Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 121 Movement and Boxing

After coming out of the martial arts gym, Wei Zheng did not go home directly. Instead, he walked around in circles. After making sure that no one was following him, he came to a safe house prepared for him by the Qingsha Gang.

Wei Zheng thought for a long time.

Master took him to see the secret method of Mountain Moving Quan and gave it to him, which already represented his intention.

If I didn't want to take over the job at that time, I would have just stopped looking at the qi and blood meridian diagram.

However, I am also a human being, and I will have to break through to my heart sooner or later.

With the help of the Qi and Blood Chart, the danger of breaking the heart barrier on your own will definitely be much greater than not preparing anything and just relying on your own groping!
Forget it.

What can I think about?

Wei Zheng suddenly opened his eyes and forced himself to withdraw from this chaotic emotion.

He walked out of the yard, looked at the clear blue sky, and spoke in a deep voice, as if talking to the air.

"come out!"

wow.

The sound of turning clothes was heard the next moment, and a slim figure jumped up from the wall, jumped into the courtyard, and bowed respectfully to Wei Zheng.

"Mr. Wei!" Song Ping didn't look as cold as before.

"Are you sure you want to pass on your Qingjian Sect's light body technique to me? Do you know the consequences if the Qingjian Sect knows that you are passing on the technique at will?"

"If it were anyone else, I would never be able to teach it. Wang Muchhi once asked and offered a thousand taels of gold, but I never agreed. I just want to teach it to Mr. Wei."

"Oh? Lift your head." Wei Zheng was a little curious and looked quietly at Song Ping, who looked like a little white rabbit in front of him. The latter averted his eyes the moment he made eye contact with Wei Zheng.

Song Ping's slender hands were tightened under her clothes, and her knuckles seemed to turn white from the tension. Even Song Ping's breathing gradually became more rapid.

The face is hot.

Inexplicably, she always felt that Mr. Wei was different from others.

"It's not that I don't have a purpose," Song Ping bit her lower lip, her voice sounding like a mosquito's hum. "If Mr. Wei has perfected his physical skills, I would like you to tell me how you developed such a mellow Qi and blood..."

Wei Zheng raised his eyebrows, feeling secretly happy in his heart.

This is the Qingjian Sect’s technique!What will happen to the skills coming out of the first sect in Qingzhou?
Moreover, after the battle on the snowy night, Wei Zheng gradually understood his shortcomings.

His speed does not match his current energy and blood strength.

If you can practice this top-notch movement technique again, and combine it with such strong Qi and blood, your strength will be greatly improved again?

With the extremely fast speed and the elegant and agile movement skills of the Qingjian Sect, when facing the enemy, I am afraid that I am already in an invincible position!
Even if you can't defeat him, you can escape very quickly with your body skills.

"Okay!" Wei Zheng happily agreed to Song Ping, casually threw a red pill from his arms and threw it into Song Ping's hand.

"This elixir should be enough to restore some of your injuries. This also counts as my tuition fee, so you don't lose money."

"Yes." Song Ping lowered her head, spread her palms, and looked at the red pill in her hand, which was only the size of a fingernail.

It's so fragrant and smells like treasure fish.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Wei Zheng came out of the safe house with a glowing face.

One afternoon of training was far from enough to get him started.

But even if he has not yet started, Wei Zheng has gained a lot from some leg skills and experience in fighting, as well as the structural knowledge of leg power.

What makes Wei Zheng even more excited is that the Qingjian Sect's movement technique is even more sophisticated than Professor Zhou Yuan's Baiyun Sanshou.

In Lin County, boxing skills are not uncommon. Although there are not many excellent boxing skills, it is not impossible to find traces.

It seems that this body technique can only be learned from Song Ping.

on the street.

It's still the same as before.

Beggars, homeless people, and poor people selling firewood were all hiding in corners, their eyes full of numbness and indifference, but they were always staring at the closed porridge shed not far away.The porridge shed has not been opened for half a month because of the food shortage.

But the funny thing is that now that the food has been delivered from outside the city, there is still no movement in the porridge shed.

People like me worked hard, but unexpectedly, I enriched these people's wallets.

How about killing all these beasts in the government?

It’s fucking useless anyway.

Wei Zheng secretly clenched his fists, feeling depressed in his heart.

Just when the beggars on the roadside were still imagining that the porridge shed would be able to open today, a figure suddenly flashed in front of them.

pat.

A small bag containing moldy brown rice was suddenly thrown in front of the beggars.

"Oh?" Wei Zheng finally felt better after seeing this scene.

"It seems that there are still good-hearted people in this world."

But just in the middle of speaking, Wei Zheng suddenly closed his mouth, and his face gradually became gloomy.

Just as the beggars were about to stretch out their dirty hands, the man throwing the grain grabbed their wrists.

"Brother, do you want a meal or a meal?" The man winked at the beggar, his voice full of confusion.

"Sir," the old beggar in rags, layer upon layer of rags, looked at the man in front of him with confusion, his mind spinning rapidly.

He was stunned for a while, then licked his face and spoke with a smile. "Master, I don't have any big ambitions. I just want to have a full meal. A full meal is enough." The old beggar said and was about to get the broken grain bag.

He definitely wants to have a good meal, but after living for so many years, what can't he see?If he is full, maybe this person wants to let him do something.

By then, let alone having a full meal, even survival will be a luxury.

"Alas!" The man obviously didn't expect the old beggar to say that, so he quickly grabbed the grain bag and hid behind him.

"You old scoundrel! You don't know how to appreciate me! Did you just take the uncle's food casually? Give you another chance! Which one do you choose?!" The man leaned down and stared at the old beggar fiercely, his eyes full of threats. mean.

"No, no no... I don't want it anymore." The old beggar waved his hands quickly and kept retreating.

"Damn it! You old bastard! You are looking for death! You are playing tricks on me!" When the man saw the old beggar's appearance, he became so angry that he kicked the old beggar in the ribs.

The old beggar let out a scream instantly.

He pulled out the whip from his waist and was about to whip it at the old beggar when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a pair of iron-like hands.

"Who." The man was instantly frightened. He turned his head and saw a pure black and decent black martial arts master's robe. On the chest of the robe was a small badge.

Floating cloud pattern.

Master martial artist!

The man just felt his heart pounding.

"Get out!" A loud roar surged in his eardrums. At the same time, he only felt his body tilting, and with a snap, he was thrown to the ground by the huge force.

The man quickly got up from the ground, his face full of respect and fear, and he kept apologizing to Wei Zheng and kept retreating.

"Sir, you don't remember the faults of small people. I thank you for letting me live." He took a few steps back, and when he saw that Wei Zheng had no intention of chasing after him, the man let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly hugged the girl in his arms. The food disappeared in a flash.

"Thank you." The old beggar looked at everything in front of him blankly.

He had long been frightened into confusion.

Ding!
On the ground, a silver light flashed.

A bright silver coin danced and bounced into the old beggar's broken bowl.

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