Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 71: Friends are hard to find

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Yuemanping Lake, the drizzle is slightly misty, no moonlight is seen, only the moonlight spreads all over the world.

On the water, there are countless fine, tiny ripples, swaying the moonlight, and the cold wind hits the face with the rain silk, bringing a cold and fresh feeling. On the Chen Ang independent light boat, looking at the lake and water leisurely, the face is quiet and undisturbed.

Behind him is Murongbo, who is out of awkward look, looking somber and dignified.

"If I read correctly, your Excellency just used it, but my Murong family's junior index?"

Chen Ang flicked the rain silk gently and turned back: "The martial arts has reached the realm of you and me. The ordinary moves have long been ignored. I have just written about 53 changes. There are indeed 12 kinds of ginseng fingers."

Murong Bo sighed: "Fuer has been practicing **** for twenty years, which is not as good as what you got in March. If I didn't know, I'm afraid I would think you have been immersing in this **** for more than fifty years."

Chen Ang smiled at him and said: "With his fingering, even if he practiced for another hundred years, he would not be my opponent!"

Without the slightest sarcasm in his voice, it was only a plain statement, but Murongbo ’s ears were heard, but it was not a taste. His face changed a bit, and it was cloudy and uncertain. It took a long time to sigh: "Also, Your martial arts are advancing day by day, and you are not much older than Fuer. Even if he wants to reach your current state, it will take 20 years. "

"Twenty years are not enough!"

Chen Ang flicked lightly, the rain silk falling in front of him, a little silver thread was the softest thing in the world, but he was playing with it in his hand like a silver bead. With the power of this bomb, it was shot in vain. Suddenly, the world changed color, and dozens of feet of water between Murong Bo and Chen Ang appeared numerous criss-cross ripples.

The silver thread passed through the splashes and rain on the lake, with a colorless and breathless but deadly force, directly hit Murong Bo's eyebrows. With this blow, the sky's rain silk also drifted toward Murongbo. Among the thousands of silver threads, the only finger of Chen Ang was hidden, which brought deep pressure to Murongbo.

His shock sleeve, like an iron wall, with a strong internal force, hit the water in front of him directly, the water splashed a few meters high, like an overwhelming wave, blocking him in front of him.

Thousands of silver wires were left on the other side of the spray, only a little silver awn, broke through the water, shot in, hit the sleeve of Murongbo ’s waving, and shaken violently, just Even the boat under Murongbo pushed straight away a few feet away.

"Chanhua finger!" Murongbo was horrified. Chen Ang even used rain silk as a chess piece, and entrusted a wisp of fingerstroke. You should know that water is the softest thing in the world. Hidden weapon is unheard of. It is more like a myth that lasing dozens of steps without exhaustion.

He had n’t waited for him to put down his sleeves, and a large piece of chess cloth floated on his chest, revealing the flesh color on his chest. This time Murong Bo could n’t even keep his face, showing a horrified look. It's incredible to be able to hold the finger on the rain, and the Chen Ang has retained the fingerless and colorless, powerful volley.

Making the finger force through Murongbo's cascading magic skill, leaving a mark on the chest.

This martial art can be said to be terrible.

"Twenty years, it really is not enough."

Murong Bo's spirit is strong, his eyes are condensed on his fingers, and he sees an opportunity. One finger points to the silver wire in front of him. A bit of ice freezes the rain wire, and at one point, the ice edge shoots out.

The Chen Ang over there smiled and flicked three times in front of him. A small drop of water, as fast as an arrow, fired quickly, and his strength was strong and unmatched. I am afraid that it will not be inferior to steel. The bones smashed. His rain is sticky like mercury, and does not condense into ice like Murong Bo.

On this point alone, Murong Bo lost first. Although the force of ice is strong, Chen Ang supports the force with invisible things, which is better than his finger ice condensation.

"Your Excellency's Doroye's fingers are overbearingly tight!" Murong Bo waved three times before breaking up three drops of water, and Chen Ang twisted the ice edge at the fingertips with a light copy. Mr. Lao ’s participation is also unrivaled. "

Chen Ang smiled a little, and the wind of ‘Bah’, the ice edge has disappeared, and even Murongbo ca n’t see its shadow anymore. There are countless rain splashes in the sky, Murongbo can hear the dense, rustling sound.

Wan Lai is silent, but there is only a warning sign in his heart that makes him vigilant. There is no basis. Murong Bo pointed in the void, making a loud noise in the air, and dozens of raindrops burst out as if The two forces collided suddenly.

The mist is in the air, and Murongbo's ears are sweaty and trembling: "No finger, you are based on water vapor, take your fingers, admire! Admire!"

The first admiration, Murong Bo was still on the boat at the time of the exit. After the second admiration speech fell, he had fallen into the lake, Murong Bo invaded his sleeves under the surface of the water, and waved a stream of water, toes A little water surface, kicking another water polo ball, it is Shaolin's stunt, like the shadow of the legs, Bodhidharma.

However, the two palm and leg strengths of Murong Bo's full strength were slightly shocked by Chen Ang and burst into the air. Chen Ang five-finger rotation, a little bit of silver wire, or stagnation, or heavy, or It was fast and unmatched, or silent, the martial arts that Murong Bo saw in his life were carried by a little rain, and forced him to be in a state of embarrassment.

You can only use the must-have martial arts, one by one, two people, with the lake surface as the chessboard, the lake water and the rain silk as the pawns, in the moon under the lake, the game is a terrific game, Murong Bo has long forgotten the competition, used The whole body was lifted to deal with this unprecedented strong enemy, and Chen Ang was just forcing his potential.

The subtleties of the martial arts that Murong Bo has studied for many years are quite a bit tasteful. He has practiced Shaolin stunts for more than 20 years and hundreds of martial arts. Chen Ang learning object.

If you say that Chen Ang was originally based on strong martial arts cultivation, it is forcibly controlled, then now, under Murongbo ’s polishing and teaching, these unique skills have a layer of unspeakable taste. The subtlety of the bone marrow reveals from the sway of Chen Ang. The martial arts wisdom in the book collection is chewed carefully to dig out more subtle beauty.

Murong Bo pushed to the extreme, struggling to face the water, he forgot any rules, fit to Chen Ang, right hand a little, it is just the 拈花 指 used by Chen Ang, this is the latent strength, insidious Extremely, in Murongbo's envoy, he was more murderous than any Shaolin monk.

Completely abandoning all compassion and staying behind, and only emphasizing the power of a trick, the dazzling Buddhist martial arts has greatly increased in the hands of Murong Bo, but it has an extra taste of advancing and retreating, killing power Extremely extreme, even the Shaolin monk who created this martial art should live away from it.

Unfortunately, he is facing Chen Ang.

Only Chen Ang can have a smile, and his face is always calm and free, as if he is deeply aware of it. According to the historical legend of Zen, Sakyamuni said at the Lingshan meeting that the golden polo flowers in his hands were displayed to all the people. The people silently said that only the Lord Kaye smiled. This is a finger.

Buddha lifted the flowers and Kaye smiled.

But seeing Chen Ang's finger pointing is extremely soft, every time the left hand pops up, it seems to pop off the exposed beads on the flowers in the right hand, but fears that the petals will fall off. Pain, his body shot out and fell on the lake.

"The flowers bloom, people see me."

This finger is between the phase and the phase, like the epiphany, it is inexplicable, and there is no sound or color, and it has reached the invisible, phaseless, colorless, quality, and everything. Even the abbot of Shaolin can only admire here.

Chen Ang Qu fingers, sitting on the water, with only one lotus leaf against him, gently touching him, the silver filaments in the sky fell one after another, condensing like vitality, with the light rain as the string , The world is like a piano, playing softly.

I saw a piece of silver wire pulled by the Chen Ang finger, a little silent sound, covered in the world, the lake seemed like a huge speaker, and it vibrated slightly. The sound of "Zheng!" spread all over the lake. , Even Wang Yuyan, who was far away from Manduo Mountain, raised his head in doubt and whispered: "Who is playing the piano?"

Chen Ang ’s pupils are blue, all thoughts, all perceptions stay at this moment, time has stopped, the drizzle falling, the gentle lake, the beautiful moonlight, at this moment becomes A static picture instantly becomes eternal, and momentarily becomes eternal, only the faint sound of the piano seems to come from the outside.

The rain in the sky is gathered into a piece, revealing the bright white moonlight. I wonder if it is really a fantasy? An invisible hand gently flicked hundreds of millions of silver filaments, flicked a finger, silent and colorless, invisible and phaseless, but could flick a thousand.

The sound of the piano is audible and silent. The melody exceeds the limit of people ’s listening, but it can be heard by the vibration of the lake. The invisible sound wave penetrates the entire lake and everything shakes, including Murong. Bo's internal organs, blood vessels, meridians, and even internal forces, with the jump of the fingertips of Chen Ang, tremble and cannot be controlled.

In a trance, Murongbo was ill-conscious, and could only dance under the sound of the piano, and countless small and intricate energy penetrated into his body, controlling, traction, and even changing him. The internal force, Murongbo is like a puppet, easily controlled, from the body to the mind.

In front of such terrible martial arts, "Life and Death Talisman" is just pediatrics. It is not terrible to control people's life and death, but it is terrifying to control his heart. Force Confusion, Fascination Dafa Health, and better than all mysterious techniques, changed Murong Bo's mind.

As his dancing gradually became crazy, the invisible energy, the control became closer and closer, the piano sound gradually climaxed, and finally, in the sound of a string break, Wan Lai died and calmed down. The rain fell again, and the moonlight gradually blurred, submerged in the rain, and nothing seemed to happen.

Chen Ang sighed with his hands:

"A song of liver and intestine is broken, where do you find a friend in the world?"

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