Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 49

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The little monk was staggering, his face was flushed, but he didn't look very old, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his appearance was very handsome.

His body was fair, his eyes were slightly squinted, he was half drunk and half awake, and some women who came back from washing clothes by the river opened their mouths wide open.

"Monk's wine! Don't look back when you reach the other side! Monk's wine! Spring and Autumn under the Bodhi tree..."

It wasn't until the figure of the little monk disappeared that the women came back to their senses, all of them had strange expressions, seeing that the little monk also had his scars on his ring, monks must abide by the rules, why did a wine and meat monk come here.

Hu Fu.

In front of the side room, the slender body of the young man in black robe was tense, his eyes were serious and cold, the scorching breath was overflowing, the air behind him was slightly distorted, and there was a red light flickering, as if something was about to break free.

The cold air is overwhelming, not like the coldness of this winter, but a chill that seems to be able to deeply freeze the soul of a person.

A few middle-aged Jiang Hu soon couldn't take it anymore and staggered back, leaving only the young man in black robe and Su Qi Nian who was a foot away behind him.

"This boy..."

At this moment, Su Qinian stood out from the crowd, the faces of the quacks were pale, and there was a look of surprise in their eyes.

Mr. Hu's eyes lit up. Those Maojiu gangsters with high cultivation levels in "Galloping Horse Strength" are close to the sixth level of perfection. He doesn't know this young man in black robes, but an inconspicuous man like Su Qinian At first, he thought that he was just an immature kid who wanted to join in the fun and show off his passion, but he never expected to receive such an accident.

"You can't be judged by your appearance. The ancient sages have said this. As a scholar, I have lost my mind recently. I forgot how to be calm in my daily life. I lost my mind, lost my mind!"

Mr. Hu sighed in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the immature body in the wing room, looking at that creepy little face, the old man's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and his breathing became stagnant.

"Monster, don't show up yet!"

Suddenly, the black-robed youth lunged like a horse, and with a cold reprimand, the air behind his back melted away, and a fiery red horse kicked its hooves, swaggered, and descended into the world.

"The seven levels of "Galloping Horse Strength" are complete, the power of a fierce horse!"

Several quacks exclaimed, they didn't expect this rather cold and arrogant young man to have such an astonishing level of cultivation, the seven levels of "Galloping Horse Strength" have been completed, and there is already a foundation for impact, opening up the dantian, and nurturing the true energy of the inner family qualified.

"Wait! What an evildoer! This child is possessed by an evildoer? Why can't he sense the evil spirit?"

Immediately afterwards, the man Mao Jiu's complexion became even paler. Possession by a monster is not a trivial matter. It is impossible for a powerful monster to do it, let alone make people not feel the monster. Han, if it is true, it is probably difficult to be kind.

what!

Mr. Hu was also shocked, evildoer?What evildoer?His little grandson was possessed by a monster?

Mr. Hu has also read quite a few of the seventy-seven and forty-nine volumes of "The Demon Scripture" published by the Royal Academy, but no matter what kind of records and descriptions, after being possessed by evildoers, there is almost no good end. And his little grandson just turned three years old four days ago.

Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that this young man in black robe could also see the truth, but looking at the fluctuations of Qi and blood rising from his body and the fist posture he put on, it was undoubtedly the seventh floor of "Galloping Horse Strength", and Now he can vaguely see that this evildoer in Hu's mansion is probably not that simple.

giggle!

At this moment, the little boy in the side room looked at the black-robed youth, his miserable green eyes were stern, but the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and the child's giggles went straight into the man's head.

A cloudy wind rose, a gust of wind swept across, dust filled the sky, and a sudden change occurred in the blink of an eye.

When everyone saw their eyes clearly again, they couldn't help their calves trembling, because at this moment, no matter where they were in the Hu Mansion, they were stepping on the sticky wet mud, which smelled rancid, and they could see the bodies exposed on the ground. There are white bones, broken or crooked stone tablets, and wooden inscriptions, but they have long been decayed and rotted, and the inscriptions cannot be seen clearly.

Dots of emerald phosphorous fire floated, and the cold air was several times stronger than before.

Now, the little boy was standing in front of a missing corner of the monument, with a hill of white bones piled up under his feet, and his giggling laughter was like a hand summoning souls in hell.

"This is the mass burial mound on the hill behind the village, the burial place of the villagers who were killed by monsters in the past generations!"

The young couple exclaimed, and their expressions changed drastically, why did they come here suddenly.

"No, this is an illusion!"

A few quacks still have some insight after all, although they have not been able to go out of a county, they are not ignorant.

"There are rumors that there are monsters or monsters with strong spirits that can confuse people's hearts, create illusions, make people sink, lose, and eventually die."

"Sure enough, it's a monster! We have fallen into an illusion, but how can we break free from this illusion? In some historical records, they are all martial arts masters who have cultivated the true energy of the inner family. "

Mao Jiu and the others quickly panicked again. They were still relatively small people in Qingshan Town, but in the entire Yunyang County, they were ordinary people. Wherever they had seen such a scene, they were completely helpless.

"The evildoer will still harm people!"

Suddenly, the young man in black robe made a move. He was like a galloping horse. With one step, he seemed to jump over a deep cliff. The vision also made Su Qinian's eyes full of splendor.

The unity of people and horses, the essence of ecstasy!

This is a symbol of all the seven forms of horse-shaped boxing. The power of a strong horse is integrated into one's body, and the horse and man are united. The whole body has [-]% of its strength, which is enough to unleash [-]% of its attacking power.

call!

As soon as the fist of the black-robed youth pierced through, the figure of the little boy shattered like an illusion.

"There are phantoms in the illusion!" the man Mao Jiu said hoarsely.

However, the black-robed young man was in constant shape, and he didn't even show the slightest surprise when the fist passed through the little boy. He turned around suddenly, one fist burst out one after another, three fists in a row, almost like a herd of horses galloping.

"Good boxing!"

Su Qinian praised, this is not a horse-shaped boxing, this black-robed young man really has the kung fu to press the bottom of the box, even this boxing method is not much worse than the turtle-snake boxing in Su Qinian's opinion, the fiery red fist that wrapped the young man The fierce horse also surged in a circle in an instant, taking on the appearance of a sweaty horse.

Bang!

The black-robed young man stopped, and he punched the air, but it seemed to be blocked, the void shook, and a young figure appeared, pressing his small hand on the edge of the fist, and it shook slightly.

Ding Ding Deng!

The black-robed youth's complexion changed, he retreated seven or eight steps in a row and stood still, his eyes became more dignified than ever before.

"It's not a monster! Monsters don't know how to change martial arts. It's impossible to block my punches so easily. You are a monster!"

As soon as the black-robed youth said this, he was shocked!

What is a monster race? Compared with the human race, such an extraterrestrial race is too talented. The natural demon body is more vigorous than the human race of the same age, and it has many talents. Even above the changes of the magic way, the most important thing is that as long as the Yaozu grows up, they can almost have the strength of a strong horse. With a little practice, there is a great possibility to breed the true energy of the inner family.

Although the emperors of the Han Dynasty in all dynasties paid attention to martial arts, and even the Royal Academy compiled the "Galloping Horse Strength" suitable for people all over the world, the human race is relatively weak in nature, and the rate of being able to cultivate the true energy of the inner family is still far lower than that of the monster race.

Su Qinian's pupils are also slightly condensed, just like a martial arts practitioner who walks the rivers and lakes, not a master of the country like Wudang, whose foundation building skills are incomparably wonderful, and martial arts without foundation building, it is even difficult to get out of a county. Similarly, there are martial arts sects, aristocratic families, and even the Dragon Guards of the Celestial Dragon Hulong Villa, and the local garrisons, all of them often clean up the monsters lurking in the wilderness. There are very few places that have not yet established a foundation. (Send it at noon, recommendation ticket, recommendation ticket, collection, collection, la la la la la!)

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