Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 9
Zu Qianqiu looked at Mo Yuan with suspicious eyes. This young man may not look very big, but he followed him from Luoyang City until he was discovered by himself. His skill is by no means trivial.

"Is it Mo Yuan? I ask myself that I have never had any grievances with the Huashan faction. Your Excellency came here, but I don't know why?" Nazu Qianqiu asked.

Mo Yuan smiled again, and said: "Mr. Mo heard that the ancestor of the Yellow River in Kaifeng is famous. Mo Mou just came out of the rivers and lakes. Now that he met Mr. Zu, he wanted to ask Mr. Zu for advice."

"Are you new to the rivers and lakes?"

Hearing this, Zu Qianqiu frowned tightly, and he said: "Since this is the case, why do you have to make things difficult for me? Forging hatred with me for no reason is not what people in the world do."

The older the world is, the less courageous he is. Although Zu Qianqiu thinks he is good at kung fu, he is not willing to offend this young man who doesn't know how deep he is. It is not advisable to make extravagant branches.

"It's not that I and Mr. Zu are in a difficult situation, it's just a temporary itch."

Seeing Zu Qianqiu's chatter, Mo Yuan thrust his long sword into the ground, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Mo is a junior, so he will make the first move. Mr. Zu, please!"

The voice was not sure, he rushed forward with a stride, his inner strength was deep, the two of them saw the distance of four or five feet passing by, raised their fists, and smashed towards Zu Qianqiu head-on.

Bad luck bad luck!

When Zu Qianqiu saw this punch, he immediately cursed inwardly.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is one. Before the fist arrives, a tyrannical wind blows towards him, forcing Zu Qianqiu to hardly breathe. He still doesn't know that he has met a master.

But after all, it was Lao Jianghu, but he took a long breath, twisted his hands, and tried to grab Mo Yuan's hand and release the fist force.

Who would have imagined that as soon as he grasped Mo Yuan's arm with both hands, Mo Yuan shook his fist, and a powerful internal force immediately surged out of his arm, causing Zu Qianqiu to "kick, kick, kick" four or five steps back, his face flushed. .

Seeing this, Mo Yuan didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zu, please do your best. If you hold back, you will be injured later. No wonder Mo is here."

He only used [-]% of his strength for this punch, and Zu Qianqiu couldn't even catch it.

Zu Qianqiu let out a long breath, and spit out a continuous stream of white air from his nose, which showed his extremely brilliant internal strength.

After exhaling, the flush on his face disappeared, and he looked at Mo Yuan solemnly and said, "Your Excellency is young and full of kung fu, but he is no longer inferior to Zu. It's ridiculous that Zu Mou is ignorant, and he didn't know about it until now."

"Mr. Zu, that's ridiculous." Mo Yuan smiled lightly, and stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was waiting for Zu Qianqiu to strike first.

Poor Zu Qianqiu is in his early fifties this year, how can he stand the provocation of the younger generation, only to see his sleeves shake, and a stainless steel folding fan appeared.

With a sound of 'crash', the folding fan opened, and the top of each fan bone shone with a gloomy cold light. It was an unsealed strange weapon.

"watch out!"

Zu Qianqiu yelled angrily, and the stainless steel folding fan in his hand made four illusions under the sunlight, and they attacked Mo Yuan from different directions, and it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Hahaha, it's good to come!"

Seeing such an exquisite skill, Mo Yuan laughed loudly, driving Hunyuan energy to his arms, a pair of fists faintly showing a jade-white color, he punched out, and took Zu Qianqiu's head straight.

this kid!
The corner of Zu Qianqiu's mouth twitched, he had learned the strength of this punch just now, if he had to be serious, his forehead would not be a rotten watermelon, he didn't want to die together...

With this in mind, he didn't care about attacking Mo Yuan, and gathered four fine steel folding fans together, facing Mo Yuan straightly.

when!
The extremely sharp folding fan collided with the fist, making a loud noise, but Mo Yuan's fist was unscathed, but Zu Qianqiu's mouth overflowed with blood, which was shockingly injured by Mo Yuan's fist strength up.

"This is... this is the Huashan Broken Jade Fist?!" Zu Qianqiu looked at Mo Yuan's white jade-colored fist and asked in disbelief.

"Mr. Zu has good eyesight." Mo Yuan nodded.

"Five Mountains Sword School, Five Mountains Sword School, Huashan has such a boxing technique, what kind of sword school is it..." Zu Qianqiu murmured.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has seen most of the martial arts of various schools and schools. He has heard of the reputation of Huashan Jiugong, but in the past he only thought that Huashan Jiugong was all made up, and the real strength of Huashan is swordsmanship. Who would have expected to see it today, it was a big mistake!
In fact, he was not to blame for this, no one left the Huashan sect masters dead, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze seldom went down the mountain, people in Jianghu had the impression that Huashan only had sword skills.

In fact, the Broken Jade Fist alone is not so powerful. It can't resist the sharp stainless steel folding fan at all, but it is the Hunyuan Kungfu cultivated by Mo Yuan. Only the folding fan and the broken jade fist can open mountains and crack rocks, and there is no disadvantage in everything.

"I once heard that Uncle Liu Zhengfeng and Uncle Liu of the Hengshan Sword School defeated five wild geese with one strike. It's really a superb swordsmanship. Mr. Zu split into four, but he didn't give in too much." Mo Yuan praised.

"No, I'm still no match for your fist." Zu Qianqiu shook his head and smiled wryly. That move just now was already his best ability to suppress the bottom of the box. Unexpectedly, this kid would not dodge or evade, and wanted to die with him.

But he didn't know that Hunyuan Kungfu has the effect of protecting the body. Mo Yuan was beaten by iron rods every day since he was a child, and there was no rest in the cold and heat. At this level, ordinary swords can't pierce his body. Dare not dodge or dodge, only attack but not defend.

"Mr. Zu, let's do it again." Mo Yuan raised his hand and said, only these two punches were enough for him.

"Again? I've given up, I've given up..." Zu Qianqiu said in a panic, he was slightly injured by the punch just now, and if he continued to fight, it would definitely be useless.

"Mr. Zu was just joking. You are a senior. You are a senior with extraordinary skills. If you don't show them enough, Mo still wants to learn more!" As he spoke, Mo Yuan had already bullied him, punching him again and again.

In desperation, Zu Qianqiu had no choice but to wave a steel fan to meet the enemy, but he learned how to be clever, but this time he didn't fight head-on, but used all kinds of small techniques to walk around Mo Yuan and fight.

Mo Yuan didn't care too much, he was just looking for someone to learn skills, so as to know his own shortcomings, Zu Qianqiu's wandering was in line with his wishes, he didn't hold back his hands now, and shot with all his fists and palms, the mighty fists blowing all over the world Ten or so feet are full of dust and fallen leaves.

The more powerful his fist was, the more miserable Zu Qianqiu was. Although he didn't catch it hard, the strong wind from that fist forced his chest to feel tight and it was difficult to breathe.

One punch after another, even if he is a world-class master, he can't hold his breath...

The more Mo Yuan fought, the more hesitant he was, and the more he fought, the more hearty he was. Usually, he would not dare to be so rude to Yue Buqun when he was on the mountain. The two of them usually only exchanged boxing skills, not internal strength.

Dozens of moves passed in a blink of an eye, Mo Yuan's fist surged up, and suddenly he roared to the sky, like a tiger roaring and a dragon chant, and punched the ground fiercely.

There was a loud bang, and there was a large pit with a radius of one and a half feet on the ground, and there were dense cracks in the vicinity of the big pit for more than ten feet.

As for Zu Qianqiu, he was already forced to fly out by the fist.

"Hahahahaha, Mr. Zu, thank you for practicing boxing with someone Mo." Mo Yuan laughed loudly at Zu Qianqiu, who was pale in the distance.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of tearing cloth, and all the clothes on his upper body turned into pieces and fell to the ground, revealing a whole body of strong muscles, but it was too much force. The reason it exploded.

Mo Yuan's smile suddenly froze in the air, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously...

(End of this chapter)