The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 17: Partridge Whistle Failed
In Pingshan Miao Village, the bonfire burns brighter and brighter.

Ever since the Xiangling bandits set up camp here, the Miao people have vacated half of the village.

The Miao people in western Hunan have always been of the same blood. They are not only united but also xenophobic.

But Chen Yulou had money to pave the way, and with his wealth and power, he bought half of the village.

Now, the place where everyone lives has long been surrounded by the Xiangling bandits.

With the campfire as the center, in the innermost part were Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle who were fighting fiercely.

A little further out, there are Sun Guofu, Elder Liaochen, Hong Girl, the old foreigner, Hua Maguai and others.

At the outermost edge, there are about a hundred brothers from Xiangling.

Only where the two monsters were, it was deserted and no one dared to approach.

Those who have been to the deep valley of Pingshan are not unfamiliar with the existence of the two monsters.

But for most people, it was the first time they saw a monster.

The ten-foot-tall white ape, with tangled muscles, can tear tigers and leopards apart alive, which is awe-inspiring.

The black scorpion, which is as big as a millstone, and its poisonous sting sticking up high, is even more terrifying.

But, after all, he is just an evil character in strange stories and legends.

Everyone just kept their distance, looked at him secretly from time to time, and did not dare to get close.

In the center of the campfire, Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle were fighting back and forth, the fight was very intense, and the Xiangling bandits were very excited.

Chen Yulou relied on Zixia's true qi to protect his body and took a hard hit on Queqiao Shao's Kuixing kick.

"Haha, brother Partridge Whistle, your Kuixing Kick is still so domineering."

Chen Yulou rubbed his numb arm. The more he fought, the greater his chances of winning became.

Kuixing kicking is the special skill of Queqiao Shao, and its attack power is terrifyingly high.

The unlucky old raccoon at the ancient raccoon monument was kicked to death by this trick, and his skin and bones were also peeled off.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Yulou would never dare to take it head-on, and would even flatter Partridge Whistle when he saw him.

There is no other reason, I just admire the strong.

However, it is different now.

After practicing Zixia magic and taking Jiuhua Yulu pills, he has been reborn.

It's just a Kuixing kick, the technique is quite difficult, but unfortunately it still can't break Zixia's true qi.

Partridge Whistle looked at Chen Yulou who took his ultimate move head-on, his eyes wide open in surprise.

This powerful move is one of the secret skills of the Taoist Master Banshan.

Combined with the powerful Vajra Palm, even the zombies in the tomb can be freed of their big vertebrae.

Originally, he was afraid that Chen Yulou would not be able to catch it, so he deliberately held back a little.

Now it seems that he was only looking at the world from a narrow perspective and looked down on the heroes of the world.

After being stunned for a moment, Partridge Whistle recovered and exclaimed: "Brother Chen, your Zixia Divine Art is more than one level higher than mine. I admire you."

Chen Yulou laughed loudly: "Haha, you and I practice magic together, but it's a pity that you are obsessed with Feng Shui and your realm is behind. If we were at the same realm, I would not be your opponent."

"You mean you can fight better than me now?"

Partridge Whistle raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists, and his joints cracked.

Chen Yulou grinned: "It's natural. Those who fall behind will be beaten, and no one is exempt."

Partridge Whistle tightened his belt, got into position again, and said in a deep voice, "Come and fight!"

"Alright! I will beat you up today so that you can understand what the Purple Cloud Divine Art is."

Chen Yulou used all his strength, his face was covered with purple, and he slapped Partridge Whistle with one palm.

At this time, Partridge Whistle no longer avoided, and used the secret powerful Vajra Palm of Moving Mountains to collide with Chen Yulou.

However, as soon as the two of them slapped each other, Partridge Whistle's expression changed drastically.

He only felt a huge force coming at him, and then he was knocked several meters away and fell to the ground.

A piercing pain came from his right arm, causing him to gasp.

At the same time, a powerful amount of true energy rushed through the body, injuring the internal organs.

Deep in the throat, the fishy and sweet reverse blood kept rising up and flowed out from the corners of the mouth.

The old foreigner and Hua Ling were horrified and rushed over to check on the injuries.

Partridge Whistle was lying on the ground, his eyes were dull, and he was completely stunned. He thought he was a wise Taoist monk, but he didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter and be knocked down by Chen Yulou.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and laughed:
"Haha, brother Queqiao Shao, how is it? Do you regret wasting time practicing Zixia Magical Skill?"

It was quiet around the campfire.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Chen Yulou, their mouths wide open in disbelief.

Chen Yulou’s boxing and kicking skills are not that good, they can only be said to be barely acceptable.

But with the help of Zixia magic power, the serfs turned over and started singing, and knocked down Partridge Whistle with one palm.

This seemed incredible to everyone.

Soon, the Xiangling bandits reacted and shouted with joy.

"The boss is awesome! Awesome!"

"That's right, otherwise how could you lead so many brothers?"

"That palm strike was so scary. If it hit me, my internal organs would be shattered."

"Indeed, it's amazing. I find that I am getting more and more handsome."

"Hey, stay away from us."

"You say, is the Zixia magic skill really that magical?"

"Hey, what truth are you talking about? Zixia Magical Skill, if it's not magical, how can it be called magical skill?"

“I wish I could learn it, too.”

"It's just getting dark, and you're already dreaming?"

"Get lost, that's called having ambition."

"Pursue? Why don't you drown yourself?"

"Go away, go away, go away now. You deserve to be a dirtbag for the rest of your life."

"Aren't you?"

In the crowd, Sun Guofu and Elder Lechen looked at each other.

"I didn't expect that the skill that the demon fairy casually bestowed upon me would be so miraculous. The Purple Cloud Divine Skill is indeed worthy of its name."

"Yes, the ancient martial arts true qi, I don't know who created it. I have traveled all over the country, but this is the first time I have seen it. It is indeed amazing."

On the other side, Hua Ling and the old foreigner ran to Partridge Whistle's side in a few steps.

The old foreigner breathed a sigh of relief after a careful inspection.

"Fortunately, there is no serious problem. At least the arm is not broken. It's just that the shoulder joint is slightly dislocated. As for the internal injuries."

The old foreigner frowned, which made Hua Ling so distressed that she couldn't help but shed tears.

"How is Senior Brother? Are his internal organs damaged?"

People who practice martial arts are most afraid of internal injuries. In mild cases, they will need to recuperate for several months, while in severe cases, they will die on the spot. No wonder Hua Ling is so nervous.

The old foreigner shook his head and said, "It's just an internal organ injury, it's not fatal. Junior sister, please prescribe some soup and it will be fine in half a month."

Hua Ling only realized at this time that she was well versed in pharmacology, and blushed as she said:
"Brother, don't worry. I've taken out all the good medicine for you to use. You'll be well in less than half a month."

Partridge Whistle was lying on the ground, feeling great pain all over, and was trying to struggle to sit up.

It was just an unintentional glance, but I saw a bright moon suddenly appearing on the top of Pingshan Mountain in the distance.

The moon was about the size of a washbasin, shining brightly and as white as jade.

"What is that? The moon has fallen?"

Partridge Whistle was stunned, then turned his gaze to the sky.

Above the nine heavens, a bright moon hangs high, illuminating the mountains and rivers, unchanged for ten thousand years.

Partridge Whistle's face froze, and he turned his head to look towards the top of Ping Mountain again.

At this moment, the bright moon became even clearer, gathering the surrounding moonlight and turning into tangible silver waves, rippling on the mountain top.

Partridge Whistle was dumbfounded and muttered to himself:
"The moon has not set yet, so what is that thing on the top of Bottle Mountain?"

"A second moon?"

"Or is this the magical power that the demon fairy wants to practice?"

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