Chapter 59

"I'm afraid the master of the blood knife sect is exaggerating. Is that young man Xiao Feng or Zhang Wuji?" Hong Antong, with a smile, was obviously incredulous.

Yuan Chengzhi also had a faint smile in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan school, Golden Snake Lang Jun, and iron sword sect, and formed his own school. Although martial arts are not the world, he asked himself, "according to our many investigations, trinket seems to be separated from the army. Now it should be in the territory of Gusu in the state of song. We are ambushing on his way back to Yanjing, Yangzhou!" As soon as the big four decided to join hands, they soon began to plan.

"We have to let him stay in Yangzhou for a while before we have enough time to collect the net."

"What's Trinket's weakness?"

"Lust, gambling and money."

"Yangzhou has always been a place for fireworks. You might as well use beauty as bait..."

"But Trinket is a great official in the Qing Dynasty. He has never seen anything extraordinary. I'm afraid he doesn't like the common vulgar powder."

"My wife can barely be called a beautiful lady. Originally, she was a suitable candidate. It's a pity that the thief has seen her. It's not good for him to be suspicious in advance."

"It's a pity that Madame Hong's fame has spread far and wide. It's a pity."

A group of men are looking at each other, worried about the bait. At this time, the big tent is lifted, and a beautiful young woman comes in. Although she is not old, her hair has been set up. At first glance, she is a woman. "Brother yuan, how many guests have you heard?"

Several people look at each other one after another, and they say in their heart: it doesn't take any effort to find a place without breaking iron shoes!

Yuan Chengzhi is full of black lines: Qingqing, you don't come in early or late, just at this time.

Who knows when Xia Qingqing heard the plan of several people, she was very excited: "have fun! Let me go. I don't believe that the Yellow haired boy of Trinket doesn't bow down to my aunt... Lady's skirt. "

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Looking back at the contest between Song Qingshu and Jiu Mozhi, Jiu Mozhi didn't pay attention to song Qingshu, but they confronted each other from a distance. Jiu Mozhi soon realized his mistake. He was a great master, which was not inferior to himself.

Song Qingshu knew that the other side was afraid of face and refused to fight first, so he made a move to subdue the dragon with 18 palms. His palms were clapped alternately, and his palms were all over the sky.

"Eighteen dragon subduing palms?" Jiumozhi was very knowledgeable. He recognized song Qingshu's martial arts skills at a glance. He was puzzled in his heart. "Just heard what those women said, he seems to be surnamed song, so he must not be Qiao Feng and Guo Jing, but he has never heard of any experts of the beggars' sect's younger generation."

Happy to see the hunting, jiumozhi used one of Shaolin's 72 unique skills, Prajna palm, to meet him. They exchanged fists and palms and fought with each other for dozens of moves. One is the most powerful palm in the world, and the other is the highest and most profound palm in Shaolin Temple. It is really a good match.

It's a pity that song Qingshu has not been able to get a glimpse of the 18 dragon subduing palms. Therefore, it's only seven or eight points of power to play them. Jiu Mozhi also played Prajna palms by dexterity. He only has the shape, but not the spirit. Therefore, the two halflings can fight for such a long time.

If it is Xiao Feng or Guo Jing who makes the 18 dragon subduing palms at the moment, jiumozhi will be defeated if he only uses Prajna palms to meet the enemy; In the same way, Prajna palm is made by the sweeping monk, and song Qingshu's eighteen dragon subduing palms can't stop ten moves.

Even so, their moves are exquisite. The tables and chairs around them are swept away by the power of their hands. They are all broken. Two men and three women are smacking at one side.

"How can I deal with the loss of these people in the Wulin?" When the boss went upstairs to see the mess, he couldn't help crying.

"Shut up and don't disturb grandpa's interest in watching." Trinket was looking forward to it. He threw a silver note to his boss. "It's time to compensate for your loss. Don't say it's not enough!"

"Enough, enough. I'll make you a pot of tea." See the amount of money, the boss immediately smile, ran down.

Being interrupted by this, they took the opportunity to separate. Jiumozhi looked at Song Qingshu in amazement: "Mr. Song is the most accomplished martial arts monk I have ever met since I entered the Central Plains."

"It takes 34 years for Shaolin Temple Prajna palm to become a little successful. This fan monk must have learned it for only a few years. It's really puzzling that he can practice so much." Wang Yuyan murmured to herself, bowed her head and fell into bitter thinking, which made her confused.

"The king of the Ming Dynasty is really gorgeous. One year of practice is worth ten years of Shaolin monks!" Song Qingshu said with sincere admiration that although she knew that the other party was motivated by Xiao Wuxiang, it was just a flattery, and it would not kill her to say it.

Although he was an eminent monk, he could not see through the fame and wealth of his martial arts. When he heard his opponent's praise, although he felt guilty, he showed a faint smile on his face and gave a default.

However, song Qingshu was surprised when he saw his smile. He quickly dodged to one side. When everyone saw that song Qingshu's position had left several deep holes. If he didn't hide, he would be seriously injured at the moment.

"It's easy to avoid the poor monk's fingers, which shows that the master has profound Buddhist knowledge. Ordinary people don't know the essence of the Buddha's hand picking flowers to show to the public and the Buddha's smile. Naturally, they don't realize the timing of hand picking flowers..." jiumozhi slowly takes back his fingers one by one, and appreciates the young man in front of him more and more.

"It's not polite to come but not to go. Please accept it." Song Qing's writing color was suddenly full of hostility. He turned his palm into a claw and attacked fiercely.

When Trinket saw that the marble upstairs had left several deep holes under song Qingshu's grasp, he couldn't help shouting: "brother song is great!"

But Wang Yuyan frowned and said nothing. After watching more than ten moves, she sighed softly: "although Jiuyin divine claw is extremely powerful, it seems that song Gongzi has not achieved great success. Now he is driven by martial arts. In the long run, I'm afraid it's inevitable that he will be possessed."

Hearing his soft voice, Duan Yu couldn't help but be crazy. In his heart, the competition between the two smelly men in the field can't compare with staring at Miss Wang.

Mu Wanqing had half of his mind on him, and immediately found that Duan Yu was still haunted. His heart was blocked and he focused on the situation.

Sure enough, when song Qingshu's spirit was exhausted, jiumozhi used the Shaolin dragon's claw hand to claw, which forced song Qingshu to retreat for several feet.

Jiumozhi said with a faint smile: "I'm very curious about the wooden sword on Mr. Song's back. Over the past few months, I've been traveling eastward, and I've seen many wonderful sword techniques in the Central Plains. For example, Mr. Duan's six pulse magic sword is one of the best sword techniques in the world... But I've never seen anyone use wooden sword... Does Mr. Song think it's not worth your sword?"

"I heard that King Ming's unique skill is" flame knife ". I wonder if I have the honor to learn it." Song Qingshu pulled out the wooden sword and attacked it with a lethal three immortal sword.

"Good sword technique!" Jiumozhi secretly praised, luck in the palm, flat push out.

Trinket saw one of them dancing his sword in the air, and the other repeatedly splitting his hands at the enemy several feet apart. Trinket felt dull. He scratched his head and ears, moved in his heart, and said with a smile to Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, do you know what they are playing?"