Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 133: So, I am indeed the big devil

"That's right, Senior Brother Fan and Senior Brother Dong and Wang are all present. If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

"its not right……"

Sun Dacai looked confused: "This is obviously an ordinary iron hook, how can it produce such a confusing Zen sound?"

His sword furnace was located between Wugou Courtyard and Qinghong Lake. At that time, he heard the sound of bells clearly and unmistakably, and was greatly affected. He lost his concentration for a moment and almost messed up the iron tools that were being quenched.

This is why Fan Chong found him with an iron hook. After some experiments, he found that the iron hook was not only ordinary, but also made by him. Then Dong Zhao came and told the two that Chu Pingsheng had been called away by Master Jingzhao and might be killed. After being made things difficult for him, the reason why Sun Dacai did not hesitate to come to the rescue in person.

He must understand the ins and outs of this matter, otherwise, he will not be able to eat this lunch no matter what.

The three women were confused.

Master Jingxuan asked: "Junior Brother Sun, what happened? Why are you so excited?"

Sun Dacai twitched his face, which was as rough as tree bark due to the constant heat, and recounted the strange things that happened yesterday.

Qingjing Courtyard is some distance from Wugou Courtyard. The sound of bells and bells is very weak when it reaches here. It also coincides with the evening classes of monks and monks chanting sutras, so it is difficult to attract attention. Even if someone hears it, they will not take it seriously. .

"Is there such a thing?"

Master Jingxuan stretched out her hand, and Sun Dacai placed the iron hook in her palm.

She has a tall figure and her hands are larger than those of ordinary women. They are basically a man's hand... a man's hand as strong as an ox.

With his next breath, a black shadow rose into the sky.

Clang.

Master Jingxuan unsheathed the long sword behind her back. She waved her right hand, the sword flashed across the sky, and with a few tinkling sounds, several pieces of iron hooks the size of a palm were broken and fell to the ground.

Sure enough, as Sun Dacai said, this is just an ordinary iron hook.

Fan Chong and Dong Zhao looked at each other.

"That's not right. Yesterday evening we clearly saw Junior Brother Chu's sword hitting this hook to evoke the Zen sound. How come it turned into an ordinary iron tool overnight? Is there a ghost?"

Master Jingxuan looked at Sun Dacai and the others for a moment, thinking that there was no need for them to lie about this matter, so the problem most likely lies with Chu Pingsheng.

"Chu Pingsheng, do you have anything to say?"

Chu Pingsheng was sighing at the fact that Master Jingxuan, a great disciple of the Emei Sect, was indeed quite capable. He had sharp swordsmanship and formidable determination. He had obtained the true inheritance of the old nun Jiejie. When he heard her question, he faced that intimidating gaze and endured. I can't help but complain in my heart, the swordsmanship is authentic, and the personality is similar. This Emei sect really hates women in power.

"Uncle Jingzhao, please lend me the sword."

Without waiting for Master Jingzhao's answer, he walked to the wooden desk, picked up the long sword placed on it, came to the front of the iron hook that was broken into three pieces, pressed it with his toes, and then lifted it up. The hook rose into the air.

Chu Pingsheng moved his hands, the scabbard flew out to the left, the sword body turned to the right, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the golden-topped Buddha light of the third Emei Sword Technique rose up with the momentum and shot directly at the half-iron hook in the air.

Fan Chong and Dong Zhao's expressions did not change, but Sun Dacai, Ji Xiaofu, Ding Minjun and other four generations of disciples were all shocked, because Chu Pingsheng's golden-domed Buddha's Light changed from the starting hand to the footwork, and then to the strength control of the moves and the coherence of the movements. His character, as well as the subsequent changes contained therein, are remarkable. Even if they were to use him, if they didn't consider the difference in skill and only talked about their understanding of the moves, to be honest, they wouldn't be much better than him.

Ji Xiaofu is one of the people who cares about him more. I remember that he only learned the first two of the nine Emei Swordsmanship Golden Peak moves. Yesterday, I met Senior Sister Jingzhen on the way back to Qingjing Villa. When I said hello, I heard that she was going to Wugou Villa. The hospital explained the essence of the third form of the Golden Summit Buddha's Light to the male disciples of the Five Generations.

In other words, according to normal logic, Chu Pingsheng only learned the Golden Summit Buddha's Light yesterday. So the question is, how did he master this move like this in less than a day? Even Cao Qing, who was the earliest among the fifth-generation male disciples, could not be as skilled as him and could only catch up with the fourth-generation disciples.

Ding... The ethereal and long sound of the bell interrupted her thinking, and the doubts in her heart immediately dissipated, and her anxiety about how to face Yin Liting when she was about to go to Wudang Mountain was also healed, as if she had entered a state of no sorrow, no joy, no desire, no desire. The artistic conception of seeking.

Ding Minjun, Sun Dacai and others were in similar condition. Their expressions were dull, their breathing was long, their minds were blank, and they had no desire to be competitive.

Clang!
With the sound of gold and iron, Ji Xiaofu and others shuddered, woke up from their daze, and looked at Master Jingxuan, who had a gloomy expression and held a sword in her hand, with a look of shame on her face, secretly thinking that it was fortunate that the senior sister was in time. Reminder, otherwise God knows how long it will take before I wake up.

Thinking of this, several people turned to look at Chu Pingsheng. Compared with when he used the golden-domed Buddha's light move, their eyes became extremely complicated, some were dignified, some were shocked, but most of them were confused.

Although they fell into Chu Pingsheng's trap because they were unprepared, it was enough to show the domineering power of this golden-domed Buddha's light.

Combined with what Sun Dacai just said, it is obvious that the iron hook is an ordinary iron hook, and the long sword is Master Jingzhao's long sword, which is no different from everyone's sword. Then the problem can only lie with Chu Pingsheng, his golden sword The Buddha's Light on the top is different from the Buddha's Light on the Golden Dome.

Chu Pingsheng returned the sword to its sheath in response to everyone's gaze, put the weapon back on the wooden case, and turned to face Master Jingxuan directly.

"This is not Zen sound, this is magic sound. Tell me, where did you learn this sword technique?"

Magic sound?

Listen to her give this description.

Sun Dacai, Master Jingzhao, and Ji Xiaofu all looked astonished. Ding Minjun thought of the body-protecting gray mist he created when he slapped Chu Pingsheng yesterday, and he believed in the adjective "magic sound".

But she didn't dare to say anything, she just hoped in her heart that Master Jingxuan would find out his identity and kill him with a sword in order to avenge Pogua's hatred.

Chu Pingsheng said: "Master Jingzhen taught me this."

"Junior Sister Jingzhen?"

"Yes, just yesterday, everyone in the fifth-generation male disciples of Wugou Villa knew about this matter."

"You fool me?"

Master Jingxuan took a step forward, grabbed his wrist, pressed his fingertips on the Ming Gate, and stabbed an internal force.

Ji Xiaofu subconsciously stopped her, but she retracted her hand halfway.

Chu Pingsheng did not resist and let her check the condition inside her body. He even took the time to look worried and regretted bringing Sun Dacai here to save people. However, Fan Chong, who had escalated the situation, blinked and grinned.

Soon, Master Jingxuan let go of her hand, her face full of confusion, and she repeatedly called it "strange".

Ji Xiaofu asked tentatively: "Senior sister?"

"His level of internal energy is very rudimentary, and he does belong to the Emei lineage, but what happened to the magic sound just now...?"

Talking about sonic power, it has been around since ancient times. Let’s not talk about the Bihaichao Shengqu of Emei sect founder Guo Xiang’s grandfather, Huang Yaoshi. More recently, the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun once used the lion roaring power on Wangpan Mountain to turn many martial arts people into idiots. .

Chu Pingsheng used the Emei sword technique just now, but the effect of the sword strike is similar to that of the sound wave technique. To practice the sound wave technique, deep internal strength is essential. This is the first time she grabbed Chu Pingsheng's pulse gate and explored it. The reason for his weak internal strength.

But the result completely overturned her cognition. Chu Pingsheng's internal skills were quite rudimentary. Not to mention the sound wave skills, the light skills could only be used to climb over walls or jump into traps.

"Demon sound?" Chu Pingsheng did not treat her differently from Master Jingzhao, and said sarcastically: "Master Jingxuan, if this is called the magic sound, then what are you practicing by meditating and chanting sutras every day? Is it the devil? ?”

Master Jingxuan frowned upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)