Chapter 56 Martial Saint? Something has been changed in advance today
"Brother, I'll deal with him," Changsun Qian walked forward.
"Who are you?" Xiaoyao asked him with a smile.
"I am Changsun Qian, and the person you want to kill is my eldest brother." The second master, who was thinking gloomily, replied with a calm expression on his face.
"No wonder you are so similar. There is no mistake this time. Alas, another scapegoat. Your family is full of mentally ill people. No one thinks about themselves. Is it worth it to work for a crazy person?"
Yao shook his head.
"Is it worth it for you to sacrifice your life for money?" Changsun Qian asked him calmly.
"Yes, it's a shame to take this job. We only have four taels of gold. Originally, we wouldn't do the job if we were short of one thousand taels. But Master was moved by compassion and saw how pitiful the salt farmers were, so he took it.
.Now that I have accepted it, there has been no mission that the Qingjiang regiment has not been able to complete since its establishment. This is a golden sign. Life can be lost, but the brand must not be destroyed. In other words, the Qingjiang regiment will not stop until I kill your brother.
"Everyone in the Qingjiang Regiment of a thousand people is an elite. There are few who are worse than me, and there are many who are better than me. Haha, you, a small eldest son family, don't know how many people you can kill." After saying this, he said with a face.
A beautiful smile appeared on her face, but the other person looked at her as if she were facing a venomous snake and beast, and her face had lost all color.
He turned back to look at his brother, both of them had the same thought in mind: You can't do anything absolutely, otherwise retribution will come sooner or later. It's already too late to regret deeply. My eldest grandson, I turned around again, with eyes in my eyes
There is only a burning murderous intention.
The Changsun family must survive today's disaster. Maybe tomorrow, the Changsun family here will have to move their whole family, but the prerequisite is to get rid of the plague god in front of them first. So the last way is left: kill him!
After making up his mind, Changsun Qian lifted the big stick very heavily. He could not make too many mistakes. Such mistakes would be fatal. So he only had one thought in his mind and said it softly: "
Taste the fourfold bombardment of the Changsun family..."
As soon as he heard the name of the Fourth Heavy Bomb, Sun Zhong, the eldest son behind him, was shocked. This is an advanced mid-level martial skill. The family spent a lot of money to get it back from the auction house. It has always been regarded as a treasure in the family, and they are the only ones.
The two brothers tried to practice it. But because of the attribute relationship, he couldn't practice it at all. Although the younger brother was of the thunder attribute, he practiced hard all day long to no avail. Unexpectedly, in the face of the disaster of destroying the family today, the younger brother finally mastered it.
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He felt relieved immediately. Looking back, he saw that Mr. Xiu hadn't been invited yet, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
There was already a faint sound of thunder in the air, and with the support of all Changsun Qian's martial arts, the four bombardments were unleashed. One stick after another, four strikes in a row, but the four strikes followed the same trajectory. In mid-air, only
I saw a huge stick, which instantly expanded to the thickness of a person. The huge force of the four forces in one fell towards Xiao Yao's head at this moment.
Before reaching his body, Xiaoyao could no longer breathe, and the heavy pressure caused the dust on the ground to fly around his body.
Xiao Yao's face turned pale, and the speed of the light attribute was immediately reached to the extreme. With great force under his feet, he waved the flute in his hand towards the huge martial energy,
"Boom -" The blow hit the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly. At the last moment, Xiao Yao used some cleverness to escape from his attack.
As soon as the visitor came within a hundred meters, Lu Xiu noticed it. Changsun Zhong had issued a strict order that no one was allowed to enter within a hundred meters of his residence. Without his permission, no one had the courage to act recklessly.
of intrusion.
In fact, he woke up long ago and was immersed in the practice of breathing. Now he is becoming more and more fond of this evil technique. Recently, he suddenly realized that the pain and discomfort caused by the breathing technique turned out to be...
It was caused by the slow transformation of the meridians of his body by the exercises, which made the little pain insignificant.
Kung Fu that can actively transform the body's meridians does not exist in the ancient kingdom of Gath. Many warriors just keep practicing until their bodies can no longer hold so much martial power, and then they have a breakthrough, and the breakthrough brought about
It is a major transformation of the body's meridians, so that there is more space in the body for future cultivation. Such a breakthrough is extremely dangerous and unpredictable, and the pain is even greater.
Doesn't that mean that Lu Xiu's technique has put him in a realm of constant breakthroughs? How could such a discovery not make him ecstatic? It was only for the first time that he understood the reason why his mother made double marks.
Lu Xiu was still performing the water-type medical and health-building exercise in the breathing exercise. He was surprised to find that at some point, a large and delicate hand seemed to have grown out of the meridians visible through his inner vision.
It was clearly distinguishable, moist and smooth, and it would appear in his inner vision whenever he was practicing the breathing technique. What was going on? He had always wanted to understand it, but he had never been able to understand it.
Maybe it has something to do with the attributes he cultivated?
"Dong dong..." The person knocked on the door eagerly. This was the first time since Lu Xiu came in that someone dared to be so rude.
Lu Xiu frowned slightly: Something happened!
"Come in, what's wrong?" Lu Xiu asked calmly.
It was the old servant who came in. He bowed to the ground and cried with anxiety: "Mr. Xiu, go and have a look. Then... what group of people has come again. They are fighting in front. The master of the house asked the old servant to
Come and ask for help, sir..."
Lu Xiu was slightly stunned, he didn't expect them to come so quickly.
Subconsciously, he was actually a little happy. It would have been better for him to come earlier, but he was a little embarrassed when he thought of Xiao Wuji. However, Lu Xiu still couldn't bear to let many salt farmers suffer Zhang Sunzhong's revenge for Xiao Wuji alone.
Lu Xiu felt a chill in his back when he thought of Chang Sun Zhong's cruel smile.
"Mr. Xiu, look..." The old servant had sweat on his face.
"Okay, I'll go take a look," Lu Xiu said calmly, got out of bed and rushed to the front yard with him.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the eldest grandson turned around again and saw that the old servant was running towards him desperately.
"Sir...Sir, Mr. Xiu is here..." he said out of breath.
Changsun Zhong's eyes fell behind him, where Lu Xiu was walking slowly and lazily.
"Mr. Xiu," Sun Zhong, the eldest son, hurriedly greeted him as if he were seeing his eight-generation ancestor, and bowed to the ground. "I didn't want to disturb Mr. Qing Xiu, but there was really no other way. The two evil tigers from the Qingjiang regiment came again.
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"Oh," Lu Xiu nodded, turned his face, and suddenly felt a big head retracting behind the pillar on one side of the lobby. It was Xiao Wuji. He was afraid of being scolded by his father, so he secretly hid behind it.
……"boom……"
There was once again a big earthquake of four magnitudes in the heart of the hospital. Xiao Yao hurriedly escaped from the attack circle. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he fled to a crowded place. In this way, Erye's power was extremely powerful and his attack surface was extremely wide.
High-level martial arts skills often fall on one's own family members. Several nursing homes have already fallen to the ground unable to hide. They see more air coming out than in. Their hope of survival is extremely slim.
The second master's eyes were red, and he exerted his martial arts to the extreme, but always fell short of success, all because he did not have good movement skills.
Lu Xiu was very interested in his quadruple bombardment. He felt that he had seen it before. He remembered Uma Meizhu's Pinghu Waves. The same power was superimposed and released together. It seems that the martial arts in the world also lead to the same goal through different paths, with small differences, and this small difference is the reason.
The essence lies.
"Mr. Xiu, I don't need you to show up all the time, but I heard from my family that there is still that guy with a big knife at the backyard door!" Changsun Zhong felt relieved, and his face regained its clarity.
"Humph! The real trouble is coming, don't you feel it?" Mr. Xiu's heart was already in turmoil!!!
Lu Xiu glanced at him in confusion, and when he saw his confused expression, he realized that he didn't feel it, and he was surprised in his heart. Because a powerful pressure that Lu Xiu imagined was approaching. Such pressure seemed familiar, only
In front of the flat grassland of the Xuanji Martial Energy Academy in Yuantian County, Lu Xiu experienced this from an unattractive old man: a Martial Saint!!!
Changsun Zhong glanced at the young man next to him in surprise, and his heart sank. This young man had already unleashed a powerful martial power, but he controlled it to prevent it from reaching further, but beside him,
It's already a bit too much.
He took a few steps back and looked at the young man's nervous eyes. The door was empty, not a single person.
Just when I was surprised, I saw a man holding a horse in his hand. There was another person sitting on the horse, and one person rode in. The person was only about forty years old, of medium height, with a green scarf covering his head, and a slightly dark face.
He looks more like a farmer. The person on the horse is as skinny as a stick, and his face is wrinkled because of age. He is sitting on the horse with his eyes slightly closed, in a state of half-dream and half-awake.dd