The bright moon hung sideways in the night sky, the evening wind blew slowly, and the night was as cool as water, but everyone present felt a chill all over their bodies.
He Shangshu, Xiao Hu and others were huddled in a corner of the room, their faces were gray and trembling, and they could no longer use martial arts.
Before they left the island, they all thought that once they entered the Central Plains, except for a few people, they would have no chance of encountering an opponent. However, not long after arriving in Yangcheng, they suffered an unprecedented defeat.
They had just reluctantly accepted this feeling of disparity, but in the end they saw another master whose martial arts far exceeded theirs.
The man in gray robe floated up from the ground like a ghost, and swept towards Jin Jiuling who was on the ground without even touching the ground, without making any sound.
Of course, this is not as shocking as the flash of swords and swords that shattered the bricks, but in fact it is much more shocking.
Having experienced Wu Ming's martial arts teachings, He Shangshu and others have great insights and vision, so they also understand the requirements behind the other party's ability to perform such gentle and even weird movements. p>
There is no doubt that the energy and blood in the gray-robed man's body are all connected. Although he is also made of flesh and blood, he is different from others.
There is no dregs in his body, he is immune to all diseases, and he can easily live for two decades.
This is a skill that can only be achieved by reaching the pinnacle of skill in the world.
Although Gong Jiu's Qing Gong is extremely high and has been fully cultivated by Wu Ming, his skill is still a little behind and cannot reach this level.
If the men in gray robes use the same movement technique to get close to them, they may not be discovered until their palms touch their bodies. This means that if the other party really wants to take their lives, it may only take one move.
But his silent sweep was all in vain.
The floor under Zhao Qing's feet sank slightly, and several waves of mixed virtual and real strength were transmitted from the ground to the body of Jin Jiuling, who was more than ten feet away, causing him to fly up diagonally, just in time to avoid the extremely precise swipe of the man in gray robe.
Caught, the whole person was hung on the sandalwood wardrobe in the room three feet away.
The profound and ingenious way of transmitting energy with this hand, if you look into it carefully, you will find that it is no longer inferior to the outstanding movement skills of Lao Dao Baozi.
"Old knife handle?" She looked at the basket-like bamboo hat on the gray robe that covered her face and asked coldly.
"Do you know me?" Lao Daobao also spoke, his voice as cold as a ghost.
"Of course I've heard of the old swordsman of Ghost Villa." Zhao Qing looked at the other party's attire and said.
The old sword handle is Mu Taoist's secret vest, gray robe and bamboo hat, coupled with the opponent's extremely high martial arts, the identity is already obvious.
Considering what the other party did to Jin Jiuling just now, he should be targeting the treasure he accumulated when he was an embroidery thief.
Running a huge Ghost Villa naturally consumes a huge amount of wealth every year, so you need to find hidden income.
But where did he get the idea that Jin Jiuling was the embroidery thief?
"How much do you want to give away? Is half okay?" Lao Daozi pointed at Jin Jiuling on the top of the wardrobe. His meaning was obvious.
It seems that after testing a move, he has discovered that the opponent's strength may not be weaker than his own, so he wants to negotiate for an equal share?
Zhao Qing took out a small red satin pouch from his sleeves, pulled out several embroidery needles from it, used his inner strength to bend, and with a slight flick, flew to the edge of Jin Jiuling's body, nailing him while he was still struggling.
He locked it on the wardrobe and stopped moving.
She looked at the old sword handle and said, "Why should I give it to you just because of the lightness you showed just now?"
Her meaning is also obvious. As we all know, superb Qinggong is not completely equivalent to strength.
Chu Liuxiang, who used to be the best young martial artist in the world, was far inferior to Shi Guanyin and Jellyfish Yinji in martial arts.
But what Lao Daobaozi has just revealed is not only Qinggong, but also his superb internal strength that can be said to overwhelm the martial arts world.
Could it be that Zhao Qing is not as knowledgeable as He Shangshu and others and did not recognize the content behind this?
The old knife handler had already walked slowly towards Jin Jiuling. Hearing this, he suddenly turned back and stared at her, his eyes as sharp as a blade in the bamboo hat:
"A battle will determine the outcome. If I win, I don't want Jin Jiuling anymore. I just want you to agree to do one thing for me unconditionally. How about that?"
The name "Lao Daobaozi" was originally used by people in the underworld to call the boss. Mu Taoist made a concession to Jin Jiuling and agreed to invite him after the competition, which naturally showed a heroic demeanor.
When He Shangshu and others who were watching heard the name "Lao Daobaozi", their expressions changed slightly, and their expressions became even more surprised.
Obviously, they had heard of Lao Daobaozi before and had some understanding of it.
They suddenly had the illusion that they saw a sinister and arrogant hero in Lao Daobaozi.
"Okay." Zhao Qing nodded. She originally wanted to compete with Mu Taoist. Only then did she realize the profound skill displayed by the other party, which aroused her interest even more.
Mu Taoist's internal strength level should be a level higher than that of Dugu Yihe, Ye Gucheng and others, reaching a whole new level.
Even if his matching moves are only average, his internal strength alone can bring her great inspiration.
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The room in Gongjiu Shipai is a very spacious one, almost comparable to a smaller courtyard on the ground, enough to accommodate hundreds of people squeezed into it.
This is also his basic treatment as the Prince of Taiping and the "second person" of the Invisible Man Organization.
But He Shangshu, Xiao Hu and others felt that this cabin was too crowded and too small to accommodate the upcoming confrontation between the two peerless masters in front of them.
Just the momentum released by both sides almost made them breathless.
Although this is obviously due to the temporary loss of martial arts, it is quite shocking to just stand there and put such pressure on them who are several feet away and have strong bodies after practicing martial arts.
The only one with a weapon on the field was Shaman. She pressed the hilt of her sword and stood in the corner of the room, with a bit of worry in her eyes.
However, few people could have guessed that what she was worried about was whether the ship would sink during the battle, rather than worrying about which side would win and which side would lose.
The two sword techniques used by Zhao Qing previously gave her great shock and confidence.
Gong Jiu's room is already the lowest level of the ship. Once the floor breaks like the cabin above, water will continue to enter the bottom of the ship.
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Although Lao Dao Baozi is called "Lao Dao Baozi", he did not bring a knife or a sword, but came empty-handed, showing his strong self-confidence.
However, in fact, although he does not carry a sharp weapon, no one dares to despise him.
He stood there very lightly, and slowly drew two semicircles with his hands, like a vast ocean full of undercurrents. There was stillness in the movement, and movement in the stillness. It was completely impossible to grasp the movement.
Zhao Qing stood opposite, his expression equally relaxed, as if there was no such powerful enemy in front of him.
Suddenly, her fingers came together and quickly reached out, pointing towards the handle of the old sword. With just such a slight click, she fired out two sword lights that tore the air.
The old sword handler smiled coldly, turned his palm over, the black bird scratched the sand, the wild geese fell on the flat sand, and the northern geese flew south. With three moves, he actually held the sword light firmly in his hand, and then took advantage of the momentum to rush forward.
The chain of palms is the continuous palm of Wudang.
This kind of light and dense Wudang palm technique is used in his hands. Not only is the skill extremely impressive, but the changes are also astonishingly fast.