Chapter 198 Gentleman's Style

The Iron Hand Demon raised his toes slightly, creating a strong wind, and kicked Meng Qi in the chest as he ran. It was fierce and sharp, as if he wanted to vent his anger for the mission failure on this nagging boy.

He saw that the boy in front of him seemed to be stunned, without any reaction, and the door was wide open, allowing his right foot to kick him.

Humph, he is just a guy who is good at asking about rumors in the martial arts world, showing off!

Those things mentioned before, who in the martial arts world knows them? Moreover, he did not recognize himself and others. He relied on the conversation between each other to identify their identities and introduce their strengths. There was nothing special. In the end, he even misjudged the strength of the son of Zhou Jun Wang. Obviously, he did not have a good eye.

Seeing that he was only eighteen years old and mixed with sailors, what could he do?

Shan Xiumei, the son of Zhou Jun Wang and his old servant were far away and could not save him in time. He sighed in his heart that he had implicated another innocent passerby.

We must catch the Iron Hand Demon and punish him according to the law. Only in this way can we show the noble spirit of the Zhou County Wang family!

Puff!

The Iron Hand Demon kicked Meng Qi with a kick, and his strength was so strong that he was about to kick him to death, but after the strength was released, it fell into the sea, and there was no reaction. The opponent's body seemed to be empty and could not feel anything!

Without internal strength and power, this kick could only make a slight sound of touching.

Just as the Iron Hand Demon was surprised, suddenly, a familiar force surged back, fierce and sharp, through the tip of his toes, paralyzed his whole body, and the blood in his chest was churning, making him extremely uncomfortable.

His body was paralyzed, but he did not stop running, and he fell forward. Meng Qi slightly turned sideways and let him fall from his side. With a plop, the Iron Hand Demon's whole face sank into the iron pot where meat was cooked.

The rich umami smell penetrated into the nostrils, mouth, and eyes. The boiling hot soup boiled the skin, bringing extreme pain.

The Iron Hand Demon recovered from the paralysis immediately and was about to turn over and jump away from the iron pot.

Suddenly, he felt a numbness behind his head, and his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.

Meng Qi held a bamboo chopstick in his left hand, and the chopstick was deeply inserted into the back of the Iron Hand Demon's head. A stream of blood suddenly emerged from the milky white broth, quickly turning the soup turbid and dark red.

"It's so painful to waste food." Meng Qi let go of the bamboo chopsticks, clapped his hands, and sighed.

The change happened extremely quickly. The Iron Hand Demon died on the spot in a flash. The Wang family's son and Shan Xiumei, who came to intercept him, subconsciously stopped and blinked their eyes, not understanding what happened.

How could the Iron Hand Demon, who was venting his anger just now, be the last among the 19 Demons of Tianmen, but also a famous master for many years, turn from a killer to a victim in a breath?

And the killer still looked calm, as if he had just killed a fly and felt sorry for the meat pot that was affected!

Thinking back carefully to the fight just now, it was simple and intuitive. The Iron Hand Demon kicked the opponent but lost his balance and fell to the ground, his face sunken into the iron pot. The killer took the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, without turning his head or looking, and directly thrust them backwards, inserting them into the back of the Iron Hand Demon's head with extraordinary precision, as if the two had practiced together many times.

This skill of grasping the opportunity and the internal force of the Iron Hand Demon that rebounded showed that the killer was extremely powerful.

What's more terrifying is that he seems to have not used his full strength!

The old servant of the Zhou County Wang family took a step forward, followed him as if the ground had shrunk into an inch, and stood beside the young master. Even he felt that the handsome young man in front of him who was worried about the food was extremely dangerous.

The Immortal Seal is really useful... Meng Qi sighed in his heart, and at the same time he was a little confused, because the Iron Hand Demon was too weak.

Even though the Tianmen Sect suffered a great blow after the disappearance of the magic master, and turned from rampant to secretive, the eight demons and nineteen demons on the surface could not represent all their strength, but those who could make a name for themselves in any of the nine evil ways were all people with strength, experience, and special skills, or were particularly powerful in one aspect. Even if the Iron Hand Demon ranked last among the nineteen demons, he would not be solved so easily by himself?

Meng Qi originally thought that he had to draw his sword and fight a few moves to resolve the battle, but as soon as the Immortal Seal was used, the Iron Hand Demon became a fish on the table, allowing him to slaughter it.

After he felt strange, he stopped showing mercy and stabbed the Iron Hand Demon to death with a chopstick, so as to avoid capturing him alive and interrogating him about some conspiracy he shouldn't know, which would cause the big shots of Tianmen to kill him.

The revenge after killing the Iron Hand Demon and the enemies who came to kill him after knowing a conspiracy or secret, the two need to face enemies of different strengths.

There was silence on the deck, no one spoke, whether it was surprise or doubt, all eyes were focused on Meng Qi.

Meng Qi turned his head to look at the broken pot, and asked the sailor leader with a little apology: "Do you want to eat more?"

"No..." The sailor leader shook his head in fear.

He is not a cannibalistic evil ghost, he wants to eat fresh brains!

Meng Qi took out a piece of silver, handed it to the sailor leader, patted his clothes, and stood up slowly.

"My name is Zhou Junwang Ce. I am really sorry for causing trouble for you just now." Young Master Wang suppressed his surprise and looked back to normal. He came from a prominent family and had seen all kinds of masters. It was just that the one in front of him was a little too young and he wondered if he was someone on the human list.

He is considered outstanding among his peers in the Wang family, but because all his powerful enemies were killed by his old servant, his performance was not impressive and he was not on the rankings. He has been grudges about this. This time he returned home to talk to his doting mother. , replacing the old servant with a book boy, the disciples of the sect do not come out with "expert guards" like me, they all rely on their own hard work, so that they can have the effect of tempering.

Meng Qi returned the gesture: "It's not your fault, it's just the rampant evil spirits."

He is polite and has the appearance of a scholar.

Wang Ce nodded lightly, his expression was not arrogant but he was hiding himself. He said no more, and did not even ask Meng Qi's name. He turned to Shan Xiumei and said: "Miss Shan, why does the evil demon of Mie Tianmen want to deal with you? "

Most men will naturally be attracted to the elegant and fairy-like single eyebrows.

Shan Xiumei fought fiercely, her face was slightly red, and her eyes were full of admiration and gratitude as she looked at Wang Ce: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for saving me. I am very grateful, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

Sure enough, it was a normal plot after a hero saves a beauty. Meng Qi curled his lips and searched for things on the Iron Hand Demon's body. He found that there was nothing. There was no identity, no money, secret books, hidden weapons, etc.

From the beginning, he planned to eat the Overlord's meal. Could it be that all the money was on Huanxi Renmo? Meng Qi cursed.

Shan Xiumei continued: "Before, the Luo Sect was active in the mountains and rivers, which caused many people to speculate. The Mie Tianmen also invited the nearby Huanxi Demon and the Iron Hand Demon to come over. They took a fancy to the Qinshan Sword Sect's extraordinary stones. , wanted to plot to seize it, but happened to be bumped into by the little girl, ruining the good thing, so he hated the little girl, quietly followed the boat, and suddenly launched an attack today. "

Wang Ce enjoyed Shan Xiumei's eyes and nodded slightly: "I heard that the strange stone from the sky was thrown once. Was it when Zhang Zhihui, the 'Fire Sun Divine Palm', was present?"

He had a chance encounter with Zhang Zhihui, when he had a banquet with Wang Siyuan, the man who "counted all the people" in Jiangdong.

"Yes, it was thanks to the help of a Xiliang swordsman that we were able to snatch the strange stone from Luo Jiao." Shan Xiu's beautiful eyes peeked at Wang Ce with hidden admiration.

When Meng Qi heard this, he stopped and listened.

"The strength of this Xiliang swordsman who can snatch back the strange stone from Luo Jiao is really extraordinary. What level is he probably? He should be a famous swordsman, right?" Wang Ce asked curiously, and also used this to talk to Shan Xiumei. Have a chat.

Shan Xiumei thought about it: "It is said that he has four orifices, but most of his colleagues don't believe it. They all say that he has concealed his strength, at least six orifices. Luo Jiao's empty envoy is not an easy person to deal with."

"He called himself 'Xiaoyao Sword' and had no name in the world. After this incident, Zengxian Sect Hualun praised him for being a gentleman, chivalrous and courageous. He clearly had the opportunity to observe the strange rocks outside the sky for three days, but he drifted away, so he wandered around the mountains and rivers , and they all call him 'Junzijian'."

Meng Qi's face turned black and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. If you don't know how to choose a nickname, don't give it one!

Wang Dan and Wang Dan returned to their seats, each talked about some interesting experiences, and got along well with each other.

Meng Qi lost his mood, returned to the cabin, put aside his emotions, and concentrated on practicing the Purple Thunder Power and pondering the Purple Thunder Sword Technique.

The true energy was flowing, slowly moving along the path of Zi Lei Jin, and Meng Qi was in a state of ethereal inner vision, with no worries, no joy, no expectations, no disappointments.

When the purple thunder power was about to run for a week, purple thunder marks stood out on the back of his left hand, and a trace of electricity blended into the true energy.

Really helpful! This was Meng Qi's first attempt to practice Purple Thunder Power after pondering for more than half a month. He didn't expect Lei Hen's assistance to be so obvious!

With it, he feels like a half-Thunder God, and practicing Purple Thunder Power will get twice the result with half the effort!

Wisps of true energy transformed into purple "electric light", so fierce and domineering that even though it belonged to him, Meng Qi felt the terror within.

He gathered his mind, and after running the eight or nine numbers, he slowly condensed the purple thunder energy, condensed it into a thread, and hid it in his dantian.

This is a means to apply the method instead of majoring in the method, so as not to conflict with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique and the Golden Bell Cover Zhenqi.

Boom!

The slight sound of the deck reached Meng Qi's ears.

What's going on? He finished his exercise and went out with his sword in hand. The white snow outside reflected the moonlight, and everything was cold and quiet.

Meng Qi searched for a while and found a man near the deck. His clothes were in tatters and covered with dark blood.

"Young Master Tang?" Meng Qi recognized him as the Young Master Tang who had been assassinated before. Unexpectedly, he survived after being stabbed in the throat. He might have been hiding at the bottom of the boat, or he might have been holding on to the hull.

Meng Qi hurried over and was about to help him heal his wounds when he saw Mr. Tang's eyes widened and tears streaming down his face. There was pleading in his eyes, but he was no longer breathing.

It turned out that he climbed up to the deck after regaining his consciousness, and died before anyone could find him... Meng Qi leaned down and looked at the things on Mr. Tang's body.