Jiayou's Fun

It seems that many animals can predict the coming of earthquakes.

It's like some seabirds can sense the arrival of a hurricane.

It's like many women walking on the street can feel the gaze suddenly falling on them.

Since Lu Qian had that picture scroll in his mind six years ago, he began to follow the picture and visualize it. After condensing the spiritual light of his soul, he also possessed something that ordinary people did not have, or in other words, had already degenerated over the long years. Spiritual awareness'.

Seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, predict good and bad fortune.

He had relied on this 'spiritual sense' to find those two coffin shops.

But on weekdays, this kind of 'spiritual sense' is not very clear, just a little hazy feeling, like peering through the polished crystal glass at the red flowers and green grass in the garden, and the vision is very blurry.

But at this moment.

When he saw the Luanfenghong sedan, the pores all over Lu Qian's body exploded and his hairs stood up straight. He felt extremely terrible malice and extremely sinister evil thoughts.

When the red sedan stood in front of him and the curtain opened to reveal two blood-colored embroidered shoes, a cold sweat broke out from Lu Qian's heart. For the first time in his life, his 'spiritual sense' sensed danger so clearly.

A bone-chilling chill invaded the body.

Everything is the same danger as the one I felt in the backyard of the restaurant years ago.

"Walk!"

With a loud roar, Lu Qian flew up into the air, jumped onto the roof of a shop next to the street, and escaped.

A sad sneer came from the sedan. A figure wearing a bright red palace dress, with hair as white as snow, a face as beautiful as a flower, and a palace-style phoenix crown on her head, dressed like a newlywed bride, emerged from the sedan like a ghost. Flashed out and appeared directly in front of Lu Qian and Lao He.

Lu Qian just jumped three feet high.

The white-haired woman waved her left hand slightly, and Lu Yi's eyes were dazzled. She had already grabbed Lu Yi's belt with one hand. A huge force came and Lu Yi screamed strangely and was thrown to the ground.

There was a muffled sound of 'bang', and Lu Qian was thrown hard.

As soon as his body landed on the ground, it immediately bounced up like a rubber ball, sticking to the ground, three inches above the ground, rolling over and over in a "swish, swish, swish" move, and he made an extremely embarrassing move of "lazy donkey roll", which he made gracefully and neatly, snapping his fingers. It turned back seven or eight feet.

"The wind is tight, pull!"

Lu Qian was still very loyal, but the strength in the woman's hand was wrong. She just grabbed his belt and threw it to the ground. This force was at least two or three times greater than Lu Qian's current limit strength.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he never forgot to yell at Lao He, reminding him to run for his life.

Old He, who looked honest and honest, had a distorted face at this moment, becoming extremely fierce.

He saw Lu Qian being thrown to the ground, and then tumbling backwards so briskly and dexterously.

Lao He finally understood what Lu Qian meant when he said that he "ran very fast" when he was guarding the palace. Such quick and dexterous movement is more than just 'running very fast'?

Lao He felt that even if he put seven or eight of them together, he wouldn't be able to run as fast as Lu Qian!

With a loud roar, Lao He's hands suddenly turned pitch-black, and his palms swelled a bit, bringing up a gust of wind that struck hard at the strange white-haired woman in front of him.

Lu Qian had already rolled seven or eight feet away. He stood up and turned over, like a blade of grass in the wind, flying straight into the air.

Lao He's palms were like thunder, and he blasted out with a dull sound of breaking wind.

The corners of Lu Qian's eyes twitched.

What Lao He used was the 'Black Sand Palm' that was known as the bad street in Dayin Jianghu.

This is a common poisonous palm technique with a simple introduction and a limited upper limit. It is in no way comparable to the martial arts of the wealthy and powerful families. It is a heretical practice only chosen by people at the bottom of the world.

However, Black Sand Palm uses various poisons to assist in cultivation. The palm contains extremely poisonous substances, so its lethality is extremely powerful.

The palm with a slight fishy smell hit the white-haired woman heavily.

With two muffled sounds of 'Puff', Lao He's palm actually penetrated the white-haired woman's body.

There was a swaying of light and shadow, and the body of the white-haired woman was rippling like water waves. Her beautiful face was distorted, and her fair skin was suddenly covered with a layer of blazing blood.

Lao He let out a miserable howl, and he suddenly retracted his hands that had penetrated the opponent. He saw that his hands were quickly covered with a layer of fine ice slag, and a trace of cold air quickly extended along his arms to his shoulders.

His palms had clearly broken the body of the white-haired woman, but when he retracted his palms, the woman's body was covered in blood. Surprisingly, there were no injuries, and even her clothes were not damaged at all.

'laugh'!

Lu Qian was already three feet in the air, his body was bending and turning, and he was about to jump to the roof of the roadside shop when several more sinister sneers came from above his head.

In the light mist, two figures in red skirts appeared out of thin air. They were suspended above Lu Qian's head. With a flick of his sleeves, four white silk ribbons made a sharp sound piercing the air, like four big pythons, winding towards Lu Qian. Come up.

Lu Ren screamed strangely, and his hands were covered with a layer of light. Accompanied by the faint sound of wind and waves, his hands moved forward and backward, hitting Bai Ling who was attacking his head.

"Bang bang" loud noises continued.

Lu Qian struck dozens of palms on the four white silk ribbons in an instant.

Lai Guogong's secretly inherited Jingtao Shou has powerful strength. He blasts out with one palm, and even more potential energy comes out one after another, one palm after another. In the end, the palm power accumulates to dozens of times his own strength. With one strike of a palm, it can destroy cities and villages, open mountains and cut off rivers.

Lu Qian fired dozens of palms in a row, and the palm power was like a tsunami whirlpool, constantly swirling and accumulating.

Each palm is faster than the other, and each palm is stronger than the last.

Lu Qian could still control the first few palms easily.

After twelve palms, the power of the palms accumulated to a terrifying level. Lu Qian's arms were swollen by the huge Yuan Gang. His palms were as big as cattail fans. The terrifying force reverberated. Every time a palm was struck, his whole body was shaking violently. Trembling, as if being washed and rolled over by waves.

The four white silk ribbons vibrated violently, constantly making "chichi" sounds as they broke through the air.

There was an extremely evil cold energy contained in the white silk ribbon. The invisible and traceless cold energy penetrated directly into his body through the power of Lu Qian's palm.

After dozens of continuous palm contact, Lu Qian's palms were also covered with a thin layer of ice crystals, and his palms gradually became cold and numb. Even his two arms seemed to not belong to him and gradually lost consciousness.

What made Lu Qian even more uncomfortable was that these white silks were erratic and soft like water phantoms. Less than 10% of the palm power he exerted with all his strength was absorbed by Bai Ling, and almost all the other power was in vain.

The greater the force he blasted, the greater the backlash he received.

Both arms were strained, and Lu Qian could hear the overwhelmed whine coming from his joints.

Dozens of palms blasted out in just an instant.

Lu Qian could no longer control his palm power, nor his body. He screamed strangely, and used his strength to swipe sideways. The huge palm power piled on the four white silk ribbons exploded, and there was a sound. There was a loud noise, a blue light flashed, and two figures in red skirts were shaken by the huge force and flew several feet high.

Lu Qian glanced at the two figures unwillingly.

With the power of his palms, an ordinary person would fly up so high with just one palm from him. The two figures took dozens of his palms to achieve such an effect?

And he could feel that these two figures were not actually harmed!

The martial arts of the clan of Laiguo Duke's family has extremely limited damage to these two strange figures!

‘Boom’!

Lu Qian landed heavily.

Two figures in red skirts fluttered in the air like pieces of paper, and four white silk ribbons swayed randomly.

Lao He's palms were frozen by half-inch thick ice crystals, and when he breathed, milky white cold air spurted out of his mouth.

He staggered backwards, staggering, and glanced at Lu Qian. His eyes suddenly widened and he yelled: "Behind!"

A biting chill came from behind.

Lu Qian had already felt the strong malice and terrible crisis coming from behind him before Lao He spoke to remind him.

He didn't look back, and rushed forward suddenly, rushing five or six feet away in a 'swish'.

"Chi chi" amidst the sound of the wind, more than a dozen white silk ribbons flew past him, almost grazing his neck.

The wind is blowing and the cold is unbridled.

Lu Qian looked back and couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body.

In the thin mist, there were seven or eight women wearing red skirts, holding white silk ribbons, floating eerily three inches above the ground.

‘Bang’!

Lu Qian and Lao He bumped into each other back to back, covering each other and looking at these strange figures in the mist.

The white-haired woman who came out of the sedan chuckled, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she glanced at Lu Qian and Lao He coldly: "Mr. sir, let's play in pairs?"

Lao He turned his right hand over his belt.

His palms were frozen by ice crystals. He struggled hard, and with two fingers barely moving, he took out an egg-sized projectile from his belt and threw it into the sky with a 'swish'.

‘Tsk…bang’!

A ball of red fireworks exploded in the air more than ten feet above the ground.

In the two streets and alleys of Jiangtanzi Street, Youluzi Street, and Zhanlong Hutong, and in more than a dozen high-rise buildings, the guards and supervisors secretly lurked inside and looked over at the same time.

The next moment, in the courtyards of the two streets and alleys, hundreds of figures rose into the sky, the sound of sharp whistles shook the earth, and people everywhere screamed: "The palace guard is doing his work, all the rest, get out of here!"

Tens of feet away, from several pavilions, two blue-robed captains came out with a large group of warriors and supervisors.

A captain in blue robes stared in shock, looking at the mist covering a large area of ​​the street: "What's going on with this fog? It's winter, where does the fog come from?"

It was clear that he was not far away, and the captain yelled loudly, but his voice came through the fog and became blurry and misty, as if he were miles away.

From this point of view, the mist accompanying the appearance of these strange women is similar to the water mist used by Lu Qian to cover his tracks.

It's just that in Lu Qian's water mist, there is no such biting and strange chill that makes people feel chilled.

The white-haired woman slowly turned around. She looked at the guards and supervisors who were coming from all directions, and sighed faintly: "There are so many gentlemen, I can't stand it. Hey, hey, I'll make fun of you next time."

In the flickering figures, the white-haired woman and a dozen figures in red skirts rushed into the Luanfeng sedan at the same time.

It was a small one-person sedan. God knows how they squeezed in with so many people.

The mist rose, and the Luanfeng sedan floated three feet above the ground, speeding silently along the street and crashing head-on into the two captains and their large group of subordinates.

Lu Qian suddenly jumped into the air, jumped seven or eight feet high, jumped out of the mist-shrouded height, and shouted toward the other side: "Sir, be careful, there is a ghost in this sedan chair!"

When the captains, warriors, and supervisors heard Lu Qian's roar, they all slowed down.

Behind them, dozens of brave ghosts wearing armor, holding spears and halberds, strode out in a neat formation.

The spears and halberds were like a forest, stabbing hard at the speeding sedan.

The door curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and dozens of white silks were shot out. There was a crisp sound of "papapapa", and the white silks struck each of these ghosts in the face.

Dozens of figures flew into the sky.

When they took off, they were still tall and strong men.

When they landed, they had turned into shriveled, dehydrated mummies.

Witnessing everything, the guards and supervisors all shouted in unison, and there was chaos everywhere.