The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 169 The Power of Thunder
Long Street and Rain Lane.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Zhuo clenched his right hand with lingering fear. Fortunately, except for the scorching marks left by the lightning strike, he didn't hurt his muscles or bones; I can't tell where.

Seeing that he was only slightly injured, Wang Xiaoshi heaved a sigh of relief, showing two rows of white and neat teeth, couldn't help laughing.

Su Mengzhen also looked away, seemingly relieved.

Bai Choufei looked complicated.

Di Fei lowered his head again in shock, as if a little disappointed.

Under the rainy atmosphere, many members of the "Mitian League" showed up and came out. After Guan Qi retreated, the six Holy Masters left without a trace. Instead, their brothers stayed behind and were beaten by the two. The men and horses of the powerful forces became the fish on the chopping board.

These people can only surrender, and then they will be divided up by "Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower" and "Six and a Half Hall".

Or, die.

Of course, this is no longer something Chen Zhuo has to worry about. He walked under the eaves and wanted to pick up the tung oil umbrella leaning against the wall. Something beyond your control.

Chen Zhuo glanced down at his palm, and the handle of the umbrella that was intact just now has been shortened.

Just when he was going to pick it up, the moment he touched it, the handle of the umbrella melted away like spring snow, so that he couldn't grab it.

Chen Zhuo's sharp eyes were fixed, and he put on his left hand calmly, holding the handle to hold the umbrella.

Now that the fight was over, he should have retreated and returned to Shenhou Mansion with Wuqing.

This time Guan Qi lost a hand, the "Mitian League" has no chance to stand up, even if there is, it is extremely difficult.

With no worries, the decisive battle between Liufenbantang and Jinfengxiyulou is about to come.

The Shenhou Mansion was a bit deserted, Tie Shou accompanied Zhuge Zheng and I went to play chess with the big player Liu Zhongfu.

Chen Zhuo got into his room, closed the windows and doors, crossed his knees on the ground, closed his eyes, sank his spiritual thoughts, and looked inside himself.

As he breathes in and out, every inch of flesh and veins in his body, together with his limbs and bones, are mobilized one after another, shaking and swaying gently in a rhythm, and the internal organs are no exception. Layers of ripples swayed, brushing over the whole body.

In a trance, Chen Zhuo only felt that the spiritual thoughts had sunk into his body, following those ripples, he quickly traveled among the veins, veins, bone marrow and internal organs.

He wants to detect changes in the body.

How did the umbrella handle disappear?
With his current strength, not to mention turning wood into powder, even gold and stone are like rubbing mud, but he obviously didn't use his inner strength just now, but how could the umbrella handle disappear.

As for the control of himself, Chen Zhuo is confident that he has already been meticulous, and he has controlled every bit of physical strength and energy just right, and he can't go wrong.

Time passed by, and I don't know how long it took, the black clouds outside the window gradually dispersed, and the rain also weakened.

It was getting late, and a soft "Huh" finally came from Chen Zhuo's body sitting cross-legged like a Buddha. His brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes slowly opened. Perceived vigor.

Really angry?

Chen Zhuo was a little dazed looking at it, but when he clenched his five fingers together to gather the energy in one place, a faint light of thunder burst out from his palm, like a firefly, causing his pupils to shrink.

"This is... the aura of thunder? Could it be that this kind of power is attracted by the addition of the sky thunder..."

While thinking about it, Chen Zhuo stretched his five fingers, mobilized his internal breath, and the qi of the five internal organs also changed accordingly, and those elusive qi mechanisms immediately retracted as if being pulled, and came towards his heart, lungs and five internal organs.

Before he could react in time, Chen Zhuo's shoulders trembled, and a line of burnt blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He was rarely moved.

This Qi mechanism seems to be weak, but its power is terrifying and astonishing, and it can be pulled together with his internal organs, which is really weird and powerful.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were uncertain, "It's a pity that it's too weak, like a rootless weed; moreover, it's so domineering, it's hard for the ordinary method of breathing and giving to grow, otherwise we can try to control it."

Although he has been able to attack without fail, since he saw Chu Xiangyu, Yuan Shisanxian, and Guan Qi's terrifying protective qi, the simple attack method seems to be somewhat limited.

Glancing at the sky outside, Chen Zhuo suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows and got up, suppressed his thoughts temporarily, and walked into the night.

……

At the beginning of Haishi, in a deserted courtyard in the capital.

A burst of quick footsteps came out from the light rain and plunged into the courtyard. The mud splashed from the heel of the boots stained the calves of the clothes.

In just ten or so breaths of time, there were already eight people standing in the dilapidated courtyard of the old house with dilapidated walls and overgrown grass.

The first ones came in were two craftsmen who walked the rivers and lakes, their clothes were worn out, torn and dirty, like those down-and-out people who couldn't eat enough to eat.

The two stood in the rain, covered in wet marks, looking back at the six people who were chasing them.

These six people are the six Holy Masters of the "Mitian League" who retreated in the Sanhe Building earlier.

The atmosphere was weird, and the two faced each other.

The great sage master Yan He asked in surprise: "Who are you guys? There has never been such a master in this league. Where did you come from?"

This person is nicknamed "Immortal Immortal", as his name suggests, he has a childlike face and white hair, a ruddy complexion, a dark blue robe covering a slightly strong body, full of energy, even better than a young man.

"Ha ha!"

The one laughing was a tall and tall young man with a dark complexion but bright eyes, wearing a plain green robe, he was also one of the two craftsmen, and he was the one who stopped Bai Shoufei during the day.

The young man rolled up the sleeves of his trouser legs, his exposed calf was already wet by the rain, and his pair of boots were also thrown on the road, standing barefoot.

He took a closer look at the six people, and suddenly smiled again, "Guan Qi is really unlucky, a group of confidantes, there is no one of his own, no matter how good his kung fu is, I am afraid he will lose."

Hearing this, the expressions of the six people became unnatural, except for one woman among them, the Second Holy Master "Luohua Wuying" Zhu Xiaoyao.

Zhu Xiaoyao had a slender waist and slightly narrow shoulders, raised her willow eyebrows, and asked sharply, "What do you mean by that?"

Yan Hefa coughed dryly, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I was originally from the 'Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower', and under the order of Lord Su, I sneaked into the Mitian League to hide and hibernate, so I joined the 'Mitian Seven Sages'."

One person started, and the remaining three holy masters and four holy masters also looked at each other, no longer covering up, "We were originally from the 'Six and a Half Hall', and we sneaked into the 'Mitian League' under the order of Hall Master Di. ' Acting, this time is also a plan that the two major forces have joined forces with the alliance, in order to attract Guan Qi and catch them all."

It turned out that one of these two people was named Ren Guishen and the other was named Deng Cangsheng, and they were the envoys of Liufenbantang.

As for the remaining five holy masters and six holy masters, they were covered in black robes, hid their heads and covered their faces, and did not show their true faces, let alone speak, but their vigilant posture did not belong to these two major forces, and there was a third party. .

The young man himself was a little dumbfounded, speechless, if he hadn't come all the way, paid attention secretly, and found many clues, he really couldn't see the way underneath, and the water in the capital was too deep.

"If Guan Qi sees such a scene, he doesn't know what he should think. The six confidantes, five are hidden pawns and eyes and ears inserted by other forces..."

He looked at Zhu Xiaoyao, "Where are you?"

Zhu Xiaoyao smiled lazily, as if it didn't matter which faction these people belonged to, she just raised her fair chin towards Yan He, "I'm with him, whoever he is, I belong to whom. "

After saying this, the six holy masters and the three forces all looked at the young man and another man with a sallow face.

"Having said so much, which party are you two from?"

That's why they came here. If there is no accident, Guan Qi is gone, Mitian League is gone, they should have returned to their respective forces, but the appearance of these two people had to pretend to be mysterious, so that they could follow up and find out Get to the bottom of it.

At the same time, eight figures suddenly squeezed out from the rainy night outside the courtyard.

Seeing these eight people, the faces of the eight people in the courtyard changed slightly, they were actually the "Eight Sword Kings" under Fang Yingkan's seat.

Not only that, but another person followed in behind, this person was wearing gray clothes and wearing a hat, carrying a burden, his body was thin and tall, as soon as he appeared, everyone looked serious and dignified, and felt that the air was much colder , Cold hands and feet.

The person who came was the Number Seven Under Heaven, Wen Xue'an.

There are also people, outside the courtyard, a charming and petite woman came with an umbrella, followed by many women who also held umbrellas, each with beautiful faces, but there was a murderous intention hidden under the umbrella.

It was Lei Mei, the "Third Hall Master" of Six and a Half Hall.

At the same time, a young, handsome, elegant young man in white clothes led a group of people and walked over from the other end, with a smile on his face and a mole on his forehead.

The identity of the visitor is also unusual, but it is Yang Wuxie, the Chief Manager of the Golden Wind and Rain Building.

"It doesn't matter which side the two of you belonged to before, the important thing is that you only need to know how to choose in the future."

Now that it is difficult for the "Mitian League" to stand up, the decisive battle between Jinfengdriyulou and Liufenbantang is about to begin, and what is lacking is naturally masters and talents to win over.

And the young man can compete with Bai Choufei, he seems to be an incredible master, of course he needs to fight for it.

The young man smiled unhurriedly, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he pointed behind them, "You have to ask him that."

The Seventh Under Heaven, the Eight Great Sword Kings, and the six Holy Masters, Lei Mei, Yang Wuxie, all looked back in unison.

But in the dark rainy night, a tall and thin ghost-like figure was standing quietly under an old tree, wrapped in black clothes like night, with a wide-brimmed rain hat on his head, his true face was invisible.

A hoarse voice sounded, "Didn't we agree to recruit people first?"

The young man was also a little helpless, and said with a wry smile: "I thought about it too, but halfway along the way, I realized that these six are all the hidden eyes and ears of other factions."

Hearing this answer, Soi Ying was silent for a while, and then walked out with his hands behind his back.

"It's really not your fault. The water in the capital is a bit muddy. It seems that we have to find another way to gain a foothold."

(End of this chapter)