Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 137
Wei Tao sat by the fire, eating with an iron pot.

He was only halfway through eating when he suddenly stopped.

He raised his head suddenly, and looked around with suspicion and vigilance in his eyes.

Everything around is fine, and there is no abnormality.

Wei Tao exhaled softly, stretched out his hands to knead the center of his brows, and closed his eyes at the same time, as if he was listening to something.

Time passed little by little.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and asked, "You guys, did you hear anyone talking?"

"Is that the kind of sharp, distorted laughter that seems to be drifting with the wind?"

The disciples of the Qingshan Society next to them shook their heads.

Even Qu Chang, who was not far away, said, "I was eating with Hongmei just now, and no one said a word."

"It's not the voice of the two of you."

Wei Tao shook his head with a gloomy expression.

This is the third time.

He suddenly felt a little irritable.

Inexplicably, he thought of the dead Bai Lingyu.

Could it be that her mental illness is contagious?
Slowly exhaling a foul breath, Wei Tao put all his thoughts behind him, and picked up the iron pot full of stewed meat again.

Shang Bian returned from his patrol, feeling chilled all over.

He took a bowl of broth and moistened his throat, "Sir, everything around is normal."

After a pause, he continued, "Just now when we were on patrol, we met the bodyguards of Nanming Commercial Bank, and I feel that they have always been very wary of us."

"It's okay, just be careful."

Putting down the empty cauldron, Wei Tao exhaled contentedly, "They are leading the way, we just follow behind. If they have any problems, I can solve them by myself."

Shang Bian nodded, suddenly a little dazed.

Under the light of the fire, Wei Tao's face flickered, giving people a sense of fantasy and horror.

Shang Bian seemed to have returned to the forest.

He walked through it carefully, and the ground was full of the corpses of the black scarf soldiers with their limbs and arms.

And that woman covered in hoarfrost, like an ice and snow elf, made him even more dizzy and unable to control himself.

He will never forget her appearance in this life.

He also thought more than once that he could kill her with his own hands to avenge the teacher.

However, Shang Bian also understands that this is only a fantasy after all.

With his strength and the potential that has been exhausted after the foundation is damaged, even if he is given another 100 years of hard training, it is absolutely impossible to be that woman's opponent.

Not to mention killing her to avenge the teacher of the Iron Legs sect.

But who would have thought that without any warning, he would see her dead body in the barren mountains and wild forests.

And all of this was done by Mr. Wei alone.

There is nothing left to ask for revenge.

His life will be sold to Mr. Wei in the future.

Shang Bian sat there blankly, staring at the quietly burning bonfire, feeling surprisingly peaceful at this moment.

After one night, the convoy set off.

Although I encountered bandits gathered several times on the road, I saw that the two teams were well-equipped and taking care of each other from a distance. After all, they did not dare to approach, but followed for a while before retreating on their own.

After another two days of trekking like this, the convoy finally left Cangyuan.

The frequency of encountering rioters and bandits on the road has been greatly reduced.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere also became much lighter.

It was getting late, and night fell.

Starting in the afternoon, the two convoys set up camp in an abandoned village.

In addition to the normal arrangements for vigilance, everyone else is busy.

After a while, several bonfires were lit.

Take water for stew, hunt for barbecue.

Whether it was a bodyguard of the bodyguard bureau or a student of the Qingshan society, everyone's face was filled with joy.

Tonight is the day to watch the New Year.

Soon, pots of broth were served.

Soak the dry and hard noodles in it, which can comfort the soul most in this cold winter night.

Nan Ling took out dozens of bags of shochu from the cart, which instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

A sip of bread soaked in broth and a sip of hot shochu quickly shortened the distance between the two people.

No longer wary of each other, full of vigilance.

The head of the bodyguard, Luo Cheng, drank a few more sips of shochu, and his voice became obviously louder.

Wei Tao ate slowly, listening to him talk about all kinds of anecdotes and strange things he encountered when escorting darts in the past.

Especially when he heard a certain clip about the Snake Valley adventure, it attracted all his attention.

It's a pity that what Luo Cheng said was completely different from what he had encountered before, so it had no reference value.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the nearby fire.

It was also mixed with noisy applause.

Wei Tao turned his head to look, and saw two commercial bodyguards fighting in the middle.

The two were tossing and turning in an open space, fisting and kicking, fighting evenly.

Most of the people cheering and applauding are commercial bodyguards,

The remaining disciples of the Qingshan Club focused on every movement of the two of them.

Analyze subtleties and look for flaws and weaknesses.

Then put yourself in and think about how to win the battle with the least cost.

A few people even shrank into the shadows subconsciously.

Shang Bian looked at their performance and nodded in satisfaction.

This is the fruit of his tireless teaching.

For the extremely malleable young people of the Qingshan Society, the philosophy he has always conveyed is to be unreasonable and unscrupulous until killing the enemy.

Rather than having to be upright and face to face to fight.

"These little brats are too energetic, and they like to loosen their muscles and bones after eating and drinking.

The guys next to him also played a lottery, and they don't know who will win and who will lose in the end. "

Luo Cheng laughed, picked up the wine bowl and touched Wei Tao.

Seeing the attention of the escort, the two people in the field stopped wandering and fighting immediately, and changed their tactics together to collide with each other head-on.

After just a few breaths, the outcome has been decided.

One person was thrown into disarray and defeated by a slap.

However, the victorious bodyguard obviously withdrew his strength and just pushed the person away without causing any real damage.

"Chen Biao's palm strength is getting thicker and thicker. If he continues to practice at this speed, he may break through blood coagulation within half a year."

Luo Cheng looked at the defeated man again, "Xiao Chu still has an old problem of unstable footwork. No matter how many times I say it, I can't completely eradicate it. I still need to strengthen the strength exercises of my legs in the future."

Wei Taoan sat there quietly and watched the entire fight between the two.

But his mind has already flown to the distance, recalling the time when he was just getting started.

It is also a step-by-step step-by-step exercise of leather and tendons, and perhaps in the initial progress of practice, it is far behind these two bodyguards.

Luo Cheng's eyes flickered, and he picked up the wine bowl, "Brother Wei, do you feel itchy hands, do you want to go up and loosen your muscles and bones?"

Wei Tao drank the shochu in one gulp, then picked up a piece of stewed meat, chewed and swallowed it in his mouth.

He glanced at Luo Cheng, who was full of expectation, and nodded with a smile, "Alright."

Luo Cheng laughed and stood up, "If you want to join hands with Brother Wei, I'm afraid they can't do it, so they can only let me come."

The two stood ten steps apart.

"Brother Wei, be careful!"

After Luo Cheng's words fell, he rushed forward like lightning, and hit Wei Tao's neck with a knife in his hand.

"it is good!"

Watching him step over a distance of several meters, Wei Tao couldn't help admiring.

With this jump, Luo Cheng stretched his body and his arms swelled, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food, showing its ferocity.

It is also like a fish jumping over a dragon's gate, bringing a sense of beauty to people.

Swish!
The sound of breaking wind howled.

Luo Cheng dropped the knife in his hand, but Wei Tao disappeared in front of him.

Although he was shocked, his legs bent after landing, his body suddenly arched, and then he bounced away like lightning.

A muffled sound.

The ground was thrown out of a trap by him, and he had grabbed Wei Tao's side in an instant.

Separate your hands from left to right, pinch your five fingers into pincers, like two bird's beaks, peck at Wei Tao's waist and eyes.

"It seems soft but firm, quick and precise, which is a bit interesting."

Wei Tao lowered his eyes, sensing the incoming wind.

Thoughts were racing inexplicably at this moment.

Luo Cheng's move made him involuntarily recall the incense master of the Red Lantern Festival.

It was also pointing and pecking, but compared to the attack in front of her, the action of the woman in white robe was like a chicken pecking at rice, there was no possibility of comparison.

If the two of them faced each other and shot at the same time, the Red Lantern Club Xiangzhu would be pecked to pieces in one blow, and would have no power to resist.

Click!

Just this moment of distraction, Luo Cheng's hands were already in front of him.

Wei Tao did not continue to dodge.

He just moved his arm.

With a slight flip of the wrist, the five fingers spread out into claws.

It was like two ferocious beasts grinning their bloody mouths, biting towards the prey that came to their door.

Click!

Luo Cheng accelerated suddenly at the last moment and pecked heavily at Wei Tao's palm.

Fingers and palms receive blows, like gold and iron clattering.

Luo Cheng's expression changed suddenly, it didn't feel like he had touched a human's palm at all, but more like a red-hot iron ingot in the middle.

Not only the fingertips are painful, but also has a hot touch like being scalded.

At the touch, Luo Cheng retracted his hands like an electric shock.

Wei Tao didn't need to think about it at all, and didn't even urge him to pump up his blood. He just naturally continued to reach forward with his claws, biting towards the opponent's arm.

Luo Cheng's expression changed again, his eyes suddenly became serious.

"This person's attack is not powerful and bloody, but it is extremely powerful and fast. I am afraid that the probing claws will not be able to avoid it."

The thought flashed in his mind, and Luo Cheng's hands suddenly swelled and became bigger.

Qi and blood surged and his muscles bulged, colliding with a claw that was chasing after him like a shadow.

Since the two fought against each other, the situation has changed repeatedly.

First, Luo Cheng stepped forward and attacked, but Wei Tao blocked it with his backhand.

Then it became Wei Tao's claws again, and Luo Cheng quickly retreated.

In the end, the two retreated three steps each, and did not continue to shoot.

Everyone watching the battle was a little dazed, not knowing who would win and who would lose.

Some were a little farther away, and they couldn't even see clearly what was going on.

All I know is that Escort Luo rushed up like lightning, and then the two sides' figures flickered, and the contest ended.

Wei Tao clasped his fists and smiled, "Heart Luo has a lot of skills, and I'm willing to bow down to you."

Luo Cheng's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he said in a complicated tone, "Mr. Wei can reach such a height at such a young age, it is really surprising and admirable."

After some martial arts competition, everyone on the sidelines felt a little unsatisfied.

But no one has the guts to stand up and let Wei Tao and Luo Cheng do it again.

So I had to drink and drink, eat meat and eat meat, and change the topic on my own.

"Uncle Luo, how are you doing?"

Not long after, Nan Ling leaned over to Luo Cheng and asked in a low voice.

"Still can't see clearly."

Luo Cheng took a sip of hot shochu, thought slowly and said, "The only thing I can figure out is that this person's body is indeed gifted and strong, but I don't know how much potential he has left in martial arts practice." I can’t make any guarantees.”

"I see, thank you Uncle Luo."

Nan Ling nodded and lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)