I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

Chapter 671: Evil martial arts!

Yan Kang stopped talking and strode into the boxing arena.

Seeing that he was still obsessed, Qiu Chuji couldn’t help but get angry again, and said, “I will try to see how much progress you have made recently.”

While speaking, without waiting for Yan Kang’s reaction, the giant python uttered a letter and hit the key point of his throat with the sword.

Wan Yankang never thought that the master’s shot would be a fatal move. He has a long sword and uses his bare hands. How to break the attacking sword?

In desperation, he grabbed his backhand with his five fingers together, and clamped Daochang Qiu’s long sword. With a bang, the sword broke in two, and he immediately jumped away and opened his posture, waiting for the master again. Make a move.

But Qiu Chuji was so shocked that he forgot to take the sword. He looked at Yan Kang in a daze, then regained his senses for a while, and shouted, “Boy, who did you teach that trick?”

Wan Yankang woke up in shock. When he was forced to use the Taoist exercises, he did not use the Taoist exercises. He was afraid that he had died of Huangquan, so he was very dissatisfied with the master’s actions. But it’s okay to say that it’s okay, so why use this ruthless trick to spread to the rivers and lakes, I’m afraid it will damage Master’s reputation.”

“Do you think of being a teacher this way? I’m just testing your reaction and skill. You thought that being a teacher would really kill you? If you really want your life, where can you hold the sword of the teacher? ”

Wan Yankang thought about it the other way around, too, if he really uses real skills, I’m afraid he won’t be able to react at all. He stood with his hands down, didn’t make moves, didn’t speak.

Qiu Chuji asked again: “I asked about your move just now, why didn’t you say it?”

Seeing the master’s pressure, he had to say, “Master, please forgive the disciple for learning kung fu from others without consulting your consent. But the disciple promised that person and couldn’t say it, so I ask Master to be considerate.”

“Then I ask you, where is this person now?”

“I can’t say this either.”

“Don’t tell me?”

“Master, please don’t force me to lose faith.”

“You are trustworthy to others, why do you lose faith in being a teacher?”

“Master, where did I break my promise to you?”

Qiu Chuji was angry: “Have you promised me that you can’t transfer to someone else without permission?”

Wan Yankang stopped talking.

“I’m not saying that you can only learn my kung fu, but I have to approve it. Now, what you learn is obviously a crooked way!”

“No. This person’s kung fu is really strong and practical. Why can the master say that it is a crooked way to respond to the enemy’s kung fu?”

“Still quibbling with me?” Qiu Chuji was so angry that he held a broken sword and made a series of vicious moves, trying to force Wan Yan Kang to use his skill again.

Wan Yankang learned his lesson, and even if he faced being killed, he no longer used the so-called “wrong way” to resist or fight back.

Qiu Chuji believed that what he had learned was a kind of crooked way. He didn’t say it, he also knew it, but he didn’t know how far he was now, so he wanted to force him to use it.

His moves are getting more and more swift, more powerful, and more aggressive.

When Wan Yan Honglie arrived, there were blood stains all over his clothes.

Wan Yan Honglie was taken aback: “Dao Master, why did Kang’er die?”

Of course he saw that Qiu Chuji’s shot was fast and fierce, not teaching Kung Fu at all, and he quickly drew his sword to block it.

Although he has been practising on the battlefield for many years, he is not a martial artist, let alone a master. Fighting against a first-class master like Qiu Chuji would be a death.

Qiu Chuji thought, since Yang Kang was reluctant to give up his glory and wealth, he cut off his thoughts and took the opportunity to kill Wanyan Honglie. After seeing Yan Honglie coming up, he moved faster and did not give in.

Seeing that the adoptive father wanted a different place, Wanyankang pulled Wanyan Honglie past his five fingers like a steel fork, and grabbed Qiu Chuji’s head straight.

Qiu Chuji was shocked: “Good boy, I really did it.” He quickly retracted and gave in, but Wan Yankang’s speed was not slow. Seeing that he was about to be caught, he hurriedly raised his sword to block him.

Wan Yankang did not retreat, although he did not grasp Qiu Chuji’s head, he also grasped his right hand.

Five blood holes with thick fingers appeared on the back of his right hand, making him dumbfounded, and he blurted out: “Nine Yin White Claws!”

After the pain, Broken Sword let go. ,, ..