Flower Stealing Master Chapter 59: Flame Knife VS Wooden Sword

"The master of the blood knife may be exaggerated. That young man is Xiao Feng or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing obvious disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen. under.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is higher than me, he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

Hong Antong has white hair and no wind. He smiled faintly, and disappeared in place. A punch has hit the blood knife ancestor's chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he has rich experience and was prepared for it. Up.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, they can only fight regardless of the outcome, and he is extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few empty handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned and sat down, "The big mudra of Tantric Buddhism really deserves its reputation."

The ancestor of the blood knife also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of them would work together to maintain at most unbeaten and undefeated. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's deeds to go far and fly high. Up.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing several people with the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

The blood knife ancestor showed a look of horror on his face: "I asked myself that many experts in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time that I can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he Just described the situation that day in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I’m afraid I would even have all these three. Can't beat.

I have seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, and everyone believed his judgment. Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "Everyone is the overlord of one side, why do you work together to deal with one? Little Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we don’t hide it from you. The Manchu and Qing dynasties have been stalemate for a long time, and those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share the worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to join our prince, intending to make a great contribution before seeing the prince. Old man..."

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but secretly calculated in his heart: When I find Wei Xiaobao and force him to tell the secret of the 42 chapters, wouldn't it be better to establish an independent kingdom overseas? You have to join in and become a slave.

"According to our many investigations, Wei Xiaobao seems to be traveling separately from the big army. Now it should be in the territory of Song State Gusu. We will ambush him on the way he must go back to Yanjing, Yangzhou!" The four giants just decided to join forces. Soon I started to plan.

"We must let him stay in Yangzhou for a period of time before we have enough time to close the net."

"What weakness does Wei Xiaobao have?"

"Laughter, good gambling, good money."

"Yangzhou has always been a land of fireworks, so you might as well use beauty as a bait..."

"However, Wei Xiaobao is an official of the Qing Dynasty. He hasn't seen anything stunning. I'm afraid he won't look down on ordinary vulgar fans."

"The lady in this seat can barely be called the national beauty and heavenly fragrance. She was considered a suitable candidate. It's a pity that the little thief has already met her. It would be bad if he was suspicious in advance. "

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

A group of men are looking at each other, worrying about the bait. At this time, the big tent was opened, and a beautiful young woman came in. Although she is not very old, she is already in a bun, and she is already a human. Woman, "Big Brother Yuan, I heard how many guests have come?"

Several people looked at each other one after another, and cried out in their hearts: It’s all effortless to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find!

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

Who knows that when Xia Qingqing heard of the plans of a few people, she became very interested: "It's fun and fun! Let me go, I don't believe that Wei Xiaobao, the yellow-haired boy, will not fall under my...madam's skirt."

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Looking back at the match between Song Qingshu and Kumazhi, Kumazhi did not put Song Qingshu in his eyes, but the two confronted far away. Kumazhi soon realized his mistake, and the other side The grandmaster's manner is really not much more than his own.

Song Qingshu knew that the other party was scrupulous about face and would not take the first move, so he used the "Miyun not rain" to drop the dragon's eighteen palms, alternately patted each other with palms in the sky, and attacked the past.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descending?" Kumozhi was extremely knowledgeable, and he recognized Song Qingshu's martial arts skills at a glance. He was puzzled, "I just heard those women say that he seems to have his surname Song, so sure It’s not Qiao Feng and Guo Jing, but I’ve never heard of any master beggars helping the younger generation."

Seeing the joy of hunting, Kumozhi used one of Shaolin's 72 stunts "Prajna palm" to greet him. The two fisted each other and fought with each other dozens of strokes. One was the most fierce palm in the world. One is Shaolin Temple's highest and deepest, never-ending grasp. It is true that every opponent will meet a talented person.

It’s a pity that Song Qingshu has not been able to see the realm of Jianglong’s eighteen palms, so it’s only 70% of power when it comes out. Kumozhi also relied on tricks to play the Prajna palm, only its form, not its god. So two and a half slings can fight for so long.

If it is Xiao Feng or Guo Jing who made the eighteen palms of Jianglong at this moment, Kumozhi simply used the palm of prajna to meet the enemy, I am afraid he would have been defeated; the same reason, the palm of prajna is used by the sweeping monk, the eighteen palms of Jianglong in Song Qingshu Ten tricks can't be stopped.

Nevertheless, the two of them have exquisite moves. The surrounding tables and chairs are swept away by the power of the palm, and they are all shattered. Two men and three women can't stop watching.

"This group of god-killing martial arts people, what should I do about this loss?" The boss went upstairs to see a mess, and couldn't help but feel sad, crying.

"Shut up, don't disturb your grandpa's interest in watching." Wei Xiaobao was eager to look at it, and threw a handful of cash to the boss, "Just pay for your loss, don't say enough!"

"Enough is enough, a few masters will fight slowly, and I will make a pot of tea for you." After seeing the amount of the bank note, the boss suddenly smiled and ran down.

Because of this interruption, the two took the opportunity to separate. Ku Mazhi looked at Song Qingshu in amazement: "Song Gongzi is the highest martial artist he has encountered since the poor monk entered the Central Plains."

"It takes thirty-four years for the Prajna Palm of Shaolin Temple to become successful. This monk must have studied for only a few years. It is really puzzling to be able to practice to such an extent." Wang Yuyan muttered to herself, low. He lost his head in thoughts and looked puzzled.

"The King of Ming is really amazing, and one year of practice is worth ten years of Shaolin monk!" Song Qing praised sincerely, although he knew that the other party was motivated by little merit, but it was just a flattery. , Talk about it will not die.

Although Kumozhi was a generation of high monks, he could not break his martial arts fame and fortune after all. He heard the other party's admiration. Although he felt ashamed, he showed a faint smile on his face and came to a acquiescence.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu was surprised when he saw his smile, and hurriedly ducked to the side. When everyone looked at it, they saw that Song Qingshu had left a few deep holes in the position just now. If he didn't hide, I'm afraid it will already be at this moment. Was seriously injured.

"The ability to easily escape the fingers of the poor monk shows that the son has a profound knowledge of Buddhism. Ordinary people don’t know the essence of the Buddha's hand-wringing of flowers, and the essence of Venerable Kassapa's smile. Naturally, they don’t realize the timing of this hand-wringing finger. ......" Kumachi slowly retracted his fingers one by one, admiring the young man in front of him more and more.

"Come and not be indecent, please accept the trick." Song Qing's written expression was suddenly full of hostility~IndoMTL.com~ turned into claws, and attacked fiercely.

Wei Xiaobao saw that the marble upstairs had left several deep holes under Song Qingshu's grasp, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Big Brother Song is awesome!"

Wang Yuyan on the side frowned. After watching the ten tricks, she sighed softly: "Although the nine-yin claws are so powerful, Song Song doesn't seem to have achieved great success. Now he is a martial artist. Driven, if things go on like this, I’m afraid it’s unavoidable to go crazy."

Hearing his soft voice, Duan Yu couldn't help being stunned. In his mind, the contest between two stinky men in the court was nothing like staring at Miss Wang.

Mu Wanqing had half of his mind left on him, but immediately noticed Duan Yu's dreamlike appearance. He felt uncomfortable and focused on the situation on the field.

Sure enough, after Song Qingshu's spirit was exhausted, Kumo wisely used the Shaolin Dragon's claw hand and used his claws against his claws, forcing Song Qingshu to retreat hastily.

Kumazhi smiled faintly: "The poor monk is very curious about Young Master Song carrying the wooden sword on his back. Over the past few months, all the way eastward, the poor monks in the Central Plains have also seen a lot of wonderful swordsmanship, such as this Young Master Duan’s. The Six-Medition Divine Sword, that is also the best swordsmanship in the world... It’s just that, I’ve never seen anyone use a wooden sword... Could it be that Song Gongzi thinks the poor monk is not worthy of your sword?"

"I heard that King Ming's skill is the "flaming knife". I don't know if I am honored to learn it." Song Qingshu drew out the wooden sword, and a life-threatening series of three immortal swords attacked it.

"Good swordsmanship!" Kumachi gave a secret compliment, and with luck in both palms, he pushed out flatly.

Wei Xiaobao saw two of them dancing swords in the air, and several feet apart, repeatedly slashing their palms at the enemy. They only felt dull. He scratched his head and scratched his ears. He moved in his heart and smiled to the side. Wang Yuyan of Wang Yuyan said: "Miss Wang, do you know what they are playing?"