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"not good."

Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong, they got up one after another, and rushed to the backyard.

When they arrived in the backyard, they saw Li Dazui standing stiffly at the kitchen door, with fragments of salt jars and white salt all over the floor under his feet.

Obviously, he was tapped on the acupuncture points.

"Sunflower Acupoint Relief Hand."

Bai Zhantang stepped forward, stretched out his hand to touch Da Zui's body, trying to unlock his acupuncture points.

But after he finished the acupuncture point, he found that Dazui was still standing there, unable to move.

Bai Zhantang frowned, quite surprised, he didn't expect there to be an acupoint that he couldn't solve.

He circulated his internal force to condense on his fingertips, exerted all his strength, and released his acupuncture point again.

"Sunflower Acupoint Relief Hand."

puff puff.

Pointing his finger on Dazui's body, the force of his finger penetrated into his acupoints, like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest effect.

"It still can't be solved."

Bai Zhantang's face was full of disbelief, and after carefully examining Dazui's meridians and acupoints, he said:

"The eight extraordinary meridians on his body are all sealed, and he can only untie them slowly."

Then he said to Jiang Yi and the others solemnly:

"This time it's really troublesome. The skill of this person's acupuncture is far superior to mine. As far as I know, there are only three people in the world who can use this acupuncture technique. The first is a wicked Taoist, and the second is My mother."

But the two of them should have died of old age, and the other was locked up in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.Then it can only be the third person, Gongsun Oolong. "

Guo Furong didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, so she asked curiously, "Oolong tea, which oolong?"

Bai Zhantang was not in the mood to joke with her, and said solemnly: "If he really came, let's each prepare a coffin for each other."

"Is this Gongsun Oolong so terrible?"

Seeing Bai Zhantang's seriousness, Guo Furong began to worry.

"The strength of this Gongsun Oolong is far beyond your imagination. Moreover, he is ferocious by nature, killing people without blinking an eye. Compared with him, Shangguan Yundun and Pinggu Yidianhong are simply insignificant."

Bai Zhantang said, then looked at Xiucai again: "Especially Xiucai, you killed his hapless apprentice Ji Wuming, and Gongsun Oolong will definitely not let you go."

When Xiucai heard it, his feet were weak, and he stood there with the support of the stone mill, and argued with himself: "That Ji Wuming obviously committed suicide, how can it be blamed on me?"

Tong Xiangyu looked at the terrified scholar and shook his head: "Who told you to be mean?"

Then he looked at Bai Zhantang again: "Zhantang, what should we do?"

Bai Zhantang didn't speak, just bit his nails and began to think hard about countermeasures.

Seeing his appearance, Tong Xiangyu didn't bother him, and said to Jiang Yi and the others: "Put Dazui on his bed first."

Jiang Yi and Guo Furong worked together to lift Li Dazui to his room and put him down.

Then everyone returned to the table, finished their meal hastily, and discussed countermeasures for a while.

Unfortunately, in the end, everyone failed to come up with any good solution.

Jiang Yi didn't stay at the inn for long either. After dinner, he bid farewell to everyone and went back to his own yard. After resting for a while, he began to practice.

He stepped on the lightness kung fu of Treading Xue Wuhen, his figure came and went erratically, fluctuating, and he used the sunflower acupuncture technique in his hand.

Fingers like a gust of wind, like lightning.

Although there are hidden weapons, poisons and other powerful means of killing the enemy, Jiang Yi has never relaxed his cultivation.

Sunflower Acupuncture Hand, Jueming Knife, and Taxue Wuhen, these three martial arts are practiced diligently every day, without the slightest slack.

Time passed minute by minute, 10 minutes, half an hour, an hour.

Jiang Yi was so tired that he was sweating profusely and his hands and feet were sore, so he stopped his movements and was going to meditate to recover his internal strength.

"Who did you learn your kung fu from?"

Suddenly a female voice came, interrupting Jiang Yi's movements.

Jiang Yi turned his head abruptly, and saw a person standing behind him at some point, wearing a black cloak and a black scarf covering his face, his face was invisible.

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Jiang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then bowed and saluted: "You should be Zhantang's mother, hello auntie. I learned this acupuncture technique from Zhantang. As for the lightness kung fu, I learned it from an old man who draws pictures." here."

"Huahua old man, could it be..."

Bai Sanniang pondered for a while, as if she remembered something, but she didn't say it clearly.

On the contrary, he was slightly curious about Jiang Yi's ability to recognize his identity at a glance, and asked:

"How did you find out who I am?"

"Didn't Zhantang say before that there are only three people in the world who know how to tap acupuncture points. After excluding Gongsun Oolong and the wicked Taoist, then it can only be you."

Naturally, Jiang Yi did not get the answer by reasoning, but because he knew the plot well.