Ci Xin walked off the pier and looked at the person who stopped her expressionlessly.
When Ci Xin was young, she read the original work of "Feng Shen Bang" and was deeply impressed by the phrase "Fellow Taoist, please stay." However, she never expected that one day someone would call her that.
Cixin raised her eyes and looked at Master Zhang, who was walking from a distance.
Master Zhang was still dressed in a Tang suit, with a slightly stout figure, a three-part beard, and a somewhat immortal air. At this time, his pace seemed slow but actually fast, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Ci Xin was a little wary. Master Zhang was already a top expert just by showing off his skills. She also noticed that Master Zhang was holding a telescope in his hand.
He must have been standing on the roof of a nearby house with a telescope and saw everything just now.
"What do you do for me?" Ci Xin's tone did not waver at all, and he casually reached into his satchel with one hand. Master Zhang looked at it and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He could see that he had a compassionate heart and was walking in the right way. Even though his approach was not correct, his skills were quite good. But the style of carrying a cannonball around was really hard to describe in words.
I don’t know which expert taught it.
Master Zhang calmed down his thoughts and said with a smile: "I see that Taoist friends have mixed up their practice, and the breath throughout the body is mixed with Buddhism. It seems that there are also methods from the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions. I'm afraid... it will be difficult to achieve true enlightenment in the future."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently twirled his beard, looking like "I am a wise man, come and ask me". Ci Xin watched him say what he said, and after waiting for two seconds, he suddenly swayed and said in front of his face.
Punch away.
Compassion's fist is small, white and tender, and does not seem to have any lethality.
But the strong wind brought by the circle was as strong as usual, and there was a sonic boom with a loud "bang" sound. Master Zhang was stunned for a moment, thinking that Ci Xin would hit him just as he said.
Originally, in my imagination, what I said just now hit the point, and even if my compassion was acknowledging, I would at most say a few words to me.
Unexpectedly, after meeting, the man played his cards according to the routine and used the killer move of Knowing the Sun.
Zhang Xiaoshi's pupils shrank, and there was no voice in his mind yelling, telling me to hide away, otherwise I would die. But Compassion's speed was too slow, and it caught me off guard again.
Little Master Zhang knew it and hid forward if he succeeded.
As soon as he dodged, he became passive. He dodged the punch and was followed by countless killing moves. "You can dodge!"
Zhang Xiaoshi raised his heart, let out a small roar, raised his arms together, and responded. At the last moment, it was like two small rubber hammers colliding together.
Zhang Xiaoshi groaned and took eight small steps in a row.
A blush appeared on Ci Xin's face, and he stood motionless. The strength of the two was low.
Zhang Xiaoshi’s face was ugly. Although I expected Ci The strength of the heart is extraordinary, but I never imagined that it would be so weak. I also understand in my heart why what Ci Xin said to me just now is totally reasonable.
If my strength is there, why should I listen to my nonsense?
Zhang Xiaoshi was worried, put his hands on his collar, and pulled open the Tang suit on his lower body with a sharp sound.
As I pass middle age, my muscles are full and my skin is sagging, which makes my actions less funny.
But Cixin saw Zhang Xiaoshi's Qiongqi tattoo extending from his shoulder to his right chest, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke for the first time: "His surname is also Zhang. Who is Yigel?"
Zhang Xiaoshi was surprised: "Do you know Qishan, fellow Taoist?"
Did I misunderstand my age because of Ci Xin’s appearance? A girl in her seventies might not have that kind of strength. Ci Xin’s answer is.
Zhang Xiaoshi continued: "You and Qishan are both branches of the Zhang family, and we are cousins based on seniority." Ci Xin said "hmm", then tiptoed and attacked again.
Zhang Xiaoshi was taken aback. He originally thought that speaking compassionately and mentioning old friends would help to build a relationship.
I thought that the logic of interfering girls is basically the same.
After mentioning Eagle, he continued to fight, so why did he mention me? Zhang Xiaoshi was depressed, and his reaction was not quick at all.
With a sudden sip, his whole body felt like it was inflated, and his muscles swelled.
The Qiongqi tattoo under his body became increasingly visibly turbid, and his whole aura dropped by two levels. He waved his hand, received Cixin's punch, and then struck back with his backhand.
The two of them were jumping up and down, trying to figure out their skills and defenses back and forth, and their delivery was extremely slow.
They were like two whirlwinds, rolling back and forth on the beach, colliding at low speed and then separated immediately. In the blink of an eye, they fought for dozens of rounds, and with a bang, the seven people separated, each taking a few steps forward. The sleeves of the compassionate white skirt were floating.
Gone with the wind, he still looks like a man in his eighties.
Only outside the narrow and loose sleeves, the originally thin and white arms actually swelled a little, becoming thicker than a special woman, with bulging muscles and protruding tendons.
Because of the continuous exertion of force, the blood in your body surges like a river, exuding an astonishing coldness. If you look at it, you will see wisps of white steam rising from the top of your head, even to the surface of your skin.
Opposite Zhang Xiaoshi was even more embarrassed.
He was panting with his mouth open, and his face was swollen and red, as if he had been exercising for a long time and had just run ten kilometers away.
The Qiongqi tattoo under his body was stimulated by his blood and turned into a dim red, becoming more lifelike, kind and normal.
Ci Xin looked at the other party and spoke again: "As expected of him, he is a member of the same clan as Eagle. It's a pity that he is obsessed with nonsense.
Confusion, messing up your Taoist mind. As he spoke, his loving hand reached out of his satchel and took out this demon-conquering pestle.
Later, I used the Demon-Subduing Pestle because it was convenient to use one at a time to avoid getting my hands dirty. Now, when facing Master Zhang, I took out the Demon-Subduing Pestle to show off the opponent.
Zhang Xiaoshi's heart twitched as he looked at this swarthy white magic pestle.
I haven't tried my best just now, and 40/10 of my ability lies in my fists and feet. Even if you give me weapons, it may not increase a few points.
On the contrary, with the Compassionate Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand, his momentum suddenly dropped, and it was obviously different from before. Master Zhang swallowed his foam and said quickly: "Fellow Taoist, hurry up, on top..."
By the time I finished speaking, Compassion's pestle had not yet hit me.
Just now, I dared to fight head-on with punches and kicks, but now I changed my weapon, no matter what, I dared to do so. In addition, the consumption just now was too small, and I immediately fell into the upper hand.
That fight only took a few moves, but Master Zhang was able to withstand it.
Knowing that another attack would bring more harm than good, Zhang Xiaoshi regretted provoking Ci Xin today.
But now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in feeling sorry for yourself, so I hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist, stop it, you don't have a way to live forever. I would like to discuss the details with you."
Meanwhile, outside the hotel.
Seeing that Ding Lu was about to come out of the house, there was no big crow watching. Although the situation was critical, Zhang Qishan's mind was still calm.
I quickly made a judgment and rushed to the room next to Du Fei. The door was locked, but it blocked me.
With a bang, Ding Luyu knocked on the door and entered.
Although the fundamental problem was solved outside, we could not temporarily break away from the favorable terrain to avoid falling into the joint strangulation of Du Fei and Dawu.
Zhang Qishan's face was clear. Before leaving the house, he immediately rolled over, turned around and pointed his gun at the door.
The door limited the area. At this time, no matter whether it was Du Fei or Da Wu, if they rushed back from inside, I was not confident that they would hit 100%.
However, at the last moment, just as Zhang Qishan pulled the trigger, the gun went off. The sound of gunfire came from the direction of the balcony.
"Bang bang bang~"
Eight shots were fired in succession, all of them hitting Zhang Qishan's back. One shot hit the heart, one hit the lungs, and one hit the waist, all of which were vital organs.
Zhang Qishan fell to the ground with a groan, turning over and looking in the direction of the balcony with a look of disbelief on his face.
I saw Ding Lu standing under the balcony, holding a Type 54 pistol in his hand, the smoking muzzle still pointing at me. "He..." Zhang Qishan's face was full of surprise, thinking he understood why Du Fei did this
Appear outside.
Then he turned to look at the door. I saw a small one and a big one, with two hairy heads sticking out from the side. One was a big black bird, and the other was a big yellow one.
It turned out that before Du Fei sprayed fire twice, he had dragged out the flamethrower. What Ding Luyu saw was just an illusion created by Dahuang.
Originally, with Ding Luyu's strength, it was possible for her to be affected by that illusion.
But in this situation, Zhang Qishan's judgment has obviously improved, so he didn't see through it. It's also because Dahuang is so cunning and cunning, he only uses illusions and is still trying to figure out people's hearts.
The illusion it just created was just the flamethrower's nozzle protruding from the outside of the house, and it didn't appear less. That would be really stupid.
It must be possible to really bring out Du Fei's illusion. The easier it is, the fewer flaws there will be. The more difficult it is to make it self-defeating and let Zhang Qishan discover the flaws, but the real Du Fei has not yet known where to jump from the balcony.
Actually, in this situation, Zhang Qishan's only chance to turn the situation around was not to rush out of the guest rooms on both sides of the corridor. I had no two choices, one was the one next to Du Fei, and the other was the one opposite.
The hotel rooms are not facing each other. To go to the opposite room, the door should be two meters back.
Therefore, when Eagle makes his choice, he is most likely to enter here. Du Fei comes in advance and waits, what he wants is a high probability.
If there was a small probability situation, he would have no choice but to admit it.
Eagle's face turned pale, and a pool of bright red blood spread under his body. He leaned weakly on the bed. Du Fei looked at it and couldn't help but sigh at the tenacious vitality of these top martial arts masters.
An ordinary person would have been hit in the heart, lungs, and waist, and would probably have died on the spot. But Eagle was still thinking about giving him a backrest before he died.
There was a "bang" and the gunshot rang out again.
The bullet hit Eagle's left wrist.
Eagle groaned miserably again, despair appearing in his eyes.
A short dagger without a handle fell out of his hit palm. The dagger was shaped like an eagle's talon, with only a ring pierced through his finger. If Du Fei had been careless just now, he would have approached it.
It would be really painful to be stabbed by this thing.
After his last little thought was seen through, Eagle smiled bitterly and opened his mouth to say something.
However, because his lung lobe was shot, a large mouthful of blood foam spurted out. He was choked and coughed violently, unable to speak at all. Du Fei then took two steps forward and looked at the man lying on the ground whose life was counting down.
Eagle didn't look at Du Fei anymore and leaned his head on the bed with his eyes distracted.
Du Fei thought silently, watching Eagle's vitality weakening rapidly, and finally had a thought. The next moment, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared out of thin air.