Chapter 251 The method of increasing internal strength
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Xiao Yuanshan felt murderous intent in his heart. This kid in front of him absolutely cannot survive anymore!
"Eat my slap!"
Xiao Yuanshan's heart was cruel, and he ignored the dull pain in several secret points on his body. He suddenly used his kung fu to the extreme. Under the black scarf, a face covered with beards began to turn red. It was obviously due to the excessive movement of kung fu that caused the blood to be transferred.
Caused by fast.
"Arrogant boy, I will let you die without a burial today!"
"Go see the King of Hell!"
The black clothes were filled with internal force, and Xiao Yuanshan's whole body became fatter, as if he was about to explode. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, he took a deep breath, resisted the sting, turned his palms outward, and faced
Jing Zhou called.
This applause was so powerful that the overflowing wind from the palm made Yue Laosan's face turn pale, he could not breathe smoothly, and his breath was even weaker by three points. However, he ignored the pain all over his body and still grinned and cursed: "Grandma
Damn, how come there are so many masters in this world, and now there’s a man in black, his kung fu is probably better than the boss’s!”
"It's over, it's over, damn it, I'm afraid the boss will have to keep his tail between his legs from now on!"
Wang Yuyan exclaimed, holding the car door tightly with her slender palms, her heart suddenly clenching.
Although she knew that the Taoist master's martial arts were extraordinary, the power of the palm of the man in black was probably far greater than that of Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong.
"Hehe, don't worry, girl. The young master's martial arts skills are probably unmatched by anyone except the Lord."
On the other hand, the mood of the Four Bamboo Sword Goddess is still as relaxed as before.
Jing Zhou used his palm force three times in a row, and instead of retreating, he struck forward with the palm.
"boom!"
The explosion sounded like a drum, and the two figures were separated as soon as they touched.
"Hey, this palm has some skills. No wonder you dare to intercept the young master's carriage in broad daylight."
Feeling a surge of energy in his body, Jingzhou swayed slightly, quite surprised by Xiao Yuanshan's palm.
"you you.."
Seeing that the person in front of him received his palm intact, Xiao Yuanshan's face under the mask changed several times in a row, he bit the tip of his tongue, cheered up a little, and ran backwards.
After running for several miles, Xiao Yuanshan stopped when he saw that the young man was not chasing him.
The external energy in his body could no longer be suppressed, and Xiao Yuanshan suddenly vomited three mouthfuls of blood, soaking the entire face towel, and the blood fell to the ground along one corner of the face towel.
Xiao Yuanshan's body trembled, and he tapped his chest with his right hand several times. He quickly took out a medicine bottle from his arms, shook out a few pills, swallowed them whole, and then felt that his breathing became slightly easier.
Xiao Yuanshan tore off the face towel and threw it somewhere. His face was as pale as snow, and his eyebrows were solemn.
"Is this kid an old monster who lives in seclusion?"
He whispered something in a low voice. Now that he thinks about it, he feels like he was walking on the tip of a knife. It was extremely dangerous.
If he was even a little slow in escaping and asked the young man to strike again, he would never be able to catch it, and he would probably have died by then.
Xiao Yuanshan's palm was made with two scattered palms, and his whole life's skill was condensed in his palms.
He had never used this palm before when he fought Murong Bo at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Although there is only one move in this two-part palm attack, in terms of power alone, it is even more powerful than the Prajna Palm. Against an enemy, it can kill someone without the need for a second move.
It's just that although this palm technique is powerful, he doesn't dare to use it easily, otherwise the acupuncture points on his body will cause trouble again.
Today, he tried all his methods, but he failed to injure the young man at all. On the contrary, he was seriously injured.
When his breath became smoother, Xiao Yuanshan did not dare to linger any longer. He glanced at the direction of the carriage and ran away angrily.
Seeing Xiao Yuanshan running away, Jingzhou was too lazy to chase him. He swayed and landed on the carriage as lightly as a feather. He put one hand behind his head and returned to his previous lazy look.
The palm he used before was a unique skill in the Tianshan Six-Yang Palm, called the Yangguan Threefold. It stacked several yin-yang palms in a row, but it was not so easy to follow.
"Yue Laosan, are you dead?"
"If you're not dead, you're driving. Let's take advantage of the dawn and walk more distance."
The sound of the South Sea Divine Crocodile floating towards him was like thunder. He suddenly came back to his senses, his pea eyes constantly spinning in his eye sockets.
Holding the crocodile scissors in one hand, the South China Sea Divine Crocodile jumped onto the carriage, regained his previous composure, and cursed: "Damn, you bullshit master, he was beaten away with three palms, but he was shouting loudly."
"Just like that bastard Fourth Brother!"
Wang Yuyan looked through the car window and happened to see Jing Zhou's belt covering the corner of the car window, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
The aroma of wine drifted down from the carriage, and Wang Yu smiled brightly, as if a hundred flowers were blooming.
She couldn't help but joked: "You just came down, and then you lay down again."
"I really don't know how you developed this skill. Could it be that just lying down and drinking alcohol can continuously increase your internal strength?"
"Miss Wang is really right. Even if the young master is lying down, his internal strength is growing all the time."
Mentioning this, the faces of bamboo, plum, orchid and chrysanthemum all lighted up with joy.
"This...how is this possible? In this world, people have to meditate to practice their internal strength. How can someone increase their internal strength all the time?"
Even though Wang Yuyan is well-read, she is still confused at this moment.
Lan Jian explained: "There is a thousand-year-old cold jade in the Lingjiu Palace, which was dug by the owner from Tianshan Mountain. People only need to sit on it and practice, and over time, the internal energy will be able to operate all the time."
"Young master, since seven years ago, you can increase your internal strength even while lying down~"
After Jingzhou came to this world and became Tong Lao's disciple, he remembered the Ice Jade Bed of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
The Vulture Palace is already on the Tianshan Mountains, so there is no need for him to run any further.
We are in the right place at the right time. If we don't dig out a piece of cold jade, wouldn't we be sorry for this "resurrection point, novice village"?
There is a saying: "Since God has given it, you must take it!"
This cold jade is a good treasure. Sleeping on it and practicing Qigong can last from one year to ten years. It can also dispel the inner fire and purify the heart.
The South Sea Divine Crocodile's eyes widened when he heard what the girls said, but he was thinking about how to get a piece of Millennium Cold Jade.
Damn it, masters have come out one after another recently, and the first-rate ones are almost everywhere, and the second-rate ones are worse than dogs!
As a result, he, a master who is "one of the best in the world", was reduced to driving horses.
If he doesn't polish his skills, will he still have the nerve to call himself a first-rate villain?
"drive!"
The South Sea Divine Crocodile yelled fiercely. Although his hands were holding the horse's reins and doing the work of a coachman, his eyes kept turning around.
Jingzhou took a sip of wine, took out the silk scroll recording Beiming's magical skills from his arms, and began to admire it.
A sip of wine, a glance at painting, so cool and unrestrained.
By the way, he hasn't tasted Li Qiushui's masterpieces for a long time recently.
If I hadn't been approaching Leigu Mountain and thought of Wu Yazi, I would have forgotten this portrait.
Such treasures naturally require a lot of effort to figure out...