"Hello, please drink this nectar. This is the rule of our Fulong Village. It is non-toxic, so feel free to taste it!"

Xin Zhuo looked at the female head catcher in front of him, who was dressed in a navy blue arrest suit, with a fringed black gauze, and a long knife on her waist. She had a slim figure, a thin mouth, a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and eyes full of aggression.

Three words can't help but pop up in my mind: Pu Xin Nu!

Judging from the blood energy fluctuations, he is only at the eighth level, but he unabashedly displays a vain self-confidence. This has nothing to do with the majesty of the government and is purely a personal performance.

Of course, he still has a very good attitude towards potential sacrifices, like a hotel manager, showing six big white teeth.

"good!"

Yuan Mo'er couldn't understand the smile on his face, but he agreed easily and moved neatly. He picked up the broken bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Compared with Chen Jing's mature and steady manner, it left people speechless.

He just put down the broken bowl and spat: "Head Xin doesn't know how to treat guests. This water is hard to drink, just like the water in an old well has dried up!"

Isn't it just that the old well is running dry?

"Ah, I will change it next time. I would like to ask this head catcher, what is the most important thing in life? This is about the deletion of torture on Miss Su."

Xin Zhuo glanced at Su Miaojin, who was sitting on a bamboo bench next to him and had fallen into a state of silence since Chen Jing came down the mountain, and then he still said the same old story.

"Of course..." Yuan Moer pondered for a moment. There are many most important things in life, and those that belong to you are all important. If you want to make a choice...

She said calmly: "Of course it is my martial arts and my innocence. Martial arts is my own way of establishing my life, and my innocence is my virtue as a woman. The same goes for Miss Su."

She finally glanced at Su Miaojin. This was actually her kind intention, and she wanted to point out that Miss Su should not be offended.

Su Miaojin glanced back, her expression unclear and not at all grateful.

I want your martial arts and integrity? This is a bit wretched. Xin Zhuo said: "I want your martial arts in exchange for a torture to Miss Su. I will not let you teach this martial arts, but you must swear that it will

It belongs to me, no problem?"

Yuan Mo'er didn't understand Xin Zhuo's logic, but she was a pure warrior. She didn't bother to ask what she didn't understand, and she couldn't possibly teach him: "Yes!"

"Please make a written statement!"

"good!"

Yuan Moer simply wrote a line of beautiful small characters.

Xin Zhuo energetically summoned "Wang Yue Well", and as expected, there was an extra sacrifice spirit. The spirit of the contract in Wang Yue Well was really reliable, and it appeared immediately after the word was dropped.

【Sacrifice to spirits:8/15.】

[Yuan Mo'er: Debt 77, 21 years old, life expectancy 33, eighth grade, average appearance, conceited, simple.

The True Secret of Three-Yuan Miaotong: Mahayana.

Lingfeng Miaowu: Mahayana.

Nine crouching tiger claws: Hinayana.

The Nine-Continuous Rain-Breaking Knife: Hinayana.]

There are a lot of exercises, the names are okay, and they are at least proficient in Hinayana. No wonder he is extremely confident.

grab:

Yuehua:55/100.

[Mahayana’s Three-Yuan Miaotong True Technique]

【Mahayana's wonderful dance in the wind】

[Stable eighth-level realm]

this……

They were supposed to grab the eight shared sacrificial spirits together, but the other six people and one dog were blocked, and they actually grabbed three abilities from one sacrificial spirit.

Could it be that "Wangyuejing" judged that the single-minded technique and lightness skill of this female head catcher were extremely desirable?

This is an unexpected surprise!

I already have the True Yang Mind Technique. Logically speaking, it is impossible to temporarily change my skills. I can only merge the two mental techniques, the Qing Gong and the eighth-level absorption!

He stretched out his finger and touched the well, then clicked the [True Yang Heart Technique] to create a whirlpool.

I felt as if most of the strength that originally existed in my body had been drained out of me all at once, leaving me feeling limp and weak.

Fusion:

Yuehua:45/100.

[Three Yuan True Yang Supremacy Mind Method]

【Mahayana's wonderful dance in the wind】

[Stable eighth-level realm]

After taking a breath, this mutated mentality finally didn't contain the word "dog". Otherwise, the whole person would look like a dog, so how could he go out and have fun?

absorb:

There was an indescribable soreness and numbness in the body, like being bitten by thousands of insects. The acupuncture points and muscles and bones kept squirming, and it was extremely painful.

[Well owner: Xin Zhuo]

[Region: Eighth level, two out of seven enter the next seventh level]

…

[Dharma: Three Yuan True Yang Supreme Mind Dharma]

[Skills: Messy and confusing dog-like sword skills,

A series of three-injury Zhiyang fist that moves like a dog plowing the clouds.

Mahayana Lingfeng Wonderful Dance Qinggong]

After Yuan Mo'er finished writing the note, she stepped back and saw Xin Zhuo sometimes raising his hand, sometimes thinking deeply, as if staring at something, and finally there was a trace of pain on his face.

This made her extremely shocked. She subconsciously looked at Su Miaojin, seeking the answer. Could this kid have epilepsy?

Su Miaojin frowned slightly, and she also didn't know why. Chen Jing lost to Xin Zhuo's fist earlier, which made her extremely puzzled, because Chen Jing had no reason to lose.

Therefore, she was thinking seriously about Xin Zhuo, what kind of master taught him, and what kind of character he had?

Therefore, she couldn't give Yuan Mo'er an answer, so she could only shake her head slightly.

Yuan Moer's heart moved slightly. This was a good opportunity. He moved his feet slightly and got close to the space between Su Miaojin and Xin Zhuo. His right hand touched the handle of the knife.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo's body suddenly shook with an invisible wave.

"Snapped!"

The broken bowl filled with water and preserved fruits and candied fruits were rushed off the table and fell to the floor. Two signed documents flew in the air.

What the hell kind of energy fluctuation is this?

Yuan Moer's heart was awe-inspiring, and she didn't dare to move rashly. She couldn't help but returned to her original position, with a hint of awkward smile on her face: "Master Xin, I heard that your Excellency has become crazy in martial arts. Not only is your sword skill mysterious, but your boxing skills are also amazing. You don't know how to do Qinggong."

How about it? I’m not very talented, but I’d like to give it a try.”

Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to answer, Wu Feng's official robes vibrated automatically, and his body seemed to be lifted a little inexplicably, becoming light and airy: "Use the mountain village as the base, go around three times, and the first to return is the winner."

As he spoke, his body danced gracefully, and in the blink of an eye he came to Su Miaojin's side, walked around in a circle, and suddenly arrived in the courtyard.

Su Miaojin immediately clenched her fists, grabbed something, raised her spirits, and looked at Xin Zhuo, her beautiful eyes full of hope.

Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while. He didn't know what these catchers were doing. Why did they always challenge him? But he also wanted to try the newly "stolen" self-reduction skills.

According to the method in his mind, the clothes automatically moved without wind, lightly touched the ground, stood up, and chased after him while dancing.

The look in Su Miaojin's eyes disappeared little by little, and turned into despair.

Is this little thief really good at Qinggong?

He quickly got up and went out.

In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang raised their heads and were watching the two figures one behind the other, with their mouths slightly open, looking surprised.

Chen Jing's defeat earlier gave them a great shock. After all, the technique was mysterious and too difficult to practice. The extreme "torture" and destruction of the body, coupled with pain and suffering, were difficult for ordinary people to endure.

They clearly saw the horror of Chen Jing's boxing skills, but they ended up vomiting blood and were defeated cleanly by the master's punches.

The leader is only sixteen years old, and his swordsmanship and boxing skills are outstanding.

They even suspected that the great master had secretly hidden secrets and refused to teach them, and that he had the same problem as the old master.

Now even Qinggong is so strong?

"I want to be the wife of the head of the family and drink his spirit every day!" Han Qiniang clenched her fists, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

"Shut up! You're talking nonsense! Why are you drinking Lingjin?" Cui Ying'er subconsciously scolded her.

Yuan Mo'er, who was flying and climbing on the eaves with her figure blurred, began to think about how to seize the opportunity to make a sneak attack and injure Xin Zhuo. After all, no one could be hurt in a light kung fu competition.

Yes, she is very confident!

If he were a sixty-year-old bandit, she might be afraid of him, but she would never believe that a sixteen-year-old boy could be proficient in various martial arts. Is he still a human being?
Chapter completed!