The first thousand two hundred and twenty-first chapters of the scourge left behind
Just now, Li Shixun hated his opponent's cruelty so much that he gathered all his strength in his palms and used his ferocious internal force to destroy his opponent's meridians and cripple his martial arts.
Li Shixun walked up to his opponent, bent down and put the Shaolin disciple on the ground, staring fiercely at the ninja in front of him with blazing eyes, without saying a word.
The other party obviously knew what he meant, and there was a look of fear on his painful face. His eyes flashed a few times, and he took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist while enduring the pain all over his body.
Li Shixun snatched the medicine bottle over, pulled out the cork at the mouth of the bottle, smelled it, and then poured out a few red pills. He knew that people who practiced this kind of Yin-Cold Kung Fu had a special aphrodisiac.
Take medicine to prevent yourself from being unable to control the power of yin and cold during practice, and will be counterattacked by yin energy.
"Is this it? How many pills?" Li Shixun asked coldly. "Three pills, take three days in a row." The other party replied feebly in stiff Chinese dialect, holding his hands tightly on his chest, and the facial features on his face were already in pain.
become twisted.
Li Shixun picked up three red pills and stuffed them into the Shaolin disciple's mouth. Then he sat cross-legged next to the Shaolin disciple, holding his hand and injecting Qi to help him quickly dissolve the medicine in his body.
After a while, the Shaolin disciple's face improved significantly, and the purple color faded a lot. He slowly opened his eyes and nodded to Li Shixun, then turned his head and struggled to stand up with eyes filled with anger.
Seeing that his face had improved a lot, Li Shixun felt relieved. He pushed him to the ground and asked, "What happened just now?" The Shaolin disciple said angrily, "I don't know what happened? I just passed by here, and it happened to be
I saw him coming from the opposite side. When I just passed by, he suddenly stopped me and asked me if I was a Shaolin disciple. I said yes, what's the matter? I didn't expect him to follow and take action. I still don't know why.
Did you provoke him?"
Li Shixun frowned, and when they met by chance, how could this Japanese man carry out such a murder? He turned to look at Gao Qiaomu, whose face was full of pain, and asked: "Why are you so cruel?"
Gao Qiaomu's face was covered in cold sweat at this time. The pure energy that the other party had input into his body was running rampant through his meridians, and his whole body felt like it was being torn apart.
He looked at Li Shixun with a pleading look in his eyes, the muscles on his pale face were beating, and his mouth was open but he couldn't say a word.
Li Shixun knew that this vicious Japanese pirate would never be able to harm others with his own skills in this life. He raised his hand to hold the opponent's left hand, and a burst of true energy rushed into his body, removing all the remaining traces of himself in his body.
The true energy was driven out of the body along with the cold internal energy he had cultivated.
Gao Qiaomu's eyes suddenly flashed with a sinister look, but his face clearly showed a trace of blood, and the painful expression disappeared.
But he knew in his heart that the other party relieved him of the pain of being devoured by snakes, but also destroyed the remaining internal strength in his body. That was a unique skill he had practiced for more than ten years. He knew that he would never be able to do it again in this life.
He can no longer practice advanced internal skills, as the meridians in his body have been destroyed by his opponent.
Li Shixun looked at him coldly. Gao Qiaomu knew that his actions had aroused the anger of the internal martial arts master in front of him. Once he angered him again, it would be difficult for him to leave here.
With a look of fear in his eyes, he bit his lip tightly and murmured in blunt Chinese: "I am Gao Qiaomu of the Takahashi family, a ninja from country R. I came to your place this time just to see
I have seen the martial arts of various sects in China. I just met this man and knew that he was a martial arts practitioner, so I wanted to compete with him."
His voice became smaller and smaller, and he was obviously feeling guilty. How could he be so ruthless when comparing martial arts? Isn't this just taking advantage of one's own martial arts to kill people!
The Shaolin disciple next to him opened his eyes angrily when he heard this. They had just had a confused fight and almost got killed by the opponent. It turned out that the opponent was just trying to compete with him in martial arts.
He angrily raised his right palm and hit Takahashi with a "whoosh", his eyes were red as if blood was coming out.
Li Shixun suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the wrist that was struck, and said coldly: "The other party is a beast. We, China, are a country of etiquette and a huge country. How can we fight against a person like him who has lost his resistance? Forget it.
Spare his life, let him go back, and also warn those wanderers who don’t know the heights of the sky, the land of China is not a place for them to do whatever they want!”
After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Gao Qiaomu coldly, and said sternly: "I don't know where your Gaoqiao family comes from? If you really want to come here sincerely to communicate and learn from each other, we welcome you, but if you want to be in this big area,
Acting wantonly on the ground? Hehe! You don’t
Do you want to see the Chinese martial arts? You have seen it today. Please go back and tell your people not to step into the Chinese again in the future, otherwise they will not be as lucky as you!" As he said that, he felt fierce.
The ground gave off a strong burst of energy.
Gao Qiaomu shivered all over, but he knew that he had saved his life. He slowly sat up from the ground weakly, looked at Li Shixun and asked coldly: "I wonder if this warrior can tell you about your sect?
So that I can know who was responsible for the defeat?"
He knew that China was a land of etiquette, and the martial arts people in the Central Plains were very strict with their words. Since they said they would let him go, they would definitely not take his life again, so he became more courageous to speak.
"Hahahaha, yes! We Chinese people have always acted with integrity. I am a descendant of the Li family in Wuyuan Mountain. My name is Li Shixun." Li Shixun replied loudly, and then he picked up the Shaolin disciple and walked away...
What Li Shixun didn't expect was that forty years later, Takahashi would actually send his grandson to China to show off his power, without learning the lessons of the year or his own admonitions. The old man suddenly laughed when he thought of this.
There was an angry sound in his voice.
My one thought of kindness at that time actually caused the death of my disciples and Chinese martial arts people forty years later! My disciple was hit by the opponent's palm and injured the eight meridians.
No matter how hard it is to recover, and there are so many Chinese martial arts people around who have been killed by little Japanese pirates, isn't this the disaster that I left behind back then?
A few days ago, when his disciple was sent back to his mountain residence, he immediately used Qigong to heal his injuries. At that time, he faintly felt a cold inner force in his body. He also heard that he was injured by a Japanese warrior.
At that time, he suspected that it was the Kung Fu of the Takahashi family, and he could still remember the cold inner strength of his opponent back then.
Unexpectedly, it seems now that the descendants of the Takahashi family were actually running rampant in the land of China again. No wonder a raging fire rose in the old man's heart.