Chapter 6 Huang Rong is so pitiful
Hmph!
With Chu Pingsheng’s cold snort.
Wang Chu suddenly felt that it was difficult, and Fu Chen seemed unable to grasp the spear.
What a great strength. Let’s just say that Ma Yu, who has the most exquisite internal strength among the seven Quanzhen disciples, is nothing more than this.
The onlookers around him didn't know Yang Kang's identity, but he knew it well. Even if he was the young prince of the Jin Kingdom and practiced sinister kung fu, he was still a master and apprentice. How could he be killed by others after he was loyal and good?
At the critical moment, Wang Chu withdrew his strength, used the force to move forward, and struck out with a frost-breaking palm move.
He had seen it clearly in the audience just now, and knew that the scholar in green robe had practiced martial arts to the top, so he used 60% of his strength in this palm, which was intended to hurt the enemy but not to kill him.
Of course, it would be better if the green-robed scholar turned aside to dodge, which would not only relieve Yang Kang of his surroundings, but also interrupt the tense atmosphere in the arena and give everyone a chance to breathe and talk.
The idea was good, but Chu Ping remained motionless and let the palm force hit his shoulder.
Not to mention that he couldn't avoid it without the foundation of martial arts. Even if he had the ability to hide, he never thought of hiding.
Wang Chu felt his palm come into contact with a force that was both hard and soft. His frost-breaking ice palm, which was famous for its sharpness, could not be broken. He was horrified. Just when he was about to add 30% more force, he suddenly I saw a cloud of dark wind emerging, like a living thing, circling up my fingers, drilling into the meridians through the acupuncture points, rushing away the energy accumulated in my palms, and the pain was excruciating for a moment.
What a domineering evil technique!
Just now when he saw the two fighting in the audience, he thought that the gray energy lingering on Yang Kang's hand was caused by the poison of the Nine Yin White Bone Claws. Unexpectedly, it was not the case. Yang Kang was possessed by the scholar in green robe. road.
It is true that evil has its own evil ways. There is no most evil way, only more evil ways.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind in the flash of lightning. Chu Pingsheng was not interested in waiting for him to figure it out before flicking his spear.
"Let go!"
Wang Chuyi's left palm was almost paralyzed, and the true energy in his body was out of control and running wild. Naturally, he was unable to maintain it. He couldn't hold the whisk, and was knocked off the ring.
Chu Pingsheng was about to draw his gun and stab him again, thinking that as his son-in-law, he could help clean up the Yang family.
Actually, he didn’t know what Mu Nianci was thinking. He was worried that the girl would fall in love with Yang Kang, so he might as well shoot him to death to avoid future troubles. The heroes of the Song Dynasty killed the gold thief young prince. No one could say anything, but the sight of him Heng, when he saw the scene ahead, he was stunned.
Guo Jing was seen holding his right hand behind his back, half-kneeling on the ground with a painful look on his face. Next to him was Yang Kang, who looked like he was constipated and had a sinister look on his face.
He turned his head and saw their entangled palms, and understood.
Yang Kang regarded Guo Jing as a host to dilute the toxicity, and wanted to use his internal power to force the Qi Jue Shadowless Evil into the latter's body.
In fact, it is normal. Not to mention that Yang Kang has never seen a poisonous evil spirit like a living creature. Even Wang Chuyi, one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons who has been walking around for many years, is also confused. The little prince is so selfish. With a self-interested and vicious character, how could he take Jiang Hu Cao Mang's life seriously? As long as there is a chance of detoxification, any sacrifice is worth it.
Oh, the martial arts version of the farmer and the snake!
This is none of my business, it's just you brothers who are fighting against each other and hurting each other.
Wait a minute...
After Chu Pingsheng finished sighing, he suddenly thought of the consequences of this incident. Yang Kang had killed Guo Jing, so Huang Rong... wouldn't he be a widow?
It’s too pitiful.
“Master Chu, be careful.”
He suddenly heard Mu Nianci's reminder coming from behind him. Before he could wake up, he felt a chill in his lower back and something hit him. He subconsciously grabbed his back, held a pair of iron pens, and looked back. , and found that the person who attacked was short in stature, with sharp eyes, and wore a forehead protector on his head.
Isn’t this Thousand-Handed Man Tu Peng Lianhu, one of Wanyan Honglie’s five masters?
Qiang, Qiang.
I heard the sound of two more cymbals. Not far away, a monk wearing a red cassock and holding a pair of cymbals forced Yang Tiexin back and slapped him directly on the top of his head.
Master Lingzhi, the Great Lama of the Western Regions, is also here...
Chu Pingsheng did not dodge. He leaned back slightly and faced the cymbal with a headbutt.
Just listen to a thud. The wise master was stunned because he had never thought that someone would do such a thing.
At this moment, there was a recoil force in the palm of my hand, which shocked my wrist until it was numb. I took two steps back before releasing the force. I turned my head and saw the green robe. The scholar chuckled.
What a powerful iron head skill.
Master Lingzhi was not only surprised, but also found it unbelievable. How could such a powerful figure in the world come to be? Even if he is as strong as the four martial arts masters, he would not dare to bump his head against his cymbal.
The two of them saw that Yang Kang was in danger as soon as they arrived. They had no idea what had just happened. As a result, they kicked the iron plate. It was obviously a sneak attack, but it turned into a head-on confrontation.
Thousand-Hand Man Tu Peng Lianhu wanted to take the opportunity to draw his weapon, but he didn't know that not only was the stab ineffective, but his strength was not as good as the enemy's. The pair of iron judge pens in his hand were accidentally knocked away by brute force.
Seeing that the empty door behind the scholar was revealed again, his face darkened and he kicked it.
At this time, Wang Chuyi, who fell off the stage, was shocked that even the martial arts master who was holding a weapon could not defeat the green-robed scholar. At the same time, he became angry and shouted: "No, he is poisonous."
Unfortunately it's still too late.
Peng Lianhu kicked Chu Pingsheng in the back. His original intention was to use his strength to regain the weapon, and he did not intend to injure the enemy. After all, even the iron and iron judge's pen could not break through the opponent's defense, let alone his fists and kicks.
Unexpectedly, a burst of gray energy broke out in the soles of my feet and went up along my trouser legs.
With a muffled groan.
Peng Lianhu fell down, rolling on the ground holding his right leg with a face full of pain.
Chu Pingsheng didn't even look behind him. He held the Iron Judge pen in his hand, opened his bow from left to right, and used it as a javelin to shoot at Master Lingzhi.
Qiang, Qiang.
The monk waved his copper cymbal to fight. Although he blocked the flying objects, his hands were sore from the shock and blood oozed from the tiger's mouth.
What is the origin of that boy? He has practiced Kung Fu all over the body and is invulnerable to weapons and fists. He actually has the power of a bullfight. He can't fight in this fight.
While Master Lingzhi was thinking about it, Chu Pingsheng suddenly clapped his palm.
If you continue to fight like this head-on, sooner or later the copper cymbals will be taken away by him like Peng Lianhu's Iron Judge Pen. When your spiritual wisdom and people's hearts change, are you the only one who knows how to use poison? This great lama knows how to do it, so he throws the cymbal away, uses the iron sand palm for which he is famous, and points it hard with the little finger of his index finger pointing outward and the middle finger of his ring finger pointing in.
The two palms met and they fell into a stalemate.
Master Lingzhi opened his eyes and bared his teeth, furiously stimulating his internal energy.
Chu Pingsheng turned his head and glanced: "You have learned so much, what is this? Very six plus seven? Or is it the love of Kato Taka?"
Master Lingzhi almost took a bite The old blood spurted out.
Very six plus seven? Kato Taka's love?
This is the wrathful seal of our Tantra!
And he was confused because he couldn't even open his mouth. How could the scholar in blue robe still have the energy to joke?
How did he know that Chu Pingsheng didn't understand internal strength at all, and his defensive power came from the [Mahayana Bliss Demonic Body]. Not to mention joking during the confrontation, he could drive a Ferrari without any problem.
“You should have it cut off too.”
Chu Pingsheng noticed something strange behind him, and released the remaining poison in his body, forcing Master Lingzhi back, and turned to look at Yang Kang.
Guo Jing was lying in the corner of the ring, breathing heavily with pain on his face.
There was a graceful and noble woman beside Yang Kang, who kept calling "Kang'er". Liang Ziweng, an old weirdo of ginseng immortal who was proficient in medical skills, was holding a bunch of jade bottles in his hands, with a tangled face, as if he didn't want to. Know what to feed the young prince to ease the pain.
Yang Tiexin, who was injured by Master Lingzhi, walked forward with heavy steps with the support of Mu Nianci, murmuring: "Xi Ruo, is it you?"
Chu Pingsheng shook his head, the original plot... collapsed.
(End of this chapter)