Chapter 142 The undefeated Tiangang, the golden body is indestructible
Yang Yu soothed his muscles and bones.
Unlike the pampered Mrs. Shi, Han Jing's martial arts has not deteriorated. He has rich fighting experience and is extremely difficult to kill quickly.
The last move was to fight for one's life, hoping to die with him.
But he didn't know that Yang Yu possessed the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, and the bones between his chest and abdomen were like plate armor. Although he was injured, he was not seriously injured.
It just looks shocking.
"Han Jing's sea-splitting palm spreads the internal energy, shattering bones, breaking organs, staining blood, and breaking tendons. The master is almost certain to take one palm, but it seems to be no serious problem?"
Qin Si's white and tender palms slid down, trying to caress the cracked sea palm print from her chest through her back heart. Her expression suddenly changed and she looked out the door.
call!
The cold and humid wind came through the window.
You can faintly hear a crisp and rhythmic voice climbing up the stairs, followed by a calm voice:
"Are all young people today so irritable?"
"Uncle Zhao..."
Qin Si felt slightly relieved. She rubbed Yang Yuhou's bruised palm and said softly:
"Uncle Master is here on a rainy night, but has something important to do?"
Two maids stepped forward and opened the door.
An old man with a gray beard walked up the stairs and walked into the house holding an oil-paper umbrella. He shook his sleeves gently, and the moisture on his body suddenly evaporated completely.
The mist is rising.
"This Mulin Mansion is truly a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.
This old man has grown old, his beard and hair are as gray as those of an old man, his face is rosy and delicate like a young man, his body is slender and tall, and he has the burly appearance of a middle-aged man.
It can be seen at a glance that this person attaches great importance to appearance, but at this time he is a little embarrassed, his hair is a little scattered, and he has a faint smell of blood.
It's not pungent, but has a light medicinal aroma.
Unexpectedly, the medicine has already penetrated into the bone marrow.
"All the talents in the world are in the imperial court. I really envy you."
The old man closed the oil-paper umbrella and looked at Yang Yu, with a strange light in his eyes:
"When you spoke, I was still a hundred feet away. How did you find out?"
"The smell of blood."
Yang Prison also made no secret:
"My sense of smell has always been excellent. Your scent is very good at hiding it, but the smell comes with the wind and rain, making it very conspicuous."
The enhancement of the five senses lies in all aspects.
Although the sense of smell is not as immediate as the improvement of eyesight, at some times, it is actually stronger than the eyesight.
Such as this time.
"The smell of blood?"
The old man was slightly startled.
There is indeed the smell of blood on his body, but this is a downtown area where heavy rain is pouring, and you can actually smell it?
This was really beyond his expectation.
"Uncle Master is so embarrassed."
Qin Si smiled lightly, as if she was very familiar with the old man.
"Even my uncle dares to make fun of you?"
The old man glared at her angrily, sat down casually, and began to eat the food without ceremony.
"He is my uncle, Zhao Kun."
Qin Si introduced the two of them:
"This is Yang Prison, the newly promoted Bronze Badge Leader of the Six Gates of Qingzhou, a prison as powerful as a prison."
"Young hero, I have heard about it for a long time, but when I saw it today, it is really amazing."
Zhao Kun's eating posture is very elegant and fast, but it does not hinder him from speaking.
"Zhao Kun."
Yang Yu chewed on the name, thought a few times, and his eyes froze:
"Nanling Sword Sect?"
In Qingzhou, there are only two schools with clear inheritance of superior martial arts. One is Bailongxuan, which inherits the 'White Dragon Palm Power', and the second is the Nanling Sword Sect, which has the 'Beidou Xuantian Sword'.
The names of these two sects are quite big, and Yang Yu has heard of them for a long time.
"Yes, I come from the Nanling Sword Sect."
Zhao Kun put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Yang Yu:
"I heard that you killed Bai Longxuan's Lu Wanchuan a few days ago?"
"good."
Yang Yu's expression did not change.
"This man associates with gangsters, so he should be killed. If we just kill him, it won't be a big deal."
Zhao Kun smiled slightly, with an inexplicable meaning:
"But because of this matter, Jin Yiwei will hold Bai Longxuan accountable. They don't dare to offend Jin Yiwei, but they are very likely to offend you."
"It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong."
Yang Yu was not surprised.
"call!"
The two of them exchanged words, but their conversation was very tasteless. Qin Si just concentrated on healing Yang Yu's wounds. After drinking tea, she took back her palm:
"The blood stasis has melted away, and there is no serious problem. However, your internal organs are damaged, so it is best not to do anything with others in the short term."
"Thank you, everyone Qin."
Yang Yu moved his muscles and bones and felt much more comfortable.
"After being hit by Han Jing's Sea Splitting Palm, he recovered so quickly. Master Yang's external skills are truly extraordinary."
Zhao Kun was a little surprised.
"A small amount of effort is not worth boasting about."
Yang Yu stretched his body and stood up to say goodbye:
"These two iron boxes will be left here for the time being. Yang will pick them up in a few days. Qin can take one of them as reward."
Having said that, Yang Yu did not show any regret and turned around to leave, not forgetting to take Zhao Kun's oil-paper umbrella with him.
He called Xiao Wu who came after hearing the news, and they went back to the inn one after another.
"This person's talent is really amazing..."
Looking at Yang Yu's retreating back, Zhao Kun finally spoke after a long time. As he spoke, a strange fragrance suddenly filled the whole room.
Drops of thick but crystal blood slipped from his hanging arm and wet the floor.
But with a snap of his fingers, he knocked out the two maids who were sleeping on the bed.
"You're seriously injured."
Qin Si frowned slightly and wanted to step forward to heal her wounds.
"I'll keep this injury as a lesson to me for underestimating the enemy..."
Zhao Kun looked gloomy, and his tall and straight body was a little bent. He coughed lightly, and there was black blood at the corner of his mouth:
"What a Yufengxian, I underestimated her..."
"Is Yu Fengxian so tyrannical?"
Qin Si flicked her sleeves and closed the door, took out the elixir from her sleeve and handed it to Zhao Kun:
"Your injuries are too serious, don't resist."
Zhao Kun waved his hand away, tasting the continuous pain all over his body, and sneered "hehe":
"Who would have thought that the first person of the Zhang family's generation to understand the 'Undefeated Tiangang' would be a female streamer..."
"Invincible Tiangang?! Yu Fengxian actually understood the Undefeated Tiangang?"
Now, Qin Si was also a little surprised.
The Undefeated Tiangang is a secret secret of the royal family. It is only spread among the ten royal families. It is difficult to learn and master, but once it is achieved, it will be earth-shattering.
Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao in Xixi Prefecture, became famous all over the world with his martial arts on the Liuji Mountain battlefield.
It is said that after him, there was no other person in the Zhang family who understood the secret technique for decades.
"If she hadn't understood the undefeated Tiangang, how could she have retreated under the successive attacks of me, Yu Lingxian, Duan Fei, Yulong Sanren, Wang Jianhao, and An Pingfei?"
There was deep fear in Zhao Kun's eyes:
"If she doesn't die young and successfully obtains a Dao Fruit that suits her, she has at least a 70% chance of becoming a Martial Saint!"
"Seventy percent?"
Qin Si was heartbroken.
Martial Saints are no longer commonplace. Before the ancient times, existences of this level were called land gods, and they were revered by even emperors.
Even in this world, he was still a very important person.
But the difficulty of martial saints is beyond imagination. From the Qin Dynasty to the present, in the long period of three thousand years, there are only a few dozen martial saints with clear records.
And this is because in modern times, the threshold that cuts off the path between heaven and man has been constantly loosening.
Seventy percent is already very, very high.
"When Yu Fengxian shines this time, there will always be people who will keep an eye on her. However, people like her have their own aura and may not be able to turn danger into good fortune.
Our top priority is to find our master’s ‘indestructible golden body’!”
Zhao Kun coughed lightly:
"As long as she finds it, what if she realizes the undefeated Tiangang? Zhang Xuanba was so arrogant back then, wouldn't he also fall under the master's sword?"
"Shut up."
Qin Si's face changed slightly: "A few days ago, Xiaoying sneaked into the case room and was captured by the Qin brothers. There are six doors. The Jinyi guards are probably tracking me down..."
"Since you know this, why do you want to contact Yang Yu? He is the copper-badged head catcher of the Six Doors. Although no one except me knows your identity, you should know what the consequences will be if you reveal your identity!"
Zhao Kun looked at him coldly:
"You came to the Autumn Wind Tower to subdue the will of the Seven Emotions Goddess in the Taoist Fruit of the Goddess. Don't really fall into love between a man and a woman!"
"He is very nice and likable, but I..."
Qin Si folded her temples, her voice was ethereal, and the sound was transmitted so secretly that only Zhao Kun could hear:
"He seems to have the aura of his master!"
"What?!"
Zhao Kun suddenly stood up, but it seemed that he was injured, and a large mouthful of black blood gushed out, but he could no longer care about it, and stared at Qin Si with his reddish eyes:
"Is this true?!"
Qin Si nodded slightly:
"It still needs to be confirmed, but it's probably true."
"If that's true, if that's true..."
Zhao Kun's expression was agitated, and he suddenly restrained his voice, and his heart thumped: "The boy has such a good sense of smell, shouldn't his hearing be as good as well?"
"Probably not?"
He looked at Qin Si, but the latter opened the door and drove him out:
"It's late at night, I'm going to sleep."
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Wow~
In the pouring night rain, Yang Yu held an umbrella and walked slowly, walking steadily.
He closed his eyes slightly, and his five senses were shut down one after another, leaving only his hearing, which reached its limit.
At this moment, all kinds of sounds from heaven and earth rumbled in his ears, becoming extremely clear. He endured the harsh pain and rejected other sounds one by one.
All my attention was focused on the small building in the sea of peonies.
It is true that Zhao Kun is from the Nanling Sword Sect, but he does not believe that Qin Si is also from the Nanling Sword Sect!
The most important thing in a famous family is face. No matter what the reason is, it is impossible to go into a brothel to become a prostitute, even if it is only on the surface!
"call!"
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Yu's body trembled, and his steady pace became distracted for a moment.
"Master Yang, what are you doing?"
Xiao Wu noticed it and looked at him in surprise, a little sourly:
"Qin's body is very soft and moist, isn't it?"
"Intoxicated by lust?"
Yang Yu calmed down, glared at him, and left holding an umbrella.
The latter reluctantly glanced at the sea of peonies in the distance and quickly followed.
"call!"
Under the oil-paper umbrella, Yang Yu's eyes flashed slightly.
On a thunderstorm night, there was too much noise, and he couldn't really hear what was said in the room. After all, they were far apart, but from the sporadic words he heard, he had already guessed the identities of the two people!