Invincible little uncle

Chapter 237 9. You really won't regret it?

"collapse?"

"It's a kind of power that puts motion in stillness and violence in the usual way, but it's different from dark energy.

Because Bengli is more violent than Anjin, and he pays more attention to completing all his achievements in one battle.

In other words, if you blast out with one punch, the enemy will immediately retreat without a second punch.

With one punch, you don't leave a retreat for yourself, nor do you leave a retreat for the enemy. "

As the old servant talked, he seemed to think of the overlord from the previous dynasty.

He also used Fang Tian's painting halberd.

When the capital city of the Great Zhou was breached back then, it was that overlord who fought his way out of it.

Under the halberd, there are countless generals of the Zhou Dynasty, the dead souls of royal masters.

"Marquis of Wu" Lu Shaoji! !
That devil-like name was unforgettable for him all his life. Even the old Huang back then, who was used to seeing bloody storms and rolling in the field of Shura, looked at the three-headed and six-armed back of the demon god from a distance, and his back felt chills, not cold. And Se.

Fortunately, Da Zhou quietly did a wicked thing that year.

But business, how can it be called immoral?It's just the general trend.

The spies accidentally found out that Lu Shaoji's master was actually a small sect that lived in seclusion in the mountains, and what was even more fortunate and expected was that the sect was actually in Canglong Mountain in the territory of Dazhou.

After many years of secret investigations, the secret guard finally found the location of the small sect.

Then it was logical, Xia Zhi, the founder of the hidden guard, didn't even use the method of "pretending to be a businessman" to do further investigations. How could Lu Shaoji's master be so easy to get along with? I'm afraid that if you just move, the other party will disappear.

Therefore, after Xia Zhi got the news, he used all his secret guard strength, pretended to be a bandit, and on a thunderstorm night, groped through a remote path, and slaughtered without saying a word.

Surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, there was no fire, and all the killing and wailing were all covered by thunderstorms.

In that battle, Xia Zhi supervised the battle, the hidden guards came out in full force, and the peerless genius in the royal family, that is, the little prince's sister, Xia Jiejie also made a move.

The lion fights the rabbit, and use all your strength!
Let alone Lu Shaoji's master?
But the facts proved that Xia Zhi was overthinking, Lu Shaoji was Lu Shaoji, his master was just an elite master in the world, not to mention old and weak, there was no need to use such a big battle to deal with it.

Lao Huang still remembered that the hero who created the dark guard, standing in the rainstorm and thunder, cut off the head of the old man from behind like a ghost, with a stern and emotionless expression.

Later, he couldn't help thinking, if Da Zhou hadn't been annihilated by the Great Shang, maybe this hero would kill all his brothers and sisters before ascending the throne?

That hero was decisive in killing and attacking, extremely accurate, and suspicious.

But he has never been confined to a small space, and has become that petty hypocrite who is a dog. He has a big heart, and he can let go of the replacement of a dynasty.

The harvest of that battle was to obtain a book of halberd techniques.

The same technique as "Marquis Wu" Lu Shaoji.

"Shen Terror Wushuang", a fifth-grade kung fu method that exists together with the follow-up heart-training and forbidden methods.

That book, that matter, was regarded as the biggest secret of the dark guard.

From that day on, there was one more mission for the hidden guard.

That is to search around, because no one knows if there is such a sect or such a practice in the secluded mountain.

Xia Zhi's skills had been finalized, and Xia Jiejie had her own path, so this "Shen Terror Warriors" was entrusted to Xia Guang under the guise of the old servant.

If you are qualified, then practice, and then go to this world to compete for first and second.

If not, then burn it and be a millionaire forever.

It would not be a pity to burn it, this is Xia Zhi's bearing.

But it's a coincidence, who would have thought that the troubled little prince would accidentally get involved in the family affairs of Huang Pu's family and become Huang Pu Nian's youngest son?

This is really the best disguise.

Even the big merchants would never think of it.

When Lao Huang came back to his senses, he could simulate the use of this "collapse" force, but he was not proficient in it. He just used it to explain the principle to the young master and help him get started.

He put the first stage of the booklet, namely "Bengli", in front of Xia Guang.

I sighed in my heart.

Maybe the young master has completed this exercise, it is destined to embark on a road from which there is no turning back.

The terrifying merchant No. 1, the demon god named "Marquis Wu", Lu Shaoji, will be riding a huge black horse, carrying Fang Tian's painted halberd, waiting for him at the end of the road.

Two people
The hatred of the country and the family stems from the same family.

Either you die or I live!
This is destiny.

No one can escape!

However, such a heavy fate rests on the shoulders of the young man in front of him.

Can he eat it?
Can he afford it?
Thinking about it, Lao Huang couldn't help but shrink back the booklet he was holding. He looked at the immature young man in front of him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Have you really thought about it? Are you really not thinking about it?" Will you regret it? You can"

Xia Guang snatched the brochure, "Old Huang, you are too talkative, such a mother-in-law, you really look like a bitch, could it be that you are a eggless eunuch?"

Lao Huang squinted his eyes and looked at the empty hand. Although he knew the result earlier, he was still a little stunned.

"Old Huang, do me a favor."

Xia Guang flipped through the booklet, comprehended it carefully, observed the clearly marked little people, and said casually.

"Young master, just give orders." The old servant came back to his senses.

Xia Guangdao: "When I came out of Huangpu's house, I heard that my missing sister had disappeared. On Wuhu Mountain, she was kidnapped by bandits. The people of Huangpu's family have already taken action, and they are going to go to the police to patrol and arrest. Trade, or rescue. You, you are free during the day, go to help inquire, see if they have succeeded, if not, how is the progress?"

"You mean Miss Xiang'er?" Lao Huang recalled that such a person had been missing for several years.

"good."

"Old servant knows, I will go out when your cultivation is on the right track."

moment.

Prepare a little.

Change into comfortable exercise clothes.

One old and one young, one pointing, one practicing, teaching and learning in this small courtyard where the world would not pay any attention.

"The big difference between the first-rank fighters lies in the understanding of the use of power. Those who have practiced a little bit of boxing and embroidered legs, and know a few so-called moves are also first-rank fighters, but they have a punch and a rush. , is also a rank one martial artist.

Haste makes waste, and calm down is the fastest way. "

Lao Huang was afraid that the young master would ruin his foundation by rushing for success, so he was extra verbose and strict.

"No! This action is not standard! Do it again!"

"No! The fist is a little lower, how do you exert the greatest strength like this?"

"No!! No, it's still not good!! You have such strength, but you want to be slower than others for a while? If you slow down, you will die! You have to go faster, faster, faster, and harder!"

"The speed is not good, the angle is not good!"

"Lack of momentum!"

The old servant was not as easy-going as usual, he was stooped and extremely strict, and even picked a dead branch in his hand to make the ruler.

But the young man didn't complain at all.

Although he is the master, Huang is the servant.

But his eyes were still flickering, and he failed again and again, but he was not discouraged, and he didn't say anything back.

There is no such excuse as "I am practicing for the first time".

Fall down.

Get up.

Fall again.

Get up again.

A young man is like a tiger cub that never gets tired.

In the entire small courtyard, only the old servant was left with severe accusations.

And the boy's soft panting.

That wheezing...like the deep roar of a ferocious beast!

(End of this chapter)