"Hong Qigong? This name is strange!" Qin Mo murmured and continued to flip it curiously. [ ]

"The first style of the tiger is filled with claws, like a bird but not a bird, like a tiger but not a meal, claws like steel bars, agile like wind, the second style of the tiger is covered with five rings, the claws are moved with the heart, shadowless and invisible, the tiger is buried.

The third form..." When Qin Mo finished reading all the eighteen styles of Fuhu, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Because, the eighteen styles of Fuhu that were explained in this book "Analysis of Fuhu's Fist" are exactly the same as the ones I had completely modified the eighteen styles of Fuhu's Fist as I felt my body. Could it be that

Is this the original of the eighteen styles of the Tiger?

If you want to say that who knows the Eighteen Styles of Fuhu in this continent best, it is Qin Mo. Because of learning the basic techniques of the Five Elements Body Forging, Qin Mo's body's grasp of movements has reached its peak, and Fuhu in the Tenth Level of Fuhu in the Ten

The eight styles emphasize the coordination of the body. Therefore, when Qin Mo was only eight years old, he perfected the eighteen styles of the Tiger to another level.

However, this is not the reason why Qin Mo felt shocked. What shocked Qin Mo the most was the last sentence mentioned in the book, "The eighteen styles of subduing the tiger, the eighteen styles of subduing the dragon, the eighteen styles of subduing the tiger, the eighteen styles of subduing the dragon, the eighteen styles of subduing the tiger, the eighteen dragon.

The world divides it into two types of martial arts, which is ridiculous and lamentable! But I don’t know that the subduing tiger and the subduing dragon complement each other. If the two are integrated, they will move with you, which will cause the sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring, and the sound of exhaling is like thunder.

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"The eighteen poses of subduing the tiger to subdue the dragon? They complement each other? Could it be that the subduing the tiger and subdue the dragon to subdue the dragon? Later generations mistakenly divided it into two different martial arts?" Qin Mo kept thinking in his mind.

"I wonder if there is any collection of these eighteen dragon-subduing styles here!" Qin Mo put down the eighteen tiger-subduing styles in his hand and began to search in the library. However, Qin Mo spent a whole day raising the second-floor library.

After searching through it, I didn't find the eighteen dragon subduing styles.

Qin Mo sighed, and couldn't help but hide the idea of ​​confirmation in his heart, waiting to see if he could find the eighteen dragon subjugation styles in the future. Qin Mo had a kind of intuition. When he found the eighteen dragon subjugation styles, he might be able to merge it.

It is a move to meet the requirements stated by the Master of Monsters when he left.

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In Beiwu City, a huge mansion covering an area of ​​about ten miles east is lying like a giant dragon in Beiwu City, exuding a vast and majestic atmosphere.

The gate, which was dozens of meters high, was tightly closed, and the words "Zhao Mansion" on the horizontal plaque exuded a vast and majestic atmosphere. This was the mansion of General Zhao Changsheng, the founding general of the Beiwu Dynasty.

"Tait..."

A carriage quickly turned out from the corner of the street and stopped outside the gate of the Zhao Mansion with a rapid sound of trampling. Then, a thin triangular man rolled down from the carriage and staggered towards the gate of the Zhao Mansion.

Run.

"Stop, this is General Zhao's mansion, and those who break free will be killed!" A soldier guarding outside the door saw the man with a stumbled triangle-eyed eyes running over, and couldn't help but shout. At the same time, the spear was upright and the word "kill" was blew.

He exuded a strong murderous aura all over his body. This was the murderous aura possessed by elite soldiers who fought for a long time on the battlefield.

"You are blind, and I don't even recognize me. Go in and report quickly and say that the eldest young master is back!" Zhao Jiahe was very angry. He ran outside for nearly half a year before returning to Zhao's mansion. He didn't expect that he would actually be fine if he was not.

He was scolded by a soldier guarding the gate.

"Get out, the eldest young master is at the Beiwu Academy. If you dare to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The soldier who was guarding the gate obviously only had to be transferred back from the army in the past two years and did not know Zhao Jiahe.

"Waste Talent" I saw a sudden angrily shout from the carriage, and a white figure walked down from the carriage. The eyes of a pair of gloomy vultures were filled with fatigue. They glared at Zhao Jiahe and stepped directly towards the gate.

And go.

"Stop..." Just as the guard soldier shouted, he suddenly looked at the token in Zhao Mingyang's hand as if something was stuck in his throat, and looked shocked. The murderous aura on his body disappeared invisibly, and he was about to come.

The young man in white who passed by was bowing.

"Hmph!" Zhao Mingyang looked at the doorman coldly, snorted angrily and walked directly inside. "Zhao Jiahe asked the two of them to carry their uncle's body in."

When the young man in white was walking away, the guard raised his head and looked at the white back who had disappeared from the corner in shock. "Golden Token? Is it really the eldest young master back?"

"Hello, Master!" Some servants in the courtyard looked at Zhao Mingyang who was as cold as ice, and bowed respectfully, for fear that they would accidentally provoke this domineering and cruel young master and cause death.

"Why is the eldest young master back? He looks very angry. It's so miserable. There will be no good life in the future!" Some servants spoke one after another. The back of Zhao Mingyang was also full of fear!

Zhao Mingyang was indeed very angry. Since the moment he saw his uncle's body in the inner courtyard hall of the college, Zhao Mingyang's heart has been burning. He, the eldest son of the direct descendant of the Zhao clan, was actually ordered by the college to graduate early?

Moreover, I worked hard with the college for two months, and I paid countless wealth, and wanted to continue to stay in the college, but in the end I was still driven out by the college's law enforcement team.

"Hmph, there are two blood holes the size of a fist on my uncle's chest. They are actually said to be killed by a monster?" Thinking of Long Shisan's explanation, the nameless fire in Zhao Mingyang's heart burned again. He walked towards the lobby.

His pace suddenly accelerated.

"Yang'er, Yang'er, I heard you are back!" Just as Zhao Mingyang first stepped into the central hall courtyard, a noble lady with a look similar to Lin Zidao was surrounded by several maids.

He quickly stepped on the bridge from the other side of the green lake. It was Zhao Mingyang's mother Lin Ziyi!

"Mother!" As soon as Zhao Mingyang walked into the intermediate courtyard, he saw his mother Lin coming quickly towards the courtyard gate. He couldn't help but wail and rushed forward and rushed forward.

"Silly child, why are you crying so sadly? Who dares to bully my Yang'er?" Lin gently patted his son's back, looking at his son crying so sadly, the joy of the original reunion suddenly turned into a strong evil spirit.

!

"Mother, uncle...uncle..." Zhao Mingyang broke free from Lin's arms, looked at his mother's familiar faces that were similar to his uncle, and couldn't help but sobbed. Although Zhao Mingyang was sinister and domineering, he was urinating.

I began to care for my uncle who grew up, and my feelings were no less than my parents.

"Uncle? By the way, didn't your uncle take several members of his family to your college before the New Year? Why didn't he come back with you?" Lin couldn't help but look at the outer courtyard. He hadn't seen his brother for nearly a year.

Now!

"Uncle,...Uncle is dead!" Zhao Mingyang looked at his mother who was constantly looking at the outer yard, and said no less, and dared not look at his mother Lin again.

"What? Yang'er, what did you say just now?" Lin couldn't help but pause when he heard his son's mosquito-like voice, shaking it, and then grabbed Zhao Mingyang's arms vigorously, with a sense of inability tone in his tone.

Confidence.

"Uncle is dead!" Zhao Mingyang shouted loudly, his tone full of madness.

"No, this is impossible. Your uncle is a powerful man of King Wu. In the entire Beizhou, no one can kill your uncle." Lin looked at his son's hysterical roar, and his mind buzzed,

A bolt from the blue. Those beautiful eyes suddenly lost all their charm and murmured to themselves.

"Yang'er, Yang'er, you're joking with Wei'er, right? This is not funny at all!" Lin's face, which was originally full of nobleness, suddenly twisted, and his tone was filled with prayer.

At this moment, Zhao Jiahe, who was behind him, was constantly urging two servants carrying an ice bed to walk into the intermediate yard. The ice bed was covered with a white cloth, and one could vaguely see a lying on the ice yard.

Silhouettes on the bed.

Lin's eyes, which were originally full of hope, were stunned when he looked at Zhao Mingyang's eyes. Looking at the ice bed that had just been lifted in, he staggered and walked up, and slowly lifted the white cloth with trembling hands. A pale piece without a trace of blood.

The face appeared in Lin's eyes.

Lin looked at his brother who was lying quietly on the ice bed. His familiar face seemed to be yesterday, so close and familiar. Lin trembled with his hands and gently stroked Lin Zidao's slightly deformed cheeks, because of the ice.

At the low temperature of the bed, Lin Zidao's pale cheeks were covered with a faint layer of ice.

Thinking of his brother who had been taking care of himself and loving him when he was a child, his body was lying cold on the ice bed without moving, and there were two dazzling blood holes on his chest, Lin couldn't help but wail, his voice full of sorrow.

"Brother, who killed you? I want to destroy his whole family!" A shrill voice suddenly rang throughout the sky.

"Huh? Is it Ziyi's voice?" The elegant middle-aged man who was practicing calligraphy suddenly frowned. He put down the brush in his hand, closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and saw that the deep pair were as deep as a piece of depth.

Tan's eyes shot out a ray of light, and his figure flashed and disappeared outside the study!

"Ziyi" A elegant figure suddenly went out on the edge of Qinghu Lake, and appeared next to Lin's side with a flash, with a strong sense of care in his voice! The person who came was Zhao Kunzhan who came from the study.

"Brother Zhan, brother is dead!" Lin Shi couldn't help but pounce in her arms and burst into tears when she saw Zhao Kunzhan who suddenly appeared beside her.

"What, Brother Zidao is dead?" At this time, Zhao Kunzhan discovered Lin Zidao's body lying on the ice bed and his eldest son Zhao Mingyang standing beside him. His originally calm face suddenly condensed, and his voice was filled with a faint murderous aura.

"Mingyang, what happened! How did your uncle die!" Zhao Kunzhan comforted his beloved wife, then stepped out of the servants in the yard, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Mingyang. The originally elegant Zhao Kunzhan was furious and immediately exuded his anger.

A very cold murderous aura made the whole yard full of silence!

Although it was twelve o'clock, Dongfeng still tried hard to code this chapter and felt so tired! Please take advantage of Dongfeng's efforts and recommend it to support it. Those with gold medals should also throw a piece to comfort me.
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