Infinite martial arts new world

() Through the front hall, Su Yang followed Gongsun Jing to the backyard of Fengyun Inn.

Along the way, the Fengyun Inn was extremely quiet, and there was no one there. Although the small courtyard in front of me was not very luxurious, it was extremely elegant.

Although it was night, there were no stars or moon in the sky, the clouds were light and the wind was high, but there were arm-thin windproof lamps placed at the four corners of the small courtyard, which illuminated the courtyard brightly.

In the middle of the small courtyard was a table of the Eight Immortals, on which were several exquisite pastries. There was no one around, not even a guard, and the courtyard looked empty.

Gongsun Jing walked to the table and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the young master to come so early, please sit down for a while, go down and order a table of banquets, and then come to drink with the young master."

"It's annoying, Mr. Gongsun, please go ahead." Su Yang punched, and sat down at the table carelessly.

It wasn't until Gongsun Jing turned and left the yard that Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves were slightly relaxed.

From the outside of the inn to the backyard, the short distance of more than 30 meters seems to be peaceful, but it is actually dangerous and lurking.Apart from Gongsun Jing, a great master, Su Yang felt at least 26 murderous auras along the way.

Yes, murderous.

Under the threat of strong murderous intent, Su Yang gradually realized what is called: spiritual power.

This is a unique characteristic of martial arts in the ancient dragon world. It sounds very mysterious. If it is expressed in words, it can be said that "spiritual power" is a relatively ideal combination of senses, emotions, confidence, and beliefs.

This kind of ability does not directly bring combat power, nor is it a profound internal skill of moves, but it has a huge improvement in martial arts, and sometimes it is even mysterious and unexplainable.

In Jin Yong's novels, as long as you have learned powerful martial arts, you must be a master, such as Jiuyang Shengong, Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, Yi Jin Jing and other martial arts. All the guys who have learned are top masters and even the protagonist Ming.

But the Gulong world is different, the same little Li Feidao, the same mind and the same moves, Li Xunhuan's flying swords are invincible in the Li family for generations, and Li Xunhuan's son Li Manqing can only be a first-class master in the world.

In the world of ancient dragons, many miraculous kung fu require spiritual power to exert their mighty power. For example, Lu Xiaofeng's consonant one finger and two simple fingers can clamp any weapon in the world, and Fu Hongxue's saber, It is completely unreasonable to think that it is a "magic knife cursed by heaven", and someone will die if it is shot.

Although he doesn't know martial arts, Su Yang developed a kind of inexplicable self-confidence after gaining the power of the spirit. The hand holding the green steel sword was even a little eager to try, confident and capable to compete with ordinary people in the world. .

Gongsun Jing quickly returned to the courtyard to take a seat, followed by a sudden commotion in the small courtyard. A row of maids seemed to descend from the sky, bringing all kinds of exquisite dishes and fresh seasonal vegetables to the table.

After a while, the dishes were served, and all the maids disappeared again. Gongsun Jing got up and poured a glass of wine for Su Yang, and said with a smile: "How can there be no wine if there are dishes, this wine is barely enough to drink, Mr. Su, please."

Su Yang brought the wine glass to his lips, touched his lips slightly, his brows jumped, and the mechanized voice sounded in his heart again:

"Drink 30-year-old Fenjiu once to unlock drinking skills.

Seeing that Su Yang stopped drinking, Gongsun Jing asked: "Why, if this wine can't get into your mouth? I'll ask someone to change it."

Su Yang reacted immediately, clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "If the 30-year-old Fen Liquor can only be barely drunk, there will be no alcohol in the world that can be drunk again."

Gongsun Jing nodded and said with a smile: "There are rumors in the world that Mr. Su has three names: wine, women, and swords. This wine ranks first, and it really deserves its reputation."

Su Yang's heart skipped a beat: You bastard, you're trying me again!But on the surface, he remained calm, and laughed at himself: "Young Master Sanming, it's just that friends in the world are embarrassed to say that I'm greedy for sex. It's just that Mr. Gongsun hurt me. I drank Mr.'s wine today. I don’t want to drink those bad wines like swill anymore.”

Gongsun Jing glanced across Su Yang's face, and said with deep meaning: "If this business is done today, if you want to, you can use this kind of wine to take a bath in the future."

When it came to business, Su Yang suddenly realized that perhaps soon, he would face a second life-and-death test!

Come here today, in fact, Qinglong will have a priceless item to sell, and when everyone arrives, the people who come will start bidding!That's a cash transaction, real money, if you can't afford the money, or have enough weight, then it's tantamount to playing with the Blue Dragon Club.

There may be people in the rivers and lakes who can play around and even challenge the Qinglong Society and survive, but Su Yang believes that he is definitely not included among them.At least now I don't have this strength.

After a period of "entering the drama" and recalling, Su Yang has already recalled part of the plot of the Sword of Longevity intermittently. Su Yang rolled his eyes and thought of a way to try.

Drinking a glass of wine on his own, Su Yang shook his head and said: "I'm afraid it's not easy to make this a business. Fortunately, I don't have a headache, otherwise I might not even be able to enter the door of Fengyun Inn."

"Headache?" Gongsun Jing asked puzzled.

Su Yang rubbed his head, and said: "This year, for some reason, headaches suddenly became popular in the Jianghu, especially for those who received invitations from your gang, so the few friends who are coming soon have changed careers one after another. Sitting up, the doctor treats headaches."

Gongsun Jing asked: "Oh? Why doesn't Mr. Su have a headache?"

Su Yang said with a smile: "Fortunately, in addition to being greedy for sex, I also learned a few unskilled swordsmanship, so my head is not easy to hurt."

Su Yang's words sounded illogical and inexplicable, but Gongsun Jing didn't refute. Instead, he thought for a moment, smiled and asked, "How can this headache be cured?"

"It's simple to say, if you do it, Mr. Gongsun, you may have better medical skills than those friends." Su Yang drank another cup, shook his head and said, "I don't want to talk about the reason, I'd better wait for those friends Friends speak for themselves."

Gongsun Jing looked outside the wall and said with a sneer: "At the Azure Dragon Club, no one will have a headache. Unless you are drinking too much."

Su Yang said with a smile: "If I die from a headache because of drinking too much, I don't mind."

The two drank each other for a while, Gongsun Jing suddenly turned her head, raised her wine glass, smiled at a big banyan tree outside the courtyard, and said: "I have heard for a long time that Master Miao has the strength of Jiang Hai, since he has come, why don't you come down?" Have a drink together?"

In the thick shadow of the banyan tree, there was a strange laughter like a night owl immediately, a figure shot down like an arrow and landed on the ground, but it was as light as four taels of cotton, without a single sound.

This man has a lion nose and a wide mouth, with red hair all over his head, but he wears three gold rings on his earlobe. The man has fallen, and the gold rings are still jingling. He is the head of the red-haired gang. The master of the nine red-haired men, the "God of Fire" Miao Shaotian.

Miao Shaotian laughed like an owl at night, and said with a big laugh: "As expected, he is indeed the No. [-] figure in the Azure Dragon Society, such a pair of moves."

Hearing the sound of horseshoes suddenly, they came galloping like raindrops.

Miao Shaotian frowned with thick flame-like eyebrows, and said, "Xiao Zhangsan is also here, and he came really fast."

The sound of horseshoes suddenly stopped, and one person laughed loudly: "Who in the Jianghu dares to delay the appointment of the Azure Dragon Club?"

Amidst the loud laughter, a person had entered over the wall. He was dressed in a snow-white urgent suit, and the skirt was opened specially to reveal a solid and strong chest, but it was whiter than the clothes.

Miao Shaotian gave a thumbs up, and laughed loudly: "What a white horse, Xiao Zhangsan. I haven't seen you for a few years. Why do you grow younger and more beautiful!"

Zhang San shook his head and said, "In terms of beauty, how can I compare to Young Master Su?"

Miao Shaotian frowned and looked at Su Yang, and asked, "Quick Sword Xiaosu?"

Su Yang nodded and toasted: "It's just me, the appearance is ordinary and ruthless, but greedy drinking is my strong point, so I will respect the three first."

Miao Shaotian frowned again and said, "Three?"

Before the words were finished, a person had already landed in the courtyard.

But Su Yang felt that the first thing he saw was not this person, but a sharp knife, a sharp knife.

A sharp knife without a scabbard was stuck on the man's waist. It seemed that this knife had a kind of magical power and attracted more attention than this man. This man was famous because of this knife.

The white horse Zhang San provocatively said: "Quick sword Xiaosu, Taihang Zhao Yidao, but I don't know if the sword is fast or the sword is fast?"

People in the rivers and lakes fight for life and death, nothing more than fighting for fame and fortune. Fame is even more important than profit. When Zhao Yidao heard this, he immediately looked at Su Yang with an unfriendly expression.

Strictly speaking, it was looking at the sword randomly stuck in Su Yang's waist.

Gongsun Jing's gaze was sharper than a knife, and she scraped across their faces one by one, and said slowly: "The Qinglong Society sent out thirteen invitation cards, but only four of them arrived tonight, and there are nine more. coming?"

Miao Shaotian grinned grimly and said: "There are still nine guests, at least three of them will not come."

Zhao Yidao said: "There are six."

Miao Shaotian said: "I made people from Qingzhu Gang, Tiehuanmen and Taiyuan Li's family."

Baima Zhang continued: "The two seniors from Wanzhu Villa and Feiyutang may not be able to come either."

Zhao Yidao said: "Three friends from Twelve Links, Changjiang Waterway, and Chenzhou Yanjiaquan suddenly got a strange disease on the way, and had a splitting headache, so..."

Gongsun Jinghan said: "So their heads don't hurt anymore?"

Zhao Yidao said: "A person without a head will certainly not have a headache."

The white horse Zhang San glanced at Su Yang, then laughed loudly and said, "It's a good idea, it's really fun, especially with a sharp knife like Brother Zhao, it's even more fun."

Zhao Yidao asked: "The people who are supposed to come must have already come, but I don't know where the goods from the Azure Dragon Club are?"