Great Song catcher

Chapter 42
Nie Feng only felt that the meridians in his body were filled with a very powerful force, like a flood breaking a bank, which was difficult to suppress.

If he doesn't find a way to vent it out as soon as possible, I'm afraid it won't take long for this force to explode his body!
With this in mind, Nie Feng couldn't care less about anything else.

As he flew into the hospital, he unleashed a set of the most common Flying Tiger Fist.

This set of martial arts in Jianghu belongs to the second-rate martial arts of the rotten street. Only beginners can practice it when they are struggling. But now in the hands of Nie Feng, it has turned decay into magic and radiated a new brilliance. .

Under the scorching fire, the entire catcher's room has become like a fire cave, making it difficult to breathe.

But Nie Feng felt more and more comfortable, his true energy flowed unimpeded, and his moves were extremely handy, not inferior to the top martial arts of those famous schools at all.

What surprised Nie Feng even more was that even the hidden injuries to the meridians in his body had been healed by this force.

"The mighty heaven and earth, only my Nine Suns..."

The old man stood at the door and looked at Nie Feng, muttering to himself: "It is indeed the invincible skill handed down from the ancient martial arts holy land. It seems that God really used my hand to pass on this magical skill to future generations..."

"Thank you, senior, for passing on your skills!"

At this time, Nie Feng's body has recovered calmness, and his true energy has reached the state of being able to flow freely. Now Nie Feng has the power to fight even if he encounters a master of the innate extreme state.

Even if you can't win, you won't lose either!
"Everything is fate!"

The old man shook his head and said: "After I got this set of mental methods back then, I exhausted my whole life's effort and couldn't achieve anything, but today I got your hands, and in just half an hour, I have already glimpsed the door. All of this is God's will. That's why."

"Senior, what's the name of this mental method?"

Nie Feng felt the surging power circulating in his body, he believed that this set of exercises was by no means just an ordinary method of healing and cultivating the mind, as the old man said.

"This set of exercises is a remnant of ancient martial arts. If you can get the follow-up exercises in the future, you will naturally know its name. Otherwise, you should practice it as ordinary internal exercises."

"An ancient technique?"

Nie Feng's heart was shocked, this time he owed a lot of favors!

You must know that there is absolutely no ordinary thing that can be close to the word "ancient". Even if it was ordinary in ancient times, it is extremely precious in today's era.

ancient times.

It was an extremely glorious golden age of martial arts, thousands of years ago!
Among the nine great sword sects, Qingfeng Jianlu received the inheritance from the ancient sword sect, and Hengshan Sword Sect was able to leap from a small sect that was about to perish to become the top sect in the world.

"God has borrowed my hand to teach you this method of mind, and I hope that you will uphold the righteous way in the future and punish all the treacherous and evil people in the world. If you use this to dominate the rivers and lakes, God's punishment will come and make your soul fly away!" The old man said again. He solemnly warned Nie Feng.

"Follow the teachings of the seniors!" Nie Feng cupped his hands.

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It was almost dusk.

The wind is evil and the clouds are sinking, and the mountains and rain are about to come.

In the dilapidated temple, there were dense cobwebs, and Nie Feng was sitting on the straw, with a raging bonfire burning in front of him.

It has been two days since he left Qingyang Town, and he is less than a hundred miles away from Youzhou City. With his footsteps, he should be able to return to Youzhou at noon tomorrow.

By that time, he will be a justifiable yellow-level police officer!

Thinking about it, Nie Feng touched the package beside him.

The things stored there are the weapons of the three of Can Jian and the others, plus the certificate from the local government, no one can find a reason to prevent him from advancing.

However, at this moment, Nie Feng suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from outside.

"someone is coming!"

Nie Feng frowned, and he had already held the Bi Liu sword in his hand.

After a while, a thin figure came in from the outside.

It turned out to be a middle-aged monk in cassock, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand!
"Amitabha, is Your Excellency Nie Feng of the Six Doors?"

After the middle-aged monk came in, he saluted Nie Feng slightly and asked with a warm smile.

"This is Nie Feng."

Nie Feng said coldly, although this person is wearing a monk's robe, he doesn't have the slightest compassion of a monk, instead there is a fierce gleam between his brows.

Not kind...

"It's good, it's good, Your Excellency is really Catcher Nie, and it's not in vain that the poor monk followed him all the way."

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, and the smile on his face was even wider.

"Master, if you have anything to say, you might as well get to the point and say it directly. Why do you have to be aggressive here!" Nie Feng slowly stood up from the ground, staring at him with eyes like lightning.

"The poor monk was entrusted by someone, and wanted to ask Detective Nie to go to a place quickly and meet someone."

"Where? Who?" Nie Feng asked lightly.

"Western Heaven! Tathagata!"

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged monk suddenly raised his hand, and his attack was as swift as a gust of wind. The Buddhist beads in his hand made a sound of piercing wind, flashed a crimson light, and slammed towards Nie Feng's head!

Fortunately, Nie Feng had already taken precautions. The moment the middle-aged monk made his move, he had already cast Cloud Walk and walked around behind him.

But the middle-aged monk turned his wrist, and the Buddhist beads glowing red in his hand cut across his waist towards Nie Feng again!

The momentum is like thunder!

The Buddha beads made of pig iron seemed to be nothing in his hands, and they danced like rain and wind, with rainbow shadows covering the sky and covering the sky, covering all of Nie Feng's three feet around.

But Nie Feng didn't show the slightest fear, his figure was like flowing clouds, moving with the wind, no matter how violent the middle-aged monk's attacks were, he still couldn't touch the corner of Nie Feng's clothes, instead, his body was covered by Nie Feng. The green willow sword pierced out a series of bloodstains.

"Captain Nie is really good at it!"

The middle-aged monk suddenly stopped attacking, a crazily grin appeared at the corner of his mouth, his body shook suddenly, golden light flashed, the cassock on his upper body instantly shattered, and the strong wind hurt his face.

"Are you from the Yasha Gate?"

Nie Feng held the sword in one hand, looked at the middle-aged monk and asked.

"That's right, this seat is the Immortal King Kong, one of the nineteen rakshasas of the Yaksha Gate!"

"Are you the Immortal Vajra Dharma Wisdom?"

Nie Feng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect this inconspicuous little monk to be one of the nineteen Rakshasa in the Yaksha Gate!

Although the Yashamen is a killer organization, the masters in the school are not weaker than any of the top sects in the rivers and lakes, and the Nineteen Rakshasa is the leader among them.

There are 19 people in the Nineteenth Rakshasa. It is said that as long as they make a move, no one in the world can escape the pursuit. They will come to harvest your life just like the legendary Rakshasa.

"Boss Nie is already proud enough. You must know that in the past 30 years, this is the first time that our Nineteenth Rakshasa has dealt with warriors in the Qi Sea Realm. This is an extraordinary honor!"

(End of this chapter)