Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 27 The butterfly flutters its wings and counts the black turtle

The figure appears to be middle-aged, with an ordinary face, short hair and no beard. He holds a rusty green copper ring in his left hand and a gourd of wine in his right hand.

Like a monk but not a monk, like a Tao but not a Tao.

It stands in the bamboo forest, and the swaying branches, floating bamboo leaves, and falling water drops behind it all seem to be stationary for a certain moment.

"My cheap disciple was given to you?"

The other person asked politely.

Smile humbly and warmly.

"Guijiazi?" Wu Meng asked uncertainly.

The other party nodded: "Of course."

Wu Meng fell into silence for a while.

This was an answer that was both expected and unexpected.

The other party did not bear the sword, which obviously ruled out the possibility of being Soul-Severing Shiro.

However, Kamekoko in the intelligence was ranked fourth on the Tiger List. Although he was already the top second-rate master, his momentum was an exaggeration.

In terms of momentum alone, compared to the Ghost Scorpion, it is as big as heaven and earth.

A speculation that was enough to make the entire world boil appeared in Wu Meng's mind.

Even though it’s incredible…

But obviously, Kamekoko has been promoted to the top class!

Seemingly seeing Wu Meng being silent, Guijiazi happily took a sip of wine and said to himself: "My disciple's name is Gui Scorpion. He just paid homage to me a few days ago. I called him here to pick up something, but he is nowhere to be seen." Return..."

"After all, we have been in love for a few days. If he doesn't come back, I have no choice but to come to seek justice."

Wu Meng looked solemn.

He didn't dare to neglect, he spread out his body skills and retreated.

Kamekoko's voice came from the other end, still calm and unhurried.

"You kill my disciple, and I will kill you. You should be convinced."

"If you die suddenly, the things inside will be considered ownerless. If I take the ownerless things, it will not be considered robbery."

shhhhhh!

Wu Mengshang didn't have time to respond to what the other party said, and a series of sharp sounds came along with the words.

They are pieces of slender bamboo leaves.

It was casually ingested by Kamekoko, and then popped out again, drawing green or yellow tracks in mid-air, heading straight for the vital point.

Pick leaves and fly flowers.

The signature technique of a top-notch master.

Through the infuriating energy coming out of the body, the flowers and leaves can be struck with the effect of gold, stone and darts, and the lethality is even better.

Seeing this move, Wu Meng no longer had the slightest doubt in his heart.

There was a major flaw in the Star Zhailing Pavilion's information, and Gui Jiazi was already a truly top-notch master.

what is this concept?

The opponent doesn't even need to show the 'Black Turtle Cover' that he is good at. Just by flying leaves and picking flowers with one hand, more than 90% of the second-rate masters will be defeated.

Of course, Wu Meng is not among the 90%.

Facing the scattered leaf shadows, he just moved lightly, his legs turned into several afterimages, and caught the flying leaves one by one.

This style is called "Sang Mang", the frequency is extraordinary, and the virtual and real are alternated.

This kick technique originally focused on killing, but was used by Wu Meng to dismantle him.

Between the ups and downs, the flying bamboo leaves were relieved of their strength and drifted into pieces.

Wu Meng's figure is surrounded by floating leaves, freehand.

Kamekoko raised his eyebrows slightly.

The smile that always hung on his face dissipated a bit unconsciously.

"My legs and feet are okay, so I'll help you remove them first."

Kamejiazi chuckled lightly and stepped into the air.

He seemed to be walking in broken steps, but the distance of ten feet was covered in one stride, and his speed was extremely fast.

Wherever he landed, there were residual patterns of turtle shells formed by condensation of true energy, lingering around.

Contrary to common sense, although he was practicing the Black Turtle Shield, the accompanying Qing Gong "Bagui Ferry" was among the fastest among the second-rate Qing Gong. Now that he has surpassed the first level and his skills have greatly increased, Baguidu can be fully utilized without worrying about consumption.

Wu Meng just glanced at it.

Thanks to the improvement of Jizi's calculation, he has turned the opponent's speed into data that can be calculated.

After another comparison, the stone he raised in his heart finally dropped a bit.

There is not much difference from the information collected in recent months, and even the speculations made. Without worrying about consumption, his current Qinggong can barely compete with the first-class masters.

If you take into account the various poisonous pills prepared, it is not difficult to escape from the first-rate men.

After all, there was a precedent of Song Moping escaping from King Xiao Qing.

Thinking of this, a bold idea came to Wu Meng's heart.

What is certain is that Kikako had a second-rate record a few months ago. It was obvious that he had just broken through to the first-rate level and was not considered a senior player.

The core techniques are defense and internal energy absorption, coupled with lightness skills that are not slow.

Opponents are often unable to fight even if they want to, and are unable to escape even if they want to, and are eventually consumed by them.

Wu Meng can now retreat at any time, and the true energy in his body is endless.

Being able to fight and retreat doesn't mean that you have the absolute initiative?

The name of First Class makes warriors tremble just by hearing it.

Wu Meng was no exception. His emotions based on common sense kept giving warnings, but his reason made him eager to try.

Wu Meng's mind was spinning and he made a decision in an instant.

I saw him suddenly flashing.

The rabbit jumped up and down, flew to the roof of the courtyard, stood on the edge of the eaves, and looked back at Guijiazi.

Gui Jiazi followed closely and smiled when he saw this: "Have you picked a good place? Once your hands and feet are removed, I will hang you on the eaves of this roof as you wish."

As he said that, he threw up the gourd and took it towards Wu Meng.

Wu Meng's eyes seemed to be flashing with countless shadows, and he easily dodged the grasp.

The gourd falls, and Gui Jiazi tries to catch it.

In just a split second, the hand holding the gourd turned into a fist, triggering the entanglement of true energy, carrying a powerful force, like a snapping turtle's fierce 'bite'!

This dirty trick that had deceived countless people was once again defeated in front of Wu Meng.

boom!

The fist was empty, but the force of the punch broke a big hole in the roof, causing rubble and gravel to fly, and half of the beams below were broken.

Two moves in a row failed, and the smile on Kamekoko's face completely disappeared.

Just as he was about to make a move, he saw Wu Meng draw an arc with one leg, and the tip of his toe touched the gourd.

Snapped!

The gourd exploded, and the wine splashed all over the sky. Before it could reach Kamikoko's body, it was forced into steam by internal force.

For a moment, the strong aroma of wine spread on the roof.

"You don't want this gourd, I'll help you get there in one step." Two consecutive moves made Wu Meng's confidence and courage rise.

"You're looking for death!" Gokujiazi laughed angrily.

He used Baguidu again, stepping out a series of tortoise-shell shadows in mid-air. The energy that escaped alone shook the roof full of holes.

Kamekoko hit him closely.

Wu Meng suddenly felt that the pressure increased several times.

The most direct reaction is that during the deduction, the room for dodge was greatly reduced.

Of course, compression does not mean no compression.

Wu Meng is like a butterfly flapping its wings in a storm. It may float out of the range of his fist with a gust of wind, or it may happen to land where the old strength has been exhausted and the new strength has not been regenerated.

Not only that, after being fed hundreds of moves, Wu Meng was gradually no longer satisfied with dodging and moving.

He tried to fight back.

When this thought arose, he immediately stepped into a new world!

Compared with the lethality brought by the true energy penetrating the body, Wu Meng's counterattack seemed like a firefly.

But from the perspective of deduction, this firefly has formed a momentum that can be accumulated, like a butterfly flapping its wings, about to set off a storm.

(End of this chapter)