Great Song catcher

Chapter 120
Nie Feng returned to Youzhou.

It's been half a month.

In the past ten days, Nie Feng has gained a lot in Changbai Feiyun Village.

The northern frontier army is the most elite army in the Song Dynasty, and the martial arts passed down in the army are also extremely lethal martial arts. Although it is not as advanced as the martial arts handed down by the famous schools, it is easy to learn and practice. In the shortest time, for maximum damage.

The only weapon he has now is the evil dragon halberd, but he doesn't know how to use a halberd, so he can only use the most basic chopping and slashing moves without the slightest technical content.

Later, although he transformed the moves of sacrifice swordsmanship into the halberd technique, the two are far from each other. It is okay when dealing with ordinary opponents, and even can see miraculous effects, but once he faces real masters, then his The moves are full of flaws, and it is easy to send your own life in.

So Nie Feng studied humbly in the Northern Army, and Wei Pingan didn't hide his secrets. He passed on all the general's halberd and long spear skills to him, and even his horizontal dragon spear technique was passed on to Nie Feng. The move is used as the last must-kill move.

Before leaving, Wei Pingan also gave him a gift.

Heiyun Pan Chi Gun!
It is made of black gold silk mixed with mithril and Burmese iron. It was the weapon Wei Pingan used when he joined the army in his early years, but after he got the dragon's blood flame gun, this weapon was collected by him.

Now it happened to be given to Nie Feng.

In the ring of secrets was a black cloud pan spear, and Nie Feng walked alone on the official road, feeling a little inexplicably surprised.

He and Wei Pingan just met for the first time, although they formed a friendship in the dead city, but there is no need for Wei Pingan to treat him so well?

Not only did he teach all the martial arts in the general, but he also passed on his own dragon spear skills to him, and also gave him the personal weapons he used in the early years. This seems to be more than an ordinary friend?

Nie Feng couldn't understand it.

After walking along the official road for an hour, the majestic Youzhou City came into view.

But right now.

A skinny middle-aged monk suddenly appeared in the middle of the road ahead, as if he was waiting for someone.

When Nie Feng saw the monk's face, he couldn't help but feel happy.

This is an old acquaintance...

"Monk Fahui, are you accepting business again?"

Nie Feng stepped forward with a smile and asked.

That's right.

This middle-aged monk is the Immortal Vajra Dharma Wisdom of the Nineteen Rakshasas of the Yaksha Gate!
On that day, Zhao Kang gave out several hundred taels of gold, and asked the killer of Yashamen to assassinate him.

It turned out that the first time was the dead man of Blood Moon, but in the end, not only did he not kill him, but it also helped him step into the innate realm.

The killer who came to the door for the second time was this Immortal Vajra Fahui.

It's a pity that it ended badly in the end. He was beaten half to death by Nie Feng in the ruined temple, and [-]% of his martial arts were ruined by Nie Feng. The "Void Son" of Huadao tried to save each other, and the nineteenth Rakshasa might be changed to the eighteenth Rakshasa.

"Amitabha……!"

Monk Fahui clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Master Nie's cultivation has become more and more profound, and the little monk can't match it."

Nie Feng looked him up and down a few times, his eyes were rather strange.

I don't know what method Yashamen used to make Fa Hui, who was seriously injured and dying, stand in front of him alive and well at this moment, and his cultivation has not regressed at all, but it is deeper than before.

"Great monk Fahui, you are standing here under the scorching sun, aren't you waiting for me?"

Nie Feng didn't mean to say it casually, but unexpectedly, Fa Hui nodded and said, "This little monk is waiting for Master Nie."

"Oh?"

Nie Feng raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "Could it be that the great monk wants to recover the loss he suffered under my hands?"

Fahui smiled wryly when she heard the words, shook her head and said, "My little monk still wants to stay in this vast world of mortals for a while longer, and I don't want to see the Buddha and his elders just yet."

"I guess you won't see the Buddha in this life, but it's probably not too far to see Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

After finishing speaking, Nie Feng sighed softly, glanced at the woods on both sides of the official road, and said softly: "Monk, tell the friends inside not to hide."

Nie Feng's voice did not finish.

I saw figures shaking in the woods, and soon three figures appeared beside Fa Hui.

A person was dressed in a white Taoist robe, about thirty years old, exuding a frightening cold air, which added a bit of coolness to this hot summer day.

"Ice turns into nothingness."

The other was a dwarf, about three feet tall, with a boyish face.

"Three-foot-divine dragon upstairs Kun!"

The last person looked like a scholar, holding a silver flute in his hand.

"The deadly scholar Song Qianli!"

"Master Nie, please be polite."

Song Qianli, the deadly scholar, cupped his hands slightly.

"Brother Song is too polite."

Nie Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. These four people are all top masters in the Yasha Sect, and belong to the nineteenth Rakshasa. If these four people attack him at the same time, even if his cultivation base has greatly increased now, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort. Hands and feet, if you are not careful, you will capsize in the gutter.

"What do you guys want to do, let's just say it!"

Nie Feng was ready to make a move.

The extreme sun magic skill was running slowly, and three rounds of zhenqi, like the shining sun, faintly appeared behind Nie Feng.

The three-foot-divine dragon upstairs Kun hurriedly waved his hands and said:

"Lord Nie, please don't get me wrong. We are just here to invite Lord Nie under orders. We hope that Lord Nie will honor you and go with us. I will guarantee with my life that the Yasha Sect has absolutely no hostility towards Lord Nie."

"Order?"

Nie Feng was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again: "Since the master of the Yasha sect invites you, how can I refuse to attend the appointment? Please lead the way!"

"You, how do you know it's the sect master...?" Upstairs Kun was very surprised.

"Brother Lou said that he was ordered to invite Nie. The entire Yasha Sect can give orders to you, who else but the Yasha Sect master?"

Nie Feng's understatement quickly solved the doubts in their hearts.

The Ice Transformation Dao Wu Wuzi on the side nodded and said:

"Master Nie is indeed a hero among men. Just by saying a word, he knows that we are here at the order of the head of the sect. The poor Taoist admires him very much."

"Master Nie, please!"

talking.

Fa Hui and the four of them immediately moved away and flew deep into the woods, but they ignored Nie Feng.

In fact, they did this on purpose, just to save Nie Feng's face.

Especially Song Qianli, a life-threatening scholar, who was born under the Diancang sect of the Eight Great Schools. He has a unique martial arts style of 72 silver butterfly and flute shadows.

He thought that although his martial arts were not as good as Nie Feng's, in terms of lightness kung fu, Song Qianli definitely belonged to the top level in the world.

But to his disappointment, Nie Feng's Liuyun footwork was no weaker than his Yindie bodywork. The whole person seemed to be walking on Liuyun, and no matter whether they slowed down or increased their speed, Nie Feng's distance was always the same as They were about five feet apart.

(End of this chapter)