Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 46: Slap in shame

Chapter 46—A Shameful Slap

Noting the fierceness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew that he was not good, but he was not afraid of it in his heart, instead he was eager to try.

With a stroke of his left hand and a palm of his right hand, he slammed towards Feng Qingyang. It was the "Kanglong regretful" of Jianglong's eighteen palms.

Feng Qingyang saw that he was far away from him, and his previous tricks were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to cope with all changes without change, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy to his fingers.

Song Qingshu didn't wait for his moves to grow old. He drew a circle again with his left hand and another palm with his right hand. The exact same "Kang Long has regrets" struck out again.

The power of the two palms is superimposed together, and it is like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of air blasting toward the clear wind.

Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was beginning to become obscure, and he quickly squeezed his sword tactics, and greeted him with a break.

Song Qingshu leaped into the air with the help of rushing force, so that the "flying dragon is in the sky" in the eighteen palms of the dragon, and once again drove the third palm "Kang Long has regrets". Rushed.

Feng Qingyang finally changed his face. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword aura of his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. How could Song Qingshu deliver the third palm when the lightning flint was over, and the three palms were superimposed. The strength of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang just broke through his first two Qi Jin, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm. In desperation, he had no choice but to dodge several feet away.

Feng Qingyang's expression was a little embarrassed. After all, this was the first time he was forced to defend with the sword by the enemy in so many years, and the opponent was still a weak-crowned young man, "Jianlong Sandielang! Your Excellency is Qidan Xiaofeng?"

"If King Xiao is here, Feng Lao might not be as freehand as he is facing." Song Qing gave a negative answer in his words, secretly crying out for luck. He knows the eighteen palms of the dragon and knows what Xiao Feng is best at. The principle of the trick, I tried my best, and I actually played it. Of course, there was still a big gap between the power and the angle of vigor and the timing of the choice, so in the end, I needed to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm in the sky.

"Then who are you? You are also an authentic sect of Wudang Xuanmen in Emei, and you have the wicked martial arts of Jiuyin and White Bone Claws. I'm afraid Xiao Feng and Guo Jing barely overwhelmed you for the gang, and the other elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so clever, he quickly saw his martial arts skills.

"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu looked back at the dumbfounded Mu Wanqing, revealing a mischievous smile. But in my heart, I still thought that I was still accumulating food, slowly becoming king, and I had done something wrong with Zhou Zhiruo. If Zhou Zhiruo came to the door when he heard the news, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"The three moves have passed. If you don't want to say, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, pinching his sword and attacked.

The speed of the sword gas caused Song Qingshu to slap his tongue. In a hurry, he quickly resorted to the snake-like turning raccoon technique, and rolled on the ground with a shameful slap in Chapter 46.

Come, escaped Feng Qingyang's fierce sword.

However, the first opportunity has been lost. Feng Qingyang's sword qi sword after sword is endless, Song Qingshu has only dodge power, no power to fight back, and the gap of movement is consciously compressed by the other party to become smaller and smaller.

Song Qingshu knew that if he continued like this, he would have to hate him on the spot without ten moves, but he did not easily counterattack with the eighteen palms of Jianglong. Through the temptation just now, he has understood that palm wind and other things are too bad in front of the opponent's sword qi. Coupled with Dugu Nine Sword's breaking style, no matter how strong the palm is, it's nothing more than paper.

With the same force, the force-receiving area of a palm hit is much larger than the innate sword energy of the opponent's fingertips. Damn pressure formula! Song Qingshu cursed physics fiercely, and the other party broke his face with a point, and all his palms were constrained by nature.

Song Qingshu stared at the gap, his internal force was shocked, and the wooden sword behind him shot out, grabbed it with his right hand, swiped a few swords and started to counterattack.

Feng Qingyang had noticed his wooden sword a long time ago, and thought it was just an ornament, but he did not expect that he had reached the state of no sword at a young age, and a thin layer of sword aura appeared on the surface of the wooden sword. Moreover, his sword moves are exactly those engraved on the wall, but they have not been completely mechanically applied. A few ordinary swordsmanship of the Five Sacred Mountains are used, but the strength is not contained, implying dozens of changes, waiting for his own reaction. Change tricks at any time.

Feng Qingyang stepped on the Seven Stars and quickly retreated a few meters away. Although Song Qingshu’s first three moves were amazing enough, they were not as shocking as this time. He asked incredulously: "You just watched it casually. Can you get through these sword tricks on the wall in just a few glances?"

Song Qingshu's expression was a little bit shy, and he said shyly: "It seems... so."

After listening to his words, Feng Qingyang almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. He has been a sword-wielding wizard once in hundreds of years. With his decades of sword skills, he can glance at the moves on the wall, and then integrate the sword intent. The young man on the opposite side, who has practiced swords for no more than three years, is purely based on the realm. How can you let Feng Qingyang not be surprised if you are equally divided with yourself.

"Whether it is Kyogen or not, you have to try it before you know it." Feng Qingyang still didn't believe it, and decided to try his best.

Song Qingshu quickly cheered up and greeted him with luck on the wooden sword.

For a time, the sword spirit in the cave was vertical and horizontal. Although Feng Qingyang was basically attacking Song Qingshu's defense, and Song Qingshu was often forced into embarrassment, Song Qingshu was like a flat boat in the storm, always able to guard his door. The skill of the Five Sacred Swords, undefeated against Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords, and sometimes even attacked a few swords so that Feng Qingyang had to return to the sword to defend.

However, Song Qingshu has a bitter self-knowledge. Although he can fight Feng Qingyang with a hundred moves undefeated, he keeps on fighting like this, because Feng Qingyang no longer keeps his hands, and then the sword aura invades the body, fortieth. Chapter Six A Slap in Shame

No doubt he will die.

Thinking of this, he would still be willing to fight again, resorting to a weird sword technique, and shouting: "Look at my unique trick-the return of ten thousand swords."

Feng Qingyang was bluffed. This young man gave him too much surprise. He was really afraid that he would lose Jingzhou and be injured by his weird moves. He held his sword in his hands and waited for him.

Seeing him fooled, Song Qingshu dared to hesitate and urged Tasha Wuhen to the extreme, and picked up Mu Wanqing, who was almost silly next to him, and said, "Run!" The two rushed out of the cave in a hurry like a meteor. .

After Feng Qingyang was stunned, he couldn't help but get furious, and he hurriedly used his light skills to chase him out, but he had lost his first opportunity. Song Qing's body was carrying the super light skill of Tasha Wuhen, and sincerely wanted to run, even if he still had one People, Feng Qingyang had no choice but to watch the distance between them get farther and farther...

Realizing that Feng Qingyang was finally thrown off, Song Qingshu gently put Mu Wanqing down, and said fortunately: "Miss, fortunately you are soft and light, otherwise we really can't run away."

But what responded to him was Mu Wan's clear and resounding slap. Chapter 47 The Drunk Lying Beauty Wakes Up on Her Knee and Holds the World

"Lady, you..." Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in amazement.

"What a dog, what a master of martial arts!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him, shaking all over with anger, thinking that he was deceived by him in the past two days, and he took advantage of it...

"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." This is the end of the matter, and there is no need to pretend, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.

"Is it fun for you to be a master, teasing ordinary people like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.

"I think it's quite fun." Song Qingshu thought in her heart, but of course she never dared to say so clearly: "I saw the girl heartbroken, seemingly thinking of suicide, she was in a hurry, she wanted to persuade, and was afraid of you. Rejecting strangers from thousands of miles away is the only way to make the best move."

At this moment, Mu Wanqing's sadness was spoken again, and she saw her small mouth slumped, and a trace of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Although Mu Wanqing was cold and fierce on the surface, she was only a young girl in the end. In her previous life, she might not have gone to college at this age. Song Qingshu's thoughts flashed through her mind, but she didn't know how to persuade him for a while.

After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head, quietly wiped her cheek with her fingertips, and asked in a deep voice, "What is your name?"

Noting her green jade fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly got a little dry, and quickly replied: "Miss Mu, in the next Song Qingshu."

"Thank you Song Daxia for helping me a few days ago, and the little girl don't pass it." Mu Wanqing said coldly, turning around and leaving. Although she was extremely angry, according to her old temperament, encountering such a stinky man would naturally kill him with an arrow, but considering the incredible martial arts she had just seen with her own eyes, she gave up this idea.

"Now I'm leaving." Song Qingshu muttered to himself, his reluctance was very obvious. Seen through by the beautiful woman, he didn't know how to say anything to keep him. According to his personality, he couldn't do something like Duan Yu's stubborn face.

Hearing Song Qingshu's self-talk, Mu Wanqing's ears blushed, and she suddenly stopped, and turned around to stare at Song Qingshu: "Go and wash your face, I don't want to look like a savior. know."

"Which is the cause of this trouble?" Song Qingshu knew Mu Wanqing's arrogant personality, and couldn't figure out her plan for a while, so she ran to the stream to wash off the stains on her face, and then put on her hairy haircut. He tied it up with a turban.

Looking at the renewed Song Qingshu, an invisible blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's white face, "Okay, I can see it clearly." After speaking, she turned around and left neatly.

Could it be that she was fascinated by the handsomeness of her "Jade Face Mengchang"? Song Qingshu was surprised. The original Song Qing book was a well-known handsome young knight in the martial arts. Now his supernatural powers, his introverted and calm temperament add a lot of charm, every time he gets up in the morning to look in the mirror. The first sentence is "tm woke up handsome again. Chapter 47 Drunk Lying Beauty Wakes Up on the Knee of the World