In comparison, Ximen Lang's skills can be said to be better than his previous skills. You must know that even Hong Jiao may not be able to intercept accurately with twelve flying knives.
The green-robed ancestor chuckled and praised: "Okay!" He is the best master in the world. Although he only said this extremely simple word, the affirmative meaning it represents is better than a thousand words from others.
Wen Ziling's face was as bright as a smile, and she said in surprise: "Xiao Lang... you have actually mastered the Twelve Soul Chasing Slash, that's great!"
Hong Jiao fell from the air, grabbed the two crutches again and put them under her armpits, sighing: "Xiao Lang, your twelve soul-chasing slashes are more accurate and more domineering than Master Niang's. Your attainments in flying knives have already surpassed mine.
Good boy, you did not disappoint me."
Ximen Lang said hurriedly: "Thank you, Master. Although my disciple's flying knife has made some progress, it is still far from the master's superb skills."
Wen Ziling made a mischievous face and said with a sweet smile: "You are quite humble. What a good boy!"
Ximen Lang was amused by her and laughed. He glanced at the charming senior sister and thought to himself, I haven't been intimate with her for a while. This trip to Heshuo, I must make love to her as much as possible! He barely suppressed the emotion in his heart.
He thought and said: "Master, Mistress, when I come back this time, I have brought some local products from other places to honor you. I will let my men move them in right now."
Following Ximen Lang's order, many subordinates unloaded the local products from the truck and moved them into the yard. Among them were Jiang Shu's fine silk, Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, Wuxi meat and bones, Anhui's piano fish, torreya,
Jiangxi’s No-Maj chicken, Mingmei green tea, etc. are piled up like a hill.
Hong Jiao sighed in her heart, my apprenticeship is really not in vain, he is no worse than his own son! She said happily: "Xiao Lang, I have spent a lot of money on you."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "That's right. Besides, I have a special gift for Master and Master. I'll get it for you." Suddenly, he rushed out, jumped out of the hospital, and jumped onto the big truck.
, grabbed Xue Wensheng, unlocked the opponent's sealed acupoints, threw him out, and shouted: "Master, go on..."
Xue Wensheng's acupuncture points had been sealed for a long time. Even if the acupoints were unlocked, his lower limbs were still numb. After being thrown out by Ximen Lang, he involuntarily flew over the courtyard wall and ran towards the tall old monk in the courtyard.
The green-robed ancestor found it interesting. He chuckled and stretched out his only big hand to catch the old man with snow-white hair who suddenly flew over and looked like an immortal in a New Year painting. He said angrily: "It's fun!"
Xue Wensheng's meridians gradually stretched, and his upper limbs recovered first. When he saw the weird old monk actually stretched out his big hand to grab him, the humiliation he had endured turned into anger and burst out at this moment, and he said angrily: "Get away..."
Xue Ning's magical power surged in the body, like a crazy snow dragon circling crazily. The cold air overflowed from the palms. Whoops, Xue Wensheng struck with his left palm. He thought to himself, you ugly monster. It would be weird if I didn't freeze you into a popsicle.
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The green-robed ancestor bent his right arm and faced the palm he struck.
Xue Wensheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Old bald donkey, you dare to hold hands with me, you are really impatient!"
"Peng!"
The palms of the two people hit each other and made a sound. The green-robed ancestor looked as if nothing had happened, but Xue Wensheng felt as if his palms were touching a red-hot iron, and an unbearable heat came over him, causing burning pain. He couldn't bear it.
screamed in surprise, and at the same time
He felt a huge force coming over him, causing his body to involuntarily take a few steps back. He felt the blood surge in his chest, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but secretly wonder, this one-armed old monk's martial arts skills are so good, even more powerful than Ximen Lang, could he really be that kind of person?
The brat’s master?
The green-robed ancestor practiced a very strange skill called Blood Desire Demonic Skill. In order to practice this skill, he absorbed countless fresh blood of innocent men and women, which was comparable to that of a devil. After palming each other,
The magic power in his body sensed the invasion of cold air, and became stronger when it was strong, becoming as hot as red flames.
With this palm strike just now, the green-robed old man only used five powers. Even so, an ordinary master would not be able to bear it and would vomit blood and die. For many years, as one of the top masters in the country, he has rarely encountered opponents and was alone.
Living in this world. Now he found that the white-haired old man had extraordinary skills and could actually withstand his five successes. This made him very excited, as if a naughty doll had a favorite toy, rushing over and hitting it with one palm.
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Xue Wensheng was startled and hurriedly stretched out her arms to block, not daring to be careless.
"Click!"
The two men's arms collided, making a soft sound, as if two strong bone sticks were clashing together.
Xue Wensheng felt pain in his arm, as if it was about to break, and was pushed to the side. Immediately, the old monk hit his chest with one palm, making a loud sound, and sent his body flying away.
This blow had a force of ten thousand kilograms. Even though Xue Wen was tough, he couldn't withstand it. He screamed in pain and flew back to the big truck.
Seeing Xue Wensheng flying back after being beaten by his master, Ximen Lang found it interesting. He jumped up suddenly, kicked his butt hard, and yelled: "Go back!"
Xue Wensheng felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and his body was pushed back by a huge force. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the green-robed ancestor again like a ball of human flesh.
The green-robed ancestor became more and more excited and said in a naive voice: "It's fun!" Regardless of Xue Wensheng's resistance, he kicked him back again.
call!
Xue Wensheng flew back again, and he was filled with resentment in mid-air. Damn it, this world is so crazy. Ximen Lang, you master and apprentice are so bullying. After all, I am also a gangster, but I am being kicked as a ball by you?
When he flew back to Ximen Lang, he quickly turned around and saw the brat posing on the truck as if he were taking a penalty kick, ready to kick. His nose almost broke in anger. He said angrily: "Little boy"
Beast, you deserve to die..."
In mid-air, Xue Wensheng turned around, looking at the boy he hated so much. Anger filled his chest, and Xue Ning's magical power surged rapidly in his body. He first turned into an iceman, with a cold face covering his face.
Shuang, with his whole body exuding cold air, tried his best to strike with both palms.
Ximen Lang sneered coldly. Seeing his strange appearance, he was unwilling to accept this guy's attack. He picked up Xue Mo, who could not move, and placed it across his chest.
Seeing that this kid was using him as a shield, Xue Mo was so angry that he cursed in his heart, "Asshole, you are so insidious, I am so unlucky to meet you!" He shouted in panic, "Dad...it's me...
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Xue Wensheng was shocked when he saw his son suddenly appearing in front of the boy. He hurriedly turned around and hit Xue Mo with his palms. Unexpectedly, Ximen Lang stepped out and kicked him on the butt again, causing him to hit him again.
He flew back. He was so angry that he cursed in his heart: Damn it, I’m not going to live anymore...