I, Ding Xiu, am the number one killer of Gu Long Martial Arts!

Chapter 387 A dead branch!
"The ninth level of Ming Yu Gong is the ultimate peak."

Hearing Shui Tianji's inquiry, Ding Xiu didn't hide it and immediately replied: "As long as you can practice it, your skin will be as transparent as jade when operating, and your skill will not evaporate outwards but will converge inward. Therefore, not only will your internal energy not be wasted when you attack, it will also be fine." Increase the skill, and the mystery of this skill can make the practitioner become younger and more beautiful, and stay youthful forever."

At first, Shui Tianji listened with rapt attention, but later, she quickly raised her hands to cover her ears. When Ding Xiu saw this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "What? You girl, you think my Mingyu Skill is so good. Unpalatable?"

"of course not!"

Shui Tianji released her hands covering her ears, shook her head and sighed softly: "I'm just afraid that if I continue to listen, in the end, I will really be tempted."

"is it?"

Ding Xiu asked: "What is the girl's plan now?"

"I just want to say two words to you now"

As Shui Tianji spoke, she turned around and left. When she was out of the hall, she suddenly looked back and smiled: "Goodbye!" At the same time as the words came out, the bead curtain fell down instantly, followed by a burst of wind blowing through her clothes. tiny sounds.

When Ding Xiu saw this, he didn't stop him and let Shui Tianji leave without him, just because he knew that one day, Shui Tianji would come to him with the secret knowledge inherited from White Water Palace.

After a while, Mr. Mulang had silently uttered all the inner formulas of the Dead Wood Kung Fu, placed it in front of Ding Xiu's desk, and said expressionlessly: "I hope you can keep it." After he sneered, he held it The secret book of the wedding dress magic and the gale ointment sent by Zi Yihou, turned around and left.

Ding Xiu glanced at it and had memorized all the mental formulas of the Dead Wood Technique. Then he handed the secret book to the little princess beside him, turned to look at the Dharma King Jiaxing, and asked: "What does the unknown Dharma King mean?"

"Amitabha!"

Jiaxing Dharma King meditated for a long time, clasped his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name softly, and said: "The donor's martial arts are indeed exquisite, and I admire him very much. However, the purpose of this trip to the Central Plains is to fight the Purple Clothes Marquis. All other things must come after this matter."

If ordinary people listened to Jiaxing Dharma King's words, they would think that he had refused, but Ding Xiu knew that Jiaxing Dharma King was more interested in martial arts than his life. He came from Tianzhu to the Central Plains and traveled thousands of miles just to fight against Zi Yihou. , this matter has become an obsession in his heart!

Before his obsession was solved, he had no intention of being distracted, but if he waited for the fight with Zi Yi Hou, he would definitely be unable to help but attack Ding Xiu and snatch the martial arts secrets from Ding Xiu.

In Ziyihou's Sutra Pavilion, it is clearly written that although this Jiaxing Dharma King from Tianzhu is a person with extraordinary martial arts, he is not a compassionate and eminent monk.

He is an ascetic, and what he is honing is not his compassionate nature, but the way of martial arts.

Therefore, at this moment, after rejecting Ding Xiu, Dharma King Jiaxing immediately turned to look at Zi Yihou: "The young monk has fought with others all his life, winning and never losing. I came here today because I want to compete with the best swordsman of our time. In martial arts, what does it feel like to fail? But I hope you will not hesitate to teach me!"

Unexpectedly, Zi Yihou smiled and said: "My martial arts skills have been neglected for a long time, how can I be the master's opponent? If the master wants to be defeated, he has really found the wrong person."

Dharma King Jiaxing said: "The donor is too humble. Although the place here is not spacious enough, it is enough for me to take action. How about asking the donor to give me some help?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Yihou shook his head and said in reply: "Everyone in the world knows that in the past twenty years, I have almost stopped using force. The master is a guest from afar, so I will never fight against the master."

Hearing these words, the withered and dark face of Jiaxing Dharma King changed color slightly. He was silent for a while and then slowly said: "Since the donor doesn't want it, how can the young monk force it?" As he spoke, he suddenly took off his linen clothes, revealing He picked up the withered body and took out the baggage. Inside the baggage was a hammer and dozens of three-inch long iron nails.

Everyone was puzzled when they saw the Dharma King Jiaxing holding a nail in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand. With a "ding" sound, he drove the nail into the flesh and said: "I can't get what I want. I have no choice. The young monk can only seek relief by himself."

As he said this, he kept using his hands. In an instant, he had driven in more than ten nails. The three-inch-long iron nails actually penetrated two inches into the flesh. However, Zi Yihou remained expressionless and only said: "If the Dharma King is like this, there is nothing I can do about it." He yawned, looking lazy, and nodded slightly to Ding Xiu. He was about to speak to end the meeting, but he never thought that at this moment, he suddenly I heard someone say loudly: "Master Hou, wait a minute. The villain has brought something. Please take a look at it."

The speaker was none other than Hu Buchou, a disciple of Qingping Swordsman Bai Sankong!
During this five-color sailing trip, what he brought was neither pearls and emeralds nor priceless ancient paintings and calligraphy, but a dead branch, which he presented to the Purple Marquis.

"Um?!"

Others could not see the strangeness in this dead branch, but Zi Yihou and Ding Xiu were exceptions.

"This is."

Zi Yihou's face, which seemed to be uninterested in anything, seemed to glow with a look that was hard to look at at this time, like a magic sword that had been covered in dust for a long time and was about to be unsheathed again and break the sky!

Others presented rare treasures, stunning beauties, the Imperial Master, the Purple-clothed Marquis without even bothering to look at them, and Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and calligraphy treasures. He could give them away casually, but he had been staring at this small piece of dead branch for a long time.

Everyone didn't know what the beauty of the dead branch was, or why Ziyihou was so fascinated by it. It wasn't until three or four cups of tea had passed that Ziyihou let out a long sigh and said: "What a brilliant swordsmanship! So fast." His swordsmanship! What a profound swordsmanship!"

This man, who was respected by people in the martial arts world as the number one swordsman at home and abroad, actually praised him three times in a row, which showed that this man who cut dead branches with his sword had extraordinary skills in swordsmanship. Hu Buchou couldn't help but feel even more worried. : "If even the Purple-clothed Marquis is no match for the white-clothed swordsman, what should we do?"

While he was worried, he suddenly saw Zi Yihou turning his head and handing the dead branch to Ding Xiu, and asked, "Brother Ding, what do you think?"

Ding Xiu took the dead branch in his hand, looked at it briefly, and said, "It's really a good swordsmanship."

Marquis Ziyi smiled and said: "It seems that someone who can penetrate Brother Ding's eyesight is really extraordinary. I wonder if Brother Ding would be interested in meeting him personally?"

"No need."

Ding Xiu waved his hand without hesitation and refused: "If it were before, it would be fine, but as the injury recovers, I no longer need such an opponent, but you, if you want to use this battle to realize the world again, you It’s also a good choice.”

"Thank you, Brother Ding, for the tip."

Upon hearing this, the Marquis in Purple Clothes slightly cupped his hands and nodded, then turned to ask Hu Buchou: "The person who cut off this dead branch was the man in white who crossed the sea to the east?"

Hu Buchou nodded and said, "Exactly."

Zi Yi Hou Xun Sheng asked again: "Where is this person now?"

Hu Buchou was overjoyed when he heard this and couldn't help but said: "Is Mr. Hou planning to take action?"

Zi Yihou said: "If I don't want to take action, what does his whereabouts have to do with me?"

After getting the answer he wanted, Hu Buchou could no longer suppress the surprise on his face. He was about to tell the whereabouts of the man in white, but he never thought that at this moment, he suddenly heard a roar like a cracked silk: "Wait a minute. !”

(End of this chapter)