Panther Commando

Wan Lin nodded after listening to Xie Zhangmen's words and said, "However, your cold art is indeed very strange. We felt this extremely cold palm force from you in the small town, and we felt it outside the arena. A biting chill is really amazing, it has a very strong practical effect, and it is indeed an excellent kung fu."

Head Xie's face darkened when he heard this, shook his head and said: "You are a master of internal skills, you should see that the old man in white has far deeper skills than me, but it's just not suitable for my cold palm. You shot in time, and now I and my opponent are already lying on the bluestone slab of the town! Alas, I am really ashamed to say it."

Wan Lin turned his head and glanced at Xiaoya next to her, and seeing the doubtful look on her face, he asked, "It should not be, it seems that your sects should have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and you should have decades of experience. If you have skill, and you are guarding this unique and extremely cold thing, your cold skill should be more profound, how can you not compare to that opponent?"

He knew that Xiaoya must have doubts in her heart. The cold air in the hall of the cave is indeed a unique environment for practicing cold martial arts. With such good external conditions, Sect Master Xie is similar in age to the old man in white, and he practiced martial arts. The age should be about the same, and it shouldn't be so different from his skill.

Sect Master Xie replied with a long sigh, "Alas, our kung fu is indeed touched by the light of the coldest air in the cave, but one is that my own understanding is not high, and the other is that the deeper we practice the cold art, the colder in the body. The more poison accumulates, and at the end of the day, you don’t dare to absorb a lot of the coldest energy in the cave, so as to avoid the backlash of this cold and cold true energy, so the skill will stop at a certain stage.”

It was only at this moment that Wan Lin and Xiaoya suddenly realized that the deeper they practiced, the more dangerous they were, so they didn't dare to practice uncontrollably in the later stage, but they had to use part of their skills to suppress the cold poison in their bodies, so their skills were not as good as they were. The old man in white.

Head Xie continued with a gloomy expression: "Alas, my brothers passed away early because of this reason. Since ancient times, the heads of our sects have been looking for ways to restrain the cold poison in their bodies, and they have also tried to While cultivating cold exercises, I practice yang exercises, and I want to use yang exercises to restrain the cold poison in my body.”

He shook his gray head as he spoke, and his tone became a little dejected: "Yin and yang skills are a natural pair of enemies. It is easier said than done to achieve a balance, which requires excellent talent and opportunity. Therefore, since ancient times, we There are very few people who can practice these two kinds of internal skills at the same time, and my father is one of them. If it wasn't for the fact that my father often used his skills to suppress the cold poison in my body after practicing Chiyang skills, the old man would have died long ago. Just following in the footsteps of my brothers, alas!".

Wan Lin and Xiaoya glanced at each other upon hearing this, and both of them could hear the sadness and helplessness in the heart of the sixty-year-old old man. They turned their faces and looked around. The furnishings in the room were extremely simple. The beds were covered with quilts made of animal skins and earthcloths, and the daily necessities were also some crude bamboo and wood products.

When the two of them saw this, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: These ancient martial arts families have always been adhering to the ancient way of life, silently passing on the ancient skills left by their ancestors in the deep mountains, and they would rather lose their lifespan. This ancient Chinese technique has been passed down from generation to generation.

They have no complaints and no regrets. They not only use the martial arts they have learned to silently guard this beautiful mountain and river, but also protect the tranquility of this holy mountain, but they have no scruples about their short lives.

But it is such an ancient, simple, and almost isolated martial arts family, and now there are several young descendants who are in their prime, who were brutally killed by several Japanese pirates at their doorstep. How can this one not be allowed? The disciples of Lingxiu Sect were angry, how could they not make them two Chinese soldiers angry!

An angry look appeared on the faces of Wan Lin and both of them. They suddenly turned their heads and looked out of the window. A cold light suddenly shot into the dense forest in the distance.

At this moment, the voice of the head of Xie suddenly sounded again: "However, according to the internal records of our family: Hundreds of years ago, a man who claimed to be from the eight continents overseas came to this mountain. Our old patriarch met and learned martial arts in the mountains. The other party was also practicing cold art. The true energy that came out of the body was extremely cold, and it seemed to have an unpleasant smell. In the end, this person was defeated by the old patriarch. hand".

When Wan Lin and Xiaoya heard the words of Sect Master Xie, they quickly turned their faces and listened carefully. Sect Master Xie continued: "At that time, it was just a discussion. After the opponent was defeated by the ancestors, he admired the martial arts of the ancestors very much. He once proposed to stay in the sect for a few days and discuss some internal skills together. When Pai was a guest, vigilance immediately arose in his heart, he refused at the time, and then said goodbye to the other party and walked towards the mountains.”

As he spoke, he looked at the window on the cabin, his gloomy face became calmer, as if he had been immersed in time hundreds of years ago.

He paused for a while, and then continued to speak in a leisurely tone: "At that time, after the ancestor walked in the mountains to pick up the hour~www.wuxiaspot.com~ suddenly found that this person has been sneaking behind him. There was a burst of anger, knowing that this person had suspected the Kung Fu of this faction during the discussion, and it was trained with the help of some magical substance, it seems that the other party wanted to secretly track and find the location of his Lingxiu Sect."

"The ancestor was furious at the time, I didn't expect this person to be so despicable! He turned around and chased after the opponent, but the opponent knew that he was not the opponent, so he turned around and fled the mountain area. , and then turned around and returned. It is said that I have never heard of this person from the eight continents again."

After talking about this, Sect Master Xie suddenly took his eyes back from the window, looked at Wan Lin and Xiaoya and said, "According to the old patriarch back then, he said that his internal skills were very strange, and there was an unpleasant smell in his gloomy skills. The smell of the palm, which is struck with a disgusting breath, seems to be a poisonous art."

"Fortunately, the skill we have cultivated is very cold, just to restrain this poisonous quality. The old patriarch was not harmed by the opponent's poisonous skill, but he felt that this person's skill was very peculiar, so this incident was recorded in the family annals. Remind us that future generations should be careful when they encounter this kung fu. Just now you asked about Han Kung sect, and I suddenly remembered this matter."

After Wan Lin heard this, he looked at Sect Master Xie with some surprise and asked, "Where is the Great Eight Continents? Why haven't I heard of this place name?"