The moment the two fists clashed, the ground beneath their feet shook violently and cracked. A cold wind blew away from Ye Chen's feet. The surrounding air suddenly dropped. Mr. Ming Jing, who was not far away, couldn't help but tremble and tugged on his clothes.
He pulled harder, and the big guard took three steps back before standing still. A layer of ice had condensed on his fist, and it fell off with the shock of the fist.
Both of them are good at boxing and kicking kung fu, but there is a huge gap in their cultivation. After Ye Chen's mastery of Jiyin Xuan Gong, his internal strength has reached the middle stage of innateness, close to the late stage of innateness. He is much stronger than this man, and this time he is going to fight.
Showing his worth to the Dugu clan is not just a matter of comparing skills. Of course, he must go all out and directly suppress his opponent with his strong internal strength.
Now that he has joined the Dugu Clan, Ye Chen must strive for his own treatment and show his value. Of course, his greatest value is his military force. The higher his combat effectiveness, the higher his value and the better his treatment.
He is not opposed to joining a force. Anyway, he is just a passerby in this world. His biggest goal is to quickly improve his cultivation level in order to give back to his true self. As long as there is no conflict with his own mission, it doesn't matter which force he joins.
Shooting thirteen palms in a row, Mr. Ming Jing's guard with the surname Gao was directly knocked out of the officialdom, and each palm contained extremely cold air. The superposition of one palm after another finally froze half of his body.
He stood still, a layer of ice formed on his hands and chest, and his face was pale without a trace of blood.
This is the most powerful part of Jiyin Xuan Gong. The cold air can slow down the opponent's speed and reaction. When the cold air accumulates enough, it can directly freeze the opponent and let him slaughter him. Even an opponent who is stronger than himself can win in a protracted battle as long as he is not too much stronger.
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After thirteen palm strikes, the big guard had no room to fight back. He was frozen and anyone could hack him to death with a knife. Ye Chen stood up with his palms closed, turned around and looked at Mr. Ming Jing, who had a look of surprise in his eyes, and said:
"You see, your guard can't beat me."
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Mr. Mirror clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile:
"My little brother is a hero. Your vision is indeed right. Don't worry, you will be treated well as much as you are capable. I, the Dugu Clan, have never treated any of my disciples or guests badly."
"It better be so!"
Ye Chen snorted.
At this time, the big man had slowed down, roared and shattered the ice on his body. He looked at Ye Chen with a solemn look, cupped his hands and said:
"You are better than me, I'm convinced!"
Ye Chen was quite surprised by his uprightness, and he also cupped his hands and said:
"Your boxing and kicking skills are better than mine. I have the advantage of internal strength and skills. I can't beat you in boxing and kicking skills."
When he said this, the big man looked much better, and Mr. Ming Jing also smiled and said:
"Both of you are world-class in martial arts and each has his or her own strengths. With your help, the Dugu family will be safe and worry-free!"
"Sure enough, scholars are still good at talking."
Ye Chen smacked his lips, not sure whether it was a compliment or a mockery. Mr. Ming Jing acted as if he didn't hear anything and pointed at the horses led by the two big men behind him, one tall and one short, and said:
"Everyone, it's a long way to Luoyang, let's set off now!"
Ye Chen shrugged, led a black horse and rode on it, and the group left along the official road.
It was much more convenient to have a horse to travel than to run on my own. After walking less than ten miles along the official road, I saw a post station next to the official road. At the entrance of the post station, there was a large group of Dahuai Gang members. Ye Chen glanced at it.
When he saw one of the old men with white hair and white beard, he was shocked all over, and he couldn't help but pull the reins of the horse to slow down the horse.
The white-haired old man had a Chinese character face, a wide mouth, sharp edges, and a majestic look. He looked like a character who often gave orders and was surrounded by Dahuai gang members. The most important thing was that Ye Chen felt it from him.
Seeing a powerful threat, combined with what Mr. Ming Jing said before, Ye Chen had already guessed that this should be the leader of the Dahuai Gang, nicknamed Huailong King.
Just at the first sight of Huailong King, Ye Chen knew that he couldn't beat him now. Even if he added high-level guards, that is, Mr. Ming Jing's guards were tied together, he still couldn't beat him.
He couldn't help but glance at the old fox Ming Jing. He wanted to ask Dugu Valve whether this sign would work and whether it would scare Huailong King.
It's okay if he can be scared, but if he can't be scared, he will have to run away early.
At this time, Mr. Ming Jing took out his pretentious paper fan and opened it with a swish. He rode his horse and walked slowly to the entrance of the inn. He cupped his fists and raised his hands to the Dragon King of Huaihe who was surrounded by the Dahuai Gang. He said with a smile:
"I haven't seen you for many years, how nice is Brother Xinhai!"
Huailongwang’s surname was Jiang, and his name was Xinhai. He seemed to be an old acquaintance with Mr. Mingjing. He bowed his hands in return and said in a loud voice:
"It was good at first, but it's not good when I see you."
Mr. Ming Jing's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled as if he had not heard the sarcastic words:
"That's such a pity. Brother Xinhai, please take care of yourself!"
"snort!"
Huailong King waved his sleeves, stopped being polite to Mr. Mingjing, and said directly:
"You should know what I want this page of secret book to do. I have to get this kid today."
"No hurry, no rush."
Ming Jing gently shook the paper fan in his hand and said:
"Of course I know what you need, so before I came, the old lady told me that if you are willing to give up, you can come to Luoyang and the old lady will personally answer your questions!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huailong King's tiger eyes shrank sharply and said anxiously:
"really?"
Mr. Ming Jing smiled slightly and said:
"Have you ever seen me, Ming Jing, tell lies? Or do you think I dare to lie to the old lady?"
Huailong King shook his head, nodded again and said:
"You don't dare, then when can I go?"
"at any time!"
"Now?"
"Now!"
"Okay, I'll let you go now."
"Don't you need to arrange your affairs like this?"
"Have you made arrangements before I came?"
"Did you guess that this would happen?"
"Hmph, your Dugu Clan is powerful, but I, the Huai Clan, are not vegetarians. Even you, the Dugu Clan, can't steal food from me out of thin air."
Seeing Mr. Ming Jing reach an agreement with King Huailong in just a few words, or deceive King Huailong away in just a few words, Ye Chen finally began to formally look at this old man who was like a strategist in the Dugu family.
There is an old saying, "A tongue that speaks three inches is stronger than a teacher with millions." He has never understood it, but now that he has seen Mr. Ming Jing's performance all the way, he finally has some understanding.
Although he obviously doesn't have the power to restrain a chicken, he can easily persuade a strong man like Huailong King. Even Ye Chen can be persuaded regardless of whether he admits it or not. No matter what method is used, coercion or inducement, he can say that he has no temper.
This is a skill.
So, the next five people along the way turned into more than a dozen people, and King Huailong brought a few of his subordinates.
Of course, even though he was persuaded by Mr. Ming Jing, King Huailong still didn't have a good attitude toward Ye Chen. If he hadn't already joined the Dugu Clan, he would have slapped him on his back.