All Heavens: Sharing Talents with

Chapter 86: Regular Meeting of the Soul Palace, Pretending to End

The regular meeting of the Palace of Souls begins.

Chu Yang of other worlds explained the situation to Chu Yang of the martial arts world, and then everyone shared their recent memories and abilities together.

According to the plan, the pirate Chuyang found the bloodline factor technology, and successfully isolated some bloodline factors with the characteristics of Mudu, and Hokage Chuyang will use this technology to extract the required bloodline factors from the remaining bloodline of the Datumu clan.

Then you can try to create the bloodline factor of the six immortals.

Hokage Chuyang who has learned the immortal mode.

Coupled with the bloodline factor of the six immortals, it can perfectly replicate the six immortal patterns.

In addition, Hokage Chuyang also had an idea.

"I want to see if the bloodline factor technique can extract part of the chakra of the tailed beast from the human pillar force."

"If successful, we can fuse these chakras and create our own ten-tailed chakra."

The idea was interesting and immediately aroused discussion among everyone.

Magic Chu Yang said: "Theoretically, it should be possible, the tailed beast itself is obtained by the split of the ten-tailed chakra, and different characteristics correspond to different tailed beasts. "

"The key to the problem is that fusion may consume a huge amount of chakra, after all, the tailed beast chakra we got from the human pillar force is incomplete, and it must be replenished to ensure the success rate of fusion."

Chu Yang, the God of Death, reminded: "This plan is put on hold for the time being, and the important thing now is to find a way to get the Six Dao Immortal Mode out." "

"Kisuke Urahara's training for me is almost over, and soon I'll be following Ichigo into the Corpse Realm."

"I haven't had the experience of fighting the Captain-level Shinigami in full force, and I'm not sure how much the Immortal Mode can help."

"The Six Dao Immortal Mode is a very important insurance for me."

Hokage Chuyang nodded.

Magic Chu Yang asked, "Does Urahara Kisuke's training for you help you sense your own slashing knife?" "

Chu Yang, the God of Death, sighed and said: "The effect is there, but I am not Kurosaki Ichigo, I can't do something similar to him, I have to take the regular route and join the Grim Reaper camp to create my slashing knife." "

Magic Chu Yang reminded: "You have to make use of what you have seen and smell and try to avoid tricky opponents!"

"Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, Rangran Yusuke, Kyoraku Harunsui, Orochi no Hana, Kenhachi Gengi... These are the ones you want to avoid. "

"Others can safely fight boldly."

Chu Yang, the God of Death, scratched his head and laughed at himself: "Counting it this way, there are actually few who have a chance of victory." "

Ghost Annihilation Chuyang suddenly spoke: "Regarding the breath of the source, I have a little understanding recently, you can have a good experience after you go back, it may help." "

Pirate Chu Yang also followed and said: "Although I have been busy studying bloodline factor technology during this time, I have not fallen behind in domineering cultivation, don't worry." "

Chu Yang, the God of Death, nodded again and again, "Brother's intentions, I know, just joking, I am very confident about the journey of the corpse soul world." "

Marvel Chu Yang suddenly spoke: "The core of the immortal mode is the balance of body, spirit, nature, and three kinds of energy. "

"There shouldn't be any natural energy in the Corpse Soul Realm, right? Isn't everything there made up of Reiko? "

"In this case, how are you going to use Immortal Mode?"

Chu Yang, the God of Death, was stunned.

He hadn't thought about it yet.

Marvel Chuyang patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "After going back, hurry up and practice how to use Lingzi to build a new immortal mode." "

Chu Yang, the God of Death, suddenly fell into deep thought.

Marvel Chu Yang turned his head to look at Magic Chu Yang and asked, "At the current level of staffless casting, can you cast the three unforgivable spells?" "

Magic Chu Yang shook his head, "Not yet, you can only cast a simple spell." "

Marvel Chu Yang had some regrets, he thought that if the wandless casting barely reached the level where he could cast the Soul Reaper Curse, then he would consider joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

If he could control the Hydra high-level with the Soul Reaper Curse, he would get a lot of help.

Everyone chatted for a while, and then returned to their respective worlds.

......

The world of martial arts.

The steel knife in front of him almost slashed at Chu Yang's head in 0.01 seconds, and as he opened his eyes, the invisible black lightning began to ravage wildly, and a terrifying force swept around.

Overlord color domineering.

Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes and fell straight in front of Chu Yang.

Not only him, but all the thugs in the entire street were hit by the overlord color, and they all passed out in an instant.

The macho man with three large bags on his head felt that his head was suddenly hit with a hammer, and he just reached out and touched the back of his head, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Two more seconds longer than his little brother.

As for the stupid big man who guided the water into Chu Yang's body, unexpectedly, he did not fall, but leaned precariously against a pillar.

"Why is your head so dizzy all of a sudden?" The stupid big man muttered, looking like he wanted to vomit but couldn't spit out.

"Stinky boy, almost killed me." Chu Yang walked up to him and stared at him through gritted teeth.

"This brother, I can't help it..." The stupid big man apologized to Chu Yang's side, obviously unable to distinguish between southeast, south, and north.

"No need to apologize, let's report back." Chu Yang smiled, and then directly knocked him out in his stupid and dazed eyes.

Chu Yang fumbled with him, searching out all the silver and valuable things, even the fur coat he was wearing outside.

"Leave you a set of clothes to count me as merciful, next time your brain is bright, don't involve innocent people, not everyone is as lucky as me."

Chu Yang glanced at him, and then walked towards the members of the "Funeral Love Family" who had exaggerated hairstyles.

"There is no injustice and no hatred, but it can kill passers-by, and it is not a good person." Chu Yang picked up the steel knife from the ground and lightly cut the throat of one of them, "Then don't blame me for having grudges and revenge!" "

After saying this, Chu Yang took the steel knife and walked all the way forward.

In an instant, the entire street was bloodied.

Chu Yang looked indifferent.

Today's encounter, casually replaced by an ordinary people, will die at the hands of this gang if nothing else.

Killing them, Chu Yang had no psychological burden at all.

When Chu Yang killed the last person left, the guy with three bags on his head suddenly got up from the ground and walked like a fly.

A little light skill, but not powerful, ran for a while did not leave Chu Yang's field of vision.

Chu Yang threw out the steel knife, and with the blessing of brute force, no matter how ordinary the weapon was, it also became a murderous weapon urged by the king of Yan.

The fleeing man heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a steel knife from far and near, and the style was extremely familiar.

Finished!

As soon as this thought flashed in his mind, the steel knife passed through his body, and the terrifying force on the steel knife even flew with him, and as a result, even people with knives nailed to the wall of the street.

Chu Yang walked slowly and looked up at him.

"You to... Kill me, my senior brother... It won't let you go. "

The fierce boy left a cruel word, his neck was crooked, and his eyes were glaring, full of unwillingness.

"So what? Who is your senior brother? Who predicts half of it? "

Chu Yang shook his head helplessly: "Obviously, you first killed me, and then I killed me, karma is just that, come out and mix without even this awareness, it's disappointing..."

Blood flowed down the wall, and when it was about to reach Chu Yang's feet, Chu Yang walked away and went straight past the angry corpse.

Not surprisingly, the people from the official office will come soon, and the stupid big one has been left by Chu Yang as a scapegoat.

If the fool is lucky enough, he may be able to leave here before the official office comes.

Scapegoating is not absolute.

After a long while, Chu Yang, who was wearing a fur coat, came to the Land Temple and searched for a circle but could not find the little beggar.

After inquiring about the nearby beggars, Chu Yang knew that the little beggar did not live here at all.

He lied to himself.

But Chu Yang could also understand.

People with unusual orientations and gathering with people will probably be uncomfortable.

After giving some food, Chu Yang left the Land Temple.

He searched around the city, but there was still no whereabouts of the little beggar.

At dusk, Chu Yang came to the restaurant to listen to and eat as usual, but still did not see the little beggar, originally Chu Yang wanted to share the joy of hanging in the account with the little beggar, but did not expect that this kid actually lost contact.

"Such a big table of dishes, no one shared, all into my stomach, it's really..."

"Cool!"

People are in good spirits at happy events, Chu Yang eats happily, what a special little beggar, climb for the master!

Chu Yang, who was in a happy mood, was surprisingly quiet listening to books today, and even if he heard outrageous stories, he could remain calm.

"Since the last time the Nanbei Gang competed at Yanmen Pass, the rivers and lakes of the Southern and Northern Song Dynasties have been much quieter."

"However, the Ming Dynasty, which borders the Southern and Northern Song Dynasties, is full of storms."

"The two major demon sects in the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Sect and the Sun and Moon God Sect, have always been in conflict because of doctrinal issues, and there are constant disputes under the sect."

"Just a few days ago, Yang Xiao of the Ming Sect and the Sun Moon God Sect fought against Qiantian, and the two of them were both bright left envoys within their respective sects, and their status could be described as above 10,000 people under one person."

"When they hit each other, they once again pushed the dispute between the two religions to the forefront."

"As for the cause, it seems to be because of a female disciple under the Emei Mountain Extermination Master, named Ji Xiaofu."

"And this Ji Xiaofu Ji Fairy, I heard that she is the fiancée of Yin Li Ting Yin Lixia of Wudang Mountain, who has been missing for many years..."

Chu Yang was stunned when he listened!

Ming Sect vs. Sun Moon God Sect?

"Even if the Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty became two countries, now even the Ming Dynasty has come out to make a splash..."

"Qiao Feng is the Eight Heavenly Dragons, Hong Qigong is the legend of the Condor Heroes and the Condor Heroes, Yang Xiao is the Legend of Relying on the Sky and Slaying the Dragon, and Xiang Wentian is smiling and proud."

"The entire northwest of Jin has become a pot of porridge!"

Just as Chu Yang returned home, the stupid big man who almost killed him was taken to a mansion by starry nights.

The stupid big man opened his eyes and saw a fierce-looking bald man staring at him.

Startled him!

"Who are you?"

"Who is Lao Tzu? You killed my junior brother and four apprentices, who do you say I am? "

"Junior brother and apprentice? You mean Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River? I didn't kill them! "

"Still dare to quibble? They are here for you, how can they die at the hands of others! "

"I really didn't kill it!"

The stupid big man kept arguing, but his mouth was too stupid.

Turning over and over will say that I didn't do it, and the bald man doesn't listen at all.

The bald man sneered, "Guo Jing! You first broke the big incident of Wang Ye's assassination of Temujin in Mongolia, and now you have killed my junior brother and apprentice of Shatongtian, and you can't spare anything!" "

"I will leave you in the palace to torture slowly, so that you are better off alive than dead!" To eliminate the hatred in my heart! "

After that, Sha Tongtian asked his subordinates to drag Guo Jing away!

"Lao Sha, I look at that silly boy's appearance, it's not like I'm lying."

The person standing beside Sha Tongtian and speaking was none other than his friend, Peng Lianhu, "Thousand Hand Human Tu" who was also one of the five masters under Yan Honglie.

Peng Lianhu said: "The martial arts of Hou Tonghai and the four ghosts of the Yellow River are not bad, even if they can't beat this kid, they will never be killed by him. "

"I have seen all the wounds, the four ghosts of the Yellow River were all sealed by a knife, and Hou Tonghai was pierced through the chest by a steel knife and nailed to the wall, also with only one move, no other external injuries."

"Even if it's you and me, I'm afraid it's hard to do this, right?"

Peng Lianhu's words made Sha Tongtian shocked!

He has always had a violent personality, and under the anger, he can't think about problems at all, but after listening to Peng Lianhu's analysis, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Apprentice aside, although junior brother Hou Tonghai martial arts is not smart, he can always go through a few moves in his hands, and he is not powerless to fight back...

"Could it really be someone else's hand?"

Sha Tongtian's face was full of doubts, wondering when he had provoked such a master.

Peng Lianhu said seriously: "That kid, don't move him for the time being, if he has a connection with the murderer, as long as he is with us, the murderer will show up sooner or later." "

"As long as we enter the royal mansion, we will go to the Lingzhi people and their help, and we will definitely be able to win each other!"

The more Sha Tongtian listened, the more he felt that what Peng Lianhu said made sense, and nodded repeatedly.

Guo Jing, who was locked up in the dungeon of the royal palace, felt more aggrieved the more he thought about it, and he really hadn't done anything about killing.

But apart from him, there was no second person at the scene.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in Guo Jing's mind.

The reader in a long robe who seems to have no chicken power!

"Although I accidentally implicated you, you took my money, took off my coat, and actually framed me!"

"Bad guys, don't let me find you!"

Guo Jing, who couldn't even scold people, suddenly shed tears of grievance.

After the great disaster did not die, Chu Yang's life did not change much, still teaching during the day every day and listening to books at night.

In the past, Chu Yang only occasionally went to the restaurant to listen to books.

But since Xiaohuang suddenly disappeared, the number of times he went to the restaurant began to become frequent.

Chu Yang would habitually order a table of meals and wait from evening until dark.

He was thinking, in case one day while eating, some smelly boy suddenly appeared from the corner...

But I didn't see Xiaohuang for several days.

He just evaporated from the world, as if he had never appeared in this city.

"The smelly boy usually has such a smelly mouth and is, shouldn't he offend anyone, be beaten to death, and throw the smelly gutter?"

The more Chu Yang thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, when Xiao Huang usually joked with him, he was always neither big nor small.

He gets along with each other with modern thinking, and does not feel that there is any problem, but others, especially some people with status, will definitely not accept it.

In case you bump into a dignitary, the end can be imagined.

In ancient times, when human life was like grass and mustard, beggars like Xiaohuang, let alone one death, even if they died hundreds, no one would care.

"Even if I report to the government, the government will not necessarily take the life or death of a little beggar to heart, and I have to rely on myself to find someone."

After traveling to this world for so long, except for Xiao Huang, the people around Chu Yang who can be called friends can't find a second one, and it's hard for him to stand idly by.

The difference between the three views of modern and ancient people is not a star and a half, and Chu Yang usually wants to find someone who can negotiate, which is more difficult than winning the lottery.

If Xiao Huang really burped, Chu Yang would have to return to the dilemma of no one communicating for a long time in the future.

Re-entering the spiritual desert is a very scary thing.

After hurriedly eating dinner, Chu Yang went to the land temple in the east of the city again, although Xiaohuang was not there, most of the beggars in the city gathered in this place.

On the ability to find people, the disciples of the Gang said that second, no force dares to claim the first.

As soon as Chu Yang entered the temple, he smelled the oncoming stench, which made him almost spit out his dinner.

"Mr. Chu."

The beggars in the temple saw Chu Yang's eyes lit up.

Suddenly swarmed out, and it didn't take long to surround Chu Yang.

The beggars of the Land Temple were familiar with Chu Yang, because this "Mr. Chu" often gave them food, and he was one of the best benevolent people in the beggars' hearts.

Chu Yang did not disappoint them, and bought a lot of delicious food halfway, after all, he had to ask someone to do something, and he was a little embarrassed to come empty-handed.

After throwing the roast chicken steamed buns and a bunch of bells and whistles of food to the beggars, Chu Yang began to explain his intentions.

Hearing that Chu Yang wanted to find someone, the beggars took out the momentum of the disciples of the beggars, swept away the lazy appearance of the usually hanger Langdang, and became extremely serious.

"Mr. Chu, don't worry, as long as the person you are looking for is still in the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty, we will dig the ground and find him."

The person in charge of the Land Temple is a six-bag disciple called Da Yong, who swears to make a promise, and his chest beats the heavens.

"Then please."

Chu Yang surrendered his hand to the beggars in the temple, showing great politeness, as a famous teacher in ten miles and eight towns, he could be regarded as giving face to these beggarly disciples.

Da Yong smiled and closed his mouth, and after his vanity was satisfied, he became particularly concerned about this matter.

Before Chu Yang left, Da Yong began to order his disciples to go out and find someone.

As soon as the beggars dispersed, the land temple immediately became deserted.

Finding someone is not something that will result in a while, Chu Yang saw this and no longer stayed, and left the land temple while it was not yet dark.

Three days later, in the early morning, when Chu Yang was in his morning class, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Chu Yang opened the door and saw that the person who came was Da Yong.

However, at this time, Dayong was not as confident as before, and he said in a solemn and low voice: "Mr. Chu, we have found the person, but... The situation is not optimistic. "

Chu Yang frowned, "Brother Dayong, what do you mean?" "

Dayong took a deep breath and explained, "Brother in the gang, according to the clues you provided, I found the traces of your friend, and it seems that he was held hostage by a young master. "

"Originally, those brothers planned to help you get people back, but that young man's martial arts skills are not good, and the brothers are not opponents at all, and they are all injured..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, we are not strong enough to help you."

Chu Yang didn't say anything more, but turned around and entered the house, took a money bag out, and stuffed it directly into Dayong's arms.

Da Yong opened the bag and was immediately taken aback when he saw the rich money inside, and quickly handed the money bag back, "I can't help you get my friend back, I'm ashamed enough, how can I take so much silver?!" "

Chu Yang pushed his hand back and shook his head: "Take it, show the brothers the injuries, they are about to spend the winter, if there are injuries on their bodies, they may not be able to survive it." "

"Treat it well, don't let them fall to the root of the disease."

Da Yong's eyes turned red at once, and he took the money bag back tremblingly, "Mr. Chu, you are a good person, I thank you for my brothers, but don't worry, I will find a way to ask the chief helm elder to help me in this matter." "

"No need to bother." Chu Yang shook his head and said, "You tell me all the news about Xiaohuang, and I will solve the next things myself." "

Da Yong was anxious and persuaded: "Mr. Chu, don't be impulsive, that person is really a master, you can't beat the other party as a reader without the power of a chicken." "

Chu Yang said with a smile: "I'm not that stupid, I will ask others to make a move when the time comes." "

Da Yong didn't know what other masters Chu Yang knew, but seeing his appearance in his chest, he no longer persuaded.

"The person who held your friend hostage is not like a master of the Central Plains martial arts, and the martial arts moves are a bit of a shadow of the Western Regions."

"Now they are in a royal palace in Yanjing City..."

Da Yong told the specific situation, and the more Chu Yang listened, the more strange he felt.

It stands to reason that if Xiao Huang offends people, he will most likely be killed on the spot, what master will kidnap a little beggar so far away?

"Fuck, these two shouldn't be emotional disputes, right?"

"Probably not a serious master..."

Chu Yang's subconscious brain made up a wonderful male-male drama, and then viciously hit the spirit, and there was a chill in his heart.

"Hey, suddenly I don't really want to save him..."

The next day, Chu Yang finished his last class and announced to the students the decision to take a private school holiday.

Cheers rang out, and there was another burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the yard.

Seeing them so happy, Chu Yang also smiled happily, so he immediately arranged a large number of holiday homework to ensure that the flowers of the motherland could spend every day to the fullest.

The cheering stopped abruptly, and the bear children were stunned and wept with joy.

Chu Yang smiled and pushed the door away with satisfaction.

Yanjing City is located in the territory of the Jin State and is the capital of the Jin State.

It is far from the small city of the Southern Song Dynasty, where Chuyang is located.

In this chaotic fusion world, the geographical map was completely different from the territory in Chu Yang's memory, and the geographical knowledge he had learned before had no reference value.

The map was a rarity in ancient times, and Chu Yang ran through the entire city and did not find a complete map.

In the end, it was the storyteller of the restaurant who gave Chu Yang a somewhat worn map of the parchment roll.

This map accompanies Mr. Storyteller to the south and north, and it is a little covered to the touch, and those with slightly poor eyesight may not be able to see the text marked on the map.

Chu Yang sighed, took the map and prepared to go on the road.

In fact, Chu Yang was not worried about the blurred map, anyway, he was ready to fly over, as long as the reference object was roughly correct.

Taking advantage of the late night, Chu Yang used the technique of ultra-light and heavy rock to fly high in the sky, and no one noticed him in the dark night sky.

Looking down from the sky, the scene is very similar to the battered map, and there is a hazy feeling.

With half a column of incense, Chu Yang had already reached the border of the Southern Song Dynasty and saw a majestic border pass.

Further ahead is the territory of Jinguo.

Chu Yang crossed the border pass and soon arrived in the territory of the Jin Kingdom, and saw one city after another, but he did not have the feeling of "going abroad", because from the architectural style, the difference between the two sides could not be seen at all.

Flying in the direction indicated by the map, Yanjing City soon appeared in front of Chu Yang.

Compared with the small city of the Southern Song Dynasty where he lived before, the Yanjing City in front of him was more than ten times larger, and when viewed from afar, it looked like an ancient ferocious beast lurking on the earth.

Even late at night, the city is still brightly lit and looks very prosperous.

The people of Jin Guo don't seem to pay much attention to curfews.

The bright Yanjing City made Chu Yang not very easy to settle, and flew around the city, and Chu Yang landed in the relatively quiet north of the city.

It appears to be an area where civilians gather, far less bright than other places.

The people rose at sunrise and rested, and there was silence.

"There are many dignitaries living in Yanjing, and there is more than one royal mansion, where is that guy Xiaohuang?"

"It's late at night, most people are sleeping, seeing and smelling doesn't work, and they can't feel anything..."

"Forget it, find a place to sleep, and talk about it tomorrow."

Chu Yang walked alone on the street, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Only the sound of beating people came intermittently.

Out of the north of the city, the surrounding light suddenly brightened a lot, and there were more shouting sounds in Chu Yang's ears.

"Selling wontons~~~ hot wontons!"

"Seared meat, fresh lamb, roe meat, fish, a bunch of five cents!"

"Delicious noodle soup, a bowl for eight cents!"

As far as the eye can see, the streets are almost full of stalls selling late-night snacks.

Chu Yang walked by, and suddenly had the illusion of being in a modern night market.

"The people take food as the sky, no matter what the era, fireworks are the most soothing."

Chu Yang sighed with emotion, found a stall selling wontons, sat down, and asked for a bowl of wontons.

Smelling the fragrant wontons, Chu Yang's index finger moved, and he lowered his head to start.

After flying for one night, he was already hungry.

Just when Chu Yang was burying his head in eating wontons, two figures walked not far away, and after looking left and right, stood by the wonton stall.

The ravioli stall is small, just a small table and a few benches.

It can seat three people, but it is a bit crowded.

So the two stared straight at Chu Yang, ready to wait for him to finish eating before sitting down.

"Shopkeeper, two bowls of wontons!"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of voice, his sideburns were white, and the wrinkles and scars on his face crisscrossed, which was very storytelling at a glance.

Next to the middle-aged man is a young girl, who looks very good, not that kind of delicate looks, but with some heroism in her show, bright eyes and teeth.

What really catches the eye is the girl's figure, with a convex front and a back, and two long legs.

The owner of the wonton stall looked straight in the eyes.

The young girl seemed to notice the boss's gaze, shook the bag beside her, and there was a ping-pong collision sound inside.

The boss subconsciously looked towards his bag.

There were a lot of weapons inside, and the cold light was cold.

The boss's scalp was numb, his neck shrunk, he didn't dare to look more, and he lowered his head and honestly cooked the wontons.

Seeing this, the corners of Chu Yang's mouth rose slightly, the little girl looked very good, and her temper was quite violent.

"Boss, another bowl."

As soon as Chu Yang's words fell, he felt that the young girl standing next to him was a little unhappy.

"Don't hurry up after eating, and I'm not afraid to panic after eating so much at night."

The young girl muttered softly, but it entered Chu Yang's ears without a word.

"I'm sorry, a bowl of wontons is really not hungry, I eat a lot." Chu Yang turned his head and smiled.

Hearing this, the young girl's eyes widened sharply.

She had just spoken so quietly that it was impossible for ordinary people to hear her.

"Oops~"

Soon, the young girl's fair face turned red, and even the roots of her ears were hot.

Chu Yang moved the bench and said, "If you don't mind, you can take a seat together." "

The middle-aged man glared at the young girl angrily, and then clasped his fists into Chu Yang and said, "The little girl is still young, and she doesn't choose to speak, and I hope this brother doesn't take it to heart." "

Chu Yang chuckled, "It's okay. "

The middle-aged man smiled, naturally sitting next to Chu Yang, and did not forget to glance back at his daughter with his eyes.

Although she did not speak, the girl felt her father's reprimanding eyes, quickly lowered her head and sat down, saying sorry.

Chu Yang politely replied that it didn't matter, he didn't pay attention to it.

"The little brother looks like he should be a reader, but I didn't expect to have such a handsome kung fu in his body, it's really unseemly."

The middle-aged man felt that Chu Yang's five senses were so keen, he should be a practitioner, and his strength was not bad.

"This big brother is ridiculous, I just know some rudimentary fist and foot kung fu."

After speaking, Chu Yang focused on eating wontons, so that the middle-aged man who originally wanted to be polite silently closed his voice, and also lowered his head to eat.

While eating, the girl secretly looked at Chu Yang, this well-mannered reader did not look like a master.

Before the girl could take a few more looks, Chu Yang finished eating the wontons in the bowl after dividing three times and five by two, settled the account, and left without looking back.

"Dad, is that man really a master?" Looking at the back of Chu Yang leaving, the girl was a little disbelieving.

The middle-aged man frowned and hesitated: "It should be a master, that young man gives me a very strange feeling, but I can't say anything strange..."

The girl was confused.

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled: "Is he a master and what to do with me, with this time, it is better to think about tomorrow's competition to recruit relatives." "

The four words of the competition made a faint sadness flash in the girl's eyes.

Chu Yang, who was full of food and drink, found an inn and slept beautifully.

Early the next morning, he went around Yanjing City to inquire about the intelligence of the royal palace.

Dayong only said that Xiaohuang was abducted into a royal mansion.

Specifically, he did not say which royal mansion.

But Chu Yang quickly determined the goal.

Because in the process of inquiring about the news, he heard a familiar name.

King Zhao's Mansion.

Finish Yan Honglie.

As the initiator of the plot line of the legend of the Condor Heroes, Yan Hongli is a very important character.

There are many martial arts people who can be called masters in King Zhao's mansion, and only people from King Zhao's mansion can hurt so many disciples in the entire Yanjing City.

As for who Xiaohuang offended, it doesn't matter now.

If he wanted to rescue Xiaohuang, Chu Yang had to personally go to King Zhao's mansion.

In broad daylight, the palace must be heavily guarded, but Chu Yang didn't care.

Even if he is strong, he can guarantee that he can come and go freely.

None of the so-called masters of King Zhao's Mansion were his enemies.

After asking a few passers-by on the way and determining the location of King Zhao's mansion, Chu Yang immediately set off and went along the bustling streets to the center of Yanjing City.

After passing through several alleys in a row, the street in front suddenly became lively.

The common people did not know what they were looking at, and they huddled into a pile, blocking the road tightly.

Chu Yang smacked his lips, and suddenly understood why Thanos snapped his fingers.

He tiptoed to see the sea of people in front of him, thinking about how to get out, and then he heard a scream.

I saw a figure fall heavily on the open space in front of Chu Yang, like a fish that accidentally jumped ashore, fiercely fluttering, grinning in pain.

"Good guys, what kind of acrobatics is this?"

Chu Yang looked up and saw a ring directly in front of him, with a flag standing on it, fluttering in the wind, and four big characters written on the flag.

Contest to recruit relatives!

And this brother lying on the ground was obviously kicked off the ring.

It seems that it is not good not to lie down for ten days and a half month.

And above the ring, the victory was actually a bald monk.

"So fighting? Are all the monks here? "

"Now the imbalance between men and women is very serious, and the monks are afraid that they will not find a daughter-in-law..."

Chu Yang shook his head and sighed, he didn't expect that he would have to worry about fertility in ancient times.

Compete in martial arts to recruit relatives so desperate, let's find a restaurant to sit down and talk about life?

Confused!

It is better to compare martial arts than to bride price.

The great monk stood in the ring and shouted wildly: "Who else?!" "

Chu Yang was amazed, this master is really a man of temperament, and he must come to smoke and alcohol at ordinary times.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the lively crowd did not mean to disperse, Chu Yang planned to spare the road, if he squeezed hard, it would be no different from the tank running over this group of people.

At this moment, a gorgeously dressed and handsome young man suddenly appeared in the crowd, he took three steps and made two steps, leaped up, stepped on the shoulders of passers-by, and rushed straight to the ring, as if intending to participate in this competition.

The handsome face of the young man, coupled with such a pulling appearance, attracted everyone's attention.

Even the girls who competed in the ring were dumbfounded.

A smug gaze flashed through the young man's eyes, and he loved the feeling of being in the spotlight.

Next second.

His feet sank, as if he was being suspended by a thousand pounds.

The flowing figure stopped abruptly, and the sound of ridicule sounded in his ears at the same time.

"You pretend to be forced, what is the matter with stepping on my head?"

Chu Yang clasped the young man's ankles, and his face was full of displeasure.

If it weren't for his quick eyes, this guy would have stepped on his head and flew into the ring.

The handsome guy is embarrassed.

He was now held by Chu Yang with one foot, and the other foot was on the shoulder of a young lady who was watching the excitement.

Aunt not only was not angry, but also raised her head and smirked at him, and the affectionate style between her eyebrows, like some flower-mad groupies.

The handsome guy shivered, put away the foot that stepped on the aunt, and suddenly kicked towards Chu Yang's face.

While Chu Yang clasped his ankles, he raised his elbows and pushed forward with his elbows against the kicked toes.

With the blessing of strong strength, Chu Yang's elbow and battering ram are not much different, and the moment the handsome guy kicked, he clicked, and his whole foot suddenly lost consciousness.

The severe pain made the handsome guy directly turn into a little white face, not only his face was pale, but even his breathing became rapid.

Chu Yang smiled and slammed him to the ground, and the little white face suddenly felt like the sky was spinning.

This person was extremely ruthless, and with Chu Yang's temper, he would definitely clean him up.

Just when the little white face was about to hit the ground, two people were killed in the crowd, one was a lama in a red robe, and the other was an old man with white hair.

The horn used a cymbal to slash at Chu Yang's wrist to clasp Xiao Bai's face, while the old man shot out several strangely shaped nails with his bare hands, pointing directly at Chu Yang's chest.

The two attacked Chu Yang's exposed void at the same time, wanting to force Chu Yang back and save Xiaobaiface.

"Be careful!"

After seeing Chu Yang's face, the girl in the ring remembered what happened at the wonton stall last night, and couldn't help but remind her.

What surprised her was that this young man dressed as a scholar actually had no intention of retreating, and in the face of a sneak attack, he still chose to smash the person in his hand to the ground!

Boom!!!

Little White Face spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and almost fainted in pain!

What a ruthless person!

Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

At the same time, both cymbals and nails hit Chu Yang's body.

This book is dead and alive!

The girl subconsciously came up with this idea in her heart.

Not only her, but everyone else in the room thought the same.

However, the moment he slashed the cymbal on Chu Yang's wrist, the lama's face changed.

From the touch of the cymbals, he felt that he did not feel like he had hit a human body, but a diamond with extremely hard hardness.

With this slash, his entire right arm was numb.

Under the protection of the armed color domineering, the nails that shot Chu Yang's chest seemed to hit a steel plate, clanging and falling to the ground.

"It's not good, it's a horizontal training master!"

The lama's pupils shrank sharply and he shouted to remind his companions.

He was about to retreat, but his gaze just collided with Chu Yang.

The coldness in Chu Yang's eyes was like a cold wind, blowing into the lama's bones, making his sweat explode.

I saw Chu Yang stretching out his other hand and pressing it on the cymbal, kneading for a while.

The cymbals made of stainless steel were like grass paper, which was squeezed into a ball by Chu Yang, wrapping the lama's hand in it and unable to move!

The lama's eyes were frightened, and he had a ghostly expression.

He has been wandering the rivers and lakes for decades, and it is the first time he has seen someone who can knead steel into scrap iron with his bare hands.

The old man on the side originally wanted to help, but seeing this, he quickly stopped and made a long footprint on the ground.

(End of chapter)