Six Gods

Chapter 56 Thirty Moves!
Chased all the way to the farmland outside Zhangwan Village.

In the spacious environment, Sun Deyi and Zhang Tianxue turned into monsters, roaring and chasing after the giant baby ghost.

Being pinched by two monsters at the same time, even Ding Shang's giant baby Yin Gui couldn't stand it.

He could only scream while trying to break through the encirclement and suppression of the two, and fled towards the outside.

With a roar, Sun Deyi's incarnation of a pitch-black giant wolf slammed forward, causing the giant baby ghost to dodge backwards, while Zhang Tianxue's incarnation of a brown jackal had already circled there and waited.

When the giant baby ghost retreated, it happened to fall into Zhang Tianxue's attack range.

A pair of sharp claws slammed the giant baby Yingui on the ground, with sticky white saliva flowing from its mouth, the brown jackal bit the giant baby Yingui's neck, and began to savagely bite.

With its throat bitten, the giant baby ghost struggled frantically.

But at this time, the even more horrifying pitch-black giant wolf also rushed forward, and with its sharp canine teeth opening and closing, it bit off an arm of the giant baby Yin ghost in one bite.

The scalp-filling biting sound is particularly penetrating in the silent night.

A moment later, the savage and frantic biting and pulling ended, and the giant baby Yin Gui had been torn to pieces by Sun Deyi and Zhang Tianxue, and the fragmented body couldn't see the original appearance at all.

With black and red blood all over their faces, the black giant wolf and the brown jackal came towards Yuan and the others panting.

The giant beast approached head-on, and Xiang Yuan's muscles twitched slightly due to the wild and bloody smell that had not completely dissipated.

This is a martial artist's instinctive reaction to danger!

After receiving two new sets of clothes from Fan Guchun, Sun Deyi and Zhang Tianxue each walked into darkness.

After a while, the two who had changed their clothes returned to the crowd.

Wearing a belt, Sun Deyi took a look, and suddenly said, "Where's Wei Ming?"

After Sun Deyi said this, several people realized it.

Wei Ming, who said he was going to find the wristband, has not followed him until now.

"Did you not find us?" Niu Da thought for a while.

Feeling something was wrong, Sun Deyi immediately led the crowd back to Zhangwan Village, looking for Wei Ming who had disappeared.

In front of the wooden door with a big hole in it, Sun Deyi looked at the pool of fresh blood on the ground, his expression was cloudy!

Intelligence error!

There is more than one ghost in Zhangwan Village!
Behind him, feeling the low air pressure on Sun Deyi's body, Xiang Yuan and the others remained silent and did not speak.

In fact, Wei Ming's disappearance can't be blamed on them, after all, they didn't know that Zhangwan Village still had a ghost.

And that Yin ghost seemed to be following them all the time, until most of them followed Sun Deyi to hunt down the giant baby Yin ghost, leaving only Wei Ming alone, it appeared and took Wei Ming away.

"Xiang Yuan, could it be that time..."

Standing beside Xiang Yuan, Fan Guchun raised his head slightly, he didn't finish his sentence, but Xiang Yuan already understood what he meant.

"You mean... that woodshed that smells of blood!"

Suddenly recalling the bloody firewood shed they encountered when they came here, Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the ghost who was hiding in the dark and observing them was hiding in the water tank that he didn't open?

He leaned over and wiped a small puddle of blood on the ground with his hand, Sun Deyi's face darkened slightly.

Judging from the current situation, Wei Ming is probably in danger...

"It seems that there is another ghost in this village.

Moreover, this ghost is good at hiding himself, and it is very likely that he has wisdom. "

Sun Deyi's words caused Zhang Tianxue and the others to show fear.

The ghosts with wisdom are all first-class existences.

"Old Sun, let's retreat to Xiadu first."

Walking to Sun Deyi's side, Zhang Tianxue looked complicated.

His eyes moved slightly, and Sun Deyi opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the expression on Zhang Tianxue's face, he pursed his lips and nodded.

"Walk."

Gritting his teeth, Sun Deyi took the lead and walked towards the entrance of Zhangwan Village.

Walking at the back of the team, Xiang Yuan looked at Sun Deyi's somewhat hunched back, and he could feel the anger and unwillingness in the guard's heart.

But at the same time, it is more of a helpless emotion.

On the river dam in Zhangwan Village, the city magistrate and a group of arresting officials were still guarding the river dam.

Seeing the return of Sun Deyi and others, the city magistrate hastily got off the river dam and came up to meet him: "Old Sun, how is the situation?"

Sun Deyi, who was feeling bored because of Wei Ming's disappearance, ignored the order and walked straight ahead.

Not knowing why, Shi Ling stood there dumbfounded, thinking that some kind of accident happened to the ghost, and beads of sweat appeared on his face.

Zhang Tianxue, who was walking behind Sun Deyi, saw that the magistrate's face changed drastically, so he had no choice but to go forward and explain:
"Reporting to the city order, we have eliminated the ghost who slaughtered Zhangwan Village."

His face turned warm, the mayor breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest: "That's good, that's good, I thought..."

"But there is still a ghost in Zhangwan Village."

"What?!" The voice raised an octave, Shi Ling's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe whether his ears heard it wrong.

"Then... what should we do then?"

One ghost was already in distress, and now another one appeared, Shi Ling felt that his temple was about to explode.

"Don't be impatient with the city order, we guard the yamen and will deal with this ghost as soon as possible.

Before that, please order people to strictly guard this place, and never let outsiders approach! "

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tianxue didn't give the city order any time to react, turned around and returned to Xiadu with the hidden soldiers behind him.

"This this……"

Standing at the same place blankly, Shi Ling finally cried and laughed: "This is really killing me."

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Xiadu guards the yamen
After a while at the Yamen, Sun Deyi tidied up in a hurry, then took a group of fast horses from the stables, turned on the horses and left.

At the gate of the yamen, looking at Sun Deyi's back that raised a large cloud of smoke, Xiang Yuan folded his arms and asked Fan Guchun, who was looking a little sluggish beside him:
"Brother Sun, where are you going?"

"I should go to Wancheng to apply for a blood nail." It seemed that Wei Ming's disappearance was partly caused by himself. Ever since he returned from Zhangwan Village, Fan Guchun had been in a depressed mood.

Wei Ming's disappearance made the hearts of the other four, except for Song Ning and Xiang Yuan, much heavier.

As combatants who face the ghosts on the front line, the death rate of hidden soldiers has always been high.

But the environment in Xiadu has always been relatively peaceful. Wei Ming and the others have been together for a few years, and their relationship with each other is already very deep.

So for the sudden departure of this comrade-in-arms, Fan Guchun and the others expressed a little sadness.

That night, under Zhang Tianxue's request, Song Ning and Xiang Yuan did not return to the inn.

Fortunately, there are still many vacant rooms in the yamen, Xiang Yuan and Song Ning can move in after tidying up a bit.

After searching all day during the day and stimulating at night, without too much words, everyone returned to their rooms to rest after washing.

vertical sun early morning sky bright
When Fan Guchun, who got up early, came to the yard, a figure with a tall and straight upper body was standing in the yard with his legs slightly squatting. His figure was not moving, but it gave people a feeling of shaking slightly.

Recognizing that it was Xiang Yuan in the yard, Fan Guchun rubbed his eyes, stepped forward and reached out to pat Wufu on the shoulder.

"Boy, you don't want to die."

Just when Fan Guchun's hand was about to fall on Xiang Yuan's shoulder, Song Ning, who suddenly turned over, grabbed Fan Guchun's wrist and pulled him back.

Looking at Song Ning in astonishment, Fan Guchun, who didn't understand why, looked at a loss.

"Xiang Yuan is practicing Zhuang Gong, and his whole body is on the verge of firing.

If you had met him just now, you would have been punched to death by him. "

Looking at the dazed Fan Guchun, Song Ning smiled.

After hearing Song Ning's explanation, Fan Guchun realized that he was almost dead, and quickly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you Miss Song."

After waving his hand to signal Fan Guchun that you don't have to be polite, Song Ning said:
"Those of us who practice martial arts have already developed our reactions into instincts.

If you encounter a similar situation in the future, just call him from his origin.

Never touch him, especially behind him. "

Nodding his head, Fan Guchun also smiled: "To be honest, I really envy you and Brother Xiang.

With such high martial arts skills, we need to be careful to deal with Yin Gui, who is like a chicken in your hands.

Miss Song, you said that I am practicing martial arts now, when will I be able to reach your level. "

Unexpectedly, Fan Guchun became interested in martial arts, Song Ning bent over and took a small bench from the yard and sat down, pointing his fingers and saying: "I practiced martial arts at the age of nine, and I am twenty-six this year.

Xiang Yuan should be similar. "

"17 years?" His face was a little stiff, and Fan Guchun smiled forcedly.

Shaking his head, Song Ning corrected: "Your age has passed the best time to practice martial arts, practicing martial arts now will only get twice the result with half the effort.

To reach our level.

As soon as possible..."

Putting up three fingers, Song Ning's meaning is obvious, 30 years!

"30 years..." Hearing this number, Fan Guchun's face slumped, and most of his interest in practicing martial arts disappeared.

Seeing that Fan Guchun's energy was gone, Song Ning shrugged:

"Practicing martial arts is not about playing around, practicing during the summer and winter.

The kung fu of this hand is made of sweat beads drop by drop.

Of course, it doesn't rule out that you are a one-in-a-million martial arts prodigy, if that's the case, then it's another matter. "

Nodding his head as if enlightened, Fan Guchun also understood that martial arts training is definitely not something that can be achieved in just two or three days.

Looking at Xiang Yuan standing in the middle of the courtyard, with a long and distant back when he breathes and breathes, Fan Guchun suddenly moved his eyes and asked Song Ning beside him:
"Then Miss Song, who is better at martial arts, you or Brother Xiang?"

Asked by Fan Guchun's words, Song Ning looked at the burly figure not far away, thought for a while and said, "Thirty strokes."

"Thirty strokes?"

Fan Guchun didn't understand the meaning of these thirty tricks.

Does it mean that Song Ning can defeat Xiang Yuan with thirty moves, or that Xiang Yuan can defeat Song Ning with thirty moves.

"I am fighting Xiang Yuan, and I only have [-] moves to find his flaws and defeat him." Song Ning looked at Xiang Yuan's broad and burly back like a mountain.

"What about more than thirty moves?" Fan Guchun asked.

"I will definitely lose." After a pause, Song Ning replied seriously.

Unexpectedly, Song Ning could only catch Xiang Yuan's thirty moves, and the expression on Fan Guchun's face changed a little.

"Men and women's physiques are very different.

Xiang Yuan is full of qi and blood, and his muscles and bones are strong. Even men of the same age are rarely comparable to him, let alone women.

In addition, he took a fierce and powerful boxing path.

The fist style is extremely heavy, and the moves are fierce.

Not to mention a human being, even if a tiger fights with him, he will be torn alive by him within dozens of strokes. "

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(End of this chapter)