Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 120

Seeing this, Zhang Yuqing shrugged his shoulders, nodded to the seventeen or eight senior brothers and said, "Senior brothers, why don't you go to bed so late?"

"Brother Zhang, where's the second brother?"

The seniors, who faced several corpses, stood upright unsteadily, with bright red blood flowing from their five orifices, and their voices were like the rough noise made by two pieces of old tree bark rubbing against each other.

Zhang Yuqing felt nauseated looking at the inhuman-like seniors.

These people look like ordinary people during the day, but at night they will lose all their blood and become dry and thin. No wonder the man with the mole prevents him from walking outside after nightfall, probably because he is worried that he will find out their secrets.

I don't know why these guys became like this, does it have anything to do with their crappy beliefs?

All these doubts came to my mind.

Zhang Yuqing didn't think about it for the time being, and turned to chuckle at the person who asked him the question: "Second senior brother? I killed him!"

"killed?!"

All the disciples were angry, forming a circle in a dark mood, and gathered around.

What is even more eye-catching is that beside the seventeen or eight mummified disciples, there is a fat and strong bald cook holding two kitchen knives.

Although he didn't turn into a mummy, his whole body was covered with centipede-like scars, as were his head, face, and neck. He looked quite weird.

Zhang Yuqing looked at it for a long time before finally realizing that this person is not a 'person'.

To be more precise, he should be a monster sewn together with different human tissues and organs!

It was too dark in the kitchen that day, and the cook kept his head buried in chopping meat, so there was not much in-depth communication between the two of them.

Today, he has learned a lot.

The cook held the kitchen knife, and let out a shrill smile in his throat: "The second senior brother is dead... hehe, that's great, I've wanted to taste him for a long time. And you, little beggar, master If I want to eat you, you must be delicious..."

As he spoke, long saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward with two rough thighs, rushing towards Zhang Yuqing like a wild giant elephant!
"Go away! Go away!!"

He frantically pushed away the 'mummy' who were blocking him. If someone didn't react in time and failed to make way for him, he would cut off his head with a backhand knife.

Four or five heads rolled down, and the other 'mummy' looked at the cook with resentment and fear in their eyes, not daring to touch his edge, seeing that they were blocking the way for the bald head to sew up the corpse, and avoiding it from a distance.

Zhang Yuqing's face was calm, and he raised his flying sword and stabbed straight!

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

The flying sword, which was as fast as thunder, exploded three bloody holes on the cook's chest, between the eyebrows and neck.

Dark red mixed with black and purple blood flowed out in pools, and the bald cook was injured, which aroused his ferocity instead!
His fat was too thick, and it was covered with tough fascia in disorder, even the extremely sharp dharma sword failed to penetrate his body, but broke through cavities in his body.

The exploded pieces of meat splashed everywhere, the cook's eyes were red, hot steam spewed from his mouth and nose, and he roared angrily, "I'm going to chop you into minced meat!!!"

He swung his arms round and threw the kitchen knife in his hand!

"boom!"

Two kitchen knives fell from the sky and struck on the bluestone steps, with great force they split the thick bluestone from the middle!
However, Zhang Yuqing's figure has long since disappeared.

"Huh, it's dangerous!"

On the other side, seeing the unfavorable situation, Zhang Yuqing fled away and let out a soft breath.

If he hadn't been a martial artist in the internal strong state at this moment, he would definitely not be able to avoid that shot just now.

This world has practiced martial arts to the extreme, and the power is different.

The initial speed of the two kitchen knives was almost comparable to that of a bullet. Ordinary people would never be able to react, so they were split into two pieces.

"It's so fast!"

"He actually learned martial arts?!"

"No, it's impossible, it's just a little beggar that the master picked up on the side of the road!"

The rest of the disciples stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Just a few hours ago, Zhang Yuqing was still a mortal with no strength to restrain a chicken. How could it be possible that in just a few hours, he was agile enough to avoid the third senior brother's move in a state of rage?

Even if the strange long sword in his hand is extremely powerful, a sneak attack can indeed kill the second senior brother.

But in terms of speed, even beginner warriors like them feel dizzy and unable to react.

This is by no means a skill that ordinary people can possess.

Only the master's agility can be so fast that I and others can't even see clearly!
Zhang Yuqing's expression was normal, and he didn't care about the cook who was screaming and rushing to the corridor to pick up kitchen knives.

He raised his sword twice and killed a few disciples who were watching the theater nearby.

Blood holes appeared between the eyebrows of two or three disciples, and they fell to the ground dead with a muffled grunt.

"The long sword in his hand is very powerful, don't take it lightly!"

Someone shouted, and despair appeared on his withered face.

The eyes of the disciples who were closer to Zhang Yuqing were bleeding, and they rushed towards him with screams!

With bloodthirsty desire on their faces, they all stared at Zhang Yuqing's neck and skin, their teeth itching.

"It smells good-"

"is blood!!!"

Several 'mummy's with haggard faces were agile, bursting out at a speed completely beyond ordinary people, and crazily grabbed him.

Zhang Yuqing turned expressionless and turned around.

"call out!"

After killing the enemy who was closer to him, he shook his head slightly to the right, dodging a Yin claw.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted himself up, as if he had transformed into a giant python for a short time, and walked between the remaining two disciples in the blink of an eye.

"go with!"

He clenched a fist in his right hand, his muscles swelled, and the infinite blood and inner energy stored in his dantian poured into the meridian, and the whole right arm swelled and swelled as if breathing.

"die!"

The right fist struck out, piercing through the back of a disciple's head neatly, and piercing through his face.

Withdraw your hand and turn around.

The right uppercut precisely hit the chin of the remaining disciple, directly shattering his bones, and sending him spinning in the air several feet away.

Pfft!
The man rolled over a few times, lying on his back on the ground, and took a few rapid breaths in his chest, the inhalation was not as much as the outflow, and he seemed to be dying.

"Strong inside!!"

"He is a master of inner strength, we are definitely not opponents!"

The souls of the remaining few disciples were terrified, and they recognized Zhang Yuqing's range of strength one after another.

"what?"

Zhang Yuqing tilted his head slightly, and asked in doubt: "Is it so obvious? It seems that there is some way to divide the realm that I don't know about."

"Go and ask the master!"

Several disciples who looked like 'mummy' fled in all directions, as if Zhang Yuqing behind him was the monster who chose to eat people.

They were extremely fast, rolling and crawling, walking on the ground with agile limbs, and disappeared like four-legged snakes in an instant.

The cook finally retrieved the weapon and charged towards Zhang Yuqing's direction.

'Break your arm first! '

Meat fists are no match for iron blades, Zhang Yuqing is not stupid enough to fight this cook with two steel knives in hand.

When he saw it, he stabbed the cook in the eye!

Zhang Yuqing's body has been strengthened through thousands of tempers, and the internal energy in the dantian is stored, and he is already a complete martial arts master.

With this attack, although Feijian couldn't let go due to lack of magic power, it still pierced the cook's right eye at an extremely fast speed, piercing his eye, and blood flowed out.

"what!!!"

The cook roared, angrier at losing half of his vision.

With only his left eye remaining, his judgment of distance instantly lost control, and he couldn't accurately grasp the close distance.

Although Zhang Yuqing was just one foot in front of him, he still couldn't hit the opponent with his swing.

After being exasperated, he repeated the old trick and threw the kitchen knife in his right hand violently!

Zhang Yuqing's eyes lit up, he lowered his head to dodge, and then jumped into the yard with a few backflips, snatching the thrown kitchen knife first.

"Heh, let's compare sword skills with you!"

With a knife in hand, Zhang Yuqing raised his chin lightly at the cook.

The Buddha Kung Fu is specialized in boxing and body techniques, and it is not clear what is contained in the sword technique, but the principle of martial arts is the same, it is nothing more than turning the knife into a part of the body, and doing whatever you want.

He made a move at this moment, splashing the water wielded by a stainless steel kitchen knife, and using it as his own fist.

The bald suturing cook was panting and glared at Zhang Yuqing. Two streams of white steam spewed out from his nasal cavity, attacking him without saying a word!

"Ding!"

With a saber in hand, Zhang Yuqing stopped dodging and blocked the opponent's powerful saber with his backhand.

The cook was short of breath, his muscles burst out with all his strength, and he pressed down desperately, trying to cut Zhang Yuqing in half.

"That's it?" Zhang Yuqing was stunned when he felt the other party's strength.

He felt that he had only used less than half of his strength, and he easily blocked the cook.

In view of the opponent's huge size, Zhang Yuqing always thought that he would not be an opponent if he fought hard.

Unexpectedly, the fact is quite the opposite.

A chuckle emerged from the corner of his mouth, and his lowered waist recovered instantly, and he suppressed the cook in turn in an understatement.

Looking at the cook's bald head, twitching veins and sweating profusely, Zhang Yuqing smiled, slashed lightly, raised the knife and dropped it!
"Wow—"

The kitchen knife made of stainless steel easily cut off the chef's head, and the latter's body straightened immediately, and he collapsed to the ground with a bang!
"Gah-"

There was a crunching sound of dead leaves being crushed.

The old temple has been abandoned for a long time, and the ground is covered with thick dead leaves of pine needles, which often exudes a rotten smell.

Today, this disgusting smell has suddenly increased a lot.

Footsteps slowly approached him.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yuqing shook off the remaining blood on the Shufa sword, and then raised his head to look ahead.

A thin old man in a gray Taoist robe stood quietly under the moon arch. Behind him, several dry heads were strung together by hemp rope, his mouth was silently opened wide, and extreme fear remained on his face.

Those were the disciples who had fled during the fierce battle earlier, clamoring to find their master to deal with Zhang Yuqing.

Now it's utterly dead.

Zhang Yuqing smiled suddenly, his strong bronze skin relaxed slightly, he looked up at the old man with his head upright and asked softly, "Master?"

The old man was extremely thin, but he was not skinny like those disciples, who seemed to have lost [-]% of his blood. From a distance, he was just an ordinary old man.

He had a wooden sword inserted obliquely behind his back, a green Buddha statue on his chest, and a rosary on his wrist.

He was dressed in the same dress as the old man Zhang Yuqing saw when he spied inside the hall that day.

Hearing Zhang Yuqing's words, the old man coughed twice and took a step forward.

His face was exposed to the moonlight.

An extremely terrifying face suddenly came into Zhang Yuqing's eyes.

The left side of his face is covered with age spots, and his skin is withered and yellow, but it is still normal.

However, the right half of the face seemed to have been scorched by a fire, and it was covered with dense burn marks. Even the lips were scorched by the fire, and a row of gums could be faintly seen inside.

"Good apprentice..."

A strange smile appeared on the old man's face, he took off the wooden sword behind his back and said, "Why...why do you always want to resist as a teacher?"

"Elder disciples are like this, and you, a newly recruited closed disciple, are also like this..."

He sighed softly, took out a small gourd from his long-sleeved robe, pulled out the cork and poured a few gulps of strong wine into his mouth.

The crystal clear wine flowed out from half of his cracked cheek, wetting his chest.

The old man didn't care, drank the spirits freely, wiped his mouth casually, threw the gourd aside, hammered his old waist and looked at Zhang Yuqing: "I can't be quiet... to die for the old man ?!"

"Whoosh!"

When he said the last word, the old man suddenly exploded with a speed that was not at his age. He pierced through the air leaving an afterimage, and rushed towards Zhang Yuqing!
"Good come!"

Zhang Yuqing's sword eyebrows frowned, and he raised his hand to strike a sword!
The old man didn't expect his speed to be so fast, he snorted suddenly, and couldn't dodge the sword in his chest!
However, the dharma sword, which has always been invincible, was firmly stuck between the old man's skin and flesh, only breaking a bloody hole the size of a finger.

The old man let out a light sigh, jumped up several times, and quickly stopped not far from Zhang Yuqing, stroking the wound silently.

His skin covered with age spots is like a reinforced iron bone, able to block the magic sword?
Zhang Yuqing was also taken aback, and looked at the old man with piercing eyes.

"It's a good weapon." The old man looked at the bloody hole in his chest quietly, and commented indifferently: "It's not bad to be able to break through my rigid steel frame!"

"Steel bones?"

Zhang Yuqing frowned.

Listening to the name, it seems to be a kind of horizontal kung fu.

However, didn't it mean that this sect majored in Buddha Kungfu?
Why didn't he see any records about this rigid steel frame in the secret book of Buddha's power.

"You Buddha son, you are hiding something deep!"

The eyes of the old man looking at Zhang Yuqing were full of undisguised admiration, but after the admiration, there was a stronger desire to devour him!

"Buddha?" Zhang Yuqing looked at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe—" the old man calmly leaned on the ground with his wooden sword as a cane, and said in a low tone, "Do you know what this door is called?"

"I don't know." Zhang Yuqing shook his head.

"Flying Zombie Gate!" The old man's words were full of pride, as if the famous people in the world would applaud and applaud!
However, Zhang Yuqing acted as if he didn't know the meaning of it, as if he didn't know much about this so-called Flying Zombie Gate.

"That's all!" Seeing Zhang Yuqing's confusion, the old man sighed helplessly: "50 years ago, our sect caused dissatisfaction with an expert because of excessive killings, and more than two hundred disciples from the upper and lower sects were killed overnight. The room was slaughtered clean!"

"I was only eight years old at the time. When I was in danger, I escaped from birth following my teacher's last wish. I stayed incognito for more than [-] years and finally stepped into the inner world again. Only then did I once again play the banner and wander the rivers and lakes again."

"You, the new generation, haven't heard of it, and it's really normal."

(End of this chapter)