Yan Qing didn't know there was something hidden in Gao Qian's words, so he also cupped his fists and raised his hands: "Please."

The two sides started fighting, but within a few moves, Yan Qing found Gao Qian's flaw. He grabbed Gao Qian's arm and threw it hard.

Gao Qian fell solidly to the ring, and Yan Qing took the opportunity to hit him with another kick. Gao Qian was very familiar with this routine. He used his chest to catch Yan Qing's kick like a heavy axe, and hugged Yan Qing's legs with both hands.

Yan Qing didn't care about this either. His strength was not as good as Gao Qian's, but his body was as strong as a tiger, as strong as a horse, as light as a swallow, and as spirited as a snake.

After being hit so many times, even if he took two punches from Gao Qian, he could still escape unscathed just by relying on his muscle contraction.

Yan Qing's right hamstring contracted and twitched outward like a snake. She was about to get rid of Gao Qian's restraint, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

When his boxing skills reach this level, it may be a bit exaggerated to say that Kazuha can't do it, but the senses throughout his body are indeed extremely sharp.

As soon as the sharp dagger touched the skin of Yan Qing's leg, he immediately noticed something was wrong. The contracted muscles in the leg suddenly bulged and then contracted again.

In the blink of an eye, the muscles on Yan Qing's legs completed extremely complex changes in hardness and softness, and although the force of their swaying and bouncing only exploded within a few inches.

If it had been anyone else, he would have been directly ejected by the subtle change in power on Yan Qing's legs.

Gao Qian was very familiar with Yan Qing. He knew that Yan Qing's boxing skills were superb and always had various subtle changes that were unexpected.

He used all his strength on the dagger in his hand. No matter how Yan Qing's legs jumped, they could not withstand his tyrannical power.

The foot-long sharp blade penetrated Yan Qing's calf. When Yan Qing's leg hurt, he didn't dare to use any force. He dropped his elbows and hit Gao Qian's head hard.

If you want to run away now, you won't be able to escape. You can only survive if you try your best to deal with Gao Qian first.

As a boxing master, Yan Qing's reaction was impeccable. But he met Gao Qian, who was like a king.

Gao Qian allowed Yan Qing to hit her head with both elbows, and with the dagger of his left hand, he cut Yan Qing's calf from the middle.

Such a serious injury completely crippled Yan Qing's calf. Yan Qing was also trembling with pain, her hands were weak, and she became sluggish.

Gao Qian did not let go. He stabbed the dagger upwards along the legs, along Yan Qing's lower abdomen and chest.

In terms of speed, he is not slower than Yan Qing, but he has no chance to use it at all.

Yan Qing's body suddenly became sluggish, and she gave Gao Qian a chance.

"Chi chi chi..."

In the blink of an eye, Gao Qian had stabbed Yan Qing more than ten times in a row, all of the stabbing places were the liver, spleen, heart and other vital organs.

Yan Qing's beautiful tattoos were all covered in blood. He looked at Gao Qian blankly with complicated eyes.

The main reason is that in the past ten days or so, Gao Qian has been brave and tenacious in his style. No matter how many times he was knocked down, he could grit his teeth and stand up to fight again without flinching.

Yan Qing didn't expect this fierce guy to suddenly use a dagger. This was too insidious.

Although his boxing skills are far superior to Gao Qian's, his body is much more fragile than Gao Qian's. If he misses a move, he will have no chance again.

"Ashamed, ashamed."

Gao Qian looked apologetic and bowed with his fists clasped: "In urgent matters, follow authority, Mr. Yan, don't blame me."

Yan Qing couldn't say anything. As the light in his eyes became dim and blurred, his body quickly turned into a ball of nine-pointed cyan starlight.

"Attack strength is not as good as fleshiness, and agility is not as good as health. Netizens are not going to bully me."

Gao Qian sighed, fortunately he practiced the Vajra Divine Power Sutra, which means that blood grows thicker and flesh grows thicker.

He can be beaten all the time, but the opponent only needs one mistake and it's over.

For a boxing master like Yan Qing, it was a bit depressing to die. However, this outcome was actually destined. He just used some means to advance it.

Gao Qian convinced himself, and a little bit of embarrassment in his heart was replaced by happiness and expectation.

He looked at the starlight left by Yan Qing and slowly reached out to hold it.

The cyan starlight shone into Gao Qian's eyebrows and stopped in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. Next to it was the blue earth thief star left by Shi Qian.

The twin stars stand side by side, bringing light to the sea of ​​consciousness as deep as the abyss.

Gao Qian also naturally understood the meaning of this star.

Tianqiao Star: Gains dexterity and passiveness, extremely coordinated hands, feet, and limbs, and can easily master most skills.

Active skills: Eight ways of confusion.

Gao Qian moved his fingers and felt nothing special.

Blessed by the phaseless yin and yang chakra, he has meticulous control over his strength, and his whole body's skeletal muscles are exceptionally coordinated.

He really didn't have any obvious feelings about this dexterous passive talent.

What Gao Qian really values ​​​​is the Eight Methods of Mizong. Yan Qing is obviously inferior to him in every aspect, so he relies on his superior boxing skills to survive and die.

He is very greedy for this boxing technique.

Now, finally got it!

The world inside the Yellow Character Sect is so wonderful. If you defeat the opponent and obtain the stars, you will immediately master the opponent's ability without any discount.

Now, Gao Qian has completely mastered the Eight Methods of Mizong, and is on the same level as Yan Qing.

Gao Qian tried to perform a complete set of the Eight Mist Methods, using the four forms of tiger, horse, swallow, and snake one by one. He felt that the spirit and the mind were combined, and the mind and the fist were combined. All the subtle changes in the boxing techniques were clearly understood in his mind.

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It was as if he had practiced the Eight Methods of Mystery all his life, every move was perfect, and he seemed to have reached the level of proficiency.

After Gao Qian finished a set of punches, he felt refreshed and indescribably happy.

Then, he noticed that Yan Qing also left him a copper sleeve arrow.

The sleeve arrow is shaped like a bamboo tube, as thick as a child's arm, and about six inches long. There are three arrow holes in the front of the sleeve arrow.

It looks like it can fire three sleeve arrows.

There is a snap spring mechanism on the sleeve arrow, which should be able to activate the sleeve arrow after being hooked.

This thing looks small, but it is quite heavy. There is a strap on it that can be fixed on the arm.

This kind of small hidden weapon should not have much power based on the level of ancient craftsmanship.

However, the items on Yan Qing's body are not ordinary ancient gadgets.

Gao Qian thought for a moment and still hung it on his arm. He didn't know who was going to be the next level. Maybe he could use this thing.

The reason why people are strong is not because they know how to use tools! Using weapons to defeat opponents is a symbol of wisdom. There is no shame!

Gao Qian was just taking precautions to prevent problems before they happened. He was now a master of boxing and had the body of a vajra, so he felt that he was worthy of fighting against anyone.

There was a light door behind the ring, and Gao Qian entered the light door with a flick of his sleeves.

In the wind and snow, a dilapidated temple burst into Gao Qian's eyes. The temple door was in dilapidated condition and could barely be closed.

There was a collapsed incense burner in the atrium, which was broken into pieces.

Gao Qian's heart moved, and he probably guessed who it was at this level.

He pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and walked in, and saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the hall.

This man has a leopard head and ringed eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard, and is more than eight feet tall.

A strand of red tassel was scattered on the Fan Yangli on her head, and the black cotton robe on her body was mostly repaired.

He stood with his sword in hand, a cold light shining in his eyes. Although he didn't say a word, he was filled with majestic and evil aura.

"It's not a shoulder-to-shoulder weapon carrying a wine gourd. This is not classic..."

Gao Qian complained in his heart, and he raised his hand: "My dear, Gao Qian, may I ask if you are Coach Lin Chonglin?"

Lin Chong snorted and unsheathed his sword.

Gao Qian felt a warning sign in his heart and was about to retreat, but was a step too late.

The snow-colored sword light flashed like a sword, instantly illuminating the dark mountain temple hall.

By the light of this sword, Gao Qian saw a golden-armored general enshrined in the main hall. To the left of the general was a judge, and to the right was an imp.

But his eyes were still drifting upwards and turning, and the whole temple turned upside down.

However, his attention was more focused on the long knife in Lin Chong's hand.

The four-foot blade is clear and cold, with beautiful lines as fine as fish scales.

"Good knife!"

When Gao Qian was sighing, he saw another golden headless body that was spewing blood crazily.
Chapter completed!