu, and looked at each other vigilantly. His shoulder was only touched by the wind of his palm, and he was already sore and numb. Fortunately, he was forced away by Yiyang Finger, otherwise his shoulder bone would have been broken long ago.
"Are you finally willing to use your housekeeping skills?" Song Qingshu smiled slightly. With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that the accomplishments of Ping Yizhi and Yiyang Finger were much stronger than imitating others' moves with Xiao Wuxiang Gong." It's just that you have learned how to practice the secret of Dali Duan Style, which is really strange, strange..."
"What's so strange about Hui Yiyang's finger, Ping Yizhi, Ping Yizhi, the old man's name is not for nothing." Ping Yizhi looked at him with a half-smile, but he already had the intention of retreating in his heart.
"Since Your Excellency is arrogant and has excellent fingering skills, you just called yourself a flat finger, so what was your previous name?" Zhao Min was alert and quickly realized the flaw in his words.
Ping Yi pointed his breath and suffocated, but he didn't expect a flaw in his words, and said quietly: "The little girl should be concerned about the poison in her body instead of caring about my name. You'd better persuade your lover, Ask him to help the old man kill Murong Fu, and the old man will naturally detoxify you."
"Catch you will naturally force you to hand over the antidote." Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and with a flash, he attacked Ping Yizhi.
Ping Yizhi didn't expect his movement technique to be so fast, so he dismantled it one by one under his shock. I saw the finger force in the field, the smoke and dust everywhere, and the two of you have already taken dozens of moves.
With a sudden snort, Ping Yizhi shouted and flew back. Song Qingshu was about to catch up, but was suddenly stunned by the scene in front of him.
It turned out that Ping Yizhi was hit by Song Qingshu's palm and suffered serious internal injuries. He could no longer maintain his original body shape, and his whole body was crackling and crackling. The short and fat famous murder doctor turned into a tall and thin middle-aged man. .
"Murong Jingyue?" Seeing the man's appearance, Song Qingshu was startled, how could it be him? But in this way, why Ping Yizhi wanted to use his own hands to kill Murong Fu became clear at a glance.
suddenly
Jiao scolding, Bing Xue'er in a white dress rushed out of the ambush in the woods, and a long whip wrapped around Ping Yizhi's body far away.
Ping Yizhi was seriously injured, and in the blink of an eye, Bing Xue'er's fierce offensive made him crumble, but his martial arts cultivation was still there.
Worrying about what happened to Bing Xueer, Song Qingshu hurriedly rushed over to help her. Who knew that someone was in mid-air and suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air beside him. Here comes the attack.
As soon as it hit the ground, the sharp weapon that flew over just now circled back. Song Qingshu didn't know the truth, so he didn't dare to take it hard. When I finally saw the attacker clearly, I couldn't help being frightened and angry: "Dharma King Jinlun!"
"Your Majesty, my subordinates are late for the rescue, and I hope you forgive me." As soon as the second old Xuan Ming finished speaking, he rushed towards Zhao Min while Song Qingshu was being held back by King Jinlun.
Murong Fu was taken aback, and quickly raised his sword to greet him. Unexpectedly, the two elders Xuan Ming were the best at combining strikes. One of them used a deer-headed stick to support his long sword, and the other raised his palm to attack.
Murong Fu hurriedly greeted him with a palm, only to feel the cold air penetrating through his body, and before he had time to react, Lu Zhangke's other hand silently stretched out from his arms and hit him in the abdomen. Bi Weng's pickaxe also ghostly stretched out and swept across his ribs.
After all, Murong Fu was a master who used to be as famous as Qiao Feng. Although the incident happened suddenly and he was in danger all of a sudden, he hurriedly used the method of fighting the stars and shifting his mind, so that the strength of the two hitting him canceled each other out, taking advantage of the two. People were stunned for a moment, and with the help of the anti-shock force, they retreated a few feet away, and their clothes were already soaked in cold sweat.
Second Elder Xuanming looked at his palm in confusion, and shouted in unison:
"Return to him in his way?"
"Fighting to the stars?"
Murong Fu looked at the situation in the arena, these two strange old men were not opponents themselves, the big monk with the wheel did not seem to be under Song Qingshu, and with the many experts of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, he quickly had a desire to go. However, when he thought that Song Qingshu had just given him the magic manual, it would be too unkind to leave by himself, and he couldn't help but go back and forth for a while.
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