Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 391, Retrograde Acupuncture
On the dark path by the forest, Siming Sanren blocked the way.

Song Yuhua knew he couldn't run away, so he just opened his mouth and cursed. "The apprentices you teach are dedicated to doing things that harm the morality. You don't blame yourself for not being strict with the disciples, but you come out to blame others."

"What this lady said is true." Siming Sanren stood up and walked towards the two of them without haste.

The two refused to be caught without a fight, and immediately drew their swords and joined forces to meet the enemy.

The two of them immediately found the kind of tacit understanding between the same door.The two swords swayed, one pierced the Sanren's face, the other pierced the Sanren's ribs, the coordination was almost perfect.In the dangerous situation, the swordsmanship of these two people also displayed the highest level in their lives.

It's a pity that Siming Sanren didn't even look at the opponent's weapon.Stretch out your finger and flick it lightly, "Dang—dang——", lightly shaking the two swords in the wrong direction.

With a swing of the handy shovel, he swung away the opponent's weapon, and thrust out abruptly with his left hand, first hitting Yang Ruoxi's acupuncture points, and then knocking Song Yuhua down.

Siming Sanren didn't say a word, he carried his weapons on his back, grabbed the two people who fell on the ground, and started to walk back.

Song and Yang, when they were first arrested, could still curse uninformed people, but soon they could not.

The cold wind blew across the face, causing pain on the face of the person.

Yang Ruoxi was very uncomfortable, but she couldn't cover her face with her hands.

Siming Sanren's acupressure method is very domineering, with just a light grasp, the two of them can't move.

Sanren held a large living person in one hand, walked effortlessly, and walked faster and faster.

His footsteps were not fast, but Yang Ruoxi saw that the scenery receded quickly in his eyes.She performed lightness kung fu by herself, and she had never reached this speed.It is really appalling that an old man can run so fast holding two big living people.

Siming Sanren not only runs on the ground, but occasionally when he encounters rough terrain, he will lead two people to use the lightness skill to leap, or step across the treetops.No matter what kind of road, what kind of danger, the old man is walking on the ground.

Yang Ruoxi gradually got used to the cold wind blowing in her face, she turned her head with difficulty, seeing the pain on Song Yuhua's face, she couldn't bear to think about it.

Yang Ruoxi's thoughts changed sharply, thinking hard about a good strategy.

If my group were captured in this wilderness, I'm afraid it would be a shock to heaven and earth.If you don't want to save yourself, you will only become fish on the chopping board.

It's Yang Ruoxi's self-proclaimed scheming, but she can't see clearly the depth of Siming Sanren, so she can't prescribe the right medicine.

While they were blowing the cold wind and thinking about ways to protect themselves, the hardships and obstacles they ran along the way had already been covered by Siming Sanren.

Yang Ruoxi opened her eyes, and returned to the dilapidated house.

The scattered people entered the house, threw them away, and threw the two of them to the side of a group of people.Several masters from the Southern Dynasties were all lying there.

Taoist Xixuan and others watched helplessly as Sanren captured the two women.Couldn't help but sigh, some people closed their eyes.

Sanren calmly threw the dry firewood into the remaining bonfire.Soon, the bonfire was lit again.

The Sanren still had that old demeanor, but in the eyes of everyone, this old man's appearance was already extremely ferocious.

"Let's talk about it." Siming Sanren sat down, his eyes swept around.

No one responded.

"If I can make the poor monk feel better, maybe I can spare your lives. Now, most of the poor monk's apprentices are gone. There must be a successor for the master's unique knowledge. Maybe I can still pick you which one."

Daoist Xixuan arrived with Dongting Yuweng and others, you are already ashamed, you know that this enmity cannot be resolved.

Song Yuhua was stubborn.He wanted to scold Sanren, but he couldn't move his acupuncture points.Just spit out the anger with your eyes.

The Sanren glanced around again with his eyes, then stood up and walked to the vicinity of several servants.

Several servants were so frightened that they closed their eyes.The four scattered people snorted in their noses.Pick up the handy shovel with one hand, dragging a person out of the crowd like poking a pet.

Casually unlocked the acupoint.The servant was so frightened that he closed his eyes and said nothing.

Siming Sanren smiled. "Close your eyes now, it's a bit late. Remember in the future, when you are afraid, don't open your eyes."

He paused before asking, "What's your name?"

This tall and strong servant is as weak as a child in the hands of the old Siming Mountain people.

The servant closed his eyes and said, "I, my name is Yang Jiu."

"Hmm—" Siming Sanren suddenly raised his voice. "Open your eyes."

The voice seemed to have magic power, Yang Jiu immediately opened his eyes in fright, and looked at the scattered people in surprise.

The Sanren walked up to the other servants, swung a handy shovel, and beat them down.

"Kla——Gulu Gulu——"

The two six-yang chiefs rolled around on the ground.

Yang Jiudeng trembled in shock.

Others in the room soon smelled a foul smell.

The scattered man turned his head and cast a glance at him, "If you don't tell the truth, you will be next."

A servant shouted, "Stop talking."

Sanren didn't turn his head back, and swung the shovel back in his hand.The person who had just spoken was silent.

Seeing that Sanren dealt with several companions lightly, Yang Jiu couldn't bear it any longer, and stammered what happened to him when he met Fat Toutuo.Finally, explain to yourself.

"Your lord has a lot of things, and we have nothing to do with Fat Master's matter. Your high-level martial arts are too high, and we can't get involved at all."

Siming Sanren snorted. "You deserve it too."

He pointed to several others.

"What are their surnames, and which family do they come from?"

Yang Jiu had already opened his mouth, and it was impossible to stop.

Yang Jiu told the identities of Taoist nun and Dongting Yuweng and others.He also talked about the origin of his young lady, Yang Ruoxi, and the relationship between Miss Yang and Song Yuhua, who belonged to the same school.

"What's the name of the teachers of these two young ladies?"

Yang Jiu shook his head and said, "We people have never heard of it.

The four scattered people were silent for a while, then swung their handy shovels and smashed Yang Jiu's head with one blow.

With the sound of collision sounded.Among the few people who fell on the ground, one suddenly jumped up.Grab the back of Ming Sanren's neck with both hands.

This man's face was ferocious, like a ghost.

There was no warning about her attack, her movements were as fast as lightning, and she was behind Siming Sanren in an instant.

It was Master Ma who shot.When her friend had an accident, she was bent on revenge.Now that the enemy is in front of her, she has already put life and death aside.

Master Ma secretly used the master's secret method to forcibly break through the acupoints.This method of retrograde bloodline is very overbearing.While unlocking the acupoints, Master Ma has already been seriously injured, and his martial arts will soon dissipate.

However, she has long given up any hope, and just wants to die with the enemy.

After reversing the blood and opening the acupoints, she finally waited for the opportunity.Master Ma didn't hesitate, and immediately launched an attack.
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