Li Chengkong stopped the iron rake.

The two of them were grabbing the ground with rakes and sifting out the grass roots from the dashed mud.

"Old Wang, do you want to pass on my sword technique?"

"good!"

"How did you change your mind?"

"That guy has caused panic recently. What if you really meet him!"

"Thank you, Lao Wang!"

"Oh..." Old Wang looked sad.

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "I don't want to bear it? Then forget it!"

"You really shouldn't practice martial arts!" Old Wang sighed: "Practicing martial arts is about asking for troubles by oneself, and asking for trouble by oneself!"

Li Chengkong laughed and didn't argue with him.

Lao Wang said it makes sense, but things in the world are often not satisfactory. Just like now, do you have other choices?

I have died once, but I don’t want to live as plainly as in my previous life.

Not practicing martial arts in a world where martial arts is prosperous is more hateful than being castrated as a eunuch.

What's more, he has never given up on the idea of ​​restoring his body, and may not be able to return to the root of the sky through practice and become a man again.

Old Wang pulled out a wooden stick from his sleeve, the thickness of his index finger: "Look, I only teach you this trick. This is a move in the universe and is definitely not allowed to be spread!"

He stabbed gently, silently.

Li Chengkong felt his eyes blurred, and the stick was already on another place.

The impact of this spear on him was far greater than the speed of his flight. He even had an illusion that the instantaneous speed of this spear was even better than that of the plane.

Lao Wang carefully decomposed each movement, from the toes and soles to the calves and thighs, waist and abdomen, to the shoulders, elbows, wrists, fingers, and internal force.

This seemingly ordinary thorn contains dozens of key tips, which are beyond imagination.

When ordinary people practice this stance, they are most likely to lose sight of one or the other, and they can’t care about one end and that end.

Lao Wang passed this stance to him when he saw Li Chengkong's talent and his meticulous control over his body.

"Practice, don't work today!" Old Wang threw the wooden stick to him.

Li Chengkong took it and smiled: "Ha, Lao Wang, you are so cunning."

This wooden stick is actually an iron stick. It is heavy in your hand. If you hold it, you will feel inexplicably at ease when you hold it.

"Stop talking, practice quickly!" Old Wang snorted: "If you really encounter that demon cub, you will rely on it to save your life!"

Li Chengkong's face turned solemn, he stopped talking and started practicing this Qiankun style.

Old Wang found that he didn't need to be corrected, and Li Chengkong was making progress over and over again, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

He shook his head and sighed, showing regret.

When he returned to the house at night, Li Chengkong said hello to them and continued to practice the Qiankun style.

Song Minghua and the other two were gathering together to chat.

They were surprised to see his sting so fast, but they looked at each other and continued chatting, pretending not to see it.

"If we can kill that guy and get the yard, that's beautiful!" Sun Guiwu said with a smile.

There are dozens of people in their yard, which is too noisy. They have to queue for bathing and also go to the cottage in the morning.

It is neither good for rest nor is it conducive to cultivation, and it makes you feel uncomfortable all over.

If you have your own yard, it will be quiet and refreshing. This is the dream of all eunuchs who grow vegetables.

"I'm not asleep yet, just dreaming!" Hu Yunshi said coldly: "Why don't you think about it? If you really encounter it, can you survive!"

"With our combined attack technique, the chances of winning are very high!"

"Why is that so coincidental? He just came to us?"

"Hehe." Sun Guiwu smiled mysteriously.

Song Minghua said: "This yard is not so easy to get, and the four dead are not inferior to us."

"Stop talking nonsense, practice qigong!" Hu Yunshi said coldly, closed his eyes and began to meditate and practice qi.

Song Minghua and Sun Guiwu went to the bed to meditate and practice.

Li Chengkong also put away his iron stick and went to bed to practice Qi.

In the blink of an eye, only a little energy was consumed, and he continued to practice the Qiankun style with his hands and feet.

After stabbing hundreds of times, when the spirit is almost recovering, close your eyes and practice Qi, practice Qi for a while and then practice Qiankun's move.

It was repeated over and over again, and it was not until late at night that I went to sleep with the iron stick.

Before going to bed, he looked at Sun Guiwu. Sun Guiwu had already fallen asleep, but he frowned.

He vaguely felt that Sun Guiwu would cause something.

He spent less than a month with the three of them and roughly understood the temperament of the three of them.

Sun Guiwu is cheerful and generous, impulsive and courageous, and can do anything like this.

Because he practiced too much, he fell asleep as soon as his thoughts arose.

When he was sleeping, he suddenly woke up for some reason.

I felt something was wrong, so I didn't rush to move, and opened my eyes a crack, which shocked him.

Song Minghua and the other two were fighting with a man in black.

It was the first time he saw a warrior fighting with his own eyes, and the first time he knew that a person's movements could be so fast and ruthless, and he felt a gloomy feeling.

The man in black was thin and covered with his face, but his eyes were bursting with cold lightning.

The moonlight tonight was beautiful, and the moonlight shone on his couch and illuminated the room.

He could see the movements of the man in black clearly, as fast as a ghost, his hands were spreading into an eagle's claws, his nails were faintly shining with cold light, and his moves made him feel cold all over and his heart was cold.

The four of them were all very fast, and the rabbits rose and falcons fell, making Li Chengkong's eyes dizzy.

But what is strange is that their palms intersect and their clothes are shining, and there is no sound in such intense movements.

He doubted whether there was something wrong with his ears, but he could hear his heartbeat. There was no problem with his ears, that was that they had something wrong with them.

Could it be that you dreamed?

He hurried on the bed and did not move, maintaining his breathing slowly, deep and evenly, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he clutched the iron stick tightly.

Unexpectedly, among the three, Song Minghua, who seemed the weakest, had the strongest martial arts skills, and his movements were elegant and graceful, fast and accurate. He could always block them in time when the man in black was about to hit Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi's vital points.

If it weren't for him, Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi would have been hit by the center or injured in the back.

Li Chengkong adjusted his thinking speed back, and they all turned into slow motion, and each move and move were clearly revealed.

While remembering these moves, he deduces them.

Song Minghua and the other two had a tacit understanding. Song Minghua was the main guard and blocked the attack of the man in black. Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi were the main attack.

The three of them watched the situation at a disadvantage, but were not injured. The patient battle made the man in black move faster and faster.

Li Chengkong could see that although the man in black had a quick move, he was a little scattered.

Could this man in black be the so-called "ghost"? That magic master, the murderer who killed several people?

How could he have entered this room so by chance?

He had a flash of inspiration and thought of Sun Guiwu's mysterious smile.

Obviously it has something to do with Sun Guiwu!

Suddenly, Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi held Song Minghua's back.

Song Minghua's clothes were tightly attached to his body.

Song Minghua's slap suddenly became faster, and he crossed the man in black to intercept him and hit the man in black in the chest.

The man in black trembled and froze, as if he had been imposed on a fixed body.

Song Minghua pressed his right palm against his heart and looked at him coldly.

Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshisong breathed a sigh of relief.

"The mission is done!" Sun Guiwu said with a smile.

Hu Yunshi glared at him fiercely: "Nothing!"

Song Minghua still pressed the man in black's chest motionlessly, and did not relax. He had to wait until the man in black died before letting go.

"Old Song, is he so dead?" Sun Guiwu stepped forward to pull the man in black and covered his scarf, and Hu Yunshi also reached out to find his breath.

The two of them were about to touch the black scarf, and suddenly they shrank their hands and quickly retreated.

The man in black suddenly opened his eyes and burst out with blood and red light.

"Swish! Swish!" The two claws passed through Song Minghua and Sun Guiwu's chests, and their bodies shot towards Hu Yunshi as if they were installed in spring.

Hu Yunshi couldn't react in time, and his fingernails with red light were close at hand, so he wanted to grab his eyes.
Chapter completed!