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Chapter 69: Up the Mountain, Down the Mountain (Please subscribe! Please collect!)

"Among the four branches of the Wen family, the "Death" is relatively low-key.

People in the martial arts world think that we can only treat people, not poison them.

But what they don't know is~"

Wen Liang suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Su's face, and his smile suddenly disappeared: "The "Death" of the Wen family likes to poison you first and then consider whether to save you."

As the voice sounded, purple smoke with sparkling fireflies around Wen Liang slowly dispersed and floated towards Ling Su.

"Be careful, this is the Firefly Ghost of Three Incense Sticks."

In fact, Ling Su also saw it without Wang Yixing's reminder.

Her martial arts experience is not very rich, but she has seen a lot.

Whether in Xiushui Villa or Jixia Academy, she has read a lot of records.

Following Su Jiu all the way, every time she encountered an enemy, Su Jiu would explain something to her in detail.

Three incense sticks of the Wen family:

Firefly ghost, nightmare, knife man

Among them, nightmare is the most bizarre, knife man is the most ferocious, and firefly ghost is the most dreamy.

Such scenes in front of us are indeed like dreams, which makes people intoxicated.

But Ling Su is determined, and his luck is "Xiao Huangting Sutra", and his two fingers are like swords:

Qingming!

The clear air rises, and the turbid air falls, showing a beautiful scenery of clear air and bright scenery.

As 733 Ling Su pointed out, his figure was accompanied by a whirlwind, penetrating the heavy purple mist, and directly pointed to Wen Liang's eyebrows.

"Come on!"

Wen Liang snorted lightly, and the palm wind came first.

On the broad, calloused palm, a strange purple light shone.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Palm.

It comes from the Buddhist Prajna Palm.

There was an elder in the Wen family who met a seriously injured ascetic monk when he was young. After healing the monk, he was taught half of the Buddhist secret technique of Prajna Palm.

Later, the poison of the Wen family was integrated to obtain this set of Ten Thousand Poison Palms.

Practitioners have been tempering their palms with various poisons since childhood. The effects of poisons are different, and the effects when facing the enemy are also different.

"What should I do?"

Ling Su's finger was about to touch Wen Liang's palm, and her thoughts were flowing rapidly in her mind.

She knew that if she wanted to win this battle, she had to close the distance between the two sides.

An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.

Fingering can be said to be the shortest martial arts in the world. When facing a strong enemy, you must fight close to each other.

But the opponent is simply a collection of poisons. Every word and action is full of poison. Once she is poisoned, she is likely to lose.

Down the mountain.

In front of Su Jiu, a panting "Zi Wa" slightly bent his waist and looked at him unwillingly.

"Stop fighting."

Su Jiu shook his head: "You can't even touch the corner of my clothes, how can you fight?"

"Draw your sword! Draw your sword!"

"Zi Wa", Wen Xi, the most outstanding contemporary disciple of the "Death" of the Wen family, stared at Su Jiu unwillingly.

The two sides exchanged more than a dozen moves.He used a powerful and ruthless Ten Thousand Poison Palm, but the opponent played tricks on him.

The two fought in close combat, but he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Su Jiu didn't even draw his sword from beginning to end.

And what about him?

The true energy was exhausted and the physical strength was almost at the bottom.

Tired silly boy.

Just then, a middle-aged man walked out from behind Wen Xi.

"You are crazy."

"Master." Wen Xi bit his lips hard and wanted to refute, but he knew the master's temper.

Why did he get crazy?

Su Jiu's mouth is really too mean:

"Oh~ You almost hit me."

"Great, great, come on!"

"This palm is not good, the speed is a bit slow."

"Yes, yes, yes! Increase the strength, this palm is not bad, but the accuracy is a bit lacking."

"Body movement, body movement, move."

"Can you do it? The Wen family's Ten Thousand Poison Palm is only at this level?"

"Oh~ Is it you who can't do it, or the Wen family?"

Listen!

Is it human language?

Su Jiu's mouth is faster than his movements. It's okay that he can't catch or hit anyone, but he can't stop talking in his ears.

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How can he not get angry?

The middle-aged man looked at Su Jiu with a strange look: "I don't know if Mr. Su's talent is the best in the world, but his mouth is definitely the best in the world."

"That's fine, at least it's related."

The middle-aged man laughed when he heard it: "Wen family, Wen Wuqu."

"You are quite interesting."

"Given by my parents." Wen Wuqu smiled slightly, suddenly turned his head and looked at the mountain: "Your apprentice is fighting with someone."

"Ling Su?"

"Yes." Wen Wuqu nodded: "Her opponent is Wen Liang, eleven years old, in the Vajra Mortal Realm, the first genius of the Wen family's "Moving Type" in a hundred years."

"Great, great."

"You did not teach your apprentice swordsmanship, but finger techniques." Wen Wuqu was a little curious: "If she wants to win, she can only fight closely, but Wen Liang's pair of poisonous palms are not inferior to my inferior apprentice.

Aren't you worried?"

"What are you worried about?" Su Jiu was happy: "If the master can win, the apprentice can win naturally."

On the mountain.

Ling Su's finger finally did not touch the opponent's palm.

The figure swept, and the toes tapped three times in the air, like a flying swallow.

"Three Flying Swallows?"

"No!" Wang Yihang shook his head after hearing what Wen Xiaohong said: "It's the three flying swallows."

Ling Su in the field turned behind Wen Liang at an extremely fast speed, and pointed out with one finger, sparking a prairie fire:

Xiaoshu! []

"What does it mean?!"

Seeing this scene, everyone presentI couldn't help but be a little surprised.

How old is this, and you already have the finger intention.

Those who practice swords have sword intention, and those who practice fingering naturally have the finger intention.

Different expressions, but the essence is the same.

Both are a move to communicate with the will of heaven and earth and relax the qi of heaven and earth, with infinite power.

Ordinary martial artists may not be able to reach this threshold in their lifetime of martial arts practice.

This little girl in front of me has actually gone so far?

However!

This is only the Lesser Heat, and the sparks have the potential to set the prairie on fire, but without enough fuel, it is impossible to form a large-scale movement.

Wen Liang circulated his true qi, and purple true qi flowed throughout his body, and a fishy fragrance drifted to Ling Su's nose.

"Not good."

Ling Su's face changed drastically, and Yan Zi Sanchaoshui changed in the air, and his body seemed to fall and retreat at a high speed.

At the same time, lightning flashed at the fingertips:

Qingzhe!

The power of heaven and earth, the force of thunder.

It is also Ling Su's most powerful finger now. At the same time, it is also the only long-range attack method she can master among the twenty-four solar terms fingers.

On this way, countless heroes fell under this finger.

Ling Su's body flew in the air, his eyes fixed on Wen Liang in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel happy when he saw a thunderbolt strike directly at his face. .