Origin Chapter 61: Masters fight

While talking, the sheep herder had already rushed in front of the middle-aged Daoist, and punched his right fist to take the leader of the middle-aged Daoist Liuyang.

The middle-aged Daoist bowed his head to avoid it, cut off the sword and shook his wrist and clenched his grip, cutting the belly of the man who put the sheep.

The middle-aged Taoist moves very quickly, and the sheep-herding man uses old moves, which is inevitable, and the broken sword swirls from his lower abdomen.

Wu Zhongyuan saw it so clearly, he gasped for breath in an instant.

The middle-aged Daoist may also think this way, but he soon suspects that this sword may not work, because the offensive of the sheepherder man is still fierce, and it seems that it has not been affected.

Just as Wu Zhongyuan was watching the battle nervously, the thin man said coldly from the side, "Token."

Wu Zhongyuan reached into his arms and took out a white jade stone from the inner pocket of his clothes and held it in his palm.

The thin man stretched out his hand to take it, Wu Zhongyuan hurriedly took the jade back, "Who are you?"

Wu Zhongyuan's question not only made the thin man frown, but even Zhao Ying, who was beside him, frowned. The actions of these two middle-aged men have shown that they are friends rather than enemies. Since Wu Zhongyuan still doesn't believe them.

"It depends on who you are?" The thin man's tone was gloomy and cold.

As soon as the thin man finished speaking, Wu Zhongyuan slowly stretched out his right hand and opened his palm at the same time.

Zhao Ying was standing next to Wu Zhongyuan. Seeing this, she hurriedly aimed the gun at the thin man, because she noticed that Wu Zhongyuan's hand was not voluntarily, but was forced by an invisible force. .

The thin man glanced at Zhao Ying, then reached out and took the piece of white jade in Wu Zhongyuan's hand.

The jade was taken away, and Wu Zhongyuan regained his freedom. He pulled out his hands eagerly, and moved the five fingers of his right hand in amazement.

The thin man took the jade, held it in the palm of his hand, and closed his eyes to concentrate on perception.

At the same time, the struggle between the sheepherder man and the middle-aged Taoist continued. At this time, the middle-aged Taoist had thrown away the broken sword in his hand and faced the sheepherder's fists with both palms. And the sheep herder also tore off the Tibetan robe that was cut by the broken sword, shouted and exerted his strength, and fought against the middle-aged Taoist.

This person's horizontal training is really good. The middle-aged Daoist's previous sword that ripped open his stomach did not cause any damage to him, and his muscular abdomen did not even leave blood marks.

Horizontal kung fu is a kind of hard qigong. It can not only be used to strengthen defense, but also can be used for powerful attack. The sheep-herding man raises qi to help, gathers qi in his fists, smashes and beats, and blows wind.

Although the middle-aged Taoist does not have the terrifying power of a sheep herder, he has an amazing speed that a sheep herder does not have. Every full-strength attack of a sheep herder is calmly avoided and counterattacked.

However, although his speed is amazing and his movements are weird, he does not have the advantage, because his strength is insufficient, and the counterattack after dodging is not enough to hit the sheep man.

After a while, the thin man opened his eyes and handed the jade in his hand to Wu Zhongyuan, "Who asked you to come here?"

Wu Zhongyuan took the jade, "A clan who came to find me."

"Do you know what his name is?" the thin man asked.

"I know, his name is Wu Zhui." Wu Zhongyuan said.

After Wu Zhongyuan finished speaking, the emaciated man took out an old sheepskin from his bosom. The sheepskin was covered with Tibetan characters. These Tibetan characters were written horizontally, with two columns in each line, symmetrical to the left and right.

Seeing him like this, Wu Zhongyuan immediately understood what this person was looking for. His tribe sent many people to look for him in different eras. The sheepskin should record the names of people who went to different eras. Another basis for the other party to determine his identity.

"Don't look at this, I have a tattoo." Wu Zhongyuan said eagerly.

"Tattoo?" The thin man's expression was not surprised, but puzzled.

"I have a golden dragon tattoo." Wu Zhongyuan unbuttoned his clothes and showed the tattoo on his chest to the thin man.

I don't know if the little wizard didn't know that he had such a tattoo, or if the little wizard didn't pass on this clue. Although the thin man saw the tattoo on Wu Zhongyuan's chest, he looked very confused. After frowning, he continued to read in his hand. sheepskin.

"Senior brother, hurry up, he's looking for my hood." The sheepherder's roar came from the left.

The thin man heard the call of the sheepherder, but he did not immediately go to help, but continued to look down from the sheepskin.

The text on the sheepskin is in Tibetan, which Wu Zhongyuan could not understand, but the appearance of this sheepskin invisibly revealed another information, that is, the little wizard once woke up, even if he did not write the sheepskin himself , and it must have been written under his dictation, because no one but the little wizard knew the names of those who had been sent out to find him.

"I found it!" The thin man suddenly raised his head. The man was very sultry, and his emotions and anger were indistinguishable, but at this time, he couldn't restrain his inner excitement. "After waiting for so many years, we finally got it."

Wu Zhongyuan hasn't answered yet, the thin man has already put away the sheepskin and shouted to the sheepherder, "Junior brother, it's him."

The sheep-herding man has been fighting for a long time without any results. He is a little annoyed. Hearing the thin man's words, he is in high spirits and shouts excitedly, "Okay!"

The emaciated man took a few steps forward, stood in front of Wu Zhongyuan and Zhao Ying, stretched his arms, and muttered words.

Wu Zhongyuan couldn't understand what incantation this man was chanting, but he knew it was definitely not in Tibetan, because the mantra recited by this man was very similar to part of Wu Zhui's pronunciation.

After more than ten seconds, the effect of the spell began to appear, and the speed of the sheepherder man's move was greatly accelerated. Before that, he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. At this time, it was very difficult for the opponent to dodge.

But if you look closely, you can see that it's not that the sheep-herding man's attack speed has accelerated, but that the middle-aged Taoist's dodging speed has slowed down, and his movement is no longer fast and smooth, as if he was bound by some invisible force.

Outsiders can see that insiders naturally feel more real. The middle-aged Taoist priest knows that the thin man is under the influence. After a few rounds, he avoids an elbow from the sheepherder man, kicks a piece of gravel, and smashes it. To the emaciated man who was chanting the mantra.

Seeing the rubble flying, the emaciated man had to turn sideways to avoid it. When he moved, the spell stopped, and the spell became invalid.

At this time, the sheep-herding man turned around and attacked again. The middle-aged Taoist twisted his feet and kicked the sheep-herding man back. At the same time, he used the force of recoil to charge at the thin man.

Seeing the opponent rushing towards him, the emaciated man stepped back with his right foot and took a defensive posture.

However, this man's martial arts seem to be ordinary, and his posture has not yet opened. The middle-aged Taoist's right palm has already attacked, and the thin man can't guard against it.

The middle-aged Taoist succeeded with one blow, but instead of chasing after him, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and counterattacked Wu Zhongyuan's throat.

Wu Zhongyuan subconsciously retreated and dodged, Zhao Ying took the opportunity to shoot, because it was a short-range shot, and the middle-aged Taoist was eager to put Wu Zhongyuan to death without dodging, the shot directly hit his left side.

People who have never been shot will underestimate the power of bullets. This middle-aged Taoist must have never been shot. He underestimated the huge impact of the bullet. Swipe across the front, only the difference did not open Wu Zhongyuan's throat.

Since the shot was fired, Zhao Ying would not just fire one shot, another shot after one shot, and the second shot also hit the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist put one arm on the ground and bounced back to his feet. Before he could stand upright, Zhao Ying fired again, firing left and right, firing in succession. All the bullets hit the middle-aged Taoist without any deviation.

The pistols have limited ammo storage. After a few seconds, the two pistols were all shot into the air, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was still standing there, his Taoist robe was full of bullet holes, but no blood was seen.

Not only Wu Zhongyuan and Zhao Ying were shocked, but even the sheep herder who rushed to the front and the thin man who regained his footing were stunned. No one could stand so many guns, let alone have a fierce look on their faces. Cruel grin.

After a brief stupor, the sheepherd man was the first to react, roaring forward and throwing a punch.

This time, the middle-aged Taoist priest did not move left and right, but stepped on the ground and jumped into the air.

According to the theory of universal gravitation, as long as it does not pass through the atmosphere, no matter how high the jump is, it will eventually fall back to the ground, but after the middle-aged Taoist jumped, he hovered in the air and did not fall to exhaustion.

While the two looked up, the shepherd man and the thin man came over to block them.

"I didn't expect such a master to still exist," the thin man frowned and looked up, "What is the origin of this person?"

"Senior brother, what is this guy doing?" the sheepherder man asked in a jarring voice.

"Recite the mantra." The thin man's tone was very positive.

"You can't sit still, you can quickly control the thunder and beat him down," said the sheep herder.

The thin man nodded, stretched his arms, and closed his eyes.

The shepherd man stepped forward to protect the Dharma for him.

Wu Zhongyuan and Zhao Ying both wanted to do something at this time, but there was no room for them to intervene.

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest was about 20 meters away from the ground. He pinched his left hand and reached out, and his right index finger and **** touched his right temple, and he muttered words. But unlike the mantra recited by the skinny man, the mantra seemed to be very short, with only a few syllables, and it was repeated rapidly.

The duration of the spell's effect varies. This time, the thin man has been chanting the spell, but there is no lightning flash, but the wind is gradually increasing, and dark clouds are gathering in the sky.

"What spell is he going to cast?" Zhao Ying asked in a low voice.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head. When his master was alive, he only taught the two of them superficial martial arts, and he knew nothing about magic.

As time passed, the dark clouds over the sky thickened, obscuring the cold moonlight.

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest in the sky suddenly moved, shrugging his shoulders and raising his arms, shattering all the clothes he was wearing, leaving only his underpants. At the same time, a purple light flew from the eastern sky. ...