Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Nine - Windy Playboy

Huang Qiuye raised his brows, obviously not too fond of this sissy name: "Who is that windy dude?"

Xu Yan sorted out the information in his mind, and then said slowly, "Master Fenghua, probably a powerful northern tattoo artist two hundred years ago."

"In the autobiographies written by the strong men of that era, the figure of the windy boy will appear."

"Master Fenghua was one of the most outstanding powerhouses of that era. He was born in the north, and after breaking through the Xiantian Palace, he worshipped the Chaoxia Palace. It is said that he is the younger brother of Wan Qianhong, the current Palace Master of the Chaoxia Palace."

"After he became an adult, he went down the mountain to cultivate and came to the south. In the south, he met the love of his life, so he simply stayed in the south and did not go back. The contemporary Asaxia Palace Master was furious and wanted to forcibly pull Fenghuazi back. North, but the windy boy swears to death.”

"The two masters and apprentices had a fight, but at that time, the master of the Zhaoxia Palace was a tattoo master of the Thousand Pattern Realm. Where is Fenghua's opponent?"

"In the end, Young Master Fenghua threatened him with death. As a senior sister, Wan Qianhong even interceded for her junior brother and asked the contemporary Zhaoxia Palace Master for mercy, which made him stay in the south."

Xu Yan's voice was also a bit complicated.

The Windy Playboy has never written an autobiography, and is not even known for his seclusion. However, Xu Yan, who had seen the clues from the many archives, noticed this person, and he kept finding out the deeds of the wind **** and integrating them into a complete story.

In his heart, he also thinks that Fenghua is really a generation of strange people: "It's just that God is not beautiful, and the way of heaven is ruthless. Fenghua's love is only a mortal person. Ordinary people can't beat the years, only after more than 80 years. Old and dead. And Fenghuazi stayed by his wife's tomb to guard the marquis until he died."

Huang Qiuye was only a teenager after all, and sneered at this kind of love and love: "It sounds like this person is nothing special. For my generation of cultivators, there is nothing major except the Dao. To spend this life for a woman is in my eyes. Simply stupid."

Xu Yan also smiled strangely: "It is said that the reason why the Chaoxia Palace Master was so furious back then was because Fenghua Gongzi was the next heir to the Chaoxia Palace Master. And when Wan Qianhong asked a disciple outside his door, he was also Frankly: The most talented one is my little junior brother.”

Hearing Xu Yan's words, Huang Qiuye's expression suddenly became strange, and then he looked around a little nervously and whispered: "Senior, don't be surprised, children are ignorant..."

Even Zuo Kuanglan couldn't help laughing when he saw Huang Qiuye's actions.

Seeing this, Xu Yan also laughed: "Having talent does not mean that you love to practice cultivation. After all, people are good. Not everyone likes to fight and kill." After he finished speaking, he looked around: "Break through this place? How to break through... "

Zuo Kuanglan was the first to stand up: "It's nothing more than breaking it with strength!" He took a hand, and the tattoo appeared in the palm of his hand. The Zuo family has always been simple and direct, and he used the tattooing technique without much thought!

I saw the long stick in his hand waving, and the rich ink-like lines condensed on the stick, like an ink dragon. The fine flowers in the surrounding sea of ​​flowers were urged by his turbulent pattern, and they continued to disperse and fly around!

Zuo Kuanglan's eyes were violent, and he shouted in a low voice, "Qingtian!"

Pattern Technique──【Qingtian】!

I saw that the long stick in his hand was pointed towards the sky, and the tattoo force condensed on the stick flew out, turning into a black dragon with fangs and claws, blasting towards the sky!

The scene in front of him really made Xu Yan's eyes brighten.

Even if he is close to the Zuo family, he has even seen the tattoo skills of many Zuo family disciples. Like Zuo Sheng's [Three Winds], Zuo Chengzhe's [Fu Shan], [Dragon Yin], and Zuo Canghai's [Black Dragon Claw]. Although their cultivation techniques and martial arts are the same, they can create different tattoo skills through different understandings!

The ever-changing patterns of these tattoo techniques fascinated Xu Yan deeply!

The power of the black dragon in front of him is naturally far less powerful than the three tattoo skills, but the black dragon in the middle has the meaning of lifting the sky, as if the dragon is not willing to swim in shallow water and wants to soar for nine days. With this kind of momentum alone, before the tattoo technique arrives, the momentum will come first!

It's just that the surrounding petals and debris that were crushed and scattered by Molong's powerful grain force were condensed and not scattered, as if they were controlled by an invisible big hand. Countless colorful petals formed the figure of a graceful young man, holding a folding fan in his hand and his face soft. The young man's figure waved the folding fan in his hand, and countless petals shot out overwhelmingly, facing the ink dragon!

boom!

Mo Long seemed to cry out to sorrow silently and dissipated in the wind.

And Zuo Kuanglan also snorted, taking three steps back, blood on the corner of his mouth!

His face is unbelievable!

Xu Yan on the side was even more amazed when he saw his eyes: "What a powerful tattoo technique!"

"If you read it correctly, the reason why you were injured was because of the backlash of the tattoo technique. If the attack was really aimed at you, it would definitely be unstoppable even if it was ten times stronger!"

"And the pattern in front of me...is created by a tattoo artist who has been dead for some unknown number of years. How strong was Fenghuazi during his lifetime..."

Huang Qiuye on the side also looked frantic in his eyes: "I'm coming!"

boom…

with no doubt.

Huang Qiuye's all-out blow was also blown down by the phantom formed by the petals, and Huang Qiuye flew backwards like a sandbag, his face pale as paper!

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Probably the three of them knew that they would not be able to break out of the formation in a short time, but they were unwilling to leave. No matter how stupid people know, this is a big opportunity! Even if the pattern after the death of Fenghuazi is so powerful and terrifying, what kind of treasure will his relics be?

After the sneak attack by the wind wolf last night, Xu Yan was very interested in his strange body changes. Especially with that thunderous punch that killed a wind wolf, even Zuo Kuanglan and Huang Qiuye might not be able to do this kind of power. Even so, he also knew that with the strength of his own body, he would definitely not be able to compare with the tattoo skills struck by the two of them. Therefore, he did not challenge the pattern in front of him beyond his capacity.

After Xu Yan preached to them last night, it was really useful, and the disputes between Huang Qiuye and Zuo Kuanglan were significantly reduced. But all of this started when Xu Yan got bored from waiting here and asked Zuo Kuanglan for some melee skills.

Huang Qiuye laughed aside: "Brother Xu, are you interested in melee combat skills? Come on, let me tell you something. Our Huang family's famous [Tiger Claw Hand] is absolutely domineering! He is as fierce as Brother Xu. The pure man is the most suitable!"

Zuo Kuanglan's face was calm, but his voice was low and cold: "Brother Xu, you are on good terms with the young master of my family. It is natural to know that our Zuo family's [military fight] is concise and clear, and every move focuses on knocking down the opponent with the fastest speed. It's better than some fancy tricks that just imitate the tattooed beasts."

Huang Qiuye's complexion suddenly turned blue: "Zuo, what are you talking about!"

Zuo Kuanglan didn't say a word, his eyes closed slightly like an old monk entering into meditation.

Seeing this, Xu Yan hurriedly said, "Don't argue, don't argue, teach me both, I will learn which one is more suitable for me!"

When Huang Qiuye and Zuo Kuanglan heard the words, they both snorted coldly: "Teach it, teach it."

It's just that the two of them have completely forgotten, whether it is [Army Fight] or [Tiger Claw Hand], they are the secrets that are not passed down in the family.

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