"That's the boat that thieves the stinging carp in Taihu Lake. Let's go quickly." Yang Ai waved his oars and rowed hard towards the shore.

Qian Yiqun looked at the gap between the two sides, took off his headscarf and looked at the wind direction and speed, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid I can't escape."

"It's okay, our boat is small, and they can't catch up as long as they enter the reed marsh." Yang Ai rowed hard, with a breath of breath in his voice.

Qian Yiqun lowered his head and searched on the boat for a brief search, and found a bamboo chopstick. It was the hidden weapon used to break the bottle on the boat just now. When he saw that the two boats were not a mile apart, the wind was rising on the lake again. Under such conditions, he could use bamboo chopsticks to break the wine bottle in Yang Ai's hand, which was comparable to the sharpshooter in later generations.

Qian Yiqun held the bamboo chopsticks and said to himself: I didn’t expect that there would be such a water thief in the prosperous land of Smoky Willows. It was a failure to not bring the Xihe Sword when he came out today.

"Do you have a sword on your boat?" Qian Yiqun asked Yang Ai with a smile.

When Yang Ai saw Qian Yiqun laughing brightly, she felt relieved and said to herself: At this time, he was still joking, and it seemed that he was confident. She immediately turned red again, and she secretly blamed herself for being too nervous and losing face.

"No," said Yang Ai, "do you have to use a sword?"

Qian Yiqun said helplessly: "I only know how to use swords, if I use mysterious techniques..."

Speaking of mysterious techniques, Qian Yiqun's heart trembled in vain.

When chaos arose today, even the south of the Yangtze River has displaced people because of the additional sects year by year. Taihu Lake water thieves emerged, and fishing in the fishing season are serious fishermen. When they are free, they gather to rob and roar. Among such a group of people, it is rare to have a person who can read and read, let alone practice secret techniques.

If it weren't for the secret technique of mysterious art, how could it be used to hit bamboo chopsticks so far, and it was able to break ceramics?

A thought gradually emerged:

A hundred beautiful pictures!

In the book that day, the immortal said that Qian Yiqun dispelled all the charms of Zhou Tian with one word, and it has been a few days today. In addition to the magical powers that Wei Laogou reacted clearly, other magical powers should gradually be known. Looking at Zhujian Wuyi, perhaps there is a magical power that can throw hundreds of meters and hit the target accurately.

Qian Yiqun looked up at the lake again. There were a lot of blue waves, and he was only a small boat, facing the other party’s six boats. The sailing ship must be a flagship, and the middle boat was surrounded by a middle boat on the left and right. The other party was breeze, with many people paddlings fast, and the distance between the middle gradually narrowed.

Yang Ai saw that the water thief was chasing him closer, and his arms were pressed, and a layer of crystal sweat oozed out of his forehead. Although she was tired, she believed that she would never be in danger of wearing such a skilled young man. Occasionally, she even worried that the water thief would be killed too much by the young man after he caught up with him, which would hurt Yinde.

——How could I have such thoughts? Those robbers killed people and robbers were all killed. Mr. Qian killed them to be the only way for heaven!

Yang Ai's face became hot, but fortunately, his blood and blood surged because of the hard oars. His face was as red as ripe fruits, and he could not see the newly added blush.

Qian Yiqun had no idea that Yang Ai had so many thoughts in her heart. When she looked up, she realized that she could see the stubborn on the Shui Pirate's face.

"If it is a mysterious technique, I'm afraid they can't bear it." Qian Yiqun finished the above half sentence, took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Yang Ai, "Wipe the sweat, don't worry."

Yang Ai's arms were already sore. After hearing Qian Yiqun's words, he lifted them up and immediately dissipated. He took the sweat towel and gently pressed the fragrant sweat on his forehead.

Qian Yiqun glanced at the Shui Pirate who was catching up with him. His face was ferocious, his mind was calm, he closed his ears and listened, and looked back at the inner rays.

The waves of the Lingyun Sea are undulating, as if there is even more undercurrents.

Qian Yiqun recalled the "Little ** Art" mentioned by Gao Ren, and had no distractions in his mind. He savored each word by word to stimulate the spiritual aggregate. This time, every time the spiritual aggregate arouses a water dragon, it will be dismantled by Qian Yiqun using his spiritual consciousness into several strands. The disassembled spiritual aggregate water column quickly became the water lines that Gao Ren said, twisting and winding between the sea and the sky.

The water thief saw Qian Yiqun standing with his hands behind his back, obviously not taking them seriously, and couldn't help but feel angry. Among them, there was a dysentery head, who stepped on the bow of the boat in two steps, raised a hunting bow and was about to shoot Qian Yiqun. Seeing that he was about to shoot the arrow, suddenly, a golden ball of light burst out from Qian Yiqun.

Although everyone is born with spiritual aggregate, it is different in the acquired state. Some people can't even see the golden light, let alone the eight trigrams and lines flowing in the golden light.

But this stingy head was a slow-washed person. Only when Qian Yiqun saw golden light in his body, he couldn't help but stagnate in his hand, which scared him so much that the arrow fell down. He threw the bow, rubbed his eyes, confirmed that he was not dazzled, and couldn't help but shout, "That's a god! You can't be rude!"

"Are you crazy?" The thieves cursed, "It's just a rich young man who came to visit the lake. He happened to catch him and ask for money."

"He has golden light!" shouted Wu Li.

The thieves burst into laughter and pushed him behind, shouting loudly as they robbed the robbery, looking very energetic.

Qian Yiqun controls many Lingyun water lines, and originally wanted to go out of the sweat hole and revolve around himself to complete the basic principles of the Little ** technique. Who knew that Lingyun is quite strong and does not compromise with Qian Yiqun, but insists on following the finger technique.

The genius boy complained in his heart: Gao Rencai talked about the spiritual aggregate, and he couldn't wait to experience the spiritual aggregate of heaven and earth. He had not had time to learn this little ** technique!

Fortunately, his mind was spinning fast enough. Now the main problem is to draw out the spiritual aggregate. Can we use the sword technique?

The most sword-like thing on the entire boat is the bamboo chopstick.

Qian Yiqun pinched the sword technique in his hand and controlled the bamboo chopsticks. He was used to using the spiritual swords like the Xihe Sword. Now he felt extremely obscure in his control of the bamboo chopsticks, especially he had to control the spiritual aggregate in his body, and slowly flowed out at the thickness of thin threads, which was as good as an embroidery girl weaving and embroidery.

The bamboo chopsticks are wrapped in Lingyun and travel left and right along the edge of the emblem. The needle leads to the thread and generally leave the traces of Lingyun around the Zhen hexagram.

The Zhen Gua is like a frightened hare, and it runs fast when touched by this spiritual aggregate. Fortunately, the other hexagrams are also afraid of the spiritual aggregate, and they drove it back in a moment.

When the spiritual world is more and more trails, the Zhen Gua is really like a small insect entangled with clues, and no matter how hard it is, there is no way to escape.

Qian Yiqun's case breathed a sigh of relief and saw a small boat on the left rushing to the front, with a water thief standing on the bow of the boat, and his hand was filled with a giant axe, as if he could jump over as long as he could get a little closer.

"The sky is round and the place is full, and the law is nine chapters. The nine heavens thunder gods, call me from my orders..." Qian Yiqun opened his mouth slightly and recited the mantra silently. The more he went back, the more he could feel the yang energy of the heaven and earth condensed in his chest, like holding a static ball, which made people's whole body numb.

The Zhen Gua gained the thunder energy and struggled more and more powerfully. When he was about to break free from Qian Yiqun's spiritual aggregate, Qian Yiqun finally pointed his sword and recited the mantra mantra.

The spherical lightning burst and flew out.

Little Thunder Curse!

The lightning was not eye-catching in broad daylight. It was not until the bow of the water thief approached the bow of the water thief that the water thief discovered this strange light ball.

They are lucky because although the lightning is not enough to reach the speed of light, it is enough to allow them to be swallowed by huge energy while seeing the flash of death.

The ball of lightning bolts the size of a football instantly knocked a fishing boat carrying more than ten people into pieces. Under the high temperature and energy, blood and lake water were evaporated at the same time, rising into mushroom-like water vapor.

Qian Yiqun held the fatigue caused by the consumption of Lingyun. Looking at the rising mist and the remains on the lake, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

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The results are good today~~ As long as everyone continues to be good, I will definitely update~~!

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Chapter completed!