Chapter 38 First-class masters show their magical powers
After walking out of the barren valley, Lin Qingxuan first went all the way north. After walking hundreds of miles, he saw a village. After asking a family, he realized that he had reached the border of Henan.
After begging for a bowl of red millet rice and eating it casually, Lin Qingxuan said goodbye to this kind family and prepared to take the North Beijing Road all the way north, passing through Kaifeng and Daming, and was sure to rush to Yanjing, the central capital.
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Just after the New Year, ice and snow covered Yanjing, the central capital of the Jin Dynasty. In the most prosperous area of Yanjing was the residence of the Sixth Prince.
The flower hall of Prince Zhao's Mansion was full of guests. At the head of the table was a young man with gorgeous clothes and fine features. He was none other than the young prince Wan Yankang.
There are six chairs and six square tables lined up on the right side, with six strange-looking people sitting there. On the left side is a middle-aged Taoist with long eyebrows and three black beards under his chin, and a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
A kind-hearted young man.
On one side were six guests from the Sixth Prince of Dajin, namely Ouyang Ke, the young master of the White Camel Mountain, Sha Tongtian, the leader of the Yellow River Gang, Peng Lianhu, the Thousand-Handed Man, Liang Ziweng, the old weirdo of the Immortal Ginseng, and Master Ren, the Five-Fingered Secret Sword Lingzhi.
The three-headed dragon leads to the sea.
On the other side are Wang Chuyi, the Yuyang Master of the Quanzhen Sect, and Guo Jing, a disciple of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters.
The two sides exchanged words for a while. The more Hou Tonghai looked at Guo Jing, the more angry he became. He left his seat and stood in the hall, picking up his long clothes and shouting: "Master Wang, let me ask you for your advice first."
Wang Chuyi said: "How can I dare to challenge you with my poor skills? I hope Brother Hou can show off his unique skills and open up my eyes, so that I can teach this young man a lesson and teach him that there is a world outside the world and there are people above us. In the future,
Don’t dare to show off your abilities anymore.”
Sha Tongtian said to Hou Tonghai: "Junior brother, you should practice the kung fu of 'burying people in the snow' and ask Master Wang for advice."
At this time, the flying snow did not stop. Hou Tonghai ran into the courtyard, swept and scooped up the snow with his arms, and piled it into a snow grave about three feet high. He kicked it firmly with his feet, took three steps back, and suddenly jumped up, head down.
With a thump, he was thrust upside down into the snow grave, and the white snow reached his chest.
After a long time, Hou Tonghai stretched out his hands and pulled his head out of the snow, then turned upright.
After that, Sha Tongtian reached out and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the saucer. He flicked the melon seeds with his middle finger and shot them three feet away. Then he neatly embedded words into the snow piled by Hou Tonghai.
After an hour like this, Peng Lianhu, Ouyang Ke, and Liang Ziwen also showed their abilities one by one, attracting cheers from everyone.
Soon the banquet was about to end, and the servants filled golden basins with warm water for everyone to wash their hands.
Wang Chuyi thought: "Now, as long as Master Lingzhi shows his martial arts, these people will take action together." When he looked sideways at the Tibetan monk, he saw him immersing his hands in the gold basin as if nothing had happened, paying no attention to it.
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Everyone had already finished washing their hands, but his hands were still soaked in the basin. After a while, wisps of water vapor suddenly rose in his golden basin. After a while, the water vapor in the basin became more and more abundant.
For a moment, there was a faint sound in the basin, and small bubbles popped up one by one from the bottom of the basin.
Wang Chuyi was secretly shocked: "This Tibetan monk's inner strength is amazing! Without further ado, I have to strike first." Suddenly, his body turned slightly sideways, his left hand passed over the two of them, and he grabbed Wanyankang's pulse gate on his wrist from the other seat, and held it.
He mentioned it and immediately grabbed the acupuncture points on his vest. Sha Tongtian and others were shocked and at a loss for words.
Wang Chuyi raised the wine pot with his right hand and said, "It is a fate to meet all the heroes today. I borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha and give you a drink." He lifted the wine pot with his right hand and gave it to everyone - pouring wine.
I saw an arrow of wine shoot out from the spout of the wine pot, and land in each person's wine glass one by one. No matter how far or near the person was, this arrow of wine always fell into the cup exactly.
Some people's wine glasses are empty, and some still have half a glass left, but they all pour it just right. More or less, a wine arrow falls from the sky, and after falling into the glass, it is completely full.
Not a single drop spilled out of the cup.
Master Lingzhi and others saw him pouring wine, showing off his profound internal skills. His right hand was able to pour wine in this way, and his left hand was placed on Wan Yankang's back. With a little movement, he immediately shattered his heart, lungs and internal organs, throwing him into a trap.
Next, I had no choice but to keep my eyes open and dare not take action.
As soon as Wang Chu finished pouring the wine, he took Wan Yankang as a hostage to force everyone to let Guo Jing go. Everyone had no choice but to agree.
After releasing Wanyan, Wang Chu took Guo Jing to the door of the flower hall. Master Lingzhi suddenly said: "Taoist master's skills are exquisite, which makes people admire him." He put his hands together and gave a salute. Suddenly, he raised his palms and a wave of
The strong wind suddenly rushed out.
When Wang Chu raised his hand to return the gift, he also used his strength in his palm, which must be offset by the internal strength he had practiced for decades.
As soon as the two strong winds touched each other, Master Lingzhi changed his internal force into external force, and his right palm suddenly reached out to grab Wang Chu's wrist.
This move was extremely swift, and Wang Chu changed his moves with great agility. He hooked his wrist with his backhand, strong against strong, head-on. As soon as their wrists connected, the two immediately separated.
Master Lingzhi's face changed slightly and he said, "I admire you, I admire you!" He jumped back.
Wang Chuyi smiled and said: "Master is famous all over the world, how come his words don't count?"
Master Lingzhi said angrily: "I don't want to keep this boy named Guo, I want to keep you..." He was shocked by Wang Chu's palm force and was already injured. If he calmed down and breathed evenly, he would not be injured for a while.
He had a seizure, but was aroused by Wang Chuyi's words, and his anger surged. Before he could finish his words, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Wang Chuyi didn't dare to stay, so he took Guo Jing's hand and hurriedly walked out of the house.
When everyone saw that the great monk Lingzhi was vomiting blood, they only thought that Wang Chuyi was a very powerful martial artist and did not dare to pursue him.
Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the living room, Ouyang Ke suddenly snorted coldly and said, "Friends in the room, why don't you come down and have a glass of wine?"
As soon as Ouyang Ke finished speaking, Sha Tongtian and others suddenly woke up and noticed the movement one after another. They knew in their hearts that they had just been focusing on Wang Chuyi and Guo Zhen, and they didn't realize that there was someone snooping on the house.
As everyone was about to jump onto the roof, a black shadow suddenly fell, and a beggar with tattered clothes and a dark face appeared in front of the flower hall. He was holding a sword-like flat iron rod in his hand. He was short and very strange.
"Friends of the Beggar Clan? Are you a helper of the Quanzhen Sect?" Hou Tonghai snorted coldly and asked.
The beggar grinned and showed a mouth full of white teeth, and said: "I, Nogi Shiba, am walking around the world just to fight injustice. I just saw you six good guys bullying other people's old men and young people, so I deliberately tried to make a difference. I didn't want you to be too useless and couldn't stay."
A servant, haha..."
The beggar's face was dark and dirty, and his appearance could not be clearly seen, but he was probably not very old, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he sounded young.
"If I can't keep the old man, then I'll keep you!"
Several others were still hesitant because they were worried that this man was a disciple of the Beggar Clan, but Peng Lianhu burst out with a strange laugh and grabbed it with one hand, thinking of capturing the little beggar first.
Peng Lianhu's grasp was extremely swift and violent, showing his superb kung fu.
Several powerful men in the world knew that Master Peng could accomplish great feats with just one move. Unexpectedly, the dirty beggar managed to escape by rolling around on his back.
Sha Tongtian, Liang Ziweng and others just paid it back, but Ouyang Ke was rigorous in his studies and had a broad vision. At a glance, he saw that the dirty beggar’s dodging movements really contained profound body skills. He said solemnly: "Your Excellency is the Nine Finger
A disciple of Senior Beggar Hong, right?"
This question frightened Liang Ziweng's face, and several others were also surprised and confused.
The dirty beggar shook his head and said: "Guangzhu Hong is a god-like figure. How could I be lucky enough to know him? You don't have to guess. If you really want to compete with me, just draw a line. You are all great heroes.
Don’t allow a swarm of swarms of swarms to come around you.”