Jiang Hu misunderstood me a lot

At this time, Liang Yufeng finally understood after listening to He Yunyang's general translation.

Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding!

Master Liang absolutely respects other people's religious beliefs.

He smiled at the Tianzhu man, and quickly changed his nod to shake his head: "I agree, of course I agree, Brother Xin, please do it yourself!"

The corner of He Yunyang's mouth twitched, he wanted to say that Xin He's surname was not Xin, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it back.So I just translated the meaning of Young Master Liang, and told Xin He to listen to it once, and finally he could retire.

All are happy.

Xin He looked relieved, and immediately sat down cross-legged on the spot, slightly closed his eyes and muttered.

Liang Yufeng took a look. He had heard that the Tianzhu people were devout, but he had never seen it on the spot. It was interesting!

At this moment, Xin He shook his sleeves, and somehow he found a bunch of flower garlands and a stick of incense. He lit it with a flint and shook it in his hand.

He held up the incense and finished saying the prayer, then shook his head and sang again, fascinated and completely immersed in it!

All the spectators stared straight at the scene.

Even Young Master Liang couldn't hold back a little, so he had to watch silently.

Fortunately, Xin He knew what was going on, and soon ended the chanting, and finally dipped the burnt incense ash with his fingers, and wiped it on the center of his forehead.

Liang Yufeng was still wondering what kind of strange pattern he was applying, but Xin He had already jumped up, not talking nonsense, clattering, a pair of shining fist blades appeared from his wide sleeves!

With the blade flashed, Xin He's temperament changed abruptly, like a lone wolf, full of sturdy and fierce aura!

Xiao Qiao and the others in the audience were laughing and joking watching the play, but at this moment they couldn't help but change their expressions.

Xiao Qiao was worried: "This barbarian has a lot of momentum!"

The little prince's eyes widened: "This is the first time I've seen a person with double fist blades!"

Zhong Yin didn't understand, so he said, "Huh? The fist blade... is it very powerful?"

Mo Fengzhi: "..."

All the children turned their heads to look at Shi Tongyu.

When there was a lot of noise on the stage just now, he kept closing his eyes and adjusting his breath. After all, the battle with He Yunyang was exhausting.At this time, Xin He showed his weapon, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Shi Tongyu said: "The fist blade has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and is hardly restrained by any weapon, but it requires extremely high physical fitness for the user. This barbarian can use double fist blades, he must be the best of the best."

The boys had already expected this, and only Zhong Yin asked stupidly: "Then, can Second Brother Liang still win?"

Shi Tongyu paused, and said firmly: "He will definitely win!"

Weapons such as fist blades are a symbol of status in Tianzhu.The Rajputs, who were born in the Kshatriya caste, considered themselves natural warriors and had a tradition of hunting tigers with fists and blades.

You must know that the fist blade is only a short weapon, the longest one is similar to the length of a dagger, and the short one is even equivalent to a dagger.To be able to fight tigers at close range with this kind of short soldiers is undoubtedly a warrior among warriors and a master among masters!

Xin He held two fist blades, and both fist blades were no more than the length of a dagger.As soon as he met his two blades, he took off his outer robe smartly. The red flower clothes inside were as bright as blind eyes, but they were still short-sleeved, revealing two strong arms.

At this time, he was exerting force on his hands, the muscles on his arms were knotted, the blades of his fists cracked, and the three-pointed blades burst open at the same time, the strength was unmatched!

Zhong Yin in the audience had never seen the fist blade with his own eyes. At first glance, he thought it was an agile weapon like an assassin assassin, but he didn't expect to use so much strength to use it.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed: "Wow, the strength in your hands is so strong."

The little prince was in high spirits, but instead became competitive: "Well, I don't know how it compares to me."

Xiao Qiao took a deep breath——

The pair of fist blades are made of unknown material, and the handwork is simple and elegant.

But the blades they ejected turned out to be pitch black!

The bright sunlight shines on the dark blade, vaguely reflecting the pattern of bright snowflakes, evenly distributed, like the stars in the night sky, shining coldly, beautiful and treacherous.

"Poison is quenched on the blade?" He whispered to himself.

"Huh?" Zhong Yin was dumbfounded.

The Double Ninth Festival has clearly stipulated that the form of the competition is eclectic, and even hidden weapons can be used.but--

Such a deep color, could it be the poison that seals the throat when it sees blood?Is it too exaggerated?After all, the arbitration has repeatedly stated that the killing of human life is prohibited.But why didn't they stand up and stop it?

Shi Tongyu stared at the stage, and after a long while, he pondered: "No, that's the original color of Utz steel. This fool thinks that he has the habit of feeding poison on the blade all the year round, and that's how it is over the years."

—— Wootz steel, which is the legendary Damascus steel in later generations, is the pinnacle of ancient metallurgy and forging technology.Incomparably sharp, blowing hair and blowing the wind!

This pair of fist blades turned out to be a pair of magical weapons that never came out of the world!

Shi Tongyu frowned slightly.

As far as martial arts is concerned, he has full confidence in Young Master Liang.

But the opponent has such a magical weapon, and only a sharp sword and a sharp sword can parry when fighting hand-to-hand.

Looking at the martial arts in the Central Plains, I am afraid that only the swords forged by the divine soldiers Tiancheng swordsmith can compete with them.If it was his Shadow Sword, it would be fine.

But Young Master Liang's white plume feather fan...

At this time, the two people on the stage had already moved their hands.

Xin He held both fist blades, his body was raised violently, and his arms were lifted straight into Liang Yufeng's temples.He has a strong body, but he doesn't show any clumsiness in his actions. This move is as fast as thunder, and his shots are also extremely accurate. He has won the essence of the four characters of "fast, accurate, ruthless, and strange".

The double blades sliced ​​through the air, and the strong wind blew.Liang Yufeng raised his eyebrows, he knew very well, turned around and passed the vital point.

Xin He was unreasonable, took a step forward, and swung out the double blades again, like two dragons coming out to sea.

Liang Yufeng had no choice but to try to wave the feather fan to block a stroke, and made two swishing sounds, and the broken feathers of the white feathers flew all over the sky, and the fine feather fan immediately became half bald!

This pair of fist blades is indeed a magical weapon that blows hair and blows wind!

The little prince in the audience was stunned: "What a powerful weapon! But..." He puffed up his bun face, extremely puzzled, "Second Brother Liang's fan..."

Xiao Qiao hid her face in a horrible way, she couldn't see it: "That fan..."

Zhong Yin said blankly: "I thought Brother Liang's fan was also a treasure..."

Shi Tongyu: "..."

Thinking back when he and Master Liang met for the first time in Dongting, before the sword competition between the two, Shi Tongyu confessed that the Zhaoying Sword was made by the swordsmith Tiancheng.

But until now, which one of them still doesn't understand?

It is obviously an ordinary lupine fan, the most used feathers are more expensive and beautiful, and they are useless except for their good looks!

It is said that the master of Canglang can defeat millions of soldiers with one shot, and with immeasurable true energy, he can defeat many with few, how amazing!The only son he taught by himself, naturally learned his kung fu.

Therefore, the weapons that Young Master Liang is best at should have been long or heavy weapons such as guns and sticks!

But this guy really thinks long weapons are ugly, so he doesn't use them!In order to be arty, he only shakes the white feather feather fan all day long.

If it's normal, it's fine, his internal strength is strong, his martial arts are much higher than ordinary people, it doesn't matter whether he uses weapons or not.

What's more, Bai Ling's feather fan moved a thousand catties four or two times, and it was so light that it had nowhere to focus. An ordinary weapon really couldn't cut off the feather.

But now when I meet this Indian Xin He, he is not only physically strong, but also has such a pair of heaven-defying magic soldiers, with just a few strokes, his fan will be destroyed!

Young Master Liang was so distressed.

White peacock feathers were quite common on Hehuan Island, but now in Jinling City, where he was unfamiliar, where would he find them?

The feather fan is half bald and can't be repaired, how can I pretend to be elegant in the future?Young Master Liang can't afford to lose that man!

He wanted to cry, but there was no time to be sad, Xin He shook his arms, and he had already killed again, the two blades were cold and radiant, and the tiger was full of power.

Young Master Liang grabbed the bald fan and walked around helplessly, running around non-stop, and started walking people!

His wandering around was different from Shi Tongyu's coming and going, he just went around Xin He's body in circles.Xin He is fast, he is also fast, Xin He is slow, he is also slow, as if he is deliberately leading Xin He by the nose.

Although Xin He's fist blades were powerful, they didn't touch half of his clothes.

Everyone in the audience saw his elegant white shirt, fluttering sleeves, and a beautiful and unrestrained posture, like pear blossoms and snow.Only the bald-haired fan in his hand is so spoiling the scenery!For a moment, I didn't know whether to cheer or laugh?

At this time, Xin He chased him around a few times, and was getting irritable, when suddenly Young Master Liang's footsteps became fixed and he stopped moving!

Xin He was caught off guard and almost ran into him directly.Liang Yufeng grinned, turned around and slapped his opponent directly on the chest, causing the wind to howl!

How strong is his immeasurable true energy, with one palm strike, even a buffalo will be thrown out of the ring by him!

Some of the spectators in the audience were very knowledgeable, and they couldn't help shouting out.

Unexpectedly, Xin He is worthy of being from Tianzhu, and he actually possesses yogic thaumaturgy!

This yoga technique is practiced to the extreme, soft as if there is no bone, and the joints and muscles of the whole body can be bent and twisted at will.

Regardless of his muscular figure, but at this critical juncture, at an absolutely impossible angle, he leaned back sharply and fell with his upper body on the ground, barely passing the palm of Young Master Liang!

There was another burst of boiling in the audience, and thunderous applause!

This Tianzhu martial arts is different from that of Central Earth, no wonder everyone enjoyed watching it.

Liang Yufeng made a dangerous move but failed, but Xin He found a gap.Seeing the opportunity, the Tianzhu people jumped up and swung their blades crossed.

I saw the muscles on his arm piled up, and there were two clicks, and the three blades of the boxing blade popped out, and the cold air penetrated into the bone marrow!

Young Master Liang didn't have any weapons at his disposal, but fortunately he was already close, so he turned sideways, advancing instead of retreating, and almost fell into the opponent's arms with a sliding step.

He turned the bald-haired fan upside down in his hand, and used the handle of the fan as a judge's pen and acupuncture point to prick Xin He's Jianjing point.

An inch is short, an inch is dangerous!

Xin He only felt his arms go numb and let out a cry.Before Young Master Liang had time to secretly rejoice, he felt that his hand slipped, and more than half of his strength was taken off.

When Na Xinhe used the technique of yoga, he was like a fish in water, his muscles were slippery, and he couldn't hit the acupuncture points!

How good is it that you can't hit the truth, and you can't hit a single point? !

The author has something to say: Happy Christmas Eve^_^