Chapter 86: The Great Technique of Transforming Gong (2)
Murong Fu switched the folding fan in his hand to his left hand, and with a distance of three feet between his body and the bowl of wine, he slowly moved his right hand out.
Everyone held their breath and waited for the next shocking battle. However, what was disappointing was that every time Murong Fu's fingertips were still half an inch away from the edge of the wine bowl, they retracted again, as if they had encountered something.
Like an invisible barrier, if you repeat this several times, you won't even touch the wine bowl.
Everyone was anxious and talking a lot. The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect wanted to flatter their master, but the look on his face made them shut up. Occasionally, those who were slow to respond tried to shout a few slogans, but were stopped by the people around them.
He stopped visibly.
As the saying goes, a layman can only watch the excitement, and an expert can watch the door. Those onlookers who came to watch for the excitement were very bored when they saw that the two people had not taken action and were just making fuss around a wine bowl.
I don't know who made a "boo" sound, and then the originally still crowd broke into pieces with a "crash" like the ice on a pond in early spring. Then those who were doing business went on to do business, those who were drying their clothes continued to dry their clothes, and those who were drinking.
Holding the wine bowl, shaking his head, he continued to continue the unfinished gossip business just now, as if the war that had just made countless people fearful did not exist at all.
The street was back to the liveliness it had just now. Although passers-by complained about the behavior of a group of people from the Xingxiu Sect occupying the main road, they did not dare to say anything. They shrank their heads and hurried on their way.
Only the few people closest to him could feel the oppression.
There was no wind, and not a single cloud could be seen in the sky. Everyone who was still on the field consciously kept a distance of ten feet away from the two of them. Although the two of them seemed not to be moving at all, the invisible sense of oppression was there.
Everyone dared not make even the slightest sound.
Finally, one of the Beggar Clan disciples couldn't bear it anymore and quietly asked Wu Changfeng next to him: "Elder Wu, what on earth is Mr. Murong doing?"
Wu Changfeng frowned and didn't answer.
The last drop of wine was blocked by the folding fan. Ding Chunqiu pointed his toes, closed his palms, and slapped it towards Murong Fu. Murong Fu threw the folding fan away and met Ding Chunqiu's palms with both hands.
Ding Chunqiu shouted, and played his fingers more than a dozen times at a dizzying speed, and a few drops of splashed wine flew towards Murong Fu like an arrow off the string.
Finally, with a "bang" sound, the wine bowl exploded into countless pieces, as if someone had hit it with a giant hammer.
A small crack opened from the bottom of the bowl, and then the cracks gradually expanded to the edge of the bowl. Finally, the entire wine bowl was densely covered with cracks. The originally calm wine in the bowl also became rippled as the cracks expanded, and finally
A small whirlpool formed in the small wine bowl, as if a storm was blowing in the wine bowl.
Taoist Kung Fu, Small Phaseless Kung Fu.
His Qigong transformation method is based on poison, and every time it is used, a part of the poison in the body will be consumed. The lost poison must be replenished in time, otherwise once too much poison is lost and cannot be replenished in time, the method will
Backlash.
Apart from Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu, he has the highest martial arts here, and he is the only one who can barely see how the two of them fought.
Nowadays, he has used a large amount of toxins so recklessly, obviously he has the intention of killing Murong Fu.
As time went by, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Ding Chunqiu's forehead, and Murong Fu's extended hand gradually began to tremble in an invisible arc.
But in his eyes, the two people's hands had been moving with an invisible amplitude, but because the amplitude was too small and the two people's movements were too fast, it seemed that the two of them had been repeating the same movement.
He was locked up in a sealed stone room so that he could not replenish toxins and provide food and other supplies. The disciple wailed for a full month before finally dying miserably in a torment that was a hundred times more painful than Lingchi.
Ding Chunqiu flicked his ten fingers, and his sleeves were flying like butterflies through flowers, playing in the world with indescribable elegance and agility. Murong Fu used a folding fan to make it airtight, letting the wine and water flow like a strong wind and rain.
A banana plant in the wind and rain, letting the rain beat through the forest and knocking off the leaves, remains unmoved in the end.
Ding Chunqiu's expression was solemn, and the previous proud look on his face completely disappeared. Murong Fu had a faint smile on his lips.
Although Murong Fu is young, after absorbing part of the internal strength of the three masters Jiumozhi, Zheluo Xing, and Boluo Xing, he is already above Ding Chunqiu in terms of pure internal strength. But at the last moment of every competition,
When he is about to capture the opponent, he is always avoided by the opponent in a strange way, as if there is a mass of formless air in front of him that cannot be grasped at all.
However, it is obvious that Ding Chunqiu's Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu has not been practiced to a perfect level. Otherwise, the internal strength of his whole body is as strong as the fingers of an arm and his mind can move at will. He can attack Murong Fu without knowing it, and he will not be constantly being attacked by him.
Pressed.
By then, the meridians and skin of the whole body will be ulcerated from the inside out, and the person will not die immediately. The feeling is ten thousand times more terrifying than Lingchi's execution. He once executed a betrayer with similar techniques.
His own disciple.
Murong Fu opened the folding fan with his left hand. The folding fan seemed like an eagle spreading its wings to face the coming storm, or like a soldier setting up a shield in his hand to protect the king behind him.
In the eyes of others, Murong Fu just stretched out his hand repeatedly and then retracted it.
The moment the palms of the two people came into contact, Ding Chunqiu's eyes showed a look of pride. Then his palms turned into claws, and he tightly grasped Murong Fu's hands. Then, the internal force activated, and the poison in his body was like opening a gate.
A steady stream of water rushed towards the opponent's body along Murong Fu's palm.
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's hands were restrained, but his face showed no panic at all, and there was even a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.
The two of them seemed to be strolling around, but in fact they were competing with each other with their powerful inner strength. Although Ding Chunqiu was an evil heretic, he was an official disciple of Xiaoyao Sect in his early years, and his skills were far superior to that of his senior brother Su Xinghe. Although he later rebelled and left the sect,
After decades of hard training, his deep internal strength has long been far superior to that of first-class masters.
Drinks all over the sky hit the folding fan, and bounced back one by one. Occasionally, a drop of the rebounded drink hit the bluestone bricks on the roadside, and a crack appeared on the stone bricks, and then a big hole appeared in an instant. Obviously, this drop
Drinks contain terrible poisons.
Ding Chunqiu was stunned, and a bad premonition came over him. He wanted to withdraw his hands, but found that his hands seemed to be stuck to the opponent's hands with swim bladder glue. Then a strong force surged out from the opponent's palm, which had been previously held by him.
All the poison that was injected into the opponent's body was returned to Ding Chunqiu's body along the previous trajectory.
"How can my Murong family's secret knowledge be understood by a traitor like you?"
Murong Fu's cold voice was like a thunder exploding in Ding Chunqiu's ears.
Second update delivered, have a good sleep, la la la.