Cultivating From Obtaining Experience

  Chapter 68 is ridiculous

   "Okay." Li Xinzhu looked at the villa in the distance, thought for a while, and then withdrew.

   On the way back, Wang An drove a lot slower. On the surface, he seemed to have calmed down, but his blood was still boiling.

   During the period of practicing kung fu, this is the first real actual combat. In the past, the competition in private martial arts gyms, at most, there were some bruises. Tonight is different, someone has to go down.

  He didn't keep his hand. It's hard to say how badly those people were injured by him, but most of them would not die.

  The car drives in the dark,

  Behind him, among the abandoned villas, the man who had fought against Wang An came to the villa enduring the pain in his back, and saw the crowd wailing all over the floor.

   "It's amazing, when did such a master come to Hu'an City?"

  He looked up and looked upstairs, and walked up the stairs. Every time he took a step, there would be a pain in his back. This pain not only floated on the surface, but also penetrated into his lungs along his back.

   "It's such a strong palm, the strength has penetrated into the viscera, this palm may have injured the lungs."

  He went upstairs slowly and saw the two people, one fell to the ground and the other leaned against the foot of the wall.

  He took out a small flashlight from his pocket and took a photo. First, he looked at the person who fell on the ground. His fingers were bent, and there was still a little light in his right hand, which was a steel needle.

   "Flying needle!"

   Turning his head to take a photo of another person, his head drooped, there was a pool of blood on his clothes, and he seemed to have lost his breath.

  The light from the hand lamp fell on the man's fingers. This man's fingers were extraordinarily thick, like five steel bars.

   "Jie Mai Quan, it should be called Jie Mai Zhi."

  He slowly approached each other.

   "Is it out of breath? It's a pity."

  He spoke in a low voice, raised his hand suddenly, pinched the other party's throat with his five fingers like hooks, and squeezed hard, but the other party did not respond at all.

   "Really dead? No, there is still a pulse." He felt the fluctuation of the blood vessels in the other party's neck, which was very weak. He raised his hand and tried it on the nostril, and there was still a trace of breath.

   "If you're not dead, that's easy."

  Batt, what a noise, he turned his head abruptly, his hands hooked like hooks, ready to strike at any time, but he saw that there was nothing behind him, except for the fallen man.

no one?

   When he looked back again, a finger pierced the eye.

   Ah, with a scream, he took a few steps back.

  Then the second finger pierced his throat, and there was a crisp cracking sound, and the throat bone shattered. He clutched his throat and took two steps back, his face full of pain and shock, but he couldn't make any more sound.

   hiss, hoo, hiss, hoo,

  The man who was breathing weakly leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

  After Wang An left, he leaned against the wall. He was sick and seriously injured. He needed rest and healing.

   Not long after, the person in front of him came up. He knew that he couldn't beat the opponent in his current state, so he pretended to be injured and unconscious, and risked his life to let Xu Ying dispel his worries.

   You must know that the other party could have broken his neck just now.

   "Hehe." Seeing the man lying on the ground rolling, he smiled ferociously. Patter, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

  He got up, staggered towards the side room, like a drunk man, came to a corner of the villa, pulled out a rope from the dark and slid down with difficulty, and then sank into the jungle.

   "Avenging a friend is ridiculous, ridiculous!" A ferocious smile appeared on his face.

   "Leave here, there is still a chance."

  Suddenly there was a violent throbbing in his back, his eyes went dark, and in a trance, he saw a black shadow flash past in front of him.

"who?!"

   Staggered, his body fell forward, he hastily stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of weeds, but the weeds could not bear his weight, and he fell down, but below was a **** blocked by weeds.

  He rolled down with a gurgling sound, couldn't stop at all, hit a stone with a thud, his head was bleeding, and he pulled out a few times, then he became silent, and after a while, there was already a big puddle of blood under his body.

  In Huan City, Wang An has already returned to his residence.

   Entered the room, turned on the light, poured a glass of water, sat at the desk, thinking about what happened tonight. Coming back this way, his mood has calmed down a lot.

  He replayed the game in his mind, and carefully recalled his fight with Gu Qingshan and Xu Ying tonight several times.

  In fact, it can be summed up in a few words, speed, strength, and skill.

  The Jiemaiquan used by that person is actually more suitable called Jiemaizhi. It is very similar to the martial arts such as Yiyang finger and sunflower acupuncture hand written in novels, which are kung fu that cause damage by hitting the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body.

  Shots are fast, accurate, and ruthless, with excellent accuracy in acupoint recognition, with stabbing as the main attack method.

  The Eagle Claw Kung Fu is mainly finger kung fu, good at grasping joints, as long as it is held by him, the joints will be broken, resulting in disability, or even death.

  The man who practiced Jiemai Quan smelled like medicine. He should be sick. And what he said.

   "Seeds, regenerate good fortune, isn't it similar to the Wuqinxi he practiced, he wants to find that thing to cure diseases, what about other people, what are they for?"

   "The man who practiced Eagle Claw Kungfu also smelled of medicine. Could it be that he is also sick?"

  He took out the notebook and wrote a few words.

  Tonight, the biggest gain for him was the experience of life-and-death combat.

  When he fought the first person, he was actually very nervous and his heart was beating violently, but when he fought against the man who practiced Eagle Claw Kung Fu, his mentality became much calmer.

  After sitting quietly for a while, he came to the yard again, recalling the process of the fight, and practiced in the yard again.

   After practicing for a while, I stopped to think about it, then continued to practice, and I went back to the room after practicing for a long time.

  Before going to bed, he recited the Daoist scriptures several times repeatedly. Even so, he still had a dream that night. In the dream, he fought against someone.

  Li Hsinchu came only the next afternoon. When he entered the room, he looked at Wang An differently than usual, and walked around him several times.

   "Tut tut, tut tut, oops."

   "What's the matter, a sore in your mouth?"

   "Last night, a master emerged from the outskirts of the city. This man wore a monkey face mask. He wounded a dozen murderers with knives by himself, and also injured the master invited by Yang Xianhua. That man died."

   "Dead, can't it be?" Wang An was taken aback when he heard this, he never thought of killing someone.

   "It wasn't the man in the mask who killed him. He died from Jiemai Fist, was blinded in one eye, broke his throat, and died of suffocation."

oh? ! These words startled Wang An.

  (end of this chapter)