This voice was calm and peaceful, not loud or loud. It had a powerful inner force. It felt like it was coming from close by, but everyone followed the sound.
However, I found that there was no one around at all. The surroundings were empty and there was not even a single person in sight.
"Thousands of miles of sound transmission!"
Yanbo Diaosou in the shed heard the sound and stood up, looking solemnly at the horizon in the distance.
This Kung Fu requires the user's internal strength to be extremely exquisite and profound in order to be able to use it. If you don't have decades of skill, don't even think about getting involved in this Kung Fu.
Although it is said to be a "thousand-mile sound transmission", naturally it cannot be taken seriously. As long as there are no obstacles such as mountains in the middle, people with advanced martial arts can send sound for several miles, and it will sound like a person is beside them. The more advanced the inner skill, the better the sound transmission.
The sound is softer.
Yanbo Diaosou only listened to these two words, and he was greatly impressed. He sighed to himself that this mysterious man's skills were so powerful, but he was quite inferior.
He couldn't help but look sideways at the calm face of Dongzhang in the distance. He heard that the person's skill was not as good as Zhou Botong's. Now Dongzhang could hold Zhou Botong down one-on-one. If there was another one, even if it was Dongzhang, he would not be able to avoid it.
Somewhat worried.
I am even more curious about whether this person is an enemy or a friend. As a member of Dongzhang's armed group, he has always acted as a bodyguard. It would be a lie to say he is not nervous.
Before the visitor appeared, Yanbo Diaosou had already moved slightly, and under the astonished gazes of the six Quanzhen disciples, he quickly moved through his body and tapped their acupuncture points one after another.
"you!!"
Yanbo Diaosou's attack was very sudden, and the six men were completely unprepared. He actually succeeded him in one go, and they couldn't help but look at him in astonishment.
"I'm sorry, I can only wrong you temporarily."
Without further explanation, Yanbo Diaosou said lightly and walked out of the pavilion, standing side by side with Baicao Xian and others.
"Do you know who it is?"
Yanbo Diaosou has not been seen in the world for a long time, so naturally he doesn't know much about this mysterious man.
After hearing the words, Baicao Fairy pondered for a moment, pinched the silver needle that appeared in his hand at some point, and said softly: "The one who came should be Guo Jing, the Prince Consort with the Golden Sword."
"It's him!?"
I was a little surprised after hearing this. When Yanbo Diaosou was still active in the world, Guo Jing was not yet born. It was only after the second Huashan sword debate that I heard his name and knew that he was a rare master with great strength.
It can be said to be comparable to Iron Palm's Floating Qiu Qianren.
And what he knew was just this, and the information was relatively limited.
"Friend or foe?"
Yanbo Diaosou was not a man of many words. He had an aloof temperament and went straight to Medicine Master Dongxiehuang, so he went straight to the topic.
Shaking his head, Baicao Fairy looked towards the distant horizon with a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "I don't know."
"Hey, I've long heard that Guo Jing, the Condor Shooter, has unparalleled martial arts skills and is a great hero. Although we are from the countryside, we have long wanted to know this Condor Shooter."
Slightly unsheathing the black iron kitchen knife hanging at his waist, the chef's fat, calloused hands kept rubbing the smooth and dark handle of the knife and he chuckled.
Although Han Wugou and Master Shengyin were speechless, the excitement in their eyes was beyond words.
"This person is very powerful. I am not sure I can stop him by myself. If there is a conflict later, you can raid the formation for me."
Yanbo Diaosou clapped his fingers and said with a gloomy look.
"Oh, you don't need to tell me."
After the few people finished speaking, they said no more and looked intently towards the outside of the empty valley.
Soon, two figures quickly appeared on the horizon in the distance, one behind the other. The person in front was extremely fast and could jump several feet away in the blink of an eye, followed by the person behind.
In just a few breaths, the figure jumped into the field, stood still and glanced at the people in the field. The person came to Dongzhang and cupped his hands, and said politely: "My dear Dongzhang, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Master Guo."
With his forehead slightly raised, Dongzhang didn't say much.
"Well, Brother Zhou."
After briefly chatting with Dongzhang, Guo Jing looked at the old naughty boy opposite him in surprise.
As he said this, he was about to step forward, but the old naughty boy's anger was not very high. He let out a slight breath from his nostrils and snorted, then turned to look at Dongzhang opposite, who was obviously still recovering his anger.
"What's going on here?"
Stopping in front of the old naughty boy, Guo Jing turned his head slightly and looked at the two young men confronting each other not far away. However, he saw that one of the two men was covered in blood and looked quite miserable, while the other was handsome and still had a lot of blood on his body.
Spotless and a sharp contrast visually.
Soon, Huang Rong, who was chasing after her, arrived. First she glanced at the expressionless Dong Zhang, then walked straight to the little dragon girl in the field, and said with a smile: "Miss Long."
"Gang Leader Huang."
Nodding slightly, Xiao Longnu still stared at Dongzhang and the old naughty boy.
Huang Rong didn't know what was going on, so she followed and watched the complicated teams in the field carefully, and secretly guessed the cause.
"Brother, you came at the right time! Dongzhang has gone too far to bully others, so we two brothers will teach him a lesson together today!"
Zhou Botong was quite excited to see his sworn brother arrive, but he was still angry with Dongzhang just now, so he didn't show much enthusiasm.
Guo Jing was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and subconsciously glanced at his wife Huang Rong across from him. Huang Rong looked slightly at the young man covered in blood.
Following his wife's gaze, Guo Jing was a little surprised. What surprised him was another young man. He just felt that he had seen him somewhere before, so he couldn't help but asked: "Brother, have you seen Guo somewhere?"
Over you?"
At this time, Zhang Yimeng and Lu Guzhan had stopped and stopped a few feet away from each other. Lu Guzhan was breathing heavily to regain his breath, while Zhang Yimeng was looking at him like a cat playing with a mouse.
Hearing the sound, he looked sideways and smiled: "Guo Daxia has a good reputation and is recognized as a hero. Zhang is just a fool. I guess you remembered it wrong."
He opened his mouth to deny the truth of his meeting with Guo Jing. For such a dazzling person, he subconsciously did not want to get involved too much.
After hearing this, Guo Jing frowned. The figure flashed in his mind from time to time. Coupled with the lazy voice, he dared to conclude that it was this young man who saved him at the bottom of the cliff that day, but he didn't know why he refused to admit it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! So he just nodded, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you brother for saving your life that day."
"Ah"
Zhang Yimeng shook his head and said nothing more, which was regarded as a disguised admission.
In response to this, Guo Jing first glanced at the six Quanzhen disciples under the pergola, and then saw from their eyes a signal for him to rescue Lu Guzhan, so without saying much, he swayed towards Lu Guzhan.
Jump away.
"Jin Yan Gong"
In just two steps, he jumped to Lu Guzhan's side. With a wave of his right palm, a huge suction force immediately covered Lu Guzhan in a radius of half a foot.
"Come!"
The sound moved with force, and as soon as Guo Jing closed his palm, Lu Guzhan felt that his body was uncontrollable and he fell to the other side.
In response, Zhang Yimeng was the first to refuse. He took out three copper coins with his left hand and thrust his fingers outward.
Boo hoo hoo!!!
The three money darts were ejected at Guo Jing's three vital points at extremely high speeds, blocking the opponent's retreat.
Roar!!!
But who was Guo Jing? He was the first person in ancient and modern times to understand the Nine Yin Sutra. He continued to use his right palm to pull back Lu Guzhan, while his left palm raised his chest flat, exhaled, and then pushed forward violently.
Immediately, there was a whine, like a hurricane coming, and Zhang Yimeng's three money darts were knocked into the air with one palm, which was the shocking Baili of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
At that time, the distance between Lu Guzhan and Guo Jing was less than two bodies, and Guo Jing had already leaned forward with his right palm to grab Lu Guzhan's collar.
Unexpectedly, a cold and sharp wind suddenly came from the venue, and a black shadow quickly flew over the two of them like a dragon emerging from the sea. A dark red sword light appeared in the air.
The violent sword intent was directed at Guo Jing, who was on the court, making his hair stand on end in shock.
Zheng!!!!
Jump forward and stab the knife.
The two of them were separated with a knife, and with a pop, Lu Guzhan was hit by a wave of air and rolled backwards. Guo Jing also took two steps back to avoid the sharp attack.
"Master Guo, are you too hasty to start taking action as soon as you come up?" (End of Chapter)