This young master's cultivation far exceeds that of Chen Zhe. He moves like wind and strikes like lightning. Although this palm seems slow, it is actually fast.
Chen Zhe just saw it and had no time to react. All he saw in his eyes was the young master's twisted face and a group of cyan marks filling the palm of his hand.
This is the difference between those who have truly embarked on the path of spiritual practice after establishing the foundation, and those who are half-hearted practitioners like Chen Zhe.
There is absolutely no way to resist.
Qin Xin screamed in surprise. The young master's hand had already touched Chen Zhe's chest. At this time, it was too late to summon the Red Xiao Sword. Qin Xin shouted and raised her hand quickly, blocking Chen Zhe's face. A sharp slap.
Palm to palm, the practice methods left behind by Master Yuanhua of Tianxin Pavilion match the true essence of Methodism, which is now the number one sect in the world.
"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Tianxin Pavilion, sorry."
The middle-aged man named Uncle He was smiling and saluting. When he handed over his hand, his position was very strange. He was right between Qin Xin and the young master. Qin Xin suddenly felt that his true energy was moved by the other party and was not completely blocking the young master. Most of Zhen Yuan's palm power slipped past him and hit Chen Zhe directly.
The middle-aged man said softly "Hey", but he didn't expect that Qin Xin could still use less than half of his palm force after he blocked him.
It's a pity that even if he blocked it a little, Chen Zhe was still dead.
"Chen Zhe,"
Qin Xin looked back with a pale face, and found that Chen Zhe had been hit by the palm and flew out. His body was like a piece of waste paper falling in the wind, flying more than ten meters uncontrollably, with blood splattering everywhere.
The little girl was so shocked that her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She suddenly came to Chen Zhe's side: "You...you..."
The middle-aged man just stopped her from hindering the young master, so he just made a move and smiled and let Qin Xin go check on Chen Zhe.
Qin Xin thought Chen Zhe was dead.
The young master's palm is the famous Methodist killing skill "Heart-Asking Palm". After hitting the chest, the real energy immediately penetrates into the heart veins and twists the heart veins into pieces like a crusher. He is not even saved. It is extremely cruel. .
The young master really wanted Chen Zhe's life.
Qin Xin felt lucky and reached out to touch Chen Zhe's chest. Chen Zhe spat out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it on the carpet, coughing several times.
"You...don't die,"
Qin Xin blinked a few times, and tears slid down her pretty cheeks. She fell to the ground and split into pieces. She put her hand on Chen Zhe's heart, but her eyes suddenly widened: "How could this happen?"
Chen Zhe was seriously injured. Qin Xin first checked his heart pulse and found that although his aura was disordered, his heart pulse was full of vitality. Qin Xin could also feel Chen Zhe's whole body's true energy converging towards his heart when he put his hand on it, slowly repairing it. His damaged body.
He...is not dead.
When the little girl found that Chen Zhe was fine, she cheered, bent down and hugged Chen Zhe happily. There were still tears on her pretty face, but she put her face against Chen Zhe's face with a smile and rubbed it for a few times.
Chen Zhe's face was pale and he looked extremely painful. He pointed at Qin Xin and stammered: "Breast...chest...chest...chest..."
He was so injured that he still thought about that kind of thing.
Qin Xin spat: "You little pervert, you still don't change your nature..."
She was in a very good mood. I was afraid that if Chen Zhe directly proposed having sex at night, Qin Xin would not only agree, but also Guanyin sitting on a lotus, an old man pushing a cart, a golden boy holding a vase, Zhang Guolao riding a donkey backwards, and a roast goose hugging the moon. He will also let him choose any moves such as lighting a lamp in front of him.
The little girl looked back at the young master and the middle-aged man, blushed with embarrassment, and whispered: "What are you thinking about tonight? I'll let you touch it."
"My chest... my chest... my chest is pressed by you,"
Chen Zhe's face was as suffocated as a purple eggplant. He worked hard for a long time before finally saying this.
The little girl misunderstood what Chen Zhe meant. Her face was as red as a red pepper soaked in autumn, and she punched Chen Zhe in the chest so hard that he rolled his eyes and almost fainted.
Qin Xin was not very scheming and did not expect to help Chen Zhe conceal it. Only then did he think about whether the young master would strike again.
"He's actually not dead,"
The young master raised his palm and looked at it doubtfully, but could not find the reason for a while.
The middle-aged man named Uncle He sighed, thinking that it seemed that the young master was really not a material for cultivation, and such a powerful and heavy palm did not kill this young practitioner.
"The sword comes out,"
The little girl bit her lip and suddenly shouted coldly. She stretched out her hand and held Chixiao in her hand: "I'll kill you."
At first, Uncle He saw that Qin Xin was just building a foundation, so he didn't care even though he was a disciple of Tianxin Pavilion. However, as soon as Qin Xinjian took possession of it, his whole aura suddenly surged, and a powerful aura rose into the sky.
"Young man, it's Chi Xiaojian, it turns out to be Fairy Qin Xin from Tianxin Pavilion," Uncle He said to the side with a cautious expression.
If the other sects are better, the Methodist sect can naturally bully others, but this Tianxin Pavilion also has a very deep foundation. Its power in the world may not be as powerful as the Methodist sect, but in terms of spiritual practice, it can compete with the Methodist sect. .
So what.
The young master sneered: "With your newly established foundation..."
"Master,"
Uncle He stopped him and said to Qin Xin: "Fairy Qin Xin, Tianxin Pavilion and our Methodist sect are incompatible with each other. Although my young master hurt your friend, he still wants to save the face of the two sects that have been friends for hundreds of years. …”
Qin Xin didn't speak, his face was cold, and he stretched out his index finger and flicked Chi Xiaojian lightly.
Buzz.
The Red Xiaojian suddenly made a loud and clear sound. It was stimulated by Qin Xin's true energy and began to tremble, and its momentum increased by another level.
Uncle He was surprised, how could she have such strong true energy even though she had just built the foundation.
The little girl's face gradually turned red, and she stretched her fingers and played again.
Buzz.
There was another sound, the sound was much deeper, but Chen Zhe's body behind the little girl went numb, and he felt that the sound of the sword seemed to make his body tremble.
Qin Xin's true energy is like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly, and it can even rise again.
The young master felt as if someone had punched him in the chest, even before the sword was released.
"It's so slow to take action. No matter how strong the momentum is, what's the use? Tianxin Pavilion is nothing more than that."
The young master sneered and took action. As soon as he took a step, he felt that Qin Xin's true energy in front of him instantly gathered to fight back. He was hit hard on the chest again and his face became extremely pale. Uncle He had already pulled him back.
Uncle He looked solemn: "Master, this is a one-word sword,"
The Yi Zi Sword was created by Yi Zi Dao's predecessor. It has only one sword, only one move, no changes, and no room for maneuver.
The opponent will die if you attack. If you can't kill the opponent, the real energy will hit back and add the power of counterattack to kill the person who made the attack.
In short, if you take action, someone will die.
Qin Xin is trying her best.
"She can actually use a one-word sword,"
The young master's face changed, and he felt that Qin Xin's true energy had firmly restrained him. Even if he escaped after this move's true energy was involved, he would not be able to escape. Moreover, the further he escaped, the more ferocious the sword would be when thrust out. , the sooner you die.
Uncle He looked anxious. If Qin Xin used this sword, it would definitely be the young master who died.
If he tried his best to stop it, Qin Xin would probably die and the young master would be injured.
Regardless of the outcome, the feud between the Tianxin Pavilion and the Methodist sect has become serious. If they are only in a piece of cake, or if they have known each other for hundreds of years, they will soon have to fight each other to the death.
"Fairy Qin Xin, this is a misunderstanding. Our two factions have known each other for generations, so don't hurt the harmony,"
Qin Xin just stared at Zhang Ze and ignored him at all. She stretched out her slender fingers and flicked the sword spine again.
Buzz.
The sword was shaking more and more fiercely, Qin Xin's hand was clenching tighter and tighter, the murderous intent on her face was getting stronger and stronger, Qin Xin's true energy was surging crazily, her face was pale, and it was very hard to hold on. But he has absolutely no intention of stopping.
Qin Xin stretched out her fingers to flick the sword spine again.
Chen Zhe got up with difficulty and put a hand on Qin Xin's shoulder: "Stop,"
Qin Xin shook his head.
"I will avenge this, you just have to discipline me," Chen Zhe said in a low voice. Qin Xin shuddered and looked back at him.
She knew that this young master's cultivation was definitely not as good as hers. If Uncle He wasn't here, it would be easy to kill him, but if she took action now, both sides would suffer.
Furthermore, if Chen Zhe vents his anger this time, it may have an impact on Chen Zhe's determination to face difficulties in his spiritual practice in the future.
Qin Xin nodded, glared at Zhang Ze bitterly, stopped the finger hanging on the sword, stopped urging the true energy to continue, and did not strike the fourth time.
Consider you lucky.
This sword was used halfway, and it was extremely powerful. Qin Xin could not just stop it. He waited until the true energy gradually weakened, then put the sword away.
Fortunately, she used a one-word sword. If she had used another move, the winner would have been decided by now, and Chen Zhe would have been too late to persuade her even if she wanted to.
Seeing that the little girl was obedient, Chen Zhe smiled and patted her shoulder. Qin Xinwu glanced at the young master unconvinced and curled her lips.
The young master knew that even if Qin Xin used his sword, Uncle He could survive, so he still looked very proud.
He snorted coldly, looked at Chen Zhe and sneered: "I remember I warned you, but you didn't listen to the warning. Now Xiao Qiao's life can only last three days. It can be said that it is indirectly thanks to you. I, Zhang Ze, will kill you." It's like crushing an ant to death, but since I can't kill you with a palm like yours, and there are people from Tianxin Pavilion here, I'll let you go for now."
It turns out that this young master’s name is Zhang Ze.
The face of Ze that Chen Zhe had just seen today was indeed as good as Yushu Linfeng, and even more handsome than Pan An. He was so handsome that even women would be jealous. But such a face was full of condescending contempt, which made Chen Zhe It looked quite unpleasant.
"Who said she only had three days to live, cough, cough, didn't there be a way?"
After Chen Zhe said a sentence, he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable in his chest and coughed several times, but he still insisted on finishing the sentence.