Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 199 The Emperor’s Qi Watching Technique

"Brother Wuyou Dao is the best in the world. Do you still need to create some skills to deal with powerful enemies?"

Zhu Hefeng nodded and said: "That's natural. I'm very afraid of death, little brother. What can I do if I don't have a way to suppress the bottom of the box?"

Halfway through the words, Zhu Hefeng showed a somewhat pitiful expression, like a poor guy who might be in danger at any time.

Seeing Zhu Hefeng's appearance, Huang Yaoshi, who had known that he liked to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, was not surprised and said: "Oh, but I don't know, what kind of martial arts is Brother Wuyou trying to create?"

"The Emperor's Qi Watching Technique!" Zhu Hefeng's tone became serious and he spat out these five words one by one.

Before he finished speaking, a sharp look flashed across his eyes, scanning the entire pavilion. The six major disciples of Peach Blossom Island looked at him, and they were all frightened.

He felt as if he was facing the eye of a divine dragon in the sky, and the opponent could choose someone to devour at any time.

It was only at this moment that everyone remembered who this strange Taoist priest who looked to be in his twenties was.

He is the leader of the Seven Star Lords and the undisputed number one master in the world.

"You all go down!" When Huang Yaoshi saw this, his heart skipped a beat, he waved his hand and ordered everyone.

"Yes, Master." Qu Lingfeng and the other six disciples agreed in unison and exited the pavilion. Only Zhu Hefeng and Huang Yaoshi's family were left in the pavilion.

"The Emperor's Qi Watching Technique?" Huang Yaoshi is knowledgeable and the number one talent in the martial arts world. "Isn't what Taoist Brother Wuyou is talking about the illusory Xuanyuan Qi Watching Technique?"

"That's just what a Feng Shui expert said, it can't be taken seriously."

Zhu Hefeng smiled, glanced at Huang Yaoshi and his wife, and said: "Brother Huang is joking. I naturally don't believe in the theory of Feng Shui. The Emperor's Qi Technique that I mentioned is a magical skill that exists in my mind." , can predict the enemy's plans first, see through all the opponent's subsequent moves, and see through the changes of the three talents of heaven, earth and man!"

"Hiss!" Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but take a breath when he heard what this magical power that Zhu Hefeng had conceived could do.

Swish!
  After a long while, solemn eyes fell on Zhu Hefeng again. Huang Yaoshi said with a bit of astonishment in his tone:

"Brother Wuyou Taoist is so brave, he actually wants to create such a magical skill! But Brother Taoist should understand that it is not an easy task to create such a magical skill."

Zhu Hefeng smiled and said, "Of course I understand this."

Snapped!Snapped!
  As he spoke, Zhu Hefeng raised his sleeves and two secret books fell on the stone table.

Nine Yin Manual, Small Phaseless Kung Fu!
  Seeing the coveted Nine Yin Manual appear in front of him, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but take a breath, what a big deal.

As for the other Little Phaseless Kung Fu, although he didn't know its origin, it could be placed together with the Nine Yin Sutra. How could it be a simple martial arts?

"Nine Yin Manual, of course, I don't need to introduce it to you." Zhu Hefeng pointed to the two secret books on the stone table and said, "This little non-phase skill is the most special magic skill in the world. After practicing this skill, you will be very powerful." However, being able to use this skill to simulate martial arts in the world can also keep youth forever and keep the appearance ageless. If not for the exhaustion of life span, an old man in his seventies or eighties would still be like a teenager. With these two martial arts books as the price and reward, I wonder what Brother Huang wants?"

When Huang Yaoshi heard this, his originally indifferent eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of fire. Needless to say, the Nine Yin Scriptures, the Small Wuxiang Kung Fu can not only imitate the world's martial arts, but can even make you look immortal.

This really suits him very well.

Huang Yaoshi is almost twenty years older than his wife Feng Heng. Now it seems that they may be a match, but what about ten or twenty years from now?

Old husband and young wife, isn’t it a joke?

But as long as you practice Xiao Wuxiang Kung, you can keep your youth. On the other side, Feng Heng, who had no martial arts skills at all, heard these words and his eyes were burning.

Compared with men, women want to keep their beautiful appearance and cherish their face more than their life!
  "Husband." A sweet voice sounded, and a pair of beautiful eyes flashed with crystal color. Feng Heng looked at his husband pitifully, with an expression of indescribable pleading.

"Okay, I promise you." Faced with the request of his beloved wife and his own greed as a warrior, Huang Yaoshi was unable to refuse, so he finally nodded and agreed.

"Thank you so much, Brother Huang." Zhu Hefeng said happily.　　　唰!
  Huang Yaoshi put the two secret books into his sleeves with a big move and stepped out, "Brother Wuyou Taoist, follow me."

………………

Yanjing City, Prince Zhao's Mansion.

Prince Zhao's Mansion is magnificent and luxurious.

Just like the status of King Zhao Wanyan Honglie in the Kingdom of Jin - one person is inferior to ten thousand people!
  Clang! Clang! Clang! …

On this day, in the backyard of Prince Zhao's Mansion.

The sword roared and made a crisp sound. A dull boy, about ten years old, was dancing with the long sword in his hand and practicing swordplay.

On one side, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest watching.

The long sword in the young man's hand danced and turned into countless sword flowers, which condensed together and looked extremely gorgeous and dazzling.

But in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, there was a hint of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel.

Snapped!
  "Kang'er." After the young man finished using a set of sword techniques, the middle-aged Taoist priest said with some dissatisfaction, "Spirituality, how many times have I told you that you must be spiritual when using a sword!"

"Look at you, your sword moves are stagnant, and you haven't mastered the essence of my Quanzhen swordsmanship at all."

While speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest turned the fly whisk in his hand upside down and touched the boy's head.

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but look bitter, and said in a daze: "Master, my apprentice really can't practice well."

"Why don't you practice it for me a few more times?"

"Okay!" the Taoist priest said helplessly.

Clang!
  Before he finished speaking, a long sword jumped out of its scabbard and fell into the palm of the Taoist priest. The sword was heavily shadowed.

In the flash of sword light, the same sword, with the same sword technique, in the hands of this Taoist priest, is better than that of his stupid disciple.

With a sword in hand, the blade seems to come alive.

The young man who fell to one side had a look of admiration on his face, but there was a bit of confusion in the deepest part of his eyes.

Snapped!
  Under the urging of the Taoist sword, the petals on several big trees in the backyard that had just bloomed fell, and were turned into flower mud by the energy of his sword.

Not long after, a set of sword techniques was completed.

"Kang'er, do you understand?" The Taoist priest put away his sharp sword and asked his disciple.

The young man tilted his head and said, "I seem to understand, but I just feel less."

"Alas!" After hearing what the young man said, the Taoist priest sighed feebly.

"Taoist Master Qiu." Just as the Taoist priest sighed secretly at his disciple's dull qualifications, a call suddenly came from the distance.

The two masters and disciples looked over and saw the master of the palace, King Zhao Wanyan Honglie, striding over with a golden sword on his horse.

(End of this chapter)