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"Where are you taking me? How do you know my lady?"

Seeing that Yi Huawei was just busy on his way, Xiang Wentian finally couldn't help but ask.

"Yingying was with me just now, otherwise, why do you think I saved you?"

Yi Huawei looked up at the afterimage of the hawk flying in the sky. It was too late to take action now. He turned his head and glanced at Xiang Wentian: "Shake off the pursuers first, and then I will take you to meet Yingying."

At this moment, a shout was heard from afar: "Xiang Wentian, you can't escape, so just surrender."

Xiang Wentian raised his eyebrows and cursed, "Damn it, a large number of bastards are chasing us."

They stopped talking and rode away on their horses.

"dismount!"

Yi Huawei snorted coldly, exhaled his inner breath, and suddenly clenched his five fingers. With his action, the blue-gray mountain mist that filled the surroundings seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and was stirred to spin rapidly, forming a small vortex.

Xiang Wentian only felt a strong suction coming from the Dazhui point at the back of his neck. The suction was like an invisible big hand, suddenly lifting him up three inches in the air. His body instantly lost balance, his feet left the stirrups, and swayed slightly in the air.

Before Xiang Wentian had time to be surprised by this sudden change, he heard a dull palm wind coming from his ears, and the palm wind whistled towards him with a fierce momentum.

"rise!"

Yi Huawei shouted in a low voice and slapped out with his right palm quickly. At the moment he slapped out his right palm, the purple qi in his body suddenly split into two streams from the dantian like two rushing rivers. One stream of qi rushed along the hand Shaoyang triple burner meridian and went straight through the palm; while the other stream of qi went against the flow and rushed towards the foot Shaoyin kidney meridian.

The two completely different directions of true qi met at the Danzhong point, like two turbulent rivers colliding in a narrow river channel, erupting with a powerful force. This force formed a light purple cyclone within a three-foot range around Yi Huawei, which slowly rotated and made a slight humming sound.

The two yellow horses ridden by Yi Huawei and Xiang Wentian were extremely frightened, neighed loudly, raised their front hooves, and galloped towards the dense forest in the southeast. The horses' hooves stepped on the ground, crushing the dark red maple leaves on the ground, splashing pieces of red debris.

"Dragon Catching Skill? ... Are you from Shaolin Temple? No, that's not right..."

Xiang Wentian was forced to take several steps back by Yi Huawei's palm wind. He finally managed to stabilize his body. Just as he opened his mouth to say a few words, he felt a fishy and sweet smell suddenly rising in his throat. He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, but a trace of blood still flowed out from between his fingers.

At this time, Xiang Wentian keenly noticed the subtlety of Yi Huawei's grappling technique. A faint medicinal fragrance, mixed with the bitterness of rotten bone grass and the special smell of dogwood, slowly seeped into his Du channel along with Yi Huawei's purple qi.

Xiang Wentian was shocked and immediately realized that Yi Huawei seemed to be performing the Dragon Capture Technique, but in fact, he was secretly performing the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique by using the posture of the Dragon Capture Technique. This method of skillfully combining two different techniques is extremely rare in the martial arts world and requires extremely high skills and a deep understanding of the techniques.

"Silence."

Yi Huawei saw that Xiang Wentian wanted to continue talking, so he immediately stopped him. He held Xiang Wentian's waist with his palm and tapped his toes on a protruding basalt. With this little bit of force, his body suddenly turned towards the cliff on the west side like an agile bird.

A few dozen steps away, a thousand-year-old cypress tree lay on the ground. The trunk of the ancient cypress tree was extremely thick, and the bark was covered with gullies. The tangled roots were like huge pythons, coiled on the ground. Between the intricate roots, the entrance to a cave could be vaguely seen.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar. The sound was loud and powerful. But when the sound was three hundred steps away, it suddenly stopped. Obviously, the pursuers seemed to have noticed something and stopped temporarily.

When Yi Huawei heard the pursuers stop, he quickly rotated the five fingers of his left hand, like playing with abacus beads. As his fingers moved, Zixia Qi tapped Xiang Wentian's Ren Meridian acupoints seven times in a row. With each tap, Xiang Wentian could feel a warm current flowing into his body along the acupoints. This warm current fought against the surging poisonous gas in his body, and finally forced the poisonous blood that surged to his throat back into his internal organs.

"Into the cave."

Yi Huawei said in a low voice, pointing to the entrance of the cave. Xiang Wentian endured the discomfort in his body, nodded, and walked towards the cave.

In the cave, the stalactites hanging from the dome glowed with a faint blue phosphorescence, which looked particularly strange in the darkness. Xiang Wentian leaned against the cold stone wall, gasping for breath. His physical strength had been exhausted in the previous ordeal, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Just as he was panting, he caught a glimpse of the purple-gold lines on the base of Yi Huawei's right palm. The lines were clearly visible, and they were the "purple air coming from the east" that would appear when the Purple Cloud Divine Art was cultivated to the ninth level. This meant that Yi Huawei's Purple Cloud Divine Art had reached an extremely high level.

However, what puzzled Xiang Wentian was that when Yi Huawei captured him just now, the Laogong acupoint on his palm was strangely sunken half an inch. This special change in the Laogong acupoint on the palm was clearly the method of using the power of the Beggar Gang's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Who are you?"

Doubts and doubts surged in Xiang Wentian's heart, and his eyes were fixed on Yi Huawei. He couldn't help but ask, "Why do you know the unique skills of Shaolin, Huashan, and Beggars' Sect?"

The martial arts skills displayed by the person in front of him transcended different sects and were so strange and powerful that he found it difficult to understand.

"I am Yue Huawei, a disciple of Huashan!"

Xiang Wentian would find out sooner or later anyway, so Yi Huawei raised his hand and took off the mask, revealing his face.

Xiang Wentian's eyes were instantly attracted, and when he looked closely, his heart was even more shocked. The man in front of him had a young face, and looked like a young man in his early twenties, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, fair skin, and a youthful vigor.

But in this world, those who have such profound skills and master the unique skills of many schools are mostly senior masters who have been famous for a long time. It was really beyond his expectation that the young man in front of him had such ability.

Huashan faction?
I haven't been out for a few years, and yet Huashan Sect has produced such an amazing young generation?

But why do the disciples of Huashan Sect have such a close relationship with their own young lady?

Xiang Wentian had many doubts in his mind, and he didn't know where to start. Yi Huawei glanced at Xiang Wentian calmly and said calmly, "I just used the Purple Cloud Qi to simulate the Qi-trapping Dragon Technique."

"……you,"

Xiang Wentian was speechless for a moment, and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. The shock in his heart was beyond words. Zixia Qi was the superior internal skill of Huashan Sect, and Qinlong Gong was one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu. These two skills belonged to different sects, and the training methods and luck methods were very different. It was not easy to use Zixia Qi to simulate Qinlong Gong's luck method.

After a moment of silence, Xiang Wentian finally found his voice and said, "Using Zixia Qi to simulate the Dragon Capturing Technique? This is by no means an easy task. Many people have spent their entire lives trying to comprehend a unique skill. How can you do it at such a young age?"

I listened to the sound of horse hooves coming and going outside the cave, knowing that they would find this place sooner or later. It would be difficult to escape unscathed with such a wounded person without killing anyone.

With a thought, Yi Huawei pressed his fingers on Xiang Wentian's wrist. Zixia Qi slowly flowed out from his fingertips and divided into three strands that probed into Xiang Wentian's Taiyuan acupoint.

As soon as he came into contact with the other party's disordered internal breath, Yi Huawei keenly felt that Xiang Wentian's seven meridians were blocked. His brows furrowed slightly, knowing well the severity of this injury.

Yi Huawei's right little finger trembled slightly, quietly transforming 20% ​​of his true energy into the soft power of Wudang Mian Zhang. This soft power was like a gurgling stream in the mountains, slowly massaging along Xiang Wentian's lung meridian, trying to clear the blocked meridians.

"Thank you, Young Master Yue..."

After Yi Huawei dredged his meridians, Xiang Wentian felt much more relaxed, and felt that his injuries had mostly healed. He looked at Yi Huawei with a hint of gratitude in his eyes. His curiosity grew stronger. This young man had such a strong internal force that he was rarely seen in his life. He should be able to compete with Master Ren.

"The Shaolin Vajra Finger needs to go through the hand yangming large intestine meridian,"

Yi Huawei suddenly spoke, his voice echoing in the cave: "But Zixia's Qi belongs to the Shaoyang path. If you want to simulate its fierceness, you must forcibly change the route at the Shangyang acupoint."

As he spoke, the knuckles of his left index finger cracked, and a sharp gust of wind swept across the stalactites beside him.

With a whoosh, the wind from the finger left a three-inch-deep conical hole on the stone surface. The edge of the hole was neat, as if it had been carefully carved.

Xiang Wentian stared at the spiral pattern on the edge of the stone hole. He had been in the martial arts world for many years, so he naturally knew that this was the characteristic of the diamond finger force penetrating the stone marrow. But when he looked closely, he found that the bottom of the hole was covered with fine cracks. He knew in his heart that this was the reverse flow of the meridians caused by forcibly reversing the direction of the true qi, and it would be difficult to reach the perfect state after all.

At this moment, a metallic scraping sound came from outside the cave. The sound was so sharp and piercing that it made people's scalps numb.

Yi Huawei and Xiang Wentian became alert at the same time. Yi Huawei looked in the direction of the sound and saw an iron centipede hook from the Five Poison Sect stuck in the crack of the rock. The iron centipede hook had a strange shape and exuded a cold luster, and it was obvious at first glance that it was not an ordinary object.

Yi Huawei pressed his right palm on the ground, and purple qi gushed out from the Laogong acupoint. At the moment when the purple qi gushed out, it was suddenly gathered into a thread, which was the technique of the Emei School's "Golden Summit Cotton Needle". This thin thread of true qi was like a flexible snake, wrapping around the iron hook three meters away. Then, it was pulled back with force, and at the moment of pulling back, the true qi changed into the collapse force of Kunlun Zhentian Palm.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the centipede hook made of fine steel broke. The hook holder did not expect that this seemingly weak Qi could be so powerful, and fell off the cliff with a scream.

Yi Huawei groaned, and the little finger of his right hand curled up unnaturally. It turned out that the finger bone had been bruised by the recoil force due to the rapid conversion of different forces.

"Southeast Xun position."

Xiang Wentian suddenly spoke. Although he was seriously injured, his hearing, which had been trained through years of fighting, was still there. From the dome of the cave came the sound of rolling sand grains. With his rich experience, he immediately determined that it was the sound of Lu Bai, the "Crane Hand" of the Songshan School, digging the ground with a mattock.

Yi Huawei crossed his palms and pressed them to the top of his head. The purple air condensed into the sword energy of the Qingcheng School's Songfeng Sword in his palms. The sword energy swirled in his palms, as if ready to break out of his body at any time. As the rock layer collapsed, Yi Huawei's index and middle fingers of his right hand formed a sword shape and thrust out. The sword energy penetrated the three-foot soil layer and accurately hit the copper ring connection of the mattock.

Lu Bai felt a shock in his hand, and the weapon instantly slipped out of his hand. At the moment when Lu Bai's weapon slipped out of his hand, Yi Huawei's left hand suddenly changed its move to Huashan Jade Palm. The palm wind swept up the broken stones and rushed back, like a small rain of stones. The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard from the ground, mixed with the exclamations of the Songshan disciples.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, and a hidden weapon flew over at an extremely fast speed. The sound of breaking through the air was extremely sharp, and just by listening to the sound, one could tell that the weight of the hidden weapon was really not light.

Xiang Wentian reacted very quickly, turned around immediately, stretched out his hand and accurately caught the flying hidden weapon. After he saw the hidden weapon clearly, his face darkened and he cursed: "He, what are you doing here?" The voice echoed in the fog, with a bit of anger and confusion.

A voice came out of the thick fog, and the tone was full of hostility, shouting: "You are a disaster to the martial arts world, everyone has the right to kill you, take another blow from me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could hear a continuous whirring sound. The man said "one spike", but there were at least seven or eight flying spikes.

When Xiang Wentian heard the dense sound of breaking through the air, he immediately took a steady horse stance with his legs, leaned forward slightly, and became very nervous. This look was completely different from the nonchalant look he had shown when he was surrounded by enemies in the pavilion. The flying spikes flew in front of him and then fell silent. I guess he had cleverly collected them all.

Yi Huawei stood aside, closely watching Xiang Wentian's movements, while being alert to the movements around him.

Suddenly, the noise became louder and louder, and it was unknown how many flying spikes were thrown at the same time. Yi Huawei was shocked and immediately determined that this was the "Flower Rain" technique. However, he felt strange. Originally, the hidden weapons used in this technique must be small hidden weapons such as gold coin darts and iron lotus seeds. But from the sound of the flying spikes breaking through the air, each one weighed at least one pound, if not half a pound. How could dozens of them be thrown at the same time?

While he was thinking, the dense flying cones had already flown in front of him. Yi Huawei did not dare to neglect it, and quickly raised his palm and pushed it out horizontally. The strong internal force surged from the palm, forming an invisible barrier. The hidden weapons that flew in front of the two people fell one after another, and some of them were still dark blue, obviously they were poisoned.

But at this moment, Xiang Wentian screamed: "Ouch!" His voice was filled with pain, as if he was seriously injured. Yi Huawei frowned, and doubts arose in his heart. He immediately looked at Xiang Wentian. But Xiang Wentian blinked at him and wailed: "I... I can't do it, you... you... go away..."

Yi Huawei's heart moved, and he immediately understood Xiang Wentian's intention. He smiled slightly, said no more words, and secretly gathered his internal strength to prepare for the next situation.

All I heard was the pursuers shouting loudly: "Xiang Wentian was hit by a flying spike!" In the white fog, more than a dozen figures could be seen approaching.

(End of this chapter)