Chapter 32 Yuan Moer’s unique martial arts skills
“Hello, please drink this nectar. This is the rule of our Fulong Village. It is non-toxic, feel free to taste it!”
Xin Zhuo looked at it In front of him, there was a female head catcher who was dressed in a navy blue uniform, with fringed black gauze, and a long knife on her waist. She had a slim figure, a slightly thin mouth, a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and an aggressive look in her eyes.
Three words come to mind: Pu Xin Nu!
Judging from the blood energy fluctuations, he is only at the eighth level, but he unabashedly displays a vain self-confidence. This has nothing to do with the majesty of the government and is purely a personal performance.
Of course, he still has a very good attitude towards potential sacrifices, like a hotel manager, showing six big white teeth.
"Okay!"
Yuan Mo'er couldn't understand the smile on his face, but he agreed readily and acted skillfully. He picked up the broken bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Chen Jing, the head catcher, is mature and prudent, which makes people speechless.
He just put down the broken bowl and spat: "Head Xin doesn't know how to treat guests. This water is hard to drink, just like the water from an old well has dried up!"
That's not it! The old well is dry?
"Ah, it will be changed next time. May I ask this head catcher, what is the most important thing in life? This is about the torture and deletion of Miss Su."
Xin Zhuo glanced at the bamboo sitting next to him Since Chen Jing came down from the mountain, Su Miaojin fell into a state of silence, and then she still said the same thing.
"Of course..." Yuan Moer pondered for a moment. There are many most important things in life, and those that belong to you are all important. If you have to make a choice...
She He said calmly: "Nature is my martial arts. Art and an innocent body, martial arts are one's own destiny, and an innocent body is a woman's virtue, and the same is true for Miss Su."
She finally looked at Su Miaojin, this is actually. Her kindness pointed out that Miss Su should not be offended.
Su Miaojin glanced back, her expression unclear and without the slightest hint of gratitude.
I want your martial arts and integrity? It was a bit wretched, Xin Zhuo said: "I want your martial arts in exchange for a torture to Miss Su. I will not let you teach this martial arts, but you must swear that it belongs to me, no problem?"
Yuan Mo'er doesn't understand Xin Zhuo's logic, but she is a pure warrior. She doesn't bother to ask what she doesn't understand, and she can't teach him anyway: "Yes!"
"Please Establish evidence!”
“Okay!”
Yuan Mo'er simply wrote a line of beautiful small characters.
Xin Zhuo summoned "Wang Yue Well" energetically, and sure enough, there was an extra sacrifice spirit. The spirit of the contract in Wang Yue Well was really reliable. As evidenced by the words, it appeared immediately.
【Sacrifice to the spirits: 8/15. 】
【Yuan Mo'er: Debt 77, 21 years old, life expectancy 33, eighth grade, average appearance, conceited, simple.
The True Secret of Three-Yuan Miaotong: Mahayana.
Lingfeng Miaowu: Mahayana.
Nine-position Tiger Claws: Hinayana.
Nine consecutive rain-breaking knives: Hinayana. 】
There are many techniques, the names are not bad, and they are at least proficient in Hinayana. No wonder he is extremely confident.
Grab:
Yuehua:55/100.
[Mahayana’s Three-Yuan Miao Tong Zhen Jue]
[Mahayana’s Wonderful Dance in the Wind]
[Stable Eighth Grade Realm]
This...
They were supposed to grab the eight shared sacrificial spirits together, but the other six people and one dog were blocked, and they actually grabbed three abilities from one sacrificial spirit.
Could it be that "Wangyuejing" judged that the single-minded method and lightness skill of this female head catcher were extremely desirable?
This is an unexpected surprise!
I already have the True Yang Mind Technique. Logically speaking, it is impossible to temporarily change the skills. I can only merge the two mental techniques, Qing Gong and Eighth Stage Absorption!
Stretch out your finger and tap the well, and tap the [True Yang Heart Technique] to create a whirlpool.
I felt as if most of the strength that originally existed in my body had been drained out of me all at once, leaving me feeling limp and weak.
Fusion:
Yuehua: 45/100.
[Three Yuan True Yang Supreme Mind Technique]
[The Windy Dance of Mahayana] [The Stable Eighth Grade Realm]
Taking a breath, this abnormal mental method finally does not contain the word "dog". Otherwise, the whole person will look like a dog, how can he go out to hang out?
Absorption:
There is an indescribable soreness and numbness in the body, like the bite of insects, the acupoints, muscles and bones are constantly squirming, and it is extremely painful.
[Well Owner: Xin Zhuo]
[Realm: Eighth level, two out of seven enter the next seventh level]
......
[Dharma: Three Yuan True Yang Supremacy Heart Method]
[Skill: Chaos Order Dog-like knife skills that humans cannot fathom,
Three-injury Zhiyang Fist that moves like a dog in a series of flowing water
Mahayana Lingfeng Wonderful Dance of Qinggong】
After Yuan Moer finished writing the note, he stepped back, but saw Xin Zhuo sometimes raising his hand, sometimes thinking deeply, as if staring at something, and finally there was a trace of pain on his face. color.
This made her extremely shocked. She subconsciously looked at Su Miaojin, seeking the answer. Could this kid have epilepsy?
Su Miaojin frowned slightly, also not knowing why. Chen Jing lost to Xin Zhuo's fist earlier, which puzzled her because Chen Jing had no reason to lose.
So she was thinking seriously about Xin Zhuo, what kind of master taught him, and what kind of character he had?
Therefore, she couldn't give Yuan Mo'er an answer, so she had to shake her head slightly.
Yuan Moer's heart moved slightly. This was a good opportunity. He moved his feet slightly and was close to the space between Su Miaojin and Xin Zhuo. His right hand touched the handle of the knife.
At this moment, Xin Zhuo's body suddenly shook with an invisible wave.
“Bang!”
The broken bowl filled with water, preserved fruits, and candied fruits were rushed off the table and fell to the floor. Two signed documents flew in the air.
What the hell kind of energy fluctuation is this?
Yuan Moer felt awe-struck in his heart and did not dare to act rashly. He could not help but return to his original position with an awkward smile on his face: "Master Xin, I heard that your Excellency has become crazy in martial arts. Not only is your sword skills mysterious, but your boxing skills are also amazing. It’s also amazing. I don’t know how to do Qinggong. I’m not talented, so I’d like to try it out.” Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to answer, Wu Feng, a bureaucracy robe, shook automatically, and his body seemed to be lifted a little inexplicably, becoming light and airy: "Use the mountain village as the base, go around three times, and the first one to return is the winner."< br>
As he said that, his body was like a graceful dance, he blinked and came to Su Miaojin's side, walked around in a circle, and suddenly arrived in the courtyard.
Su Miaojin immediately clenched her fists, grabbed something, raised her spirits, and looked at Xin Zhuo, her beautiful eyes full of hope.
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a moment. He didn't know what these catchers were doing. Why did they always want to compete with him? But he also wanted to try his new "stolen" self-reduction skills.
According to the method in his mind, the clothes automatically touched the ground without any wind, stood up, and chased after him while dancing.
The look in Su Miaojin's eyes disappeared little by little, and turned into despair.
This little thief is actually very good at lightness kung fu?
Get up and go out quickly.
In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang raised their heads and were watching the two figures one behind the other, their mouths slightly open, with a look of surprise on their faces.
Chen Jing's defeat earlier gave them a great shock. After all, the technique was mysterious and too difficult to practice. It was a super "torture" and destruction of the body, coupled with pain and suffering. It's hard for most people to tolerate.
They clearly saw the horror of Chen Jing's boxing skills, but they ended up vomiting blood and were defeated cleanly by the master's fists.
The head of the family is only sixteen years old, and he is outstanding in swordsmanship and boxing skills.
They even suspected that the master secretly hid secrets and refused to teach them, and suffered from the same problem as the master.
Now even Qinggong is so strong?
"I want to be the wife of the head of the family and drink his spirit every day!" Han Qiniang clenched her fists, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.
"Shut up! You're talking nonsense! Why drink Lingjin!" Cui Ying'er subconsciously reprimanded.
Yuan Moer, who was flying and climbing on the eaves with a blurry figure, began to think about how to take the opportunity to sneak attack and injure Xin Zhuo. After all, Qinggong competition could not hurt anyone.
Yes, she is very confident!
If he were a sixty-year-old bandit, she might be afraid of him, but she would never believe that a sixteen-year-old boy could be proficient in various martial arts. Is he still a human being?
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed past him, running very fast.
(End of this chapter)