Jian Beiyuan looked coldly and said with a smile: "Why, I gave you the antidote, and you still dare not take it? If you don't take it, I will feed you."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pulled. Liu Wufeng and others felt a pain in their shoulders, and a force that seemed to be there but not yet came through their bodies. Although the five people were connected by a line, they were pinched between the palms of their hands by this force.

Originally, the five people were connected with the same Qi, and each of their techniques had their own lineage. They had cooperated with each other for decades, and they had already reached the state of spiritual communication. After Sun Qingyan taught him the wonderful skills of formation formation in the desert, the coordination of the Five Elements Kung Fu became even more mysterious.

Test.

But under Jian Beiyuan's attack, the strength seemed to be insubstantial. However, every time the five people tried to secretly connect the Five Elements Formation to merge into one, it was as if they were separated by a weak and boneless barrier. Although they were close at hand, they could never gather together.

At a certain point, it was extremely difficult not to say how to break free from the thread to survive, but even to stand still. In an instant, they crowded into a group and rushed forward.

Jian Beiyuan's left hand flicked, and the five of them felt their throats being pinched gently. Their jaws no longer had any strength left, and they slumped open. Jian Beiyuan got excited about playing, divided a large piece of earwax into five parts, and threw them away one by one.

into a population of five.

"Ah, this black-faced man doesn't even have a tongue!" Jian Beiyuan threw the last piece of dirt into Kui Wuding's mouth. Seeing that his mouth was full of scars and his tongue had long been severed, he couldn't help shouting with a look of disgust on his face.

Voice.

"That man doesn't have a tongue!" Although Meng Xueqing stood far away, Jian Beiyuan's shout was full of energy and she was also surprised. But Mo Zhi curled his lips, knowing in his heart that Kui Wuding's tongue was severed at the same place.

Sun Qingyan was under a hidden weapon, but at this moment, thinking of Sun Qingyan, Lin Konghun and others, waves of longing filled his heart.

He returned from the desert at that time, knowing that his time was short and the rest of his life would be miserable. Apart from being sad in his heart, he knew that if he returned to everyone, his relatives and friends would have to go through many troubles for him and look for some folk medicine.

, perhaps even Master Yong Shaoyu, who is thousands of miles away, is worried about it.

After the tragedy happened in his family, he consciously avoided disturbing others too much, and never became a burden to others. With this in mind, he found the thin yellow horse alone, rode alone, and returned thousands of miles south.

, never meet with others again.

However, it was always difficult for the three mystical skills to coexist in his body. He was suffering from colic and cramping at the Sancai acupuncture point every day. Although the toxicity of the medicine Huang Zhenheng had prepared was not violent, it was attracted by the three mystical skills to the Sancai acupoint. The poison lingered for a long time.

His body was inevitably withering and decadent. He knew that he did not know how many days he had left in his life. He was alone and heartbroken along the way. He went through wind and rain, mountains and rivers, and his clothes were ragged, but he was not unhappy. He had a full head of hair and a face of stubble, until today.

Such a beggar-like appearance.

"Little beggar!"

Mo Zhi was suddenly startled when he saw a big fat face standing in front of him, looking him up and down. It was Jian Beiyuan. He didn't know when he came near. He walked briskly, but he didn't even hear him.

But he saw a pair of big dark eyes, and although he had silver hair, he was sparkling with curiosity and childishness. Jian Beiyuan looked at Mo Zhi up and down, and said with a smile: "Miss Qing, you really know how to joke, this is obviously

A little beggar, who comes from the northwest? He is not fun."

Mo Zhi took a few steps back and dodged his face, but Jian Beiyuan couldn't help but said "oh" when he saw his retreating steps. He followed a few steps and then dodged in front of Mo Zhi. He blew with his big mouth and his silver whiskers flew.

, the turbid air in his mouth was warm and he blew the ink all over his face.

Mo Zhi frowned, exerted force on his feet, and took a few steps back. Jian Beiyuan didn't know what the secret was. He just laughed. Every time Mo Zhi used his footwork, he would dodge beside him, either in front of him or behind him. To the left or right, Mo Zhi first used the footwork learned by Yu Xuanzong. His steps were straight and steady, and he retreated and dodged continuously. Jian Beiyuan was ahead of him, blocking the way. After going back and forth, Mo Zhi suddenly felt blessed, and said secretly: " This old naughty boy is deliberately watching my footwork. Since Yu Xuanzong's light kung fu cannot defeat you, you must have never seen Uncle Shen's kung fu."

Immediately, his legs moved apart, his left foot stepped forward and his right foot stepped back. His body swayed back and forth. Jian Beiyuan was shaken by him and his body moved slightly. However, his skill was so profound that he was only shocked for a moment and immediately followed him. Stop drawing circles with both feet, turn around, walk fourteen steps to the left, and step back seven steps to the right. The footwork taught by Shen Muchuan coincides with the technique of the Big Dipper, but it is his unique idea. He only needs to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. If you are in the Tianshu star position, you will naturally have no worries.

Jian Beiyuan chased for a few steps, but saw Mo Zhi's body bowing forward and backward, retreating and advancing in an unpredictable manner. He couldn't help but feel childlike in his heart, and had to catch the young man in front of him. Immediately, his steps became more and more urgent. At first he only caught with one hand, chased for a few steps, and then used both hands to explore together. After all, his skill was far superior to Mo Zhi's. His palm strikes were swift and fierce, and the wind from his palms blew horizontally. There were shadows of his palms within a few feet, and Mo Zhi couldn't stand them. He dodged away, feeling an unbearable suffocation in his chest, and a stagnant air rushed in his chest. Suddenly Jian Beiyuan burst into laughter, and first stepped forward, then moved to the left, stepping on the Tianquan position.

Mo Zhi frowned. It turned out that with this set of footwork, the stars coincided with each other, and he was firmly in the position of Tianshu. Naturally, there was no danger. However, among the seven stars of the Big Dipper, the Tianquan star was the dimmest, but it was the leader and had the most impact. , be careful not to be controlled by the enemy. Although Tianshu is in the leading position during the introduction, he is really in danger. Although Jian Beiyuan is very skilled in martial arts, he knows nothing about the art of astrology. This step is all random guessing, but Mo Zhi was startled in his heart. He quickly abandoned his body and leaped to stand in the direction of Yuheng. This change of stars occurred in his mind in an instant, but in the eyes of his opponent, the changes were mysterious and unpredictable, and the reality and reality were like abyss. There are no rules. Even with Jian Beiyuan's cultivation level, when he suddenly saw Mo Zhi's body changing position, he couldn't help but twitch his forehead, waved his hands, and shouted: "I'm not playing, I'm not playing! This guy is a master, not a little beggar!" "

Meng Xueqing saw the two people suddenly jumping up and down while they were talking. She thought that the two of them were just chasing each other, but after watching a few advances and retreats, she found that the Qinggong and body techniques performed by the two of them were all top-notch in the world, especially Mo Zhi. Wearing shabby clothes, he turned out to be so nimble when performing Qing Kung Fu. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother, it seems you really know Kung Fu!"

Jian Beiyuan had a displeased look on his face. He had never lost his childlike innocence and wanted to compete with others in everything. He had captured the young master of the Five Elements earlier just to watch the five men live in the fish and meat village. However, each of them was not weak in martial arts. He would kill the five on a whim. The man was caught back in an instant, and when he got tired of playing, he hurried away. Seeing that this young man was very accomplished in martial arts, he became more interested in giving it a try, but he didn't want to stumble. He said with a sad face: "You are from Yuxuanzong. Baby, Yu Xuanzong is so stingy when it comes to things, when did he develop such a powerful Qing Gong?"

Mo Zhi smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, I understand my fault. I didn't intend to hide it. It's just that I'm dying soon and I don't want to reveal my master's martial arts anymore, so I didn't reveal it in advance."

Jian Beiyuan waved his hand, with a look of impatience on his face: "Senior and junior, you are annoying with your formality. If you win in Qinggong, you will win, but I don't believe you have any weight in fists and kicks. How many more fists and kicks can you compete with me?"

Come!"

At this moment, his mind was full of competition, and all he could think about was to compete with Mo Zhi to get better and better, so that he could bring back the shame of defeat. In fact, neither Mo Zhi nor Meng Xueqing knew that there was a winner or loser.

, there is no such thing as victory or defeat? But when Jian Beiyuan's mind came to this point, he could not hear anything else. He even ignored Mo Zhi's words that his fate would be over soon. He laughed and shouted, "Take the move."

”, he arrived quickly.

Mo Zhi felt that a strong wind suddenly came over his body, and suddenly a chill came from all around for unknown reasons. The wind in Jianbeiyuan's palm was swift and majestic, like a late winter wind, pressing down heavily on his head. When Meng Xueqing saw it, she couldn't help but turn pale with fright.

, quickly shouted: "Elder Jian, no!"

Jian Beiyuan's palm force had reached, and he was planning to compete with Mo Zhi, but when he heard Meng Xueqing shouting, there was a slight pause in the air, his palm force touched the tip of Mo Zhi's nose, and he withdrew it. Mo Zhi only felt the cold air in front of his eyes.

It was all gone in an instant, and I already knew that although the power of this person's palm was extremely heavy, it could be withdrawn immediately, moving like an avalanche, and closing like nothing. There are only a few experts in the world who can reach this state. The towering Hanye Valley is indeed worthy of its reputation.

.

But even so, the palm force swept across his chest. Mo Zhi shuddered, and a sharp pain hit him. He immediately squatted down, a sweet feeling in his throat, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah!" Jian Beiyuan was shocked when he saw it. "The old man didn't hit you. Don't try to blackmail me. If I'm cornered, I'll lie here. If you don't have three to five thousand taels of silver, don't even think about leaving!"

Meng Xueqing caught up with him in a few steps, put her hand on Mo Zhimai, and said angrily: "Elder Jian! This big brother is seriously injured. It's too much for you to attack him for a while, how can you still fight?

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Jian Beiyuan muttered: "He is so good at Qinggong, how could he still be injured? Who can catch him..."

But he saw that his boss was alone. He was like a child who had done something wrong. He walked closer and grabbed Mo Zhi's pulse gate. Although it was only for a moment, his eyes widened and he lifted Mo Zhi's wrist.

He went and dragged Meng Xueqing to his side. His eyes were filled with hostility. The naughty boy who just now no longer looked like a naughty boy, but now he seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

"Who are you exactly? How do you know the inner skills of the devil? Are you the descendant of the old man Tianjie?"

Mo Zhi's face was pale, and his whole body was in severe pain. He stood up, smiled bitterly, and said: "Do you think I look like someone from the devil's path... How many years has it been since the death of the old man Tianjie?

I’ve never seen a grave…”

Jian Beiyuan whispered to Meng Xueqing: "This kid is not easy, I will try again, but Miss Qing must not come near."

Meng Xueqing rolled her eyes and felt helpless for a moment.

Jian Beiyuan walked carefully to Mo Zhi's side, grabbed his wrist and pressed it on, his expression softened, and he said with a smile: "The old man made a mistake, this is the authentic method of Xixia Magic Technique..."
Chapter completed!