The white rooster started again, its wings fluttered and flew towards Zhu Tong like a vigorous goshawk; its feet flashed with cold light and pierced Zhu Tong's eyes, and its sharp beak with a starting point of red light pecked towards Zhu Tong's forehead Yintang point, as if
I want to peck open that place, dig out the butterfly god and devour it.
"Damn, what a powerful chicken." Zhu Tong dodged away, but found that facing this white rooster, his skills were also much slower. He didn't even have 30% of his usual dexterity, and he was embarrassed by the white rooster.
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Why is this? Could it be that the Butterfly God's soul was frightened away, and he was implicated, and his abilities became smaller?
Zhu Tong didn't like the martial arts style of fighting and killing. All he had practiced over the years were some clever and nimble things, all focused on a quick word, and all he had prepared around him were some silver needles.
Finally, his skills have greatly improved during this period, and he has learned the ability to hit acupoints with golden needles. However, it is obviously not suitable to deal with a chicken; perhaps, it is better to have a stick at hand now. Zhu Tong has already thrown out three golden needles, but the golden needles hit
On the white rooster, another shot was shot under the chicken's neck, but it could not penetrate or hurt it at all, and all three fell to the ground.
The silver needles Zhu Tong used in the past were mostly five-inch needles bought in pharmacies. They were very cheap. A box of 100 pieces only cost a few dollars.
The golden needle was different. The seven-inch plum blossom golden needle was tough and sharp, more than twice as heavy as the silver needle. Zhu Tong threw it out with all his strength, and the golden needle was so powerful that it could pierce even a wooden board. Now, it couldn't even pierce a chicken.
Go in.
As a result, the little liar's self-confidence was greatly hit. While parrying, he thought: He might as well get a wooden stick.
The speed of the white rooster was getting faster and faster. During the crow, Zhu Tong's left arm felt cold and was picked up by the chicken's claws. His clothes were torn apart, revealing two blood stains.
"Poisonous." Zhu Tong felt the wound was numb and there was no blood flowing from the wound. He quickly judged that there was something strange about the steel claws on the rooster's feet.
"I'll burn you bastard to death." Zhu Tong became angry, turned the ZIPPO lighter with his fingertips, and threw it away with a "pop!"
Flames flew, ZIPPO's good windproof performance, and Zhu Tong's dexterous manipulation gradually stabilized the originally embarrassing situation.
However, the cold feeling came over again, and the golden-headed centipede in the Yintang point twisted and began to attack the Butterfly God. Zhu Tong's eyes were blurred, and then he thought that someone must be controlling this rooster behind his back, maybe it was your yellow-shirted Taoist priest.
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At this moment, he couldn't allow him to think too much. There were three roosters in front of him. Without paying attention, he was pecked on the chest again.
This time, Zhu Tong was not injured. The rooster pecked at the area protected by the phoenix mask. The strong energy shook the rooster three meters away. It shook its head, and its momentum weakened considerably.
Only then did the little liar have time to seal the acupuncture points on his arm with golden needles. After a while, half of his arm was already sore and numb, and the poison on the white rooster's claws was so powerful.
The ZIPPO lighter makes a virtual drawing in the air, outlining two major Chinese characters: Phoenix.
All the oil and gas in ZIPPO were drained out, and the fiery red phoenix, the king of birds, flew in the flames and hovered proudly in the void.
Although the little liar is just learning these two words, it is enough to deal with a beast.
After finishing the last stroke, the rooster shrank his head and was completely subdued.
"Haha, lone wolf with a thousand faces, you are finally here. You are indeed very capable. I admire you. I admire you."
The old man with the black stick fell from a big tree. He looked aside for a while and praised.
Zhu Tong had already sensed their presence, but he had no time to pay attention to them. A white rooster kept him busy, let alone a human being.
But when I hear people praising myself for being smart, I wish the child talent to become smarter.
Pass the ZIPPO lighter to your right hand, create several circles of light, and slowly wrap around the white rooster.
"That's right." Zhu Tong shouted, put away the ZIPPO turkey, jumped out of the circle and took a few steps back, holding the white rooster upside down in his hand.
A beast is a beast. Zhu Tong finally suppressed it by spraying hallucinogens.
"You are old, but you are Wang Han, the divine hook?" Zhu Tong pinched the white rooster a few times, put its head under its wings, and threw it under the tree.
When he was a child, Zhu Tong often stole chickens from his senior brother. The senior brother was more capable and could immobilize chickens with secret spells. Zhu Tong didn't bother to practice such things, but even though the chickens he handled couldn't die, it was difficult to wake up.
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Yin Yang was attacked just now, so he pretended to be dead under the tree. When he saw the white rooster being subdued, he became active again. He rushed to the white rooster, carefully teased it with his paws, and then quickly retreated behind the tree; he was still very majestic just now.
Its opponent has become its toy.
"Yes, it's Wang. Compared with the reputation of a lone wolf with a thousand faces, us old guys are outdated."
The God Hook King Han waved the black staff in his hand. The so-called God Hook should be in this black staff; the gold ring inlaid on the head of the staff is not a good thing.
However, there was something strange about Shengou Wang Han, as well as the six companions who were invisible around him. They were all gray spots in Zhu Tong's mind. The reason he felt their existence just now was because of these spots.
Why? Zhu Tong looked him up and down, the strange light in his eyes made Shengou Wang Han sweat from behind. Understand, there is a worm in the body of Shengou Wang Han, it is a centipede gu. The one on his shoulder
There was an injury; well, it must be, the centipede had not been infested for long; he was bitten before the infestation took hold; the six people who followed him were all bitten by the golden-headed centipede.
"Senior, you must also know why I am here; we all belong to the Jianghu family, what can't you say? Why did you plot against my disciple Zhu Sect? People in the Ming Dynasty don't do secret things. As a senior, you shouldn't do the following things
Same thing, do those things of pretending to be stupid. What else are you hiding? Come out, is it possible that you need to make a sneak attack to deal with me? "
Zhu Tong used words to trick him and adjusted his breath secretly. Feeling that his left arm was gradually losing consciousness, he simply sat down cross-legged, tore open the damaged clothes, took out the ice and snow powder given by the old liar, poured it on, and applied dog skin plaster.
Six people flashed out of the woods, surrounding Zhu Tong in the middle.
What the little liar just said was quite serious. Wang Han, the magic hook, didn't say anything, but some people were annoyed.
"What's so great about Zhu Men? When everyone goes out to hang out in the world, something unexpected will happen sooner or later. The injury was just to let him get to know each other, and also to let you know that we, Sipin Honghuo, are not easy to mess with."
The speaker was a well-proportioned guy, spinning a wheel knife in his hand.
"Excuse me, what's your name?" Zhu Tong stood up and stretched his arms.
"Small steamer."
"Could he be a disciple of Big Fire Wheel?" Zhu Tong teased, but he didn't expect the other party to respond.
"Yes, you are knowledgeable. It was you who plotted against my master first, and he is now worse off than dead. Is this a good enough reason? I was the one who injured your Zhu disciple. If you have the ability, you can fight with me with real swords and guns?"
Xiao Huolun said, taking a step forward; he had just seen Zhu Tong's skills, and he was very contemptuous; he was confused by a chicken, and his abilities were limited. What he was afraid of was that Zhu Tong would use other means. It is said that he
His brother, Big Fire Wheel, was half disabled after just one look from him.
"Easy to say, easy to say." Zhu Tong shook his left hand, feeling that the numbness was slightly relieved, and he felt more at ease, staring at the small fire wheel: "You injured the tendon, I don't want much, just leave one leg."
Xiao Huolun felt a chill in his heart. He only felt that every word was like his heart. Before the battle started, his momentum was weakened by three points.
"Senior Wang, what do you say?"
Shengou Wang Han pondered for a moment: "Xiaohuolun is avenging his brother. It doesn't mean he has broken the rules of the world. As long as you don't play tricks and act with your true ability, we won't do anything."
"That's it, I thank you senior; if someone can't help it, what should I say?"
"Then, he just ignored the rules and cut off his hands and feet. There's nothing to say." Wang Han, the god of hooks, didn't think highly of Zhu Tong either. He had seen Shao Zhang before coming to Shanghai, and he had also seen Zhu Tong's just now.
He knew the skills of the small fire wheel, and he could perform a wheel knife superbly, even better than the master's big fire wheel.
"Come on." Zhu Tong slapped his forehead with his right hand, and the divine amber hidden in the palm of his hand hit the Yintang point, and the golden needle pricked several points under the eye socket, summoning the Butterfly God to wake up quickly.
Xiao Huolun thought Zhu Tong asked him to attack first and made the wheel knife rotate, but he did not dare to take action immediately. He circled around Zhu Tong suspiciously, looking for the best opportunity to take action.
Not only was he careful, but the divine hook Wang Han also frowned. As the fight was about to begin, Zhu Tong actually closed his eyes, his hands were empty, and he looked like he was letting himself be slaughtered.
Will it be that simple? Is the Thousand-Faced Lone Wolf so honest? So honest that he can just stand there and let people beat him casually?
They didn't expect that Zhu Tong was helping the Butterfly God to overcome the difficulties; in just a moment, the golden-headed centipede had already tortured the Butterfly God to a state of disgrace.
It is said that amber is the butterfly god's artifact after all. It evokes some memories of the butterfly god, and he summons up the courage to pounce on the golden-headed centipede. A sharp needle protrudes from his head and pierces the body of the golden-headed centipede.
"Cough cough!" God Hook King Han paused with his black staff, and the small fire wheel was turning behind Zhu Tong. Hearing the sound of the master coughing, he jumped up like a leopard, and the wheel knife whirled sharply, cutting towards Zhu Tong's thigh.
"Here we come." Zhu Tong said again, his body flashed lightly, and he was avoiding the small fire wheel's wheel knife. His clothes and shadows floated up like a butterfly.
"Come back; you are no match for him." Shengou Wang Han wanted to call his disciple back.
The two sides only passed one move. From his point of view, Zhu Tong's movement skills were unimaginable, and even if he took action, he would not take advantage. He thought that Zhu Tong was deliberately showing weakness just now to lure his people to challenge.
The man in the door is really cunning.
However, the small fire wheel cannot go back.
Zhu Tong put his left hand behind his back, and turned two golden needles with his right hand, stabbing the eyes of the small fire wheel continuously, frightening the fourth-grade red fire master who was full of confidence just now. The wheel knife could only parry, but could not fight back at all.
Opportunity.
"Brother Zhu, please be merciful." Wang Han, the divine hook, took a step forward and held the black staff horizontally.
"What? If you can't beat me, you have to fight in a group?" Zhu Tong still had time to turn around, smiled evilly, and the golden needle in his hand was still shining in front of the little fire wheel; "Are the rules of the world such as farting?"
Shengou Wang Han retreated to the original place. Just now, it was the rule he said, and it was wrong. However, he was an old Jianghu after all, and he saw that Zhu Tong had no intention of harming Xiao Huolun for the time being, and seemed to be playing with him.
However, looking at Zhu Tong's movement, he is so agile and elegant, it is really beautiful.
There was no such movement in the world before. Sipin Honghuo has always walked on carriages and boats. He is good at light kung fu, but also uses dexterous hand skills. Wang Han, the divine hook, is accustomed to using the hook knife, which is also a dexterous little weapon.
At this moment, I couldn't help but envy Zhu Tong's Zhumen bodywork.
How did people practice it? Wang Han couldn't understand the divine hook. He never thought that Zhu Tong's body skills were not practiced. Most of the credit should be attributed to the mysterious existence that he didn't understand and had never seen before, the Butterfly God.
Zhu Tong has very little actual combat experience. At this moment, he is using the small fire wheel as a target and practicing his body and acupuncture techniques over and over again.
Thirteen needles in the Ghost Gate, five needles in the Qi Jue, seven needles in the Ling Jue, and nine needles in the Zhongzi Jue. Repeat the practice over and over again.
He is not afraid of being seen through. Every stroke of Zhumenshu has been turned into acupuncture by the little liar. Outsiders can't understand the mystery even if they see it a hundred times.
The skills on his hands were already subtle. The small fire wheel was stabbed countless times, and people became obsessed with it. He mechanically resisted with his hands and dared not open his eyes. Zhu Tong kept flashing the golden needle in front of his eyes.
A torture more terrifying than a nightmare.
Suddenly, Zhu Tong's body became sluggish, his right hand drew in the air, and he softly shouted with a secret curse: "Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix!..."
The small fire wheel struggled for several rounds, and finally looked confused. His body swayed and relaxed, and he stumbled out. The hair on his head stood up, his hands were still waving in front of his eyes, and he muttered: "Fly, fly."
Wang Han, the divine hook, pulled up the small fire wheel with his black staff, and guarded Zhu Tong. He took three steps back and then slapped the small fire wheel on the back: "Wake up."
"Phoenix, fly, fly! Phoenix, fly, fly!" Xiao Huolun shook his head and swung his tail, muttering three words, his face full of confusion.
"Brother Zhu, we have agreed that you should be judged by your true abilities, and you should not use evil magic to harm others."
God Hook King Han said in a gloomy tone, holding the black staff high, the golden ring on the head of the staff shaking, as if he was about to take action, and several people around him also gathered around.
"You say you are a senior, but it turns out you don't have any experience at all." Zhu Tonghao looked leisurely, and the golden needle rotated, slowly drawing a phoenix "phoenix" in front of him.
There was no wind around, but the remaining leaves on the ground were rolling, and there was a faint heat flow.
"You've never seen Zhu Men's Kungfu, don't you even know the word?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Evil magic is evil magic. Who has ever seen how someone can be controlled by just writing and pronouncing a few words?"
"Boy, just be good and accept it. We won't kill you, we just need to lose one of your hands."
Shengou Wang Han didn't say anything, and the people around him were shouting angrily. Now there is only Zhu Tong here. No matter what, he can't say more than seven mouths. Moreover, the wind here is high and the night is gloomy, which is what kills and silences.
ideas.
Xiao Huolun also woke up. Just now, Zhu Tong wrote the word "phoenix" in front of his eyes. The influence was really limited. It disturbed his mind. After being yelled by his companions, he understood.
"How can I find a place to reason with you? You can't leave today. Use your long dick to greet him."
Divine Gou Wang Han finally gritted his teeth. If he let Zhu Tong go like this, his own face and the face of Sipinhonghuo would be lost. He saw that Zhu Tong's kung fu was in close combat, and he could use his long dick to
Limit most of his abilities.
Zhu Tong knew that it was too late to say anything now. He took a few steps back, leaned against the big tree and said, "Don't regret it."
"Regret? I dare to take responsibility. I never know how to write regret." Xiao Huolun rushed up again. He was humiliated and laughed at by his companions. His eyes turned red. He rushed over regardless of it, completely forgetting that he was Zhu Tong's subordinate just now.
Show mercy.
The other two people pulled out wooden sticks, danced stick flowers on the left and right, and rushed forward with small fire wheels.
If you can't run away during a group fight, leaning against a big tree is the safest way.
If Zhu Tong runs away, the situation will be easier to handle. Wang Han hopes that Zhu Tong escapes, so that his hook knife hidden in the black staff can be shot out, which can at least hurt Zhu Tong lightly; even if Zhu Tong really escapes,
He also has something to explain.
Facing the Zhu disciples, Lao Jianghu still felt uneasy and did not dare to make a fatal move.
In the stone house by the sea, the Taoist priest in yellow fell to the ground. His face was contorted and he couldn't scream.
In just ten minutes, all that was left of the woman in black was skin and bones; only one right hand was still intact, pale and gray in color, and it was tightly grasping the testicles of the Taoist priest in yellow.
The black beads were now as red as blood and rolled on the ground.