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Chapter 274: Covering the sky with one hand, enlightenment (Part 1)

It's night, and the Milky Way hangs upside down.

There was only one oil lamp lit in the empty room, and the rice-like candlelight barely illuminated the surrounding area. Guo Wusuan half-squinted his eyes and was reviewing documents around the oil lamp.

This is the eighth floor of Huntian Tower.

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open.

Guo Wusuan seemed to have known that someone would come to visit, so he said without raising his head: "What are you doing here?"

"Appointment to go to prison for correction."

"When will I call you here?"

"When Jian Zheng left, his steps were filled with false and true steps, and he walked as if he were walking on the Gang Dou. Then he patted the boy three times on the shoulder. According to the theory of Yin and Yang, the shoulder is the jade tower, and the number is in the east. He walked eight times on the Gang Dou. The step alludes to the Tai Chi Mengyi Tian. Shooting it three times means that the boy will come at the third watch."

A young man slowly walked out of the shadows. His deep eyes hid all his emotions. Facing the famous Nandou Liusi Xingjun, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, appearing neither humble nor arrogant.

Guo Wusuan finally put down the paperwork and took a sip of tea.

"How much of Fang Keji's skills have you learned?"

Ning Yan slightly cupped his hands after hearing the words, and then said seriously: "Prisoner, please don't make fun of the boy. Fang Ni relies on his magical power to coerce King Rui to overthrow the country. As a citizen of the Zhou Dynasty, the boy has no sworn relationship with him and wishes to eat his flesh." Blood……"

Clang.

The teacup hit the table, and Ning Yan immediately stopped talking.

Guo Wusuan glanced at Ning Yan angrily and saw him standing there with his head lowered. Those who didn't know it really thought he was some kind of loyal and good minister.

I can't tell anything else at the moment, but this shameless skill is better than my skill.

However, Guo Wusuan called him over in the middle of the night just to chat, so he was naturally too lazy to talk in circles with him. With a wave of one hand, the flames of the oil lamp instantly rose, and the light in the room quickly expanded from one foot around to several feet away.

Only then did Ning Yan notice that there was another person in the room. It was Zhang Roujia, a noble minister who he had met at Zhulongtai during the day.

With his current level of cultivation, ordinary methods of gathering breath may not be hidden from his eyes and ears. It seems that the strength of this noble minister is far stronger than he imagined.

"This place will be handed over to the noble minister."

After Guo Wusuan finished speaking, he warned Ning Yan: "No one will disturb you here, so you can do whatever you want."

Ning Yan was confused. It was the first time that he and Zhang Roujia met today. What could he do?

Guo Wusuan didn't intend to explain. After speaking, he actually turned around and blended into the darkness, coming and going without a trace, to show that he left this place to the two of them.

The room was extremely empty, with only one table, one chair, and one lamp.

Ning Yan was just thinking about how to speak, when a system warning sounded in his mind without any warning.

[This sycophant must have a plan to trick you up to this point. You suddenly feel wary, retreat quickly! 】

Retreat quickly?

When Ning Yan hesitated, Zhang Roujia in the distance slowly raised his palm.

The next moment, Zhang Roujia's five fingers yanked downwards. The two sides were clearly several feet apart, but Ning Yan's body instantly lost balance, and his head hit the ground with a bang!

This hit was really hard and made him dizzy.

"Zhongguichen..."

Zhang Roujia didn't give Ning Yan a chance to continue speaking. He pressed down and raised his palm with one hand.

Hoo, hoho——

Ning Yan frowned slightly, but the murderous intent that shook Shenjian's ears became clearer and clearer, forming a continuous line. It was both the excitement of a mountain waterfall crashing on the stone moss, and the wildness of thousands of galloping horses crushing everything.

It's the sound of the wind.

Ning Yan's eyes suddenly returned to clarity, and his spine undulated like a dragon, leaning down and diving in an extremely weird posture.

However, at this moment, the tremendous force coming from his chest and abdomen also suddenly changed direction.

Ning Yan didn't expect that the other party would change his moves so quickly, and his heart sank immediately. As expected, before he could stabilize his body, he was already flying out.

It was like someone kicked him hard in the ribs.

Bang.

Bang, bang, bang.

Several short loud bangs were heard one after another, Zhang Roujia's fingers moved slightly, and Ning Yan was continuously thrown through the air like a puppet on strings, and finally smashed into the ceiling.

Tick ​​tock.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Ning Yan was hanging upside down on the roof in embarrassment. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth slowly dripped, giving the black and white floor tiles a third color.

In the face of the opponent's overwhelming strength, he was defeated extremely simply.

As soon as he handed over his hands, Ning Yan guessed that the source of those heavy punches just now was actually the cyclone vortex, but so what if he guessed it right? From the beginning to the end, Zhang Roujia did not use a trace of true energy, which made his punches completely useless.

Traces can be found.

You can't keep up with the opponent's changing moves just by listening with your ears.

Seeing that Zhang Roujia was about to take action again, Ning Yan hurriedly gritted his teeth and said: "Ahem, wait! Zhongguichen... Zhongguichen, please show mercy! You are reckless, if you offend me, please ask Zhongguichen Hai, Haihan...

"

This declaration, which was almost a plea for mercy, made Zhang Roujia feel displeased and began to wonder if he had come to the wrong place tonight.

No matter how talented you are, if you are a spineless person, you will eventually be in trouble.

It was this moment of hesitation that finally allowed Ning Yan to seize the opportunity. His right hand suddenly reached towards the oil lamp on the table, and the oil lamp immediately flew high.

Photograph objects from a distance, control the crane and capture the dragon!

The situation of the battle changed again in the lightning flash, but Zhang Roujia did not feel the shame after falling into the trap, and his frown relaxed slightly.

So he threw another straight punch.

This punch is different from the previous small fights. This is a method of luck that he has learned through sumo wrestling scenes. Usually for the viewing pleasure of sumo wrestling, even the most simple and unpretentious moves will be used.

There are some nicknames similar to Mandarin Duck Foot, but Zhang Roujia did not have the opportunity to study when he was young. It was not until he entered the palace to perform in front of the emperor at the age of 28 that he got his official name.

Sumo style·Thousands of knights chanting the wind to break Loulan!

The wind in the room suddenly changed dramatically, and Ning Yan felt a pair of invisible hands flying towards him, pressing him to the ceiling, unable to move.

A simple punch can actually create a monstrous momentum of thousands of people riding around the hill!

Is it on the left? On the right? Or in the middle of the door?

Ning Yan seemed to hear thousands of troops attacking him from all directions, but he couldn't tell the difference...

Boom!

Amidst the roar of the roof shattering, an ink-colored stream of light suddenly flashed past Zhang Roujia's body, creating billowing waves of flames along the way.

Averted?

Appreciation flashed through Zhang Roujia's eyes, and he lifted the hem of his clothes and moved it several feet sideways lightly, and the flames brushed against the corners of his clothes and flew past.

"My spiritual will is far inferior to Jian Zheng's. In this room, reaching out one foot is the limit..."

Beside the table, Ning Yan was holding an oil lamp with one hand and supporting his knees with the other. Although he was panting, the sharpness in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Zhang Roujia turned around curiously, glanced up and down, and immediately understood that this kid had silently adjusted his position when being hit again and again, and used his boxing style to continuously get closer to the target, which was quite quick and witty.

"Zhongguichen's control of energy is indeed at its peak. It becomes tangible and intangible, and there is no way to resist..."

Zhang Roujia's inexplicable beating made Ning Yan's anger come out. He didn't care about the identity of the other party at this moment. He threw the oil lamp on the table, connected several moves with his hands, and shouted: "But I have my own way.

I want you to change the invisible into the tangible!"

"Come on fire!"


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