Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"If you want to enter through this door, you must win the martial arts competition. If you enter through this door, you will receive a banquet after the opera is over, and Chen Yuanyuan will receive it personally."

At the entrance of Liuyanfang, the crowd was almost lining up into the street.

Liuyanfang opened two doors.

One door is for ordinary people, and there is no one there.

At the door of the other door, there were people coming and going. Countless rich men in rich robes and even the gray-haired old man were all blocked at the door.

"Step aside!"

Several lieutenants, still wearing armor, were preparing to break in with great force based on their status. All of them were meritorious officials under Wu Guogong, and each one of them had made great military exploits in the past. Of course that was all many years ago.

As a former rebel commander, Wu Guogong knew deeply how important military power was.

Therefore, after gaining power, he did not kill the donkey, nor did he disband the army and become a vassal king to enjoy honor and wealth.

Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity to adjust his position and gambled with all his military pay.

In the end, the bet won. In the last month when military pay was exhausted, the maritime trade route was successfully opened and inexhaustible military pay was obtained.

After having money, Duke Wu became more generous to his soldiers and officers.

Although the military law is strict, it only targets ordinary soldiers and does not impose too serious restrictions on generals.

This resulted in the current situation where the generals under his command were so domineering.

Looking at the sign in front of the door, the lieutenants laughed.

He walked in without any hesitation.

Standing at the front door was an old man dressed as a servant, with triangular eyes, a bulbous nose, and a face full of hatred.

I saw several lieutenants coming in.

The chrysanthemum-like smile on his face was extremely charming.

"Have the military lords seen the sign at the door?"

"Old man, get out of here!" The leading deputy stretched out his hand to push him. With his burly figure, it couldn't be easier to push down the old man in front of him.

But it was a pity that the old man stood still and didn't move at all, as if the soles of his feet were rooted to the ground.

"Fellow military lords, as long as you can push the old guy forward today, you can go in. Otherwise, you are asked to stand outside the courtyard and watch the show."

The leading lieutenant's face turned red, and he used ten percent of his strength on his hands, but unfortunately, it had no effect.

"Old Sun, can you do it? You can't even push an old guy."

The deputy general's face became extremely serious, and his companions behind him also noticed something was wrong.

He hurriedly came over, worked hard together, and started pushing the old man in front of him.

But no matter how hard they tried, the old man in front of them still stood firm and motionless.

There wasn't even a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, and there was still an ugly smile on his face, which made people want to slap him and flatten his head.

Wu Gong squeezed into the crowd, and behind him, everyone gathered together.

Looking at the sergeants working together in front of him, Wu Gong narrowed his eyes curiously.

Huang Rong also had some doubts on her face.

This old man did not stand still, but the heels of his feet were touching each other, his legs were tightly together, and the soles of his feet were facing outwards in a figure-eight shape. His appearance was as weird as he wanted.

Logically speaking, there is absolutely no stability at such a pace.

Because martial arts emphasizes taking root immediately.

The so-called standing does not mean standing on the ground.

Instead, it must be at a parallel angle to the ground.

This is also the reason why you should practice horse steps first when practicing martial arts.

Although there are many light skills, they do not pay attention to taking root immediately.

But their steps are also parallel to the ground.

But the martial arts used by this old man are unique.

Very strange.

The famous leader of the Beggar Clan, Huang Gang, couldn't figure out where his kung fu came from.

The expression on Li Qingluo's face was also very solemn. She actually couldn't figure out where this skill came from?

Wang Yuyan, on the other hand, raised her brows as if she remembered something.

"ah!"

But just as he was about to speak, the sergeant in front let out a scream, and then he saw the sergeant in front covering his twisted arm and falling to the ground. The sergeant in the rear also fell together because he could not hold back his strength. On the ground, he looked extremely embarrassed.

But even so, the old man remained motionless.

"I'm sorry, military lords, you guys can't go in through this door today anyway."

The sergeant at the back got up and drew his sword, ready to kill this old guy who had made them lose face.

But as soon as their hands touched the handle of the knife, the long knife had already disappeared from their hands.

The old man bent the long knife fiercely, and the long knife suddenly shattered, and the broken blade pierced into the wall not far away like a meteor.

The sergeants were so frightened that they no longer dared to speak.

He could only turn around and leave in embarrassment, entering through the next door.

Qiao Feng crossed his arms with great interest.

He looked at the old man in the yard and took a step forward.

Unexpectedly, this old man took the initiative to hold his fists and said, "Your Excellency, you can go in."

"Um?"

A playful smile appeared on Qiao Feng's face: "Why, do you know me?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know you, but your body is full of evil energy. It must be the blood on your hands. It meets the standards, so there is no need to compete anymore."

"Then my friend."

"I'm sorry, sir, you can go in, but they can't, unless you let me move my steps.

If you move one step, you can bring one person in. If you move two steps, you can bring three people in. If you move three steps, you can bring as many people in as you want. I won't stop you, old guy. "

"May I ask your name?"

"This nameless person is given the name by the lady, Chen San."

Qiao Feng stretched out his hand and prepared to use force.

Duan Yu took a step forward. He was eager to express himself in front of Wang Yuyan, so he temporarily forgot about the fact that he always disliked taking action.

"Brother Qiao, can you let me try?"

Qiao Feng nodded and stepped aside.

"Master, please!"

The old man was still smiling.

Duan Yu stepped forward and pushed Chen San's shoulder with his palm: "The old man is offended."

Duan Yu gritted his teeth and exerted force suddenly. As the internal energy in his body surged, a serious look appeared on Chen San's face.

He immediately stopped breathing and concentrated, even closing his eyes.

As the two exerted force on each other, ripples visible to the naked eye began to appear in the air.

But Chen San remained motionless, as if a dead tree and an old vine were firmly rooted to the ground.

Duan Yu was so worried that he was sweating profusely, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously used the Beiming Magic on his hands.

But right now.

The old man suddenly reached out and slapped Duan Yu's palm away, "Sir, we are just comparing our strength, why do you want the old guy's life? Forget it, you can go in, but you can only go in by yourself."

Wang Yuyan's eyes flashed, and she immediately whispered to her mother next to her: "Mom, this is the Zhenhai Stone! This Kung Fu is the art of defeating the South China Sea. After it is practiced, it can be like a huge stone blocking the eye of the sea, regardless of the surface of the sea. The waves rolled and the earth collapsed, but the stones on the seabed remained the same and would not be moved at all. In addition, it is said that after practicing this skill, one will have the eye to observe Qi and be able to see the Qi evil in others, thus inferring that at this time The mood and momentum at the moment.”

Li Qingluo frowned: "Where did you read it? Why haven't I read this book?"

"This book is a short excerpt from a book called Geological Diary of the South China Sea. I read it accidentally and found it interesting, so I wrote it down."

Only then did Li Qingluo suddenly realize.

Geology of the South China Sea is a miscellaneous book.

Li Qingluo was not interested in such miscellaneous books.

I just didn't expect that there would be such a record in such a miscellaneous book.

It seems that I am still a little short-sighted. If I have a chance in the future, I still have to read all these books again.

Duan Yu was a little unconvinced.

But the old man didn't intend to pay attention to him anymore.

He wanted to continue pushing Chen San, but he was also afraid that his stingy actions would make Wang Yuyan laugh.

He could only grit his teeth and take a step forward, standing side by side with Qiao Feng.

Huang Rong was ready to go up.

Wu Gong grabbed her and walked up to Chen San with a smile.

The old man was suddenly startled when he looked at the young man in front of him, and then a chrysanthemum-like smile continued to bloom on his face.

"Young Master, it's better to stop joking and let your adults do it."

Wu Gong showed a bright but innocent smile.

Then he reached out and pressed on Chen San's shoulder.

Chen Sangang wanted to mock again.

But suddenly he felt a huge force on his shoulders.

He tilted his head and looked, and found that the palm was unknowingly bigger than his head, and was still expanding.

The huge force caused his forehead to be covered with dense cold sweat in an instant, and the bones all over his body kept making overwhelming clicking sounds. He looked at the young man's face again, and saw only a bright smile, It was full of red and bloody evil gas that could be seen with the naked eye.

How many people did you have to kill to have such a bloody aura?

Chen San's eyes seemed to see a huge wave of blood composed of a sea of ​​red blood.

What he practices is indeed not ordinary martial arts, but the evil art of human sacrifice, the South China Sea's Victory-Resisting Art - Zhenhai Stone.

The art of aversion to victory is not something with strange power and chaos. It is not born out of the scope of martial arts.

But it is extremely dangerous, and you have to absorb the power of the blood evil in order to succeed in cultivation.

Therefore, he can see people with evil spirits on them.

He sees countless people.

But this was the first time I saw the evil power of blood like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Moreover, these blood evil powers are extremely scarlet, and one can tell at a glance that they were obtained not long ago.

The young man in front of him had killed at least hundreds of people, and not long ago, the time was no more than half a month.

"Dong dong dong!"

There were countless thoughts in my head, but they only lasted a moment.

Chen San could no longer hold on and kept retreating. The sound of "dong-dong-dong" continued until he hit the wall.

Wu Gong retracted his palm.

"excuse me!"

"Please come in!"

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