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Chapter 113 Using Hands as Swords
###113 Use your hand as a sword
"An Lang, you are still too young."

As soon as the conversation changed, An Lang had a circle of silk thread on his hand.Xiaoyu heard that the master only had a life span of more than 20 days, and then thought that she woke up before him, clearly robbing the master of the chance to survive.

I felt extremely depressed and in severe pain.Obviously knowing who will wake up first is a destiny, even An Zhuyan has no way to know in advance, but she still regrets waking up before Ye Xiaolou.

Even though the two of them are so close now, they are still separated by water, speechless.

If I had known it would be so heartbreaking, it would be better not to wake up and just fall asleep like him, and there would be no worries at all.

What he was thinking was exactly what Xiaoyu was thinking, and what he was thinking was exactly what Xiaoyu was thinking.

The love is so sincere that the energy and blood rush to the heart for a moment.A stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, spurting out like a pillar.

The golden thread spins around like a luan and a phoenix singing in harmony in the clouds.

A stream of golden thread flew out and wrapped around Xiaoyu's wrist, then she tapped it lightly.An Lang's face instantly turned pale.

It turned out to be her.

With the Token of the Six Extremes in his body and the seal of the Token of Confusing Demons, An Zhuyan only now knows that Xiaoyu's skills are truly extraordinary.And he, of course, has never seen it before. If Xiaoyu is really the hall master, this hidden skill should have peerless martial arts, but compared with this level of cultivation, her age seems too old. A little smaller.

Yes, it was these superficial things that confused his judgment.An Zhuyan suddenly woke up.

Wu Guisheng looks like he is only 35, and he should be older than his father. Looking at his martial arts, he may have been practicing for nearly a hundred years.

For a monk, a hundred years is but a fleeting moment, so it is only natural that no trace of time can be seen on his face.

But Xiaoyu is different, she is too young, no one at this age can practice such a fake breath-holding technique.

While thinking about it, Wu Guisheng made a move, lightly twisting his fingertips, and quickly bent the golden thread.

A pull on the wrist was followed by a secret sigh, full of emotions.

An Zhuyan has been patient for a long time. Now that he has confirmed Ye Xiaoyu's identity as the hall master, he no longer has any scruples.

An Zhuyan was very dissatisfied with Wuguisheng's uninvited appearance, and he later talked about a lot of things between his parents.Thinking that such an old and immortal person had actually slept in the same bed with his mother, treated her calmly, and kept saying that he could be his father.I was already dissatisfied in my heart, but I just tried to force myself to be nice.

For the two people in the tent to endure this far, they have reached their limit.There is no need to endure it now.

"Her skills." Wu Guisheng frowned and muttered.

An Zhuyan said nothing, retracted the golden thread, swept his left palm across, and hit Wu Guisheng's cheek directly.

"The An family is indeed a sneaky guy."

This move's palm wind was weird. An Zhuyan rarely used close-range techniques. Wu Guisheng suffered a loss and could only take half a step back. This step moved the tent.

There was a rustle in the wind, Xiaoyu struck out from the side, and An Zhuyan saw this and struck out with another palm.

Three consecutive palm strikes were directed towards Wu Guisheng's left side and forward.

Wu Guisheng had no choice but to use his palms to greet each other. The three palms came at the same time. With Wu Guisheng's cultivation, it was not difficult to block these three palms. However, if he had to block the three palms from the sudden wind at the same time, he could not hurt his left hand. The person on the side is really a bit reluctant.

He simply faced An Zhuyan with both palms.

Although An Zhuyan's palm wind was blocked, Xiaoyu's attack seemed light but had hidden secrets.

His left arm was numb and tingling, as if countless sparks were burning under his skin.

"Stop." Wu Guisheng shouted.

"This palm is to let you know not to speak ill of his mother in front of others."

"Shut up. I don't allow anyone to say bad things about your mother, and I certainly won't say it myself." An Zhuyan sneered: "Sometimes the person who speaks doesn't mean it, and sometimes the truth is more disgusting than lies. "

"Hahahahaha."

Wu Guisheng laughed, and Xiaoyu said angrily: "Why did you break into Xunwu Pavilion? If there is anything wrong with my master, I will never let you go."

"Little girl, do you know who I am? And what is your identity?"

Xiaoyu was at a loss, only knew that this person's voice was not clear, he was probably an enemy rather than a friend, but he was only defending and probing, he had no intention of attacking, and he didn't understand.

Looking at An Zhuyan's face again, it turned green and white, with a hint of pink flashing across it, and he became even more confused.

"I don't want to know who you are, but of course I know who I am."

Xiaoyu raised his head and said.

"What a spirit. He really has the style of our Liuji Hall."

"What?" Xiaoyu was stunned, "What do you mean by Liuji Hall?"

There is an organization on the land called Liujitang. You must avoid that group of people no matter what. They will never show mercy when hunting down foreigners. No matter they are good or evil, they will chase them to the end of the world and will not let go of a foreigner.

To people on land, people underwater are not people at all.In their hearts, we will always be monsters and monsters, the embodiment of evil, and the people of Liujitang are the swords of the land people. They kill the water tribe without blinking an eye.

"Liuji Hall, Liuji Hall." Xiaoyu's whole body was so hot that it felt like it was about to burst.

There was no color in his lips, but his face was getting redder and redder, and his eyes were like hot iron.

"Miss Xiaoyu, are you okay?" An Zhuyan's golden threads flew out of his sleeves again, but this time, Xiaoyu waved his hand and broke them into flowers, which fell on Ye Xiaolou's shoulders.

Just hearing a series of sounds of coughing up blood, Ye Xiaolou spat out blood, staining Xiaoyu's body red.

Wu Guisheng said sternly: "That's too bad."

An Zhuyan was at a loss as to why Ye Xiaolou's condition was out of his control time and time again, almost every time it was beyond his expectation.

"I just said that Anjia has great medical skills, but he just doesn't know how to save people."

"You know how to save? Then you save!"

An Zhuyan was really helpless. Wu Guisheng rushed forward and leaned over to check Ye Xiaolou's injuries. Xiaoyu thought that he was going to harm Ye Xiaolou, so he struck out with a palm, like the wind of a sword.

"Use your hand as a sword, the hall master has good skills."

Xiaoyu couldn't hear what he was saying at all, so she hugged Ye Xiaolou with both hands. Seeing him vomiting again and again, she was so anxious that she was at a loss and unable to shed tears.

Just when Xiaoyu was in unbearable grief and crying like a hell dog, Ye Xiaolou suddenly said: "Why are you screaming? I won't vomit the blood after I vomit it. What's there to be sad about?"

Xiaoyu said: "Master, master, you finally woke up. Master, don't die, you can't die." As he said this, he hugged Ye Xiaolou tightly in front of him.

Ye Xiaolou broke away, their white clothes were dyed blood red, and the bed tent was filled with the color of a good night in the wedding room.

No ghosts lament.

An Zhuyan turned around.

Don't look at evil, since he can't cure these two people now, looking at it further, it is really not a gentleman.

(End of this chapter)