God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 64

Yue Qingcheng took a deep look at him and nodded.

"One hour, if you can't learn it, all my herbs will belong to you."

Among the prisoners on death row, no one has the most herbs than her.

Other people's stuff is confiscated when they're brought in, which is a big plus for Death Row, which is why they're so keen on arresting people.

"Okay! Ms. Yue is happy!" The old man said with a smile, "You follow me."

When teaching martial arts, one cannot allow others to be present.

When Yue Qingcheng arrived at his house, he didn't expect the house to be tidy and clean despite being so dirty.

All the way she came, she smelled a lot of disgusting smells, but this house didn't have it, and it had been smoked with herbs, so there was a faint smell of medicine.

This surprised her.

The old man smiled and said, "Do you think it doesn't match the old man's image?"

Yue Qingcheng was unwilling to communicate on this matter, and said with a cold face: "Okay, what martial arts do you want to teach me?"

The old man Fuxu said, "The old man is outside, and he is the leader of the beggar gang. Since I want to teach you, of course I want to teach you the best dog-beating stick method. The rank of this martial skill is unknown, but at least it is above the mysterious rank."

"The leader of the Beggar Gang?" Yue Qingcheng glanced at him, but there was some information about the Beggar Gang in her memory.

It is the power formed by the gathering of beggars in the streets and alleys.

The state of Xia is the weakest in national strength. When encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters, refugees are prone to appear, and there will be no shortage of beggars.

The beggar gang is not necessarily the strongest, but it has the most people.

Unexpectedly, all the leaders of the beggar gang were arrested!

"Yes, Miss Yue can call me Su Qier."

"It is said that only the masters of the beggar gang can learn the dog-beating stick method. You teach me this, and you want me to be the master of the beggar gang in the future?" Yue Qingcheng's tone rose.

"I've been imprisoned for more than 50 years. I'm afraid the outside world has forgotten me. The leader will definitely change positions. How can I have the right to let Miss Yue take over?"

Su Qier paused, and said with a smile: "It's just that the old man is imprisoned, and under the pressure of Miss Yue, it is human nature to spread the secret book to save his life."

Yue Qingcheng shrugged, Su Qier didn't mind, so what did she mind.

Anyway, if she learns the dog-beating-stick method, it is impossible for her to inherit some beggar gang.

Su Qier took out a wooden stick from the corner, and it was chipped very easily.

He waved it a few times, "Miss Yue, look carefully, the old man is old and has heavy bones, he needs to rest for a long time after one hit, and he can't hit twice in a row, so you only have one chance!"

Yue Qingcheng nodded, standing aside and concentrating.

Su Qier took a few deep breaths, and instantly straightened her stooped back, as if she had strength, and swung the stick in this small space.

Yue Qingcheng was a little shocked.

She didn't have much exposure to Xuan-level martial arts, but she could tell that this dog-beating-stick technique was much more profound than that of Bang Tianxiang and Lingyun sword technique.

Su Qi'er obviously has no origin force, but when he hits the dog stick, the stick is vaguely driven by the origin force of the air, with a mysterious aura.

Yue Qingcheng stared at his every move, and at the same time, the peach pit in his body also changed accordingly.

It emits a trace of Yuanli fluctuations, which are consumed due to the evolution of martial arts.

And in the depths of Yue Qingcheng's clear pupils, there seemed to be a villain who was simultaneously practicing the dog-beating stick technique.

Its movements are extremely slow, of course, the number of paths is similar to that of Su Qier.

But it is more profound than his dog-beating stick method, and has another more majestic momentum, which is clearly imprinted in Yue Qingcheng's mind.

(End of this chapter)