I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 85 Shura Palm

"Wu Liang, Marquis of Yongchun?" He Pingan narrowed his eyes and asked.

"It's the Marquis, don't you know Yougao's last name?"

The middle-aged man nodded, his face relaxed, like a netizen who had never met for the first time, and there was no trace of joy or anger in his voice.

"Meet the Marquis of Yongchun."

"If you are an unknown person in the lower district, you will not report your family name."

When He Pingan saw Yongchunhou, his expression did not change at all, as if he had expected it.

Wu Liang frowned, and then asked: "I don't know how did my son, Wu Fan, offend fellow Taoist?"

"Wu Fan?"

"I don't know it!"

He Pingan looked surprised, his acting skills already had three points of the charm of Mrs. Wu Liang.

"Fellow Daoist, why should you deceive yourself? You can pretend to be Yue Laosan to help He Pingan, so how could you not know Wu Fan?"

Wu Liang continued with a solemn expression, "If you hadn't acted, how could the two fourth-rank guards of this Marquis die quietly?"

"If it wasn't for you, who could hide in my house for more than a month without anyone finding out?"

He Pingan showed a hint of approval on his face, and praised: "The needle is not poked, it is worthy of being the Marquis of Yongchun, and he has checked all these things clearly."

"In this case, you must have guessed my identity."

"If what I expected is correct, you are the litigator from Xuanyang West Market!"

Wu Liang's face remained unchanged, and he said the clone's name lightly: "Luo Xiang!"

"It's just that this Marquis can't figure it out. Then He Ping'an is just a small official in green clothes. You are a dignified second-rank monk. If you enter the imperial court, you will be a senior member of the party, and if you enter the immortal gate, you will enjoy offerings."

"Why do you want to help him?"

Faced with Yue Laosan's face, He Pingan felt a little bit ashamed, and with a thought, Luo Xiang, who turned back into a handsome and handsome man, said with a faint smile, "I'm happy!"

"Whoosh!"

A figure flashed out from behind He Pingan, revealing that it was Qian Yanqing.

Wu Fu's speed was too slow, Qian Yanqing only chased after him at this time.

Seeing Qian Yanqing coming, Wu Liang nodded to the other party, indicating that he was ready to attack at any time.

He Pingan said again at this time: "But I have to correct one point, Wu Fan was not killed by me."

"It was killed by Emperor Jiaming."

Wu Liang scolded angrily: "You are talking nonsense!"

"How could the Holy Majesty do anything to Fan'er?"

"Prepare to die!"

"Shh!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Liang raised the saber in his hand, and a domineering and sharp saber slashed towards He Pingan.

Behind him, Qian Yanqing made a timely move, and the palm prints covering the sky and the sun appeared behind He Pingan, sealing his back.

Two second-rank warriors shot at the same time, the momentum was like a rainbow, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sky was full of sword light and palm shadows. If a monk below the third rank approached three miles from this place, he would immediately fall on the spot.

"I really didn't lie to you!"

"Wu Fan died in the Drug Testing Department."

Facing the two second-rank warriors, He Pingan didn't change his expression at all, and his figure soared into the sky, still mocking: "Did you say that you died in the hands of Emperor Jiaming?"

Seeing that He Pingan escaped from the blockade of the two people's attacks, Wu Liang's face remained unchanged, his body's real energy was transpiring, and his figure flew into the air like electricity.

"Get down!"

Wu Liang yelled angrily, and the long knife in his hand was like a hundred feet of horses, and instantly slashed towards He Pingan who was in midair.

Before the light of the sword arrived, a terrifying true meaning of martial arts had already struck He Pingan.

He Pingan's figure turned around, dodged the long knife again, and flew in another direction.

"Run away!"

Wu Liang thought that He Pingan was going to escape, his figure flickered, and he chased after He Pingan.

There is no need to move around on the ground, and the speed is not slower than the golden escape light.

"what!"

He Pingan exclaimed, and stopped running away.

Unexpectedly, Wu Liang's martial arts practice has already reached the pinnacle of the second rank of martial arts, and he is able to initially use the true essence to control the sky.

This is no longer the previous vertical jump that relied entirely on physical strength, but uses true energy as a means to control the sky.

Reaching this step shows that Wu Liang has stepped into the first rank of martial arts with one foot.

Looking at Wu Liang's changes from a distance, Qian Yanqing showed a hint of envy and greed on his face. The reason why he cooperated with Wu Liang was because Wu Liang had promised him.

After the matter is completed, it will bring him an opportunity to break through the first rank of martial arts.

Otherwise, he and Wu Liang are both second-rank martial arts, so why should he obey him.

"Boy, accept your life!"

"If you can die in the hands of the two of us, you should be content."

Seeing that He Pingan stopped the escape light, Wu Liang thought that he was shocked by his own strength, his face was overjoyed, and he roared angrily. He cut it off.

"Ugh!"

He Pingan sighed, and the golden sword in his hand was shining brightly.

Wu Liang sneered and said, "You only regret it now, isn't it too late?"

"Marquis Yongchun, do you think I sigh because I am afraid of you?"

"You are wrong, I sigh, because you are about to go to the first grade of Zhenguo, but you are about to fall soon."

The light of the sword in He Ping'an's hand lit up, and 1000 years of mana poured into the Jinlin Sword in his body.

"Chong!"

Accompanied by the sharp and ear-piercing sound of metal and iron clashing, the swords and swords intersected, and the two sharp weapons collided with each other. The mana and true essence extended along the blades of the swords and blasted at each other, setting off powerful aftermath waves.

The figures of the two did not change at all, but in the void behind them, the sound of swords and swords kept ringing, and the ground within a radius of ten miles was constantly cut by swords, lights and swords, and the soil was turned up inch by inch.

The strength is almost equal.

"The child is full of nonsense!"

"Shhhhh!"

Wu Liang cursed angrily, retracted the long saber in his hand, and cut out three black saber lights in a row, cutting towards He Pingan in three directions: upper, middle, lower.

Every sword light is extremely fierce, containing the true meaning of domineering and unparalleled martial arts.

"Tips for carving insects!"

He Pingan glanced lightly at the three sword lights that came, and a golden light flashed in his hand, and three consecutive sword lights came out, annihilating and devouring each other with the sword light, and dissipating invisible.

"Come again!"

Wu Liang's aura was like a rainbow, his body was full of true energy, and the long knife in his hand slashed out dozens of black knife lights, and then all the knife lights merged with each other in mid-air, converging into a powerful knife light, facing He Pingan cut off.

He Pingan understood in his heart that this knife was Wu Liang's true strength.

Before, it was just a temptation from both sides.

"Good come!"

He Ping'an floated in the mid-air, pouring all the 600 years of mana in his body into the Jinlin sword, and the sword light was a little more intense, and when the sword was cut out, the black sword light was cut off.

Most of the remaining sword light was still cutting towards Wu Liang.

"not good!"

Wu Liang's complexion changed. Unexpectedly, He Ping'an's strength suddenly increased by more than half. He was obviously not an opponent, so he quickly turned around and dodged to the side.

"boom!"

The sword light cut through the air, plowing a deep ditch more than ten miles long on the ground.

At this moment, behind He Pingan, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared, and the blood-red palm silently moved towards his back.

"I knew you were coming."

He Pingan, whose back was facing the ghostly figure, turned around like a spinning top, with no surprise or joy on his face, and raised his palm to greet him.

The ghostly figure was Qian Yanqing, seeing that He Pingan dared to pick him up with his flesh, he couldn't help showing a gleam of joy in his eyes.

Ordinary Daoist sword cultivators have strong swordsmanship but weak physical body. In a hurry, this person dared to catch his own Shura's palm with his fleshy palm.

Wu Liang's face in the distance also showed a gleam of joy. Qian Yanqing's Shura palm contained evil blood energy. As long as it touched a human body, the evil blood energy would penetrate into the body, stirring up the blood and blood in the monk's body. Rolling over, the strength dropped greatly.

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