Xin Zhuo has a quick body shape and can jump quickly. He was a little jerky at first, but gradually he became more and more proficient and could already move around and jump like flying.

Just like a person's rapid transformation from being new to Qing Gong to Beginner Qing Gong, Hinayana Qing Gong, and Mahayana Qing Gong.

Yuan Mo'er's face was full of surprise and shock as he ran, which was even more difficult to accept than eating a piece of stinky tofu. This was not because Xin Zhuo's Qing Gong was so good, but...

How can he "dance gracefully"?

This Qinggong body method was learned by the Yuan family from the ancient Kunlun Palace and has been passed down for more than 370 years. It is only passed down to the family's firstborn daughter. Even Yuanzhuzhu, who had her finger chopped off by Xin Zhuo, would never be able to do it because she was a concubine.

Practice.

Seeing that Xin Zhuo was already a long way ahead, she immediately used her energy to chase after him. When she got close to Xin Zhuo, she shouted angrily: "Who are you? Why do you know my Qing Gong?"

"Isn't it okay to have legs? I was born with them!"

"You fart!"

Yuan Moer was furious, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and aroused the desire to compare. He kneaded the secret with his right hand and connected three weak points on the body. This was the life-saving means of Mahayana's "Lingfeng Miaowu", which can activate the true spirit.

Qi, speed up and rush.

This trick was indeed effective, and he was already in front of Xin Zhuo in the blink of an eye.

She glanced back subconsciously, and was shocked to find that Xin Zhuo, just like her, hit three useless acupuncture points and overtook her again.

Just like her, she is also a Mahayana "Lingfeng Miaowu".

Now that the Qinggong is the same, the entry level is the same, and the realm is the same, then the only thing left to compare is the level of the mind.

She is still confident in her own mental method. The mental method of being a direct descendant of the Yuan clan for five hundred years is better than the wild bandit's mental method.

However, a moment later, she had self-doubt again, because no matter how she chased, she was always ten meters behind Xin Zhuo, and the distance was even slowly expanding.

This little thief's mentality is actually so terrifying!

You can't catch up if you chase!

She simply stopped.

At this time, the little thief Xin Zhuo didn't know what he was thinking. He had a smile on his face and was having a great time.

happy?

This is a good time to assassinate. It's best to be injured. If you can kill, everything will be fine.

Her eyes were dark and cold, and she coldly observed Xin Zhuo's movements. She saw Xin Zhuo turning around and reaching her side. She only focused on Qing Gong, and she didn't have a knife on her body!

That's it!

"Canglang——"

The waist knife was unsheathed, and the body was like a swallow flying through the water, twisting and turning, and galloping away. The person was in mid-air, and the tip of the knife was like a shadow on the autumn water. He slashed with one knife, and then another and another.

Nine knives were struck in succession, as fast as lightning, and the blurry shadows of the knives were dazzling.

And Xin Zhuo just happened to meet him.

"Master, be careful!"

Cui Ying'er, who was watching carefully below, couldn't help but exclaimed.

That's too late!

We are all in the same realm, so if you are calculating mentally but not intentionally, you are still on the roof of a half-empty room, how can you hide?

Yuan Moer smiled coldly in her heart.

However, the next moment she noticed that Xin Zhuo raised his head with a playful smile on his face.

No, I was suddenly shocked.

Xin Zhuo had already punched out, it was very clumsy, like a dog plowing, but it left nine afterimages.

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

It was like she had calculated the path of her knife and hit the blade accurately.

"when!"

The blade of the sword tilted, and Yuan Moer staggered in mid-air.

Just like this, Xin Zhuo seized the opportunity, stepped lightly, broke through the thatch and mud on the roof, bullied himself in, and punched Yuan Moer's chest like an airport.

"Um--"

Yuan Mo'er made a muffled sound, and the man and the knife fell together. They fell heavily on the soil, drew a distance again, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Cui Ying'er below, Han Qiniang and Su Miaojin looked at her dryly, watching her fly high and then landing hard!

Why do you suddenly lose when you compete in Qinggong?

Xin Zhuo had already jumped off the house and stood next to Yuan Mo'er, looking down at her. Fortunately, he relieved his strength in mid-air and did not beat her to death.

"King Xin, don't kill her!"

Su Miaojin finally came to her senses, ran a few steps, and approached the two of them. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were full of panic.

Xin Zhuo ignored it.

Yuan Moer didn't pay attention. She just wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. The pride on her face disappeared and she looked directly at Xin Zhuo: "Did you guess that I would attack?"

"No! But I am also a knife player, and I have a natural instinct for knives!"

Xin Zhuo was bragging in this sentence. In fact, he just wanted to understand the intention of these head arresters and wanted to use the opportunity to learn martial arts to kill or injure himself.

Otherwise, if you don't know how to save people, what's the point of comparing martial arts? So I was always on guard, and naturally I noticed Yuan Moer's sword.

But he didn't want to say it directly, for fear that it would be self-defeating and some of the catchers below would lose hope and find other ways to stop coming.

"Second question!" Yuan Mo'er leaned on the ground with difficulty, "Where did you learn Ling Feng's wonderful dance?"

"I'm really born with it!"

"Okay, please kill me!" Yuan Mo'er closed her eyes and breathed tremblingly.

"It's just a competition of martial arts. What nonsense are you talking about? Saving Miss Su is important, isn't it? Let them continue talking. Two tortures have been deleted. Miss Su will be able to go down the mountain soon."

Xin Zhuo helped Yuan Mo'er up thoughtfully.

The owner of the well cannot kill the spirit for sacrifice. This is a matter of principle.

However, Yuan Mo'er felt that she had been insulted. She glared at Xin Zhuo fiercely and said, "I, Yuan Mo'er, swear that I will kill you with my own hands!"

"It's no surprise that you haven't had this ability in your life, so work hard!" Xin Zhuo smiled and waved his hand like a child.

Yuan Mo'er had an inexplicable urge to cry, glanced at Su Miaojin, and limped out of the village.

Until Yuan Moer disappeared from sight, Xin Zhuo suddenly turned around, grabbed Su Miaojin's hand, opened her fingers, and snatched the note in her hand.

Su Miaojin wanted to snatch it back, but then she took a step back and said, "Did you see this too? Are you a monster?"

"I'm afraid of death, so I'm very careful. When I was studying, I was better than you at handing out notes!"

Xin Zhuo opened the note, and there were a few lines of words on it that were very eye-catching:

"In the past few days, I will think of ways to attack at night. If there is any movement, stay away from Xin Zhuo and ordinary bandits. It doesn't matter if something goes wrong. The eldest son Murong, my sister Yuan Yourong, your younger brother Su Zefeng and Mr. Xiuxue are already halfway there.

, then we will join forces to attack with hidden weapons, try to kill her with one blow, and save the girl from trouble!"

…

Yuan Mo'er staggered past Huang Dagui and other three bandits, and stepped onto the stairs to the lower peak. She looked haggard and had severe chest pain. What was even more sad was that she remembered what she said when she went up to the peak:

"...I, Yuan Mo'er, am willing to devote myself to serving the thief and becoming his servant and concubine."

I was just angry for a moment. Who would have thought that I would lose so neatly?

It was such a huge shame. She didn't know how to face her colleagues for a while.

"How about Yuan Captou?"

Fortunately, several head catchers came forward to greet him.

Chen Jing had already taken medicine and applied medicine for bruises. His face improved, and he asked doubtfully: "You were hit by his punch?"

Naturally, he could see the blood energy fluctuation after the heavy puncher's acupuncture points were frustrated.

Yuan Mo'er deliberately covered her flat chest and said with difficulty: "He, he didn't know where he learned my Qing Gong. He is no different from me. The Mahayana's Ling Feng Miao Wu. I took advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack and was discovered by him. If not

The man lost his strength in mid-air and died.

Of course, it’s not that I’m not as good as him, it’s just that this little thief is too cunning, so I don’t count as a loser.”

All the catchers looked at each other and automatically ignored the second half of her words!

The good news is that this little bandit’s Qinggong has finally reached the realm of transformation, which means he is not that scary!
Chapter completed!