Chapter 158 74. Ding Chunqiu tied up his hands, Part 1

Murong Fu's movement technique was strange, like an unpredictable white shadow, and the silver light that appeared from time to time made Ding Chunqiu busy parrying.

"What kind of martial arts is this? I have never seen my cousin use it."

Wang Yuyan beside Xie Ying frowned. Even with her knowledge of Langhuan Pavilion, she had never seen Murong Fu's martial arts.

"It seems like there are no moves, just simple speed." Xie Ying said to Wang Yuyan.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu could actually practice the martial arts that he had left out of evil intentions. But what made Xie Ying curious was, what happened to make him make such a decision?

Not to mention Xie Ying's doubts, Ding Chunqiu was sweating coldly at this time, because his opponent's swords were all pointing at his vital points, and he had to do his best to resist.

With such a consumption of skill and energy, I really can't hold on for long.

"Excellent swordsmanship, the secret skills of the Gusu Murong family are indeed extraordinary." Ding Chunqiu praised, but there was some ridicule in his words.

He knew that the Murong family's special skills include Shen Zhi and Dou Zhuan Xing Yuan, but he definitely did not have this weird sword technique, so he wanted to use these words to influence Murong Fu.

"No matter what martial arts it is, as long as it can defeat others, it is good martial arts." Of course Murong Fu understood what Ding Chunqiu meant, but he had practiced it and was afraid of what others would say.

A few brave ones even walked up to Ding Chunqiu and wanted to offer words of comfort. As a result, Ding Chunqiu was angered and a poisonous fire was thrown at them.

"Is this kid looking for death?"

"I actually learned Nan Murong's clever trick today." Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, then his whole body was shaken, and a large amount of smoke spurted out from his body.

"Hiss." Ding Chunqiu felt a sharp pain in his palm, and then a finger force fell directly on his chest through his palm.

Wu Yazi nodded and asked: "Xuannan, that's very good. But which of your disciples is Hui Yin?"

The Xiaoyao sect disciple who was still praising Old Immortal Xingxiu loudly fell silent instantly.

Xie Ying saw the poisonous mist spreading towards him and quickly waved his palm to blow away the poisonous mist. Although he was not afraid of poison, others would still be poisoned.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu had already covered his chest with his left hand, and his right palm fell to his side, dripping with blood. He didn't look in a good condition.

Ding Chunqiu's face couldn't help but twitch when he saw the Xingxiu Sect's appearance.

"Little monk Xuannan." Xuannan said respectfully.

Xuannan replied: "Senior, Hui Yin is not a disciple of the three of us, he is a disciple of senior brother Xuancheng."

Everyone in the world knew that Ding Chunqiu was good at making poisons, and his methods of using poisons were also very strange. When they saw the smoke on his body, they all took a few steps back to avoid being poisoned. The same was true for Murong Fu. He stepped back quickly to avoid being contaminated by the poison.

fog.

He was hit by Xie Ying before, and he thought it was because he didn't try his best. Only after he was hit with a finger of Zen just now did he realize that this little monk had always been in vain with him before. Even if he knew that he was not as good as him, his pride would not allow him to admit it.

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The other disciples of the Xingxiu Sect did not dare to speak for a moment. When one of the disciples dropped the flag in his hand, they ran down the mountain. Others followed suit and threw the flag embroidered with "Xingxiu Old Immortal" on the ground, and stepped on it a few times.

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"Shaolin Temple has high righteousness." Wu Yazi said with a smile, "I wonder which master this master is from? Maybe I even know him! I had a good relationship with the Lingmen master of Shaolin Temple, and I also know many eminent monks of the Ling generation.

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The One Finger Zen penetrated the poisonous mist and directly touched Ding Chunqiu's palm. Whether it was his body-protecting Qi or the poisonous gas, everything under the One Finger Zen was like a layer of window paper.

"If Master Ding fails in front of others, he will find it in his own disciples. Such a situation will naturally lead to betrayal and separation." Xie Ying asked with a sneer.

Xie Ying didn't waste any time and pointed directly at his palm. This finger was not an ordinary move, but the first finger in Shaolin - One Finger Zen.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be an old friend of his ancestors, so he clasped his hands to Wu Yazi and said, "The young monk is a disciple of Master Lingmen. It turns out that the senior is the one in front."

Ding Chunqiu was about to escape while everyone was blocked by the smoke, but he didn't expect a young monk to jump in on his own initiative.

Xie Ying waved her sleeves and sent out a palm on both sides. The strong palm power turned into two gusts of wind and dispersed the poisonous mist.

Then he said to Wu Yazi: "Originally, I thought that Miss Wang alone should be able to deal with this rebellious senior, and I didn't want Mr. Murong to take action. Then I thought that his whole body was highly poisonous and that Miss Wang might not be able to handle it, so I decided to do it for him.

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Wu Yazi looked at Ding Chunqiu sitting down on the spot, and the evil anger in his heart was vented.

Xuannan on the side also clasped his hands and said: "As a fellow martial artist, I in the Shaolin Temple also hate those who deceive the master and destroy the ancestors. I will report to the abbot what Huiyin did when I get back."

"Hui Yin, you did a good job. If it weren't for your help, this traitor would have escaped. I don't know how much effort it will take to catch him back."

Xie Ying replied: "It doesn't matter, I'm just helping senior Wuyazi keep you. As for who is better in martial arts between you and me, I don't care."

"These are all things that should be done." Xie Ying clasped his hands and replied.

XuanNan instantly sat up. He knew that Su Xinghe was close to himself in age, so his master was naturally a senior.

"Thank you so much, little holy monk, for your help." Su Xinghe immediately clasped his fists in thanks, and the eight friends of Hangu behind him also clasped their fists in thanks.

"Pfft! One-finger Zen?" Ding Chunqiu vomited blood and then said.

Ding Chunqiu slapped him nonchalantly, as long as he stopped the opponent for a moment, his poison would knock him down.

Although Xie Ying has not put much effort into practicing this martial art, he can exert far greater power than other fingering techniques just by relying on his internal strength.

"Loss? It's just that you took turns fighting me and wasted my energy. Fighting alone, you are no match for me." Ding Chunqiu looked at Xie Ying and said slowly.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yazi was also interested in seeing an old friend's disciple in front of him. "You are a disciple of Lingmen. I remember that he has three disciples, Xuanci, Xuannan, and Xuanji. Which one are you?"

"How can it be so easy to escape?" Xie Ying suddenly shouted, and then jumped into the poisonous mist.

"Xuan Cheng, that is the most talented person in your Shaolin Temple, and now he is the abbot?" Wu Yazi had heard of Xu Cheng, so he asked this question.

"Senior Brother Xuancheng, hey! Now the abbot is Senior Brother Xuanci." Xuannan did not say anything about Xuancheng's situation. After all, this is a matter of the Shaolin Temple. Even if Wu Yazi is an old friend of his former master, it is difficult to talk to him.

Xie Ying also asked at the right time: "Senior, how are you going to deal with this Ding Chunqiu?"

"This traitor hurts Master, so let's kill him directly!" Su Xinghe said directly.
Chapter completed!