Yan Xi said these words incoherently and confusedly. He repeatedly mentioned the secret book passed down by his master, but only said half of each sentence. This made the old Taoist priest feel itchy, his face changed several times, and he thought to himself: "It turns out that Jiuhe
The old Taoist placed the sword manual elsewhere."
This old Taoist priest was known as Qinghe in the Clouds and his Taoist name was Yun Jizi. He was a famous lone thief in the martial arts world because of his extraordinary light skills.
He secretly thought: "Zhong Nandi and Gao Liren paid a lot of money to hire a few of us to besiege Jiuhe Lao Mao. How can we impress the old Taoist with those idiots?"
"If I hadn't known that Old Zamao Jiuhe was an abandoned disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect, and if I killed Jiuhe, I would have the opportunity to seize the secret book of Snow Mountain Swordsmanship, even if I had twice as much gold, I would not have made this trip."
"Under the siege of more than ten of us, Old Taoist Jiuhe still killed seven people in a row, seriously injuring the Laughing Young Master, the Dangerous Poisonous Concubine, and lightly injuring Old Monster Liang. The swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain Sect is indeed as mysterious as a god."
"Only the old Taoist saw the opportunity quickly and was very clever in light skills. He took advantage of the situation and walked away without being injured."
"I came back to visit just in case. Unexpectedly, this older, fat Taoist boy got injured and started talking nonsense, leaking the news about the sword manual."
"This is a great opportunity. It's up to me, Yun Jizi, to get a glimpse of the secret of swordsmanship."
Yun Jizi stared at Yan Xi with stern eyes, and just waiting for him to reveal the location of the secret book, he killed the two little Taoist boys, went to get the sword manual and flew away alone.
Yan Xi talked nonsense for a while, but he still didn't see the old Taoist priest approaching, so he simply stretched out his legs and pretended to faint.
Xiaodao Tong Yuechi cried so hard that she was out of breath and worried beyond measure.
"He can't die." Yun Jizi said in shock: "The little fat Taoist priest was hit by Old Monster Liang's Cold Mountain Palm, and half of his life has been lost. If he really dies, wouldn't all my efforts be in vain?"
The old Taoist walked up to Yan Xi in a few steps. He felt very distressed and took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth. He sat cross-legged and put his palms against the back of the little fat Taoist priest's heart, sending a stream of true energy through him.
Xiaodao Tong Yuechi deeply hated this group of murderous people, but when he saw Yun Jizi rescuing his second senior brother, he didn't dare to disturb him and just stood aside nervously.
As the elixir fell into his stomach, Yan Xi's lower abdomen felt warm, and then a soft inner force entered his body, which immediately stimulated the power of the medicine and sent billowing heat waves throughout his body, as if he was in an oven.
His body softened and he leaned back, lying in the arms of the old Taoist priest.
Yun Jizi didn't know there was a trick, Taoist Jiuhe was dead. To him, these two little Taoist priests were just pork belly on the chopping board. He could make them fat or thin as he pleased, and he didn't even have to be careful.
The old Taoist priest stretched out one hand to support Yan Xi, while the other hand was still pressing on his back, continuously sending his inner energy to him, thinking to himself: "I fed the little Taoist priest a grain of Guyang Pill, how precious is this thing?"
If I couldn't afford it, how could I take advantage of this little Taoist priest? If I can't save anyone, I will suffer a big loss."
Yun Jizi just wanted to revive this little fat Taoist priest so that he could ask about the whereabouts of the Xueshan sword manual. Yan Xi was seriously injured, so he lost his caution.
His feminine energy circulated to Yan Xi's chest, and slightly collided with Han Shan's stagnant palm power. Yan Xi's energy and blood suddenly surged, he couldn't control himself, and almost vomited blood again, but at this time, the arrow was on the string, and he could no longer care about that much.
As soon as Yan Xi turned over, his fat body was actually very flexible. He put his arms around Yun Jizi's neck, wrapped his legs around Lao Dao's chest and twisted him violently.
In order to write an online martial arts article, he read through Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu materials, and also practiced for a few days following a short martial arts teaching video by a great online article author. Later, the novel was sold out, and he forgot almost all the information he had read, and even paid attention to it.
The big internet article author was blocked and the following was given to a big sister who dances Argentinian tango.
Not to mention, that big sister’s swinging kicks are much more beautiful than the punches practiced by the great internet author who doesn’t do a lot of tricks.
Yan Xi had never practiced jujitsu seriously at all, and the twist he performed was not very authentic. He didn't know whether this move should be called a cross choke or a naked choke. The technique was better but not perfect, and a serious fighting master could easily perform it.
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But Yun Jizi is a classical martial artist and does not understand these "evil ways". He has never encountered such "weird tricks" in his life.
In all the martial arts circles in the world, regardless of whether one is an internal martial artist or an external martial artist, there is no such thing as a close-up fighting technique. They all try to catch the enemy a few steps away, so that they can have room to change their techniques.
The old Taoist priest hurriedly got down and twisted. Yan Xi felt that the old guy in his arms was like a loach, almost slipping out. He hurriedly stretched out his feet to hook Yun Jizi's big crotch, wrapped his hands around the old Taoist priest's neck, twisted it into a cross, and exerted all his strength.
, even after vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood, he did not dare to let go. He used all his strength and shouted: "Junior Brother!"
According to the character design of the character card, Taoist Yanxi is born with good bones, and he also has the talent of copper skin and iron bones. His strength is beyond ordinary people, and his body is very majestic. Unfortunately, his understanding is extremely poor, and he cannot understand the mystery of superior martial arts, so he can only practice it.
External skills that do not require understanding.
After more than ten years of hard work, Taoist Yanxi has mastered the most cumbersome Bronze Elephant Kung Fu to great perfection. The other two skills are a little behind, and he can barely be considered a second- or third-rate expert.
At this time, he worked hard and used all his strength to lock Yun Jizi firmly.
Xiaodao Tong Yuechi had a sharp blade hidden under his sleeve. Yan Xi was betting that the little pendant was smart enough to cooperate with him in a killing spree without any hints.
Yun Jizi used up all his inner strength and struck Yan Xi's arm hard.
Yan Xi only felt that the skinny old man in his arms was like an oversized and powerful massage stick, sending out waves of strange force all over his body, which made his eyesight go dark.
When life and death were at stake, how could Yan Xi care about anything else?
I thought in my mind: "If you let go, you will die, if you let go, you will die..." It took all the strength of breastfeeding.
The old Taoist priest used his internal energy several times in a row, and suddenly his throat felt cold.
He was choked by Yan Xi until his eyes were blood red and his vision was hazy. He forced his eyes open to look, and saw the little Taoist Yuechi grabbing a broken sword with his bare hands and inserting it into his throat.
Yun Jizi never expected that he would die at the hands of two little Taoist priests who were far inferior to him in martial arts.
The old Taoist soldier died of despair and refused to close his eyes.
Yan Xi felt that the old Taoist priest in his arms suddenly lost strength. He heard crunching, cracking, and cracking sounds, but he did not dare to relax at all. For a moment, he only thought: "If you let go, you will die. If you let go, you will die."
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Without the inner strength to protect his body, all the bones in Yun Jizi's body were crushed by Yan Xi's brute force.
"Second Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother! Stop hugging me, you are vomiting blood again..."
"Let go!"
Yan Xi didn't know how much time passed, but he could only hear his junior brother's cry, his brain was pounding, his brain was roaring, countless words appeared in the air, and he suddenly woke up.
Old Taoist Yun Jizi's body was paralyzed, and he didn't know how many bones had been crushed to pieces. He died in a miserable state.
Yan Xi was slightly frightened and hurriedly threw away the body and muttered: "Where is the promised outsmarting?"