The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 141 Ghost Villa
And above the clouds formed by the "true qi", Wu Ming floated in the air, and kept hitting the Baihui acupoint on the heads of He Shangshu and the other three with his palms in the air.

Low-consumption internal power output, even for three days and three nights, is not difficult for top players.But it is difficult for a moment to imagine Wu Ming floating in mid-air with the counterattack force of his palm.

If there are people from the rivers and lakes who are proficient in martial arts watching here, they will definitely worship him as a god who rides the clouds and fog.

Even Ye Gucheng, who is at the top of the martial arts world, has never imagined that martial arts can have such an amazing performance. Only by judging that the operation and circulation of Wu Ming's true energy and internal force has reached a shocking state can he maintain his life. This kind of power consumption.

In addition to Wu Ming's ability to stay in the air, what is also unbelievable is his ability to slap Baihui acupoint to heal people's injuries.

It should be known that the head is the meeting place of all yang, the ancestor of all the meridians, and the Baihui acupoint is the place where the qi of all the meridians converge, and it is one of the most important acupoints in the human body.Even if it is touched by someone who knows no martial arts, there is a risk of serious injury or death.

But most of Wu Ming's palm force used to maintain the floating state was poured into the Baihui acupoint of these three people.

Those who practice martial arts usually also learn some medical techniques, which can be used when they are unprepared.Although Ye Gucheng's attainments in this area are not as good as the famous local doctor Shi Jingmo or Ximen Chuuxue, they are still extraordinary.

Judging from his experience, Wu Ming's actions seemed to be a way to heal major internal injuries, and in order to treat three people at the same time, it was convenient to hit the Baihui acupoint, so he chose a position in the air.

He stared intently, only to see that each of the opponent's palms was simple and unpretentious. Although they were treating internal injuries, they seemed to hide a set of profound exercises.

However, he didn't recognize any of the martial arts that the other party used in the meantime, but what is certain is that each of these "unnamed" martial arts is by no means inferior to the unique skills of the major sects.

Seeing this, Ye Gucheng had to admit that if his martial arts could be regarded as a white cloud in the sky, then Wu Ming's martial arts could be regarded as a huge and boundless cloud.

However, although the white cloud is insignificant to the giant cloud covering the sky, it is also a cloud.If it is a flying fairy who controls the white clouds, it may not be impossible to break through the heavy clouds and thick fog and see the blue sky above.

Ye Gucheng, who was on the sidelines, was constantly feeling in his heart. The three people who were poured from the top of their heads by Wu Ming's palm force had already lost the ability to think.

They only felt streams of heat rushing down from the top of their heads, their whole bodies were numb, and their minds were also in chaos.

The full moon rose gradually, and Wu Ming's palms moving above the heads of the three became more and more anxious.

All of a sudden, he fell from the sky, changed his slap to a swipe, and slapped all [-] big acupoints on the three of them very quickly, and then slapped heavily on the back.

I saw the three people's hearts fluttered, and the turbid air was about to come out. "Ah", they spit out a pile of thick phlegm with bloodshot eyes. The embroidery needles that were originally embedded in the big holes on their chests softened at some point and fell to the ground along the way.

"It took you a day to heal the injury caused by the short-term acupuncture. Does this mean that the opponent's martial arts are even more advanced?"

Ye Gucheng couldn't help asking, he was not a curious person, but after witnessing Wu Ming's practice for a day, he really couldn't imagine that there are still people who are better than Wu Ming in the world.

Even Zhao Qing was far behind by Wu Ming in terms of skill. If he didn't break through, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Ye Gucheng's previous expectation that Zhao Qing might come to the palace to deal with Wu Ming has disappeared without a trace.

Although he hopes that one day he will become a flying fairy who controls the white clouds and challenge Wu Ming, but even if that day comes, it will probably be four or fifty years away, and it can only be regarded as an extremely distant and ethereal future goal.

Wu Ming's answer to Ye Gucheng's question was:

"If it's just to restore them to their original state, how can I reflect my methods? While forcing out the steel needles, I also opened up the yin and yang veins for these three people, connecting the meridian points of the whole body. When they are fully awake, get familiar with them , you will find that your martial arts have improved a lot.”

"As for the swordsman who left the 'war letter', I hope that within half a month in the palace, he can come and fight me to satisfy my desire to fight with others after decades of not meeting an opponent. The desire to fight with all your might.”

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The location of the ghost villa is in the vast jungle in the west of the south of the Lingnan, not very far from Yangcheng in the east of the south of the Lingnan.

It was built in a remote area with poor mountains and bad waters, and it was extremely hidden, which greatly reduced the possibility of being tracked down by people in the righteous way.

But on the contrary, if he wants skilled craftsmen to build a villa in this area and supply supplies to the villains in the village every month, Taoist Mu will spend a lot of money.

As Lu Xiaofeng said in the original work, he has exhausted countless manpower and material resources to establish this foundation, and it is even more difficult to maintain it. Even if each of them has to charge 10 taels, the expenditure may not be enough.

If someone spends decades and at least millions of taels to build a powerful organization, even if the founder is the emperor who controls the court, he will definitely attach great importance to this power under him and maintain it more.

However, Mu Taoist is different.For him, Ghost Villa is just a tool to achieve his goals, and he has never invested any emotion.Even if he destroyed it with his own hands, it still couldn't arouse many fluctuations in his heart.

What Taoist Mu really cared about, besides being the head of Wudang, maybe his own daughter Ye Xue.

After two days, Zhao Qing and Taoist Mu finally came to the vicinity of the ghost villa.

The blue sky is like a painting.

Right in front of the two of them was a bottomless abyss.

There are white clouds below, and nothing can be seen.

When you get closer, you can see clearly that there is a thick steel cable in the white clouds, which traverses the cliffs on both sides.

On the side of the cliff, there is a large bamboo basket, which is hung on a steel cable with a pulley hook.

The cliff here is relatively high. If you untie a rope, the bamboo basket will slide to the opposite side.

On the opposite side of the mountain is the Ghost Villa.

Zhao Qing is now walking on the slippery steel cable and wants to go to the other side.

The steel cable is very slippery, and the mountain wind is very strong. People walking on it are like candles in the wind.

Looking at the past, there are white clouds all around, misty, floating, and the whole world seems to be floating. It is really not easy to walk on it smoothly.

Normally, she should reach the other side through the bamboo basket, which is not only safe, but also not slow.

But Zhao Qing's feet were alternately pointing on the steel cable, and he was as light and quick as flat ground. He only took a few breaths to cross the distance of nearly a hundred feet.

It has to be said that for a top expert like her, it would be much easier and faster to just walk the tightrope.

If she hadn't seen the stone crane holding a long sword on the other side.

(End of this chapter)