Chapter 208 Not convinced? Then I’ll beat you until you’re convinced!
Lost? !
He wiped the corner of his mouth with his backhand and looked down at the scarlet color in his palm.
Yang Fang looked full of disbelief.
Since I came down from the mountain, I have competed with others dozens of times and almost never lost.
Even when he was in the hands of the master of the Golden Knife Sect, he managed to withstand more than thirty moves. In the end, he relied on his youth and strength to win, forcefully dragging the opponent into the water and narrowly winning two moves.
But today.
He was knocked off his horse without even touching Kunlun's clothes.
For him, who has always been proud, it is really unacceptable.
“Come again!”
Take a deep breath.
Suppress the blood rising in your throat.
Yang Fang’s wrist holding the magic whip shook.
The originally dark and deep body of the whip suddenly became shiny, and the inscribed Taoist inscriptions appeared word by word, as if ignited by the internal refining energy.
A low drink.
The disbelief in Yang Fang's eyes was completely covered by a strong fighting spirit.
“Are you coming?”
“Is this kid crazy?!”
“This...should I stop him, or inform the shopkeeper?”
Seeing him boosting his energy and whip, he tried to charge into the formation again.
The faces of the people around him suddenly became ugly.
With their martial arts cultivation and sharp eyesight, it is not difficult to see that Kunlun did not kill them all before, but held back a hand. Otherwise, how could he have any chance now?
It’s just that the shopkeeper is not here at the moment.
The guys can only turn their attention to the red girl and Huamaguai.
As for Uncle Fish.
As usual, he sat in the corner, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and slowly basked in the sun.
It seems that he knows nothing about the situation here.
"Knapper, look?"
See this scene.
Especially Kunlun's increasingly stern face, Miss Hong couldn't help but feel a little worried.
This guy is also very reckless.
If enough is enough, we can still live in peace. Such persistent stalking has made him really angry, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to end even if he continues to fight to the death.
Looked sideways at Huamaguai.
However, completely different from her worries, Huamaguai calmed down at this moment and shook her head meaningfully.
“What?”
The red girl was slightly startled.
“Hong Gu, don’t you understand yet?”
“With the skills of the shopkeeper, do you think you can hide the big and small things inside and outside Zhuangzi from his eyes?”
Huamaguai shook his head and whispered.
As soon as I heard this.
The red girl finally noticed.
Calmly, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Guanyun Tower.
Although there were still nearly a hundred steps between them, and there were ancient trees and tall buildings with eaves and brackets covering them, she could still see the two blurry figures behind the roof window at a glance.
"Brother Chen, don't you plan to go downstairs and take a look?"
Seeing that the two were about to fight in close quarters again, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but frown slightly.
He has been in retreat for some time.
I have only met Yang Fang a few times, and I don’t know much about him. I only know that he studied under Jin Abacus.
After a few meetings, Yang Fang's youthful and energetic energy made him suddenly see the shadow of his youth.
However.
His current behavior makes Partridge Whistle slightly dissatisfied.
Martial arts competition, point to point.
And not admitting defeat have two different meanings.
“No hurry.”
Chen Yulou shook his head.
How could he not see the current situation?
But the reason why he didn't stop him was to use Kunlun's hand to give the boy a good beating.
Yang Fang is definitely a good player.
But he is too arrogant, domineering and arrogant.
If you give it a try, you might be able to recruit him.
Nowadays, there is no shortage of people on Changsheng Mountain, but there is a shortage of talents.
Wouldn't it be a pity to miss this martial arts seedling that has been delivered to your door?
Since the death of Zhang San Lianzi, geniuses have emerged in this era, but no one can overpower the current generation.
Now there are three brothers and sisters from Kunlun, Hongnuo and Youbishan, but it is not enough.
Cui Laodao, Zhang Jiuyi, Sishenbajue.
They are all top-notch players.
If they can all be brought under his command, the strength of Changsheng Mountain will definitely increase a lot.
Seeing his leisurely and unhurried expression, Partridge Whistle immediately understood that he had his own opinion and said no more, just leaning on the railing with his hands behind his back and looking away.
Brush——
Lakeside.
Yang Fang is as fast as lightning.
Almost instantly.
The talismans on the divine whip circulated, tearing the air, and headed straight for Kunlun.
Seeing this, Kunlun's last bit of patience was finally worn away. What he thought was a duel was to determine the winner or loser with one move, and then go their separate ways without getting involved any more.
But he didn’t expect that the other party would be so unruly.
Not only did he have no intention of stopping.
On the contrary, it became more and more fierce.
You can tell by the roar of the wind above the head that Yang Fang must have used all his strength.
He frowned.
Kunlun raised his foot and lightly kicked the tip of the euphorbia standing on the ground.
It doesn’t seem to be using much force.
But there was a sudden clang from the euphorbia.
It twisted in mid-air, like an arrow leaving the string.
"This..."
See this scene.
The old foreigner couldn't help but feel shocked.
He is good at archery, especially after getting the dragon's bow. During this period, his archery skills have improved by leaps and bounds, entering an unprecedented state.
Even after Senior Brother Partridge Post observed.
He also lamented that his achievements in archery had surpassed those of the previous generations of Banshan Taoists.
But at this moment...seeing Kunlun using his arms as a bow and the halberd as an arrow, for a moment, he felt a sense of enlightenment.
Can arrows still be used like this?
Buzz!
The spurge burst out of the sky.
Kunlun took one step forward, the tall figure stood up and grabbed the handle of the halberd.
Even the euphorbia seemed unable to withstand the terrifying force in his hand. Between the head and the tail, it bent bit by bit, like a strong bow that was stretched into a full moon.
The accumulated strength in it made even the euphorbia tremble.
"Bang——"
His eyes were cold.
The euphorbia in hand was bent with a bow and photographed.
There was only a loud bang, and the euphorbia and the iron whip collided instantly. Yang Fang felt a huge force like a collapse of the sky coming, and the pain in his wrist instantly swept through his body.
The Divine Whip was almost knocked out of his hand by Kunlun's halberd.
It's hard to hold on to.
But the next wave of offensive has already followed.
Kunlun didn't give him a chance to react at all.
The spurge, which weighed dozens of kilograms, was waving in the wind in his hand without any feeling of sluggishness.
Pick, stab, chop, tease.
The cold stars are dotted, the silver light is shining, and splashing water can't get in.
One move is faster than the other.
It was like a violent storm.
The pressure made Yang Fang breathless.
The figure was swaying, and the moves that he had already memorized by heart became more and more messy. His face was pale, and his wrists seemed to be filled with lead. Every swing required countless efforts.
On the other hand, look at Kunlun on the opposite side.
But it seems that he has not even used all his strength.
Just waving the big halberd coldly, with a steady pace and calm breath, it doesn't look like a fight at all, just strolling in the garden, taking it at your fingertips.
Bang!
Finally.
Seeing that his whole body's aura was completely chaotic.
His face is as white as gold paper.
Kunlun was too lazy to continue fighting. He swiped the big halberd in his hand, like thunder on the ground. Yang Fang was caught off guard, so he could only forcefully stimulate his energy and blood, and hurriedly raised the magic whip to block outside his body.
It’s just...
Such a huge force.
How could he stop it?
Amidst the dull and loud bang, others were like a small boat in the tide.
The figure keeps shaking.
Immediately, I stumbled, my knees went weak and I almost fell to the ground.
Forcibly taking a breath, Yang Fang held the magic whip in his backhand and struck it on the ground. He bowed and removed most of his strength, and then managed to stabilize himself.
Brush——
But the next moment.
A bone-deep chill has hit my face.
Yang Fang looked down and realized that it was a spurge.
The polished and extremely sharp halberd tip was as cold as snow, illuminating him so hard that he could hardly open his eyes.
What's even more terrifying is the murderous intent contained in the spurge.
Just being there gave him a feeling of tearing through his bones.
Looking up along the spurge.
Kunlun held the handle of the halberd with one hand, and there was a chill in his seemingly calm eyes.
“I’ll say it again.”
"You lost!" I felt the shock in Yang Fang's expression.
Kunlun's mood was like water, without any excitement or excitement.
His practice has never been for showing off or competing with others. For him, martial arts and kung fu are killing skills.
If it weren’t for the fact that he is the shopkeeper’s guest.
Yang Fang is now dead.
"Yes..."
Yang Fang smiled bitterly.
The sweetness in my throat has turned into a strong fishy smell.
At this point, if you still don’t admit it, the last fig leaf will be torn off.
Yang Fang has his own pride.
He can refuse to admit defeat, but he will never allow himself to fall into this situation.
“I lost!”
Swallow the blood in my throat.
Yang Fang sat down on the ground, supported himself with the magic whip, and nodded.
Although the loss in today's battle was a bit ugly, it was definitely the most enjoyable one since he came down the mountain, even though the whole process was a one-sided crushing.
I beat myself so hard that I could hardly lift my head.
But it is only by fighting against such masters that you can improve your own martial arts path.
Otherwise, what's the use of sparring with those guys who are half full of water?
Seeing his clear eyes and magnanimous expression, he showed no resentment.
Kunlun withdrew the spurge with a swipe.
Back behind me again.
"Kunlun, you haven't had enough fun today. How about you let me rest for a few days and fight again?"
Hearing this, Kunlun, who was about to get up and cross over, couldn't help but frown.
Although he never used all his strength.
But it also used 60-70%.
The average person who suffers such a serious injury will need to rest for at least several months to recover, not to mention lying down for a year and a half.
“Don’t worry, I’m thick-skinned and can’t be beaten.”
Seeing Kunlun staring at him.
Yang Fang was not angry at all for being defeated. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and grinned.
"It's up to you."
Kunlun looked indifferent.
"Don't follow me, I still have to look at you, otherwise it will be too troublesome to have to look for shopkeeper Chen every time."
"No trouble..."
Yang Fang finished speaking.
A gentle laughter suddenly came from a distance.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads.
Only then did I realize that two figures were approaching hand in hand not far away.
“The shopkeeper.”
“The boss.”
"Shopkeeper Chen."
Chen Yulou nodded, his eyes swept over Old Shen and Huzi, nodded, and then moved his eyes back to Yang Fang.
"Brother Yang Fang, are you satisfied with today's discussion?"
"Satisfied, so satisfied with Shopkeeper Chen."
The two leaders faced each other, even though Yang Fang has a proud personality , didn't dare to hold it, grinned and nodded, using the magic whip to get up.
However, Chen Yulou waved his hand to stop him.
Throw it backhand at the same time.
A slight sound broke through the air. Yang Fang subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it. He opened his palm and looked down. Only then did he realize that it was a pill that was as clear as jade.
“This is a healing pill made by Junior Sister Hua Ling.”
“Brother Yang Fang, take it as soon as possible and there will be no hidden wounds.”
Seeing his curious look, Chen Yulou explained softly.
"That's it..."
Yang Fang's eyes suddenly lit up.
No wonder that just by putting it in your nose and smelling it, there is a refreshing medicinal fragrance filling the air.
I immediately stopped talking and swallowed it in one gulp.
Pingshan and Zhelongshan fought twice.
In addition to the bright weapons, the biggest gain is the precious medicine that grows in them.
Century-old elixirs can promote spiritual practice and are carefully collected by Chen Yulou in jade boxes. Those decades-old elixirs are made from flower spirits into powders or pills.
This is the one in his hand at this moment.
It is the healing medicine of the Qishan lineage.
As soon as the pill enters the abdomen.
Yang Fang immediately felt a warm medicinal power slowly dissipate, his originally chaotic aura quickly returned to calm, and his face, as pale as gold paper, gradually gained color.
Cooperate with meditation and breathing.
It only took less than a moment.
He felt a lot looser. He tried to lift the whip, but he no longer felt powerless.
"What a good thing."
"Shopkeeper Chen, can you please give me a few more?"
Feeling the amazing effect of the pills, Yang Fang's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but look at Chen Yu corridor.
“Hahaha, if Brother Yang Fang wants it, it’s not a problem, but...”
“Shopkeeper Chen, my pocket is cleaner than my face, so money can only be used temporarily. I owe it.”
"No, no, Brother Yang Fang is overthinking it. This little money is not taken seriously by Chen."
Chen Yulou waved his hand.
This guy is really interesting.
Anyone else would never dare to talk to me like this.
Hearing this, Yang Fang breathed a sigh of relief. During this period of living in Zhuangzi, he could see the wealth of the Chen family with his own eyes. As shopkeeper Chen said, this little money is really nothing. .
"However, this treasure medicine was made by Junior Sister Hua Ling and does not belong to Chen. Therefore, we have to ask Brother Dao."
I saw Chen Yulou throwing the anchor head on himself.
Partridge Whistle couldn’t help feeling helpless.
Having been with him for so long, how could you not hear the hidden meaning in his words?
It was clearly an attempt to win over.
It's just an excuse.
"Shou Yang, you can't write two characters "Yang" in one stroke. We might have been the same family five hundred years ago. Otherwise, I couldn't afford it at a discount."
Yang Fang is still young after all.
I didn’t hear what Chen Yulou meant.
Just looked at Partridge Whistle with a smile.
"Brother Yang is joking, when have you ever heard of me moving mountains to seek wealth?"
"...It seems so."
Yang Fang was startled.
He has been traveling around the world for several years.
Especially when I was with the master and listened to him talk about the various sects, I had heard rumors that people would fight against others just to get the pill.
"What do you mean by Leader Yang?"
"Brother Chen and I are going to Wuku Temple to meet Elder Chen in the next few days. Since Brother Yang Fang is a senior disciple of Jin Abacus, how about leading the way for us? ?”
Partridge Whistle’s eyes flickered and he said calmly.
"Wuku Temple? Elder Liaochen?!"
Yang Fang looked stunned.
"Brother Yang, don't you know?"
Yang Fang scratched his head. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere and had some impression of it, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"Then Brother Yang should know about Feitian Suanni, right?"
Seeing that his brows were furrowed and he was thinking hard and didn't look like he was faking it, Chen Yulou was a little surprised at first.
But then I thought about it.
Since the death of Zhang Xiaozhuan, their brothers and sisters parted ways. Jin Abacus walked alone on both sides of the Yellow River, while Feitian Suanni and Tie Motou went to the Luoyang area. Sun Guo, with Yin Yang Eyes, went around observing stars, acupoints, and fortune telling.
He died after being hit by a door nail in Tie Mo Tou.
The senior brothers have never met each other.
So, it seems reasonable that Yang Fang didn't know that Feitian Suanni went to Wuku Temple to become a monk and assumed the name of Elder Chen.
“Of course you know this, uncle.”
Yang Fang nodded.
He didn’t know how many times he had heard this name from his master.
When I went down the mountain and walked around the rivers and lakes, I was actually ordered by my master to find three uncles and uncles.
"Elder Liaochen is actually Feitian Suanni."
"What...what?!"
Yang Fang, who was still reminiscing, was stunned for an instant.
How is this possible?
According to the master, there are four brothers in their lineage, and only uncle Jin has the true inheritance of his master.
Both his kung fu skills and his ability to find the dragon's acupoints are far superior to the three of them.
He is destined to take over the mantle of master Zhang Sanlianzi and become the leader of the gold-making sect. How could he become a monk by becoming a monk?
"Brother Yang, if you don't believe it."
"It will be clear to you when you go to Wuku Temple."
Chen Yulou shook his head, signaling for him to calm down.
Yang Fang rubbed his eyebrows vigorously and felt a buzzing in his head. He finally calmed down and agreed.
“Okay!”
"Just tell me when shopkeeper Chen will set off. Master, he has been talking about his uncle. Now that there is news about him, I will definitely go to see him."
Seeing that the matter has been decided. .
Chen Yulou said no more, just letting him rest in peace and recuperate.
Then he walked straight towards Old Shen.
"Shopkeeper, this is Master Shen who taught me Qixingheng Kung Fu. This time..."
Seeing the shopkeeper step forward, Kunlun quickly followed and introduced.
However, his words have not yet finished.
Chen Yulou smiled and looked at Huzi hiding in Old Shen's arms.
"Master Shen is born with a congenital deficiency and the cold energy affects the five meridians. How about leaving it to Chen?"
(End of this chapter)