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Xiao Yuesheng sighed, quite surprised, raised his right hand, pointed out with five fingers, and the five sword qi "sneered" and shot over, sealing its five directions, like a dark shooter. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, he used the six-vein divine sword, only as a fingering method, mostly to urge a yang finger force, and when the strength was shot, he no longer cared, and rarely really used it as a sword.

It's not that it can't, but it's not necessary, it's just when the fingering is used, the sword aura is fierce, and no one can stop it.

The old man didn't panic, took a step back, lifted his palms and flipped them, and pushed forward violently, and a few leaves on the ground suddenly flew up and shot in five directions.

"Bo ......" five crisp sounds, the leaves exploded, turning into five balls of powder and falling down.

Xiao Yuesheng was surprised, and stopped looking at him: "What kind of kung fu is this?"

The old man sneered, his body floated to him like a leaf, and he struck out his palm, whirring, and the palm wind swept like a violent wind.

Xiao Yuesheng dodged sideways, waved his five fingers, soft and graceful, like stroking the strings, with a faint smile on his face, revealing pleasure and amazement.

The old man frowned, took a step back, and the electric light burst out in his eyes: "Flower fingers?!"

Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands closed, blocked the door, and said with a slight smile: "Your Excellency's good vision is Shaolin's flower finger!"

He glanced at the old man, who was burly and strong, with tight muscles all over his body, he really didn't look like an old man, and his spirit was better than that of his prime.

The old man's eyes were like electricity, and he stepped forward and shouted, "Who are you kid?...... But Shaolin disciple?!"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, his tone was calm, and he had a homely tone: "If you ask others, tell yourself first, isn't it?...... Where is Your Excellency sacred, and what are you here for?"

"Qiao Sanhuai is inside?" the old man rolled his eyes and glanced inside the room.

Qiao Sanhuai came out of the house and said with a smile: "Who is looking for me?"

He came out from behind Xiao Yuesheng, saw the old man, and suddenly rejoiced: "Feng'er?...... Ah, you're not Feng'er!"

His joy dissipated, he rubbed his eyes, and looked at the old man in surprise: "Alas...... , you and Feng'er really look alike!"

Xiao Yuesheng's footsteps turned slightly, stepped forward and stood side by side with Qiao Sanhuai, and asked with a smile: "Gong Qiao, does he look very similar to the Qiao gang leader?"

"If it's not for the age difference, it's carved out of a mold!" Qiao Sanhuai stared at the old man, nodded and sighed.

Xiao Yuesheng squinted his eyes slightly, guessed the identity of the old man, and said lightly: "What is the relationship between Your Excellency and Gang Leader Qiao?...... is so similar, it is rare in the world, it is not Qiao's gang leader...... Biological father?"

"What did you say Guanlan?!" Qiao Sanhuai turned his head, his eyes widened, staring at Xiao Yuesheng in a daze, and his face changed greatly.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "Now there is a lot of rumor in the martial arts, saying that the Qiao gang leader was originally a Khitan, and Qiao Gong, you are only his adoptive father, I think it...... , this matter is not far from ten. ”

Qiao Sanhuai's face turned red, his lips trembled, and he said angrily: "Who is talking nonsense, Feng'er...... Feng'er is my own child!"

"Nonsense!" the old man suddenly let out a deep cry, and his voice was like thunder.

Qiao Sanhuai's body shook for a while, crumbling as if drunk, Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly stretched out his palm and pressed his vest, crossing an internal force to moisturize and repair his body.

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head to look at the old man, his brows furrowed, and he snorted disapprovingly: "Your Excellency relies on martial arts to bully people who don't know martial arts?!"

The old man's eyes were full of lightning, and his eyebrows were open, like an angry lion: "Lao Tzu doesn't care if he can martial arts, you get out of the way, if you meddle more, you will be slaughtered together!"

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head to Qiao Sanhuai and said, "Gong Qiao, the grace of nurturing is greater than the sky, even if you are not your own, the Qiao Gang Master will never deny you,...... Let's go back to the house and rest, I'll meet him for a while!"

Qiao Sanhuai turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of sorrow and worry.

Xiao Yuesheng sighed secretly in his heart, patted his gently trembling body, and said heavily: "Don't worry, the Qiao gang leader is chivalrous and filial!"

His expression was firm, and there was a soothing power in his voice, which was inexplicably calm, and I couldn't help but believe his words.

Qiao Sanhuai got better, nodded, and moved into the house, his figure was slightly rickety, and he suddenly aged a lot.

Xiao Yuesheng watched him leave, his face slowly sank, and he turned around slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking the old man up and down.

If it is not bad as expected, this person is Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng's biological parents.

"Are you here to kill Qiao Gong?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly, his tone cold.

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were like electricity, violent like fire, too lazy to talk nonsense, took a step forward, punched his chest, and shouted in a low voice: "If you look for death, the old man will fulfill you!"

Xiao Yuesheng drew an arc with his left palm, and his movements were fast, instantly encircling his fist in it, and then pulling it to the left.

As if an invisible ribbon was wrapped, Xiao Yuanshan's fist was deflected, hitting the empty space on the left, knowing that it was not good, the internal force was sharply retracted, and his legs sank, making a thousand catties fall, stopping the momentum of the forward rush.

His internal force was broken, and his next move was interrupted.

This is the strength of Taijiquan, Xiao Yuesheng has been slowly catching in the past few days, comprehending all kinds of moves in his mind, and gradually understanding Taijiquan.

Xiao Yuanshan took a step back and frowned: "Your surname is Murong?!"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, knowing that he mistook himself for Murong Fu, the way of the Murong family, and the way of giving to others, which was faintly similar to Taijiquan.

He smiled: "If you don't change your name, if you don't change your surname, Xiao Guanlan is also!"

Xiao Yuanshan nodded and waved his hand: "Okay, you are young and have such kung fu, but you are a hero...... I don't want to kill you, just get out of the way!"

Xiao Yuesheng laughed: "You want to kill Qiao Gong, but you can't, it's better to retreat, I won't kill you!"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered, his face full of impatience: "There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell, you come in, the old man is ruthless, take it!"

He said that he pushed it with a palm, but the palm was not happy, and he pushed it flat, simple and unpretentious.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, the palm power of this palm was condensed, as stable as a mountain, but it was to prevent himself from making Tai Chi Fist again.

Such a pure internal force is really rare, Fang Kan made the Six Veins Divine Sword by himself, he gave a little thumb on his left hand, and in the soft whistling sound, a sword qi shot out, shooting directly into his palm.

The other four fingers did not move, Ling turned his thumb, the sword qi was strong, vertical and horizontal, within a zhang in front of him, the strength was overflowing, the sword qi was strong, and the air seemed to be shattered.

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked, his body kept retreating, his hands were busy, and he smashed out one punch after another, whirring, resisting Xiao Yuesheng's sword qi.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed, and he had already figured out his exercise route, this punch method was fierce and powerful, and it was worth learning.

He stood in place, standing with his right hand, only the thumb of his left hand moved lightly, and his sword qi was vertical and horizontal, forcing Xiao Yuanshan to retreat.

After retreating two zhang away, Xiao Yuanshan stopped.

Xiao Yuesheng also stopped the six-vein divine sword, and this breath was unleashed, and the sword qi continued to gush out, and the internal force of a point was already exhausted.

Xiao Yuanshan took a long breath, his eyes were full of lightning, and he was surprised in his heart, what kind of martial arts is this, it is so wonderful?

Immediately, his heart was angry, the murderous machine was boiling, he kicked his foot violently, his big sleeves fluttered in front of him, and he rushed straight forward, wanting to fight closely, like a bat.

Xiao Yuesheng pressed the thumb of his left hand again, sneered, the whistle was muffled, and Sen Sen's sword qi broke through the air and hit his two big sleeves.

The sleeves turned into countless fragments and fell one after another, Xiao Yuanshan pierced out of the fragments, rushed straight to Xiao Yuesheng's approach, reached out with his right hand, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed it on the head.

The air seemed to be torn apart by his fingernails, hissing softly, and before his fingers arrived, his strength was already out, and he was grabbing Xiao Yuesheng's door.

Xiao Yuesheng's brows furrowed, no longer merciful, his right hand was gently raised to his chest, his index finger pointed out obliquely, and a sword qi broke out of his fingers and shot towards Xiao Yuanshan's palm, which was extremely fast and incoherent, and could not be dodged.

There was a soft "pop", a small hole appeared in the palm, and blood splashed everywhere.

Xiao Yuanshan snorted and retreated suddenly, as fast as an arrow.

When his body flew back in the air, his left fist slammed into it, and a huge internal force surged, like a mountain and a sea.

Xiao Yuesheng raised his right palm and slashed towards the void, and the formless and colorless knife qi slashed out, and there was a soft sound of "snort", like a torn cloth.

The mud and dust on the ground were rolled up, swirled, and then slowly settled, forming two small hills, each on the left and right sides of Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng was annoyed in his heart, a little under his feet, fluttering forward, looking leisurely, but a little faster than Xiao Yuanshan.

When Xiao Yuanshan saw it, he hurriedly retreated, and if he couldn't beat him, he would leave, he would not be sent to death.

Xiao Yuesheng urged the Divine Technique, chased it to within a zhang in a blink of an eye, waved his five fingers together, and the sword qi shot out, sneering.

Xiao Yuanshan's figure swayed from side to side, walking in the word "zigzag", elusive, but it was difficult to escape the sword qi, when he landed on the shoulder, two fingers were hit in the shoulder, blood splashed out, and the turban was beaten down, revealing a bare head.

Injured, Xiao Yuanshan's speed increased again, like a light smoke, and disappeared on the other side of the hill in a blink of an eye, Xiao Yuesheng didn't care about himself and stopped.

(To be continued)