Although Xiao Muqing was extremely shy after hearing this, her heart was pounding. She felt that this method was feasible, and maybe this brat's panacea could really remove scars! She blushed and nodded, "Okay, just apply some.
Try it..." The voice became smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible.
"Okay, no problem." Ximen Lang agreed readily, turned over and threw himself on her white body...
"Oh, why are you here again?"
"Khan, where can I find a panacea if it doesn't come up?"
"You are so immoral!"
Needless to say, the room was full of spring. Ximen Lang stayed in Xiao Muqing's fragrant boudoir all day, looking quite happy and reluctant to miss Shu.
Another day later, Ximen Lang left here and came to Master Pu Yundong's home. He had already mastered the Storm Fist initially, but there were still a few tricks that he had yet to master, so he came here specifically to ask his master for advice.
It was early in the morning, and the green-robed old team members were all here. They were all very happy to see Ximen Lang, especially Wen Ziling, whose brows were filled with joy. Her charming bright eyes never left her lover's handsome face.
After Ximen Lang explained his intention, the green-robed ancestor who was still awake was naturally willing to give advice. He pointed out the criticisms in his apprentice's boxing techniques and then practiced it himself.
After the apprentice understood it, Ximen Lang said: "Xiao Lang, let's try a few tricks."
Ximen Lang knew that fighting with masters was of great benefit to practicing martial arts, so he readily agreed, "Okay." He cupped his fists and said respectfully: "Master, please."
The green-robed ancestor nodded and said, "Come on, attack with all your strength."
Ximen Lang suddenly rushed forward like an agile leopard, raised his right fist and hit the master's chest with the Hunyuan Kung Fu. The sound of the wind was awe-inspiring, and it was exactly a move called "Bitter Wind." It was extremely ferocious.
The green-robed ancestor did not move, and used his golden bell to catch his punch. With a "bang" sound, his body swayed slightly, with a happy look on his face, and he praised: "Okay,
There is progress, this punch has at least a thousand kilograms of power..."
While he was talking, Ximen Lang used his second move "Roaring from the Four Seas" in a row, hitting the master's body with four lightning-fast punches.
The green-robed ancestor shook his body twice more, but still finished his words before roaring: "It's my turn to attack, be careful."
"call!"
The green-robed ancestor struck with a huge fist like a sandbag. Although he only used three successes, the force was terrifying.
How could Ximen Lang dare to catch the master's magic fist? He used the magic technique and hurriedly dodged. The iron fist passed by his ear, and the strong wind made his ears hurt. He sighed in his heart: Master is really a magic skill that is unparalleled in the world.
There is no one who can rival him.
In a flash, Ximen Lang jumped up, swung his fists in mid-air and used the third move "Sweep the World." The shadow of his fists kept changing, and he punched eight times in the blink of an eye. Hong Jiao looked on.
He Wen Ziling was dazzled.
The green-robed ancestor laughed loudly and said, "Good fight." He dodged his right fist and instantly seemed to be a Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara. Several arms were blocking in the air, blocking the opponent's punch like an iron wall.
The two masters and apprentices fought fiercely together, like a dragon and a tiger fighting each other. Although they were exchanging blows, their punches and kicks were so fierce that almost every blow could overturn the yak, which was breathtaking.
Hong Jiao sighed and said: "Xiao Lang is really a genius in martial arts. It has only been so long and he has reached such a level. I'm afraid his martial arts has already surpassed yours and is not much worse than mine."
Seeing her sweetheart's success in martial arts, Wen Ziling was filled with joy far beyond her parents. She agreed: "Xiao Lang is extremely talented in martial arts, and he is willing to endure hardships. If nothing else, he can endure even the torture of bone soup. This is definitely not the case."
Ordinary people can do it.”
Hong Jiao said hopefully: "At his speed, he will grow into a master in less than three years. When the time comes, he will help you secretly. I believe our revenge will be successfully completed."
As soon as she heard the word "revenge", Wen Ziling's face immediately turned gloomy. The last thing she wanted to face was this matter related to her lifelong happiness, but she couldn't ignore it. Who made her Hong Jiao's daughter?
!
Hong Jiao saw that although Ximen Lang was at a disadvantage under her husband's fierce attack, he was still full of energy. While resisting with all his strength, he did not forget to fight back. She couldn't help but nodded secretly, intending to test his hidden weapon skills again. She saw her scolding, "
Look at the flying knife!" He raised his right hand, and a willow leaf flying knife shot over like lightning.
Because of his master's wife's warning, at the same time that the flying knife was shot out, Ximen Lang attacked the master with his left fist, swinging his right arm, and a flying knife was also shot out.
"Man!"
With an extremely slight sound, the two flying knives collided in mid-air and fell to the ground.
Although Ximen Lang was the last to launch the flying knife, his internal strength had surpassed that of Master Niang at this time, and the speed and force of the flying knife were faster, so that the two flying knives fell at about the same distance from the two of them.
Hong Jiao was extremely surprised, with a smile on her face. Not only did this kid have good boxing skills, but he also had a good command of hidden weapon skills. He was accurate and powerful. If the sword just hit the enemy's face, he would be safe.
Let the opponent's brain burst. She was determined to test her apprentice's strength again. At that moment, her hands were shaking violently, and she actually fired six flying knives at the same time, towards Ximen Lang from different directions. She shouted: "Look at this!"
Wen Ziling was startled, stood up in a hurry, and shouted: "Mom, what are you doing? Why did you use this trick?"
Ximen Lang was just forced back by his master's heavy punch, and when he saw his master's wife launching six flying knives at the same time, he was also a little panicked, "No way, master's wife, you are too overbearing, aren't you going to kill me?"
The interception of the flying knives just now was already at his level. With his current level, he could not shoot six flying knives at the same time, let alone intercept them all in vain. At the critical moment, his Hunyuan Gong was brought into full play.
, he suddenly sprang out after using his magic technique, and only heard a slight "whoosh" sound behind him. Six flying knives passed by, and one of them flew close to his back, scaring him out.
I was covered in cold sweat, so dangerous!
The green-robed ancestor stopped and laughed, stretching out one arm to grab it.
Ximen Lang hurriedly dodged, but he didn't know that with the master's full attack, he couldn't dodge at all. The master grabbed his chest with his big hand, and with a flick, his body flew up to an altitude of six or seven meters. He was dissatisfied.
He thought to himself: "Here you go again, you think of me as a basketball, alas!"
The green-robed ancestor stretched out his hand to catch Ximen Lang, who was falling rapidly. This has become a way of expressing his happiness. When he is happy, he throws it to his apprentice to play! When he let go, Ximen Lang rolled backwards and landed smoothly.