Since Mo Zhi asked that although the people he met had masters since he practiced martial arts, he often had a surprise at the moment and never fell to the point of no return. However, at this moment, the sword body was faintly exposed, and the white frost fainted, and the blood was transmitted through the hilt of the sword, and it trembled all over. The cold sword fingers had already pointed toward his throat in an instant. Mo Zhi had no time to care about what he said. This time, he was completely convinced by his body reaction, lying down and avoided the sword fingers.

Just avoid it, and he still felt a sharp cold light passing by his lower jaw, causing a burst of pain. Mo Zhi jumped away. Before he could stand still, Leng Can't stand aside, and his withered face suddenly came to him. Mo Zhi saw his eyebrows and eyes were full of power. Although he was still half open and half closed, two rays of light were blooming. Mo Zhi felt cold in his heart and did not dare to look at each other. He exerted his strength and jumped away again. He said in his heart: "Just keep a distance from this old man, even if he can't win with the skill of fighting back to the dust, he will not be defeated!"

He thought in his heart, and his feet were on the ground, but his body had not yet left the ground, but his shoulder suddenly fell like the pressure of a mountain and the flood was pouring backwards. He saw Leng Jian's face as cold iron. After one hand, he pressed his shoulder lightly with his other hand, and his face remained the same as usual, but Mo Zhi was already as heavy as a burden. Not to mention that he was moving on his body, he could not even stand up straight.

"Shen Muchuan's light skills were amazing back then. How could he pass it to you even if I can't escape this palm?"

Leng Can smiled calmly, but the force on his palm was as strong as a moment. There was no part of Mo Zhi's internal force in his body that could resist. His face immediately turned into white paper, his head was sweating, and his legs gradually fell down under the pressure.

"How, this move of 'Frost Falling Technique' is something I have been practicing hard for thirty years. Can you see it at a glance?" Leng Can's palm power continued to increase, and Mo Zhi's shoulder felt that the force was pouring through the bones, and it was cold and hard to hold it. The sweat on his forehead almost turned into ice crystals. Leng Can said lightly, "If you can't bear this thousand-pound force, just kneel down. When Shen Muchuan defeated my Han Yegu's kung fu, you would kneel down for him today and shout, 'Shen Muchuan's kung fu is worse than three-point kung fu'. I will withdraw my strength and let go."

The Frost Frost Frost is an extremely subtle and mysterious skill in Hanye Valley. The strength lies in the internal strength. You need to use the cold energy of the whole body to condense the internal strength of a palm. The force of the result is penetrated from all directions, and it will fall like frost and snow. Although it seems invisible, it will reach everything. It accumulates a small amount and gathers at a little bit, and suddenly there will be a heavy avalanche.

"Uncle Leng!" Meng Xueqing was anxious to see it. At this moment, she heard Leng Can's sudden reticence. No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't help but say in surprise, "How could you do this..."

Zong Zhengqing saw the white frost air constantly emanating from Leng Can's palm, and knew that he had developed extremely skilled internal skills. Leng Can's cultivation was more focused than Jian Beiyuan's naughty child-like character. After decades, he had accumulated thousands of miles of steps. Looking at the entire Hanye Valley, except for his master Meng Yuanqiu, the skills of the Leng Elder in front of him were the most terrifying. If Leng Can's fight nostalgia at this moment, he crushed Mo Zhi's shoulder with one palm. Just thinking about it, he realized that he was afraid and hurriedly said: "Uncle Leng shows mercy, Young Master Mo saved us after all."

"Save you?" Leng Can's long beard floated and his white eyebrows were flying. At this moment, his eyes were slightly opened, revealing a pair of turbid eyes, showing a slight anger. "Shen Muchuan hurt your heart veins with a sword back then, and your cultivation level was regressed for several years. Do you think that a child can save you from one another? Boy, are you crying? Is Shen Muchuan's kung fu inferior to Shen Muchuan's kung fu?"

Mo Zhi's shoulder was full of power, and he felt that the power between Leng Can's palms was endless, rolling, as if he could not see the river water at the source, sometimes surging and sometimes flowing, rushing and wandering between his meridians. He slowly raised his head. At this moment, he bit his lips tightly, biting his lips, and oozing a little blood. Not to mention shouting, even if he opened his mouth and exhaled, he needed to be careful, for fear that one breath would be different, and his skills would suddenly move in. Jie Shi was afraid that he would suddenly turn into a broken bone-breaking skin.

"What a boy," Leng Can still pressed his shoulder with one hand, and his words came into his ears coldly. "Just shout a word, the pain of coldness around the body will be relieved in an instant."

Mo Zhi was so painful that his whole body was trembling, but he had always been stubborn and strong. If the situation was forced, he might not choose to compromise. But at this moment, Leng Can was so threatening that he didn't want to be fully satisfied. He said in his heart, "Anyway, he will die, what's the point of fear?"

He immediately breathed in his chest and his body stood up straight again. At this moment, he could not exert internal strength in his body. He simply used his physical strength to shake the secret of Hanye Valley's internal strength. He could only hear the sound of bones clattering, as if they were about to break. Even Leng Can couldn't help but look at him slightly: "Good boy, Miss Qing said you have a tough temper. It's really a bit of meaning, but don't underestimate me. I only used two success powers to achieve the Frost Frost Technique just now."

"Uncle Leng, you and I have agreed that you can't try each other with internal strength. You..." Meng Xueqing was so anxious that she was about to strode forward, but she was suddenly pressed down by Jian Beiyuan. She stared at the sideways and saw that Jian Beiyuan's round face did not show any smile at all. She just looked at the two people in the field and shook her head heavily.

"Kneel down!"

Leng Can shouted loudly, and the force on his palm increased a little more. Mo Zhi's face turned pale, and blood spurted out of his mouth. At this moment, the coldness in his body turned into mottled blood-colored ice. His body could no longer support him, so he knelt down. But when his knees were on the ground, he gritted his teeth. The force was so strong that even the tip of his tongue was bitten to the point of blood. At the same time, the iron horse slammed and then stabilized his body.

Seeing him like this, Leng Can smiled a little and said, "You have no internal strength and can compete with my Frost Frost Mastery at this moment. It's hard for you. Just shout, "Shen Muchuan's Kung Fu is not as good as a pig or dog." How about I healing you?"

Mo Zhi was already shaking his sieve, but he still raised his head, looked at Leng Can with his eyes tightly, and his mouth was covered with blood, and he said word by word: "Shen Muchuan's kung fu is invincible!"

After he finished speaking, he was already trying his best to speak. When he spoke, most of the breath in his body had dissipated. Then a cold current pierced into his body. Mo Zhi felt the darkness in front of him, and he was almost fainting. But suddenly, the pressure on his shoulder suddenly disappeared, and then he felt a relaxing feeling in his body, and the meridians seemed to be opened again, which was extremely comfortable.

"Old guy, you have to pretend to be a villain when doing good deeds!"

Jian Beiyuan smiled and shook his hand and walked towards the main hall.

Meng Xueqing didn't care much, so she ran up a few steps and held Mo Zhi. When Fang Yi took over, she felt that Mo Zhi's whole body seemed to be burning with fire, her face turned red, and there were still steam emitting from her neck, as if the battle just now was not a heavy blow from the cold force, but instead she was in the flames and walked away.

"Brother Mo, how do you feel..."

Mo Zhi smiled faintly, stood up, bowed to Leng Canzheng, and said, "Senior, great master, I am the only one who speaks indecently. I hope you can forgive me."

Leng Can held his hands behind his back, and there was no emotion in his words: "Thank me for what, I just used to do the Frost Frost to make you survive in the death. If you change the cord, how could you withstand such pressure? If you can survive my palm, you can hold on for a while."

Zong Zhengqing wiped off the sweat from his forehead and smiled: "It turns out that Uncle Leng used the power of the Frost Frost Frost to dissolve the stagnation and blood in Mo Zhi meridians. Since that's the case, Uncle Leng said it would be fine. Just now, you stared at your eyes and wanted to put Mo Zhi to death."

Leng Can turned around and said angrily: "I am naturally angry and glaring at me. You have been with me for the longest time. Why can't I even see my intention to use the Frost Frost Frost? I think you really lack discipline. Today you will add eight hundred more sword swings!"

Although Mo Zhi was comfortable at this moment, he was exhausted and could not even speak. He almost fell in Meng Xueqing's arms. Leng Can frowned when he saw it, and said, "Miss Qing, teach him to walk back to the room by himself. What are you alone and widowed? You are still a big girl's house, and you are hugging a big guy like this..."

As soon as he said, Meng Xueqing and Mo Zhi each blushed and quickly separated. Meng Xueqing stood up and said, "What are you hugging me...I'm holding Brother Mo... Uncle Leng, you are really saying...I'm not ashamed!"

As he said that, Meng Xueqing had already turned around and ran back to her boudoir, leaving Leng Can with a look of surprise: "She also said that I am not ashamed, and I don't know who is not ashamed. It's really... I really don't understand young people, I don't understand."

He said slowly, waved his sleeves, and his clothes fluttered on Mo Zhi's body. Mo Zhi was led to stand up by an inexplicable force. When he raised his eyes again, Leng Can had already walked a dozen feet away. Zong Zhengqing smiled and said, "Uncle Leng has such a temperament. He is just trying to try you just now, and he wants to stimulate your desire to survive and fight death. Although the Frost Technique is an internal skill, it has the power of internal strength to clear the meridians and qi veins. It is also a great use. This is the first time I have seen this skill in this way. You are really lucky."

Mo Zhi smiled tiredly and said, "I don't know if I should say my life is good or bad. I'm saying I'm good, but I'm always on the verge of dying. I'm saying I'm bad. So many seniors come to help me, but I can't live without hard work."

Zong Zhengqing laughed and said, "You will live here. In a few days, the deep valley stroke will arrive. Jieshi's blade wind is howling, and the master will probably come back. Then let him see your injuries. What's the matter in the world that cannot be overcome?"

The two of them exchanged greetings for a moment, and then went back to their rooms, having a joke in the evening, and having a detailed discussion of their experiences, without mentioning them.

Outside Hanye Valley, a horse stopped, and the horse stepped on the west wind, whistling and neighing. The leader was the prince of the Liwang Mansion, Xiahou Shuo, and the following was his younger brother Xiahou Chong. The two of them brought only a few followers, looking at Lenghongpu from afar. The autumn water was calm. Xiahou Shuo said in a deep voice: "Dad wants to show his grand plan, and he must win the hearts of the people in the north. The one who wins the hearts of the people in the north now is the Meng family in Hanye Valley. If you really have a heart for his maid, it will be in line with your father's wishes. But if I go to propose marriage, you will also be involved in your own affairs. Regardless of success or failure, you cannot be exempted from liability."

Xiahou Chong looked up at the Prime Minister and smiled and said, "That girl is interesting. I like it. No matter what Dad wants to do, I can only respect it. Our family has to stay in this ice and snow for a hundred years. Could it be that we have to stay for another hundred years? The Central Plains are vast, and we should be the ruler of our royal palace."

Xiahou Shuo smiled and said, "If you have this heart, I will feel at ease. Since that's the case, we will enter the valley in the past few days."
Chapter completed!