[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

Whether it is Zhong Yanqiu or Su Mengzhen, they all have their own internal skills and mental methods. Su Mengzhen is dead and has to turn into a ghost cultivator, but Zhong Yanqiu has been practicing the original mind. Even if you later got the inheritance of the Xiaoyao School, whether it is Beiming Shengong or Xiaowuxianggong, all kinds of exquisite mental methods are basically used as a reference to continuously improve your own practice.

Therefore, when he made a move, it still inevitably brought a bit of the shadow of the Happy School.

"You kid, where did you learn my Xiaoyao School's kung fu?" Wu Xingyun asked, with a strong internal force in his palm, he broke the tree that Zhong Yanqiu had just stood on with a single palm strike.

Zhong Yanqiu didn't answer, he used the branch in his hand to make a sword, and at the same time he raised his hand to block Li Qiushui's strength while Wu Xingyun slapped him, Li Qiushui only felt a faint suction force, and immediately turned back with his toes. After a few steps, "Beiming Divine Art! Could it be that you are the apprentice of the senior brother?"

Zhong Yanqiu didn't want to talk to them at all, he just wanted to give these two cheap apprentices who were shameful in public a good beating, that's why he could knock them down with one move, but still Patiently tossed hundreds of strokes with them.

Especially when he found out that Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui didn't forget to stumbling each other while fighting with him, the original three-point anger also increased to ten percent, and the offensive in their hands became more and more gentle.

Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun are two of the few masters in the world, it is impossible not to see Zhong Yanqiu's ability to do things with ease, being ignored by him so contemptuously, even if he just wanted to give a little warning at the beginning, in order not to lose too much later. Mier also had to be serious, and even worked together so as not to be directly poked down by Zhong Yanqiu with a branch.

They have been each other's thorn in the side for most of their lives, if they know Wu Yazi they don't know each other as well as they do, they are united and they barely hold up under Zhong Yanqiu's attack.

Of course, in the eyes of people with not very good eyesight and no fighting experience, Zhong Yanqiu's life can be said to be hanging by a thread. Under the siege of Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui, he was tottering like a leaf falling in the wind, and the thrill was so frightening.

The representative figure is Duan Yu.

Just looking at Duan Yu's wide-eyed, clenched hands and the cold sweat on his forehead, you can tell how nervous he is now, and he didn't even pay attention to look at the man who was approaching him because he was avoiding the expanding battlefield of the three. Wang Yuyan just stared at the three people whose figures were flickering in the flying sand and stones, and they were almost about to disappear.

But who didn't look at the three fighting together?

Although Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui are not well-known, their martial arts are few and far between, and Zhong Yanqiu's realm is higher than them. It seems that they are about to go beyond the scope of martial arts and reach a higher level. Being able to see such a level of competition between three people not only allowed Xiao Feng, Murong Fu and the others to understand more deeply that there are people outside the world, crouching tigers and hidden dragons on the rivers and lakes, but it was also very beneficial to their own understanding of martial arts.

Of course, the premise is that one's own martial arts can reach a certain level, like the young Shaolin monk next to Xiao Feng who was full of confusion and worried that he obviously didn't see anything, so he can only watch the excitement.

"Are you really all right?" Duan Yu still couldn't help it, he carefully moved over and tugged on Su Mengzhen's sleeve, and asked in fear.

"It's nothing." Su Mengzhen replied, "It's also good to let him vent."

Duan Yu raised his eyes to look at Su Mengzhen, saw that his expression was indifferent and not worried at all, he felt at ease, and very naturally ignored why Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen appeared here and why they came but didn't show up. He looked at Wang Yuyan, who had been staring at the battle situation but frowning, and pulled Su Mengzhen's sleeve and said: "I see that Mr. and their moves are exquisite, but they only know why they are, can you give me a little bit ... explain one or two?"

Su Mengzhen could see through his somewhat immature little thoughts at a glance, and his eyes swept over the people who were sneaking over from the side. Zhong Si casually clicked a few words.

Although the systems of martial arts in different worlds are generally similar, their development directions are not quite the same after careful study. Pay more attention to personal perception. Those who have practiced cheats and used magical weapons are not necessarily masters, and those who carry a broken sword are not necessarily small.

As far as he knew, Bai Choufei didn't practice any very clever internal skills, and the moves were basically created by himself, so he was able to fight evenly with him in the end.

But this world is completely different. Cheats, magic weapons, and strength are closely related. It is almost blank to rely on personal understanding to improve strength. It can even be said that what cheats you learn will basically determine your future status in the world.

Therefore, for Xiao Feng and the others, although Su Mengzhen's views were strange but inexplicably reasonable, they subconsciously remembered them.

Duan Yu looked at Wang Yuyan's face which sometimes frowns and sometimes shows off, he couldn't bear to take his eyes away.

For Su Xinghe, this was probably a day without any reality like a dream, and his heart was about to stop on the spot. When Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui came to him, he thought that he was definitely going to die on the spot. The master who wanted to turn around did not know where he came from to help, and calmed down the incident.

"Don't you want to play chess?" Zhong Yanqiu patted the twig powder in his palm, and said to Su Xinghe, "Go ahead."

Su Xinghe looked at Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui, who were lying at Zhong Yanqiu's feet, gnashing their teeth and eyes with resentment but couldn't get up. He felt bitterness in his mouth, and the chill behind his back seemed to be back to his youth when he was struggling to survive between the two of them. His legs were so weak that they were trembling, the five or sixty-year-old skinny old man clutched his fragile heart, and dryly invited Murong Fu, who had just played with him in the middle of the game, to continue. Murong Fu looked at the deadlocked game and shook his head. admit defeat.

Compared with this chess game where winning doesn't have much benefit, he cares more about the two masters over there who can be seen at a glance.

But before he took a step forward, Duan Yu had already happily dragged Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen to catch up with Xiao Feng, turned his head to look at Murong Fu, and puffed his cheeks childishly.

With Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui crossing the line, no one was half-focused on the chess game. Zhong Yanqiu looked around consciously as the culprit, and said to the young monk standing next to the old monk with his head down. :"what's your name?"

The young monk trembled, raised his head to look at Zhong Yanqiu, then lowered his head and whispered: "Poor monk Xu Zhu."

Xu Zhu was not very good-looking, but he is a rare person with clear eyes and no distracting thoughts, Zhong Yanqiu raised his hand to brush past him, and said: "You go."

Xu Zhu waved his hands in panic, "I...I don't know how to play chess..."

"Just go." Zhong Yanqiu said, "You can play however you want."

Wu Xingyun, who was lying at his feet, panted twice and wanted to say something sarcastic, but just as he opened his mouth, Zhong Yanqiu sealed the Ya acupoint with his finger.

"It's better to talk less." Zhong Yanqiu said with a smile, Li Qiuguo closed his eyes and began to pretend to be dead, not forgetting to face down to cover the scar on his face.

"Since this benefactor told you to go, then you go." The old monk beside Xu Zhu said after reciting the Buddha's name.

Xu Zhu didn't say anything else, he still listened to his elders very much, he was only worried that he would embarrass the temple because he didn't know anything, so he walked to the side of the chessboard without looking back.

"My little friend, please." Su Xinghe smiled at him sublimely, which greatly relieved Xu Zhu's nervousness.

"Please...please..." Xu Zhu twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded dryly, he didn't know where to put the chess piece, his face was at a loss.