The heavens start from the Siheyuan electrician

Chapter 220
Wudang Bayuan Dao is one of the only two martial arts in Wudang basic martial arts.

Seeing the two holding long knives, Li En instantly recognized them. He frowned when he heard what the other party said in front of him.

"Otherwise, so what?"

"Hmph, what's up?"

There was a fierce light in the eyes of a dark-skinned man with a big beard. He didn't look like a Taoist priest who practiced purely, but a beast in human skin.

"I like other people's women the most. There are many dense forests at the bottom of Wudang Mountain. If you don't know how to praise, you will be shameless. Hey, life on the mountain is hard, brothers must enjoy it."

The bearded man had a sneer on his face: "However, my brother is very good at playing, and when the time comes, I will borrow it from your pretty maid. It's hard to say whether it will be life or death after it is used up."

"Brother, why are you talking nonsense with him?"

Another man who is similar to him with nine points and looks like a twin raised the knife in his hand impatiently: "Hand over your number plate now, and we brothers will spare your life, or your legs will be cut off after you go down the mountain." Cut it off, let's play those little girls of yours to death and see how you live."

"How brave!"

A cold light flashed in Li En's eyes, and the corners of the mouths of the two men with knives sneered, but the next moment a deep look of surprise flashed across their faces.

"Snapped!"

The figure was like the wind, and the distance of ten meters flashed in an instant. Two twin brothers who had mastered the practice of [Qingsong Jin] from the [Wudang Eight-Yuan Knife] family were hit in the face without even reacting, and they flew out fiercely.

The huge force knocked his mind into a trance, and a thought was still echoing in his mind before he was knocked away.

'This person, how so fast! '

[Lifting Technique] [Walking Mud Step] [Tan Leg] [Mianzhang] [Tiyun Zong] plus some internal force brought by the two sword techniques and martial arts, and the internal force transformed into [Pure Yang Gong] pure Yang Qi, It has made Li En's speed reach a terrifying speed.

Even if it is not enough to look at in front of the real masters of the rivers and lakes, even if [Ti Yunzong] has not yet completed his cultivation.

However, it is far from being comparable to these two black-bearded men who have just mastered two basic martial arts and only have some fighting power because of the tacit cooperation of the twins.

Within ten meters, Li En's speed exploded. Their eyes could see, but their bodies... couldn't react.

"Boom bang..."

The figures of the two were blown away like rags and fell to the ground. The whole world became blurred in their eyes, and they couldn't feel the pain when they were spinning around for a while.

In the blur, a figure approached swiftly.

"Dare to be so arrogant and act fierce in the Wudang faction, someone asked you to come here, right?"

Li En picked up the two men and threw them one by one to the side of the tree. First, he slapped the man with the smelly mouth until he fainted. Then he put his feet on the other man's chest and ravaged him fiercely. He narrowed his eyes and approached the man who was beaten. With a swollen face, he opened his mouth coldly.

"you……"

The man only felt that the soles of his feet on his chest were as heavy as a mountain. Under the chest tightness, the world in his eyes finally regained a little sobriety, but he couldn't believe it when he looked at the person in front of him.

There are only thick questions in my mind that are constantly reverberating: this speed, this skill, how is it possible...

He couldn't believe it at all, that a fringe disciple who had always kept his face hidden among the disciples of the Waiwutang, who never showed his face a few times, actually had such a skill.

When everyone first entered the foreign martial arts hall, as they chose different martial arts and were taken away in batches, they naturally divided into different groups.

Among them, [Qingsong Jin] has the most people, [Mianzhang] is the most profound, and [Wudang Sixteen Swords] and [Wudang Eight-Yuan Sword] have the strongest attack power. The four faintly become the most conspicuous group among many practitioners.

Naturally, these people also have a sense of superiority, and those who feel that other exercises are marginalized people are not worth mentioning.

Originally, these thoughts were nothing, but with the arrival of the practice time, seeing that everyone was going down the mountain, the Wudang faction even organized a [Martial Arts Tournament], and the reward was still a superb martial arts, how could these people not be moved .

From the moment they got the news, I don't know how many secret fights have taken place, but this result seems to be what the Wudang faction is willing to see, and no one intervenes to stop it. Naturally, this kind of behavior also makes them more and more bold.

Finally, today, the result of the struggle has also emerged. Several small groups surrounded by several masters have steadily become the real contenders for the [Martial Arts Tournament].

Then they began to collect the number plates in other people's hands so that they could arrange people to fight against their own people. After that, they could do some random operations, whether it was directly admitting defeat or acting a little bit, they could better preserve the fighting power of the leader.

In this way, naturally whoever has more number plates will have an advantage.

Among the four groups, Hao Shuo sent them up as soon as they were notified, and those who were considered marginalized by them were naturally not in the scope of careful discussion, and directly forced to hand them over by force.

And use this method to suppress and subdue them to increase their own strength.

As for the thoughts of the robbed people——for them, it doesn't matter.

They just need to guarantee that the reward for this competition is their own.

It's just that what the bearded brothers never expected was that there was such a monster hidden in this group of marginalized people.

A face-to-face defeat of the two brothers, without the power to resist, this combat power...

The bearded man felt that those disciples who were surrounded and wanted to take the first place seemed like a joke...

"what……"

You had just uttered the words, before the bearded man came back to his senses, a sharp pain suddenly came from his arm. He turned his head and saw that the tendon on his left arm seemed to be broken by Li En's hand.

The severe pain went straight to the heart, and the bearded man was covered in cold sweat from the pain.

"answer my question."

Li En was not moved at all, but his voice became more and more cold in the ears of the bearded man.

"I said, it was Zhao Chuxiong, the eight-yuan knife disciple, who asked us to do this. He tried to inquire about every disciple with a number plate, and then let us be responsible for snatching it back, in order to get [Zhenshan Iron Palm]!"

The bearded man's face was covered with sweat, and he decisively said everything he knew in an instant, and turned to look at Li En beggingly: "Go around me...ah!!!!"

"I am a person who cannot be threatened. If you threaten me, you will naturally have to pay the price."

Li En let go of the broken arm, and while the bearded man was screaming in pain, he continued to break his right hand, and then stepped on the hands of the bearded man who was unconscious on the ground, severely breaking the bones.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Painful roars continued to come from the two mouths. Li En hesitated for a moment. This is the Wudang Mountain Gate. It would be too much to kill people directly or to cripple his legs. He doesn't want to be too vigilant now.

After thinking about it, I made a note for the time being, and threw the two whining bearded beards to the side of the road where no one passed by for some reason, performed lightness kung fu, and disappeared in a flash.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

With the howling of the wind, Li En used his lightness kung fu very quickly, and he saw his small courtyard in just a moment, but the two disciples from the foreign martial arts hall who were holding knives and chatting with each other in front of the door gave him a cold look.

"Whoosh."

The wind howled, as fast as light and shadow, and before the two Eight Yuan Sword disciples had time to react, Li En slapped him with one palm and fell to the ground.

Li En used [Mianzhang] kung fu for this palm, and the two of them fell to the ground and bled from the corners of their mouths. They could only growl in pain, but had no strength to stand up.

Nian was in Wudang, Li En didn't use his gun or his full strength.

"Whoosh."

After dealing with the two standing outside the door, Li En rushed directly into the courtyard from the roof, his eyes suddenly glanced around, and he was relieved when he saw that only the five little maids were there.

"Master, you are back."

Some flustered little maids ran over to surround him when they saw him coming, Li En nodded: "Did someone come in just now?"

"Someone knocked on the door just now and asked if the master was there. We said no, so they stayed outside and no one came in."

Amethyst, the youngest in the grade, quickly spoke, and Hong Yiyi, the oldest, also nodded quickly: "But they are all holding knives, and we are all afraid of the vicious ones."

"That's right, we were so scared that we hid in the room and didn't dare to come out."

"I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I didn't go, ah, it's broken, I have to go to the bathroom."

A few girls chattered and confide, while the green hairpin covered their buttocks, they ran to the backyard in a hurry, but then a head popped out from the courtyard door: "Master, go to the bathroom now, it's all right."

Following Li En's side, many of their words gradually changed.

Li En smiled, followed by jumping, jumped to the top of the wall and glanced around. Except for the two at the door, no one else smiled and nodded: "It's all right, let's go."

"Okay, ah, I have to go to the bathroom."

The second-oldest green hairpin hurriedly ran to the bathroom clutching her butt after hearing the words. Li En smiled and waited on the wall for her to come back before eating together.

After a short lunch break, Li En, who had recovered, went straight to Taoist Master Qingxu's residence.

The eight-yuandao disciple lying at the door and the eight-yuandao brother lying on the road had already been carried away, and Li En was not disturbed during the whole process.

The wind and waves along the way were calm, and the path leading to the courtyard was still so quiet, as if nothing had happened.

"Please inform Elder Qingxu, Li En from the Waiwu Hall, please see me."

Standing outside the gate of Elder Qingxu's courtyard and speaking to the doorman, Li En stood outside the gate and waited.

After a while, the doorman left and returned.

"The elder said that if he wants this group of disciples from the Waiwutang, others want it too. Don't worry too much. You can do what others can do."

Dao Tong brought a word, Li En narrowed his eyes, slowly cupped his hands, turned and left.

"The No. [-] organization in the Wai Wu Tang controls the disciples of the Wai Wu Tang, and these Wudang elders control the No. [-] in the Wai Wu Tang... I should have thought of it earlier."

All the way back to the quiet room at home, the little maid in red lit sandalwood, and Li En meditated quietly in his heart.

[Zhenshan Iron Palm]...it's just bait.

Volunteers take the bait...

(End of this chapter)