Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 6 Huang Rong is so pitiful

snort!
Following Chu Pingsheng's cold snort.

Wang Chu suddenly felt it was difficult, and Fu Chen seemed unable to grasp the spear.

Such great strength, even Ma Yu, who has the most exquisite internal skills among the Quanzhen Seven Sons, is nothing more than this.

The onlookers around him didn't know Yang Kang's identity, but he knew it well. Even if he was the young prince of the Jin Kingdom and practiced sinister kung fu, he was still a master and disciple. How could he be killed by others after he was loyal and good?

At the critical moment, Wang Chu withdrew his strength with one foot, used the force to move forward, and struck out with a frost-breaking palm move.

He had seen it clearly in the audience just now, and knew that the scholar in green robe had practiced kung fu to the extreme, so he used 60% of the force in this palm, intending to hurt the enemy but not killing the enemy.

Of course, it would be better if the green-robed scholar turned aside to dodge, which would not only relieve Yang Kang's surroundings, but also interrupt the tense atmosphere in the arena and give everyone a chance to breathe and talk.

It was a good idea, but Chu Ping remained motionless and let the palm force hit his shoulder.

Not to mention that he couldn't avoid it without the foundation of martial arts. Even if he had the ability to hide, he never thought of hiding.

But Wang Chu felt his palm come into contact with a force that was both hard and soft. His frost-breaking ice palm, which was famous for its sharpness, was unable to break through it. He was horrified. Just when he was about to increase his force by 30%, he suddenly saw a cloud of evil wind emerging. , like a living thing, circled up the fingers, penetrated into the meridians through the acupuncture points, and rushed away the energy accumulated in the palms, causing excruciating pain for a moment.

What a domineering evil technique!

When he saw the two fighting in the audience just now, he thought that the gray energy lingering on Yang Kang's hand was caused by the poison of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, but he didn't expect that it was not the case. Yang Kang was possessed by the scholar in green robe.

It is true that evil has its own evil ways. There is no most evil way, only more evil ways.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in the flash of lightning. Chu Pingsheng was not interested in waiting for him to figure it out before flicking his spear.

"Let go!"

Wang Chuyi's left palm was almost paralyzed, and the true energy in his body was out of control. Naturally, he was unable to maintain it. He could not hold the whisk, and was knocked off the ring.

Chu Pingsheng was about to draw his gun and stab him again, thinking that as his son-in-law, he could help clean up the Yang family.

In fact, he didn't know what Mu Nianci was thinking. He was worried that the girl fell in love with Yang Kang, so he might as well shoot him to death to avoid future troubles. The heroes of the Song Dynasty killed the gold thief young prince. No one could say anything. However, when he looked across, he saw the scene in front of him. At this time, he was completely stunned.

Guo Jing was seen holding his right hand behind his back, half-kneeling on the ground with a painful look on his face. Next to him was Yang Kang, who looked like he was constipated and had a sinister look on his face.

He turned his head and saw their entangled palms, and understood.

Yang Kang regarded Guo Jing as a host that diluted the poison, and wanted to use his internal power to force Qijue Wuyingsha into the latter's body.

In fact, it's normal. Not to mention that Yang Kang has never seen a poisonous evil spirit like a living creature. Even Wang Chuyi, one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons, who has been walking around the world for many years, is also confused. The little prince is so selfish and vicious. With such a character, how could he take Jiang Hu Cao Mang's life seriously? As long as there is a chance of detoxification, any sacrifice is worth it.

Alas, the martial arts version of the farmer and the snake!

This is none of my business, it's just you brothers who are fighting against each other and hurting each other.

and many more……

After Chu Pingsheng finished sighing, he suddenly thought of the consequences of this incident. Yang Kang had killed Guo Jing. Then Huang Rong... wouldn't she have to be a widow?
It's too pitiful.

"Mr. Chu, be careful."

He suddenly heard Mu Nianci's reminder coming from behind him. Before he could wake up, he felt a chill in his lower back and something hit him. He subconsciously grabbed his back, held a pair of iron pens, and looked back. , and found that the person who attacked was short in stature, with sharp eyes, and wore a forehead protector on his head.

Isn't this Thousand-Handed Man Tu Peng Lianhu, one of Wanyan Honglie's five masters?

Clang, Clang.

I heard the sound of two more cymbals. Not far away, a monk wearing a red cassock and holding a pair of cymbals forced Yang Tiexin back and slapped him directly on the top of his head.

The Great Lama of the Western Regions, Master Lingzhi, is also here...

Chu Pingsheng did not dodge. He leaned back slightly and faced the cymbal with a headbutt.

Just hear a thud. The wise master was stunned because he had never thought that someone would do such a thing.

At this time, a recoil force came from the palm of his hand, which shocked his wrist until it was numb. He took two steps back before releasing the force. He turned his head and saw the green-robed scholar chuckling.

What a powerful iron head skill.

Master Lingzhi was not only surprised, but also found it unbelievable. How could such a powerful figure in the world come to be? Even if he is as strong as the four martial arts masters, he would not dare to bump his head against his cymbal.

The two of them saw that Yang Kang was in danger as soon as they arrived. They had no idea what had just happened. As a result, they kicked him on the iron plate. It was obviously a sneak attack, but it turned into a head-on confrontation.

The Thousand-Handed Man Tu Peng Lianhu wanted to take the opportunity to draw his weapon, but he didn't know that not only was the stab ineffective, but his strength was not as good as the enemy's. A pair of Iron Judge's Pens in his hand were accidentally knocked away by brute force.

Seeing the empty door behind the scholar revealed again, his face darkened and he kicked it.

At this moment, Wang Chuyi, who fell off the stage, was shocked that even the martial arts master who was holding a weapon could not defeat the green-robed scholar. At the same time, he became angry and shouted: "No, he has poison on his body."

Unfortunately it's still too late.

Peng Lianhu kicked Chu Pingsheng in the back, his original intention was to use his strength to regain the weapon, and he did not intend to injure the enemy. After all, even the iron and iron judge's pen could not break through the opponent's defense, let alone fists and kicks.

Unexpectedly, a burst of gray air erupted in the soles of the feet, and went up along the trouser legs.

Accompanied by a muffled groan.

Peng Lianhu fell down, rolling on the ground holding his right leg with a face full of pain.

Chu Pingsheng didn't even look behind him. He held the Iron Judge pen in his hand, opened his bow from left to right, and used it as a javelin to shoot at Master Lingzhi.

Clang, Clang.

The monk waved his copper cymbal to block the attack. Although he blocked the flying objects, his hands were sore from the shock and blood oozed from the tiger's mouth.

What is the origin of that boy? He has practiced Kung Fu all over the body and is invulnerable to weapons and fists. He actually has the power of a bullfight. He can't fight in this fight.

While Master Lingzhi was thinking about it, Chu Pingsheng suddenly clapped his palm.

If you continue to fight like this head-on, sooner or later the copper cymbal will be taken away by him like Peng Lianhu's Iron Judge Pen. When your spiritual wisdom and people's hearts are turned upside down, are you the only one who knows how to use poison? This great lama knows how to do it, so he throws away the cymbal, uses the iron sand palm for which he is famous, and points it hard with the little finger of his index finger pointing outward and the middle finger of his ring finger pointing in.

The two palms met and they fell into a stalemate.

Master Lingzhi opened his eyes and bared his teeth, furiously stimulating his internal energy.

Chu Pingsheng turned his head and glanced: "You have learned a lot. What is this? A very six plus seven? Or is it the love of Kato Taka?"

Master Lingzhi almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Very six plus seven? Kato Taka's love?
This is the wrathful seal of our Tantra!

And he was confused because he couldn't even open his mouth. How could the scholar in blue robe still have the energy to joke?

How did he know that Chu Pingsheng didn't understand internal strength at all, and his defensive power came from the [Mahayana Bliss Demonic Body]. Not to mention joking during the confrontation, he could drive a Ferrari without any problem.

"You should have it cut off too."

Chu Pingsheng noticed something strange behind him, released the remaining poison in his body, forced Master Lingzhi back, and turned to look at Yang Kang.

Guo Jing was lying in the corner of the ring, breathing heavily with pain on his face.

There was a graceful and luxurious woman beside Yang Kang, who kept calling "Kang'er". Liang Ziweng, an old ginseng fairy who was proficient in medical skills, was holding a bunch of jade bottles in his hands, with a troubled face, as if he didn't know what to feed the young prince. to relieve pain.

Yang Tiexin, who was injured by Master Lingzhi, walked forward with heavy steps with the support of Mu Nianci, murmuring: "Xi Ruo, is it you?"

Chu Pingsheng shook his head, the original plot... collapsed.

(End of this chapter)