As for whether this little thing is golden silkworm Gu, I don't know. Anyway, the old man in Tang suit just said it casually, so I just listened.
After all, my understanding of Gu insects is very limited.
You tame it in a daze, raise it in a daze, but who would have thought that if you keep it, it will become what others call a golden silkworm Gu!
However, at this time, my worry about blaming you has not diminished at all. After all, the little thing was burned by the fire just now.
At this time, seeing that Zhou Qingyang was out of bullets, I just wanted to get up and go out, but Huzi held me down and pointed at my arm. I immediately understood that he was afraid that I would reveal my identity when I went out.
But I was worried. The temperature of the old man's flame was very high. I could clearly feel it through the Gu worm. What if this little guy was burned to death?
However, my worry was obviously unnecessary. In just a few breaths, the worry on my face disappeared.
Because the little guy was sending messages back and forth to me, it didn't seem to be a big deal.
It flapped its wings and hovered above the heads of several people, making a soft squeaking sound from its mouth. Even from a long distance, you could feel the ferocity emanating from it.
On the ground, Ouyang Yunzhi was still holding his stomach and screaming in agony. The poisonous insects were already rioting in his stomach. The reason why he was not immediately exploded to death by the insects was the result of my efforts to suppress it.
The moment he was about to be exploded by the Gu insect, I suppressed the Gu insect with my mind, because I suddenly wanted to leave him alive first. Anyway, he was already under my control and I could kill him at any time.
Of course, the most important thing is that his name saved him, because there is only one word difference between him and Ouyang Yunrui. I am worried that there may be some relationship between the two? If the wrong killer is chosen, it will be troublesome.
After all, Ouyang Yunrui and I are now half of our own people. I still have to leave some room for others. This has nothing to do with Nian Xi, but because of conscience.
After all, it is a matter of human relations between people, so as not to cause trouble between the two parties.
Ouyang Yunzhi was controlled, Zhou Qingyang was out of bullets, and now the only threat was the old man in Tang suit.
At this moment, the old man in Tang suit was staring at the small thing above his head with an extremely solemn expression. He was holding the only other ball tightly in his hand, but he did not dare to throw it out easily.
After a moment of stalemate, the old guy clasped his fists with a heavy face and gently raised his hands to the surroundings.
"I wonder which expert in the industry is this? Can you show up and meet me?"
While talking, he protected Zhou Qingyang behind him, and slowly stretched out his other hand, grabbed a small tree as thick as his wrist next to him, and then squeezed it hard.
The small tree as thick as his wrist was crushed by him with a snap.
I couldn't help but shrink my pupils, this old man is so strong!
Even a master in Xuanmen would not have such strength under normal circumstances to be able to break a tree trunk alive. This is simply a pair of iron pliers.
But then, I noticed something unusual. His nails were sharp, hard and long, shining like iron hooks.
The most bizarre thing is that his left hand is dry and shriveled, with a light bluish-purple skin and tightly wrapped around the bone joints, making it look like a withered bird paw.
But his right hand looks like a normal person.
Judging from the look of his left hand, I guessed that it must be a horizontally practiced Kung Fu, but I didn't expect that this old man turned out to be a master of the outer sect.
And in my mind, I couldn't help but recall the rumors that my grandfather told me before.
Throughout the world, capable people have emerged in large numbers, and there are countless masters. Although most people in Xuanmen focus on cultivating inner Qi, there are also people who focus on and practice outer martial arts, and even the body, such as the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt.
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Of course, this is different from the golden body protection seen on TV. The golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt seen on TV are just for the sake of visual effects.
The real golden bell and iron shirt are pure horizontal kung fu training.
It is said that the practice has been started since childhood. By beating and kneading the body with high intensity, the muscle tissue of the body is completely in a state of tension until the skin of the body is beaten to pieces, and then special potions are used.
Soak your body.
Repeatedly.
After long-term exercise, the human body will undergo a series of changes.
At first, the muscles will gradually lose their softness and become stiffer, and a layer of cutin will appear on the surface of the skin due to the medicine.
At this time, the body's ability to resist blows will become very terrifying, and this horizontal training can be regarded as a small success.
Once you practice to this level, ordinary people's fists and kicks will not pose any threat to them at all. Hitting such people will be like scratching an itch, and you will even feel that you can't stand the fists.
I heard my grandfather say that he had seen such an expert when he was in rural Shandong. He had a conflict with the villagers over the vegetable land and was chopped down with a shovel.
The result was shocking. The sharp shovel only left a faint white mark on his body without even breaking the skin.
As a result, the attacker was stunned on the spot, and the five brothers collectively gave in.
Grandpa visited this old man. According to the old man, his ancestor was a martial arts champion during the Qing Dynasty, and he had been practicing horizontal kung fu since he was a child.
Kung Fu is passed down from ancestors, especially the potion, which is the key to practice.
It was only then that my grandfather learned how powerful this kind of external martial arts was.
According to my grandfather's description, this old man showed him how powerful Heng Lian Kung Fu was. As soon as he took off his clothes, he knocked down the brick wall in the yard with his body.
In the case of the old man in front of me, it seems that he has practiced similar kung fu, but he only built it partially.
There are several types that come to mind, such as the coffin-opening hand, the eagle claw technique, or the iron sand palm. Each of these techniques is extremely terrifying to achieve.
My grandfather also told me about this kind of local hand skills, and it also requires great perseverance to practice.
For example, the Eagle Claw Skill is all about gripping strength. In order to have strong finger strength, you need to exercise a lot. In the early stage, you can grab stone piers and iron balls. In the later stage, cut the gourd in half and throw it into the water tank with the belly facing up.
Grab it with your hands.
This old man can grab a tree trunk. You can imagine what kind of terrifying state it is in. It is expected that he has reached the state of grabbing a gourd. If he twists his arm...
I can't imagine it.
Suddenly, the gaze in my heart stopped where we were.