"Kill us if you have the guts! When grandma avenges us, you will know that even wanting to die is a luxury!"
Little girls were lying on the ground, surrounded by a circle of broken swords.
The group of people led by the middle-aged man behind him were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and shivered.
"No, you're already like this and why are you still making noise?"
Yang Gui is too embarrassed to be old. He is an old man who is over a hundred years old. He bullies a few little girls and tells them whether it is good or bad.
But there was no way, the flaw in their sword array was too obvious, and he couldn't help it. He swore that he just stretched out the dragon-head crutch a little, and did nothing else.
A woman from the Lingjiu Palace hit the dragon's head and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Then all the women fell to the ground.
Zhang Sanfeng was very considerate. They almost hurt one of them by swinging their long swords around because they fell down, so he just stepped forward, clasped his hands in a circle and shook, all nine long swords were broken.
"Humph, just wait!" The young woman stared at Yang Gui, her eyes full of anger without any fear.
"Okay, I'll wait and let your 12-meter-tall young lady come and kill me." Things came under control, and Yang Gui started to open his mouth and punch out people's lung tubes again.
"You!" Yang Gui used the exquisite technique of "Dugu Nine Swords", which not only destroyed their formation, but also destroyed the flow of true energy in their bodies. Now the nine women from Lingjiu Palace are lying on the ground unable to move at all.
, he could only glare at Yang Gui with his face red and angry.
"Come on, let me ask you, your name is Fu Minyi, right? The leader of the Yangtian tribe, the 'Needle God'. If you don't speak? If you don't speak, I will treat you as you."
The old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years has rich life experience. Just look at Dumbledore and you will know that Legilimency, which others have to work hard to use, is passive for him. Yang Gui does not need to listen to her answer.
You can get the information you want just by looking at her reaction.
"What's going on? Old Yang, do you know such a young girl?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Gui with a strange look on his face. Does this old boy still have such a hobby? Then when he accepted Wang Xiyue as his apprentice...hiss, I don't dare
Don't even think about it.
"Stop your dirty thoughts." Yang Gui had no consciousness that he had led this old Taoist god to evil. "I know what kind of world this is. Do you remember the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon? From here
It was passed down from the little girl’s school.”
"Oh? Oh! Hey, this is the time!" Thanks to Lingquan, Zhang Sanfeng's brain was much easier to use, and he only hesitated for a while before he remembered it. He had also heard about the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, which was learned from Zhezong of the Northern Song Dynasty.
During the 1980s, the master of Lingjiu Palace, Xu Zhuzi, passed it down to the Beggar Clan.
Fu Minyi was confused after hearing this.
What are you talking about? What kind of virtual bamboo is this? There is this person on Tianshan Mountain? There are also the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It sounds a bit similar to the Beggar Clan’s Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms, but how can the Beggar Clan’s martial arts be compared to grandma’s?
, grandma would never even bother to learn the martial arts of a group of beggars.
"So you are members of the Wuliang Sword Sect?" Yang Gui looked at the group of middle-aged men. The presence of the supporting cast at the beginning was really low, "Your name is Zuo... what is Zuo?"
"I'm Zuo Zimu." Zuo Zimu swallowed, thinking in his mind who these two people were. Even Tianshan's child elder dared not to look down on him, "I don't dare to mention the name Wuliang Sword Sect again, we have already belonged to it.
After taking care of Tong Lao, she is now called Wuliang Cave."
"I said that old lady just came to fight with me. She just took the life and death talisman and became crazy, right?" Yang Zhi recalled the plot vaguely, "Did you catch a handsome young man named Duan Yu?"
Zuo Zimu's heart skipped a beat, was this to avenge Duan Yu? But facing Yang Gui's see-through gaze, he could only kowtow and apologize: "I have the eyes to see Mount Tai, and mistakenly invited Mr. Duan to visit Wuliang Palace."
Being a guest..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I'm not here to avenge Duan Yu." Yang Gui waved his hand, "But there will be people who want to avenge him. This guy is the only heir to the Dali royal family. You wait until Jianhu Palace gives way."
They must have bulldozed it."
"Ah?" Zuo Zimu was stunned after hearing this.
Fu Minyi was still lying on the ground and said harsh words: "Since you know the life and death talisman, aren't you afraid that grandma will plant a few for you?"
Zhang Sanfeng looked worried: "Old Zhang, we seem to have gotten into serious trouble. The level of martial arts during Zhe Zong's period was much higher than ours, and Lian Zhou is not even qualified to be a thug here."
"It's okay, haha, Lao Zhang, I want to understand what's going on!" Yang Gui laughed loudly, "They are indeed very strong, but haven't you noticed that we have become stronger too?"
Zhang Sanfeng is right, the level of martial arts in Tianlong World is much higher than that of Yitian, and is much higher than that of the entire Condor Trilogy.
But this is not a human problem, but an environmental problem. Yang Gui felt it after coming out of Changchun Valley. Although there was no strong and substantial spiritual energy pouring out, the surrounding world was also faintly filled with spiritual energy.
Under the influence of spiritual energy, flowers, plants and trees are more resilient, and humans and animals are also more powerful. By practicing here, it won't take long to develop a strong internal force. The maximum limit that the internal force can reach is far beyond what can be achieved in the three chapters.
.
It's as if the world of the Trilogy is a world severely deprived of oxygen, while the world of Tianlong is a normal world.
No wonder he said that people like Yue Laosan could climb up and down the Ten Thousand Ren cliffs, but when his mother jumped off the cliff, several Wujue could only walk down on a rope. The majestic Nan Di was even a six-meridian god.
He doesn't even know how to use a sword, but his performance is as good as Duan Yanqing's.
This does not mean that the martial arts practitioners in the Tianlong World are higher than the five arts in the trilogy. On the contrary, those five arts can cultivate into such great masters in a barren environment. Their talents, temperament, and realm are far superior to those in the Tianlong World.
most of the people.
When he and Zhang Sanfeng arrived in the Tianlong World, it was like suddenly going from a gravity chamber with ten times gravity to a normal gravity chamber. Their strength would increase rapidly in a short period of time until they reached the top of this world.
Although he feels that his strength has not reached its peak yet, judging from the two years of nourishment from Changchun Valley Spiritual Spring and the previous battle with the Lingjiu Palace Sword Formation, he is confident that his strength is at least as good as that of a figure like Murong Fu.
"Really?" Yang Gui told Zhang Sanfeng his speculation. Zhang Sanfeng was doubtful, but his character still wanted to be on the safe side first and said, "How about we observe the other people more."
"It's okay, I have a solution."
Yang Gui chuckled, threw the dragon's head crutch, jumped on it with Zhang Sanfeng, and flew away in front of everyone.
flew away……
The eyes of the girls in Lingjiu Palace and the people in Wuliang Cave almost dropped.
"Holy Envoy, this...Tong Lao can do this..." Zuo Zimu asked in a whisper.
"Shut up!" Fu Minyi had the strongest inner strength and was able to stand up. She said coldly: "Grandma's magical skills are unrivaled in the world. Naturally, she is infinitely higher than these inexplicable guys! A mere clown fell into the hands of grandma.
, they will be tortured for seven days and seven nights, their intestines will be torn to pieces, and they will be thrown out to feed the dogs without even eating them!"
"Yes, yes..." Zuo Zimu nodded with a smile, but there was doubt in his heart. He felt vaguely that something was not good, as if he wanted to join the Guo Army in 1949.
Five days later.
"Cousin, cousin, look, what have I brought you?"
Judging from her appearance, she was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a childish look on her eyebrows and eyes, and a slight smile on her lips. She was indescribably charming and amiable. The girl came to the door of the water pavilion with a pot of flowers in her hands.
This place is the "Huanshi Water Pavilion" in Yanziwu, Shenhezhuang, Gusu.
A burst of elegant fragrance wafted in, and a girl came out, about the same age as the girl holding the flowers, and prayed to the girl holding the flowers, "Miss Wang, the young master is not feeling well today and is resting."
Miss Wang was shocked, with a look of concern on her face: "Cousin, cousin, how is he? Did he catch the cold? He..."
"Stop shouting!"
A shy and angry male voice came from inside the room, "Cousin, I am really not feeling well today. Please leave first."
"Oh, okay." Miss Wang's face was full of disappointment, but she still obeyed and walked out, "Azhu Abi, you have to take good care of my cousin. Cousin, you take good care of yourself. I will come back to you after a while."
"Ah!" There was a young man lying in the room. He had a face like a crown jewel and eyes as bright as stars. He looked like a young man from a troubled world. However, this young man had two huge black eye circles on his face. Beside him was a young man.
The maid in aqua clothes was applying a towel soaked in ice water to him.
This person is none other than "Nan Murong" Murong Fu.
Seeing A'Zhu come in, Murong Fu asked angrily: "My cousin is gone?"
"Yes," A'Zhu replied respectfully: "Sir, don't blame Miss Cousin, she doesn't know either..."
"She doesn't know, of course she doesn't know, and I don't know yet!" Murong Fu turned over and sat up angrily, the towel on his eyes falling to the ground.
Last night, two masked men in black came from nowhere. They rushed in and without saying a word, they pressed him down and beat him up.
The skills of these two people were astonishing, and it was difficult for him to handle them alone, let alone two of them together.
He, the Murong family, has a strong family background, and with the help of Mrs. Wang's resources, he even boasts that he knows everything and is master of all martial arts in the world. But the kung fu between the two people's fists and kicks, every move and every move, he has never seen before.
, I have never heard of it, it seems that such martial arts has never appeared in the world.
He was forced to have no choice but to use the family's supreme skill "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi", hoping to draw the two people's strength into one place and lead them to kill each other.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this skill fell on a person, the person shouted out as if he was surprised: "Hey, let's use your strength to fight! Lao Zhang, give him one."
The man stepped back, and the man behind him drew two circles in his hand. Murong Fu felt that his transformation power had completely disappeared, and then he found that he was completely wrapped in the man's palm. He pushed him with a palm, pushing him in place.
Turned around several times.
The man who spoke stepped forward and punched himself in the eye socket. Murong Fu felt like stars were popping up in his eyes. Unexpectedly, the man stared at him and actually said frivolously: "This doesn't work, it's not symmetrical, it's not beautiful.
.”
Then he punched himself in the other eye.
Now it's symmetrical.
Murong Fu's humiliation also reached its extreme.
He had never suffered such humiliation since he was a child. He thought that he would not be the best in the martial arts world, but he could not fall out of the top three. Unexpectedly, two people just showed up and beat him up.
Murong Fu shouted angrily and fell down on his back.
The last words he heard before fainting were said by the transformation master, "Old Yang, don't beat him to death, right? Why is Nan Murong such a coward..."
"puff!"
Murong Fu spurted out a mouthful of blood, slapped the ground several times, and fell unconscious.
When he woke up, it was already the next morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw Bao BuTong's big face, and he kept saying in his broken voice: "No, no, I think the young master must be
It was because he showed great power that he drove the enemy away and accidentally bumped into him..."
Murong Fu almost hit him in the face with his palm.
He waved his hand and told the four ministers to get out quickly, leaving only Aju Abi to take care of him.
He originally wanted to be an ostrich and forget about it, but he didn't expect that not long after the four ministers left, Wang Yuyan came.
Once again, he was reminded of what happened last night, completely breaking his defense.
Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Let me know who these two sneak attacks are, and I will skin them, cramp them, and cut them into pieces with a thousand knives!"
After he finished speaking, he slapped his palm on the bed frame next to him.
"Kacha!"
"Boom!"
"Nan Murong's" palm power was indeed extraordinary. He hit the bed frame with one palm and the whole bed was turned into splinters. This soft palm power was worthy of the world-famous name of "Dou Chuan Xing Yi".
It's just that he ignored one thing, he was still lying on the bed...
"biaji."
Murong Fu felt like his body was empty, and he squatted down and hit the ground. His tailbone felt as if it was broken into four or five pieces.
"Ahhhh! Rats! I want you to die!!!"
According to insiders, an unknown beast seemed to have entered Yanziwu that day, and its roaring sound was extremely sad.