The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

If it were Master Zhang or any other martial artist here right now, they probably couldn't help but shout "Bravo!" This move, Crane Peck, lures the enemy first, combining the real and the illusory, and the change of moves is fast and not chaotic, which shows that the person who made the move has thoroughly understood this set of boxing techniques and absolutely deserves this applause.

Unfortunately, Qin Xiaotou's opponent today is Lu Jing. His fancy set of operations is purely a waste of effort. Lu Jing didn't expect Qin Xiaotou to suddenly attack him at all. He was still looking at the other party with a dazed expression, and had no reaction at all. In fact, even if Lu Jing knew in advance that Qin Xiaotou would attack, it probably wouldn't make any difference.

He hasn't practiced martial arts for long, and is still at the most basic stage of stance training. He hasn't even developed his Qi sensation. He has no inner strength, no moves, and is not even as good as a newly created character when he first entered the game. After all, a newly created character basically has a free heavy strike skill to support the scene, but Lu Jing's panel is completely blank when fighting people at this time, and there is no other option besides hanging up.

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In just a moment, Lu Jing's lower abdomen was hit by a set of seven consecutive pecks. However, the place where he was hit did not transmit the expected pain. On the contrary, his dantian, which had been swollen and painful since he got up early in the morning, felt like it had found a vent at this moment. Streams of warm currents rushed along his meridians to the pecked area, and then flowed into Qin Xiaotou's body in one go along that finger.

The whole process almost made Lu Jing cry out in comfort. Fortunately, he restrained himself in order to take care of Qin Xiaotou's emotions. In addition, Lu Jing was also vaguely looking forward to Qin Xiaotou doing it a few more times. Those few pecks just now, he felt, were more useful than carrying millet all morning. It almost immediately eliminated a lot of the swelling pain in his dantian.

However, the follow-up attack that Lu Jing was looking forward to did not arrive as expected.

Qin Xiaotou had many thoughts flashing through his mind at the moment he made his move. He heard the gentleman in the rice shop who was counting and distributing the lottery tickets say that Lu Jing could carry six bags of millet without changing his face, and therefore believed that Lu Jing possessed martial arts skills. Therefore, he did not show any mercy when he made his move, and went all out.

It's just that he didn't expect Lu Jing to be so calm at such a young age. Although he had gained the upper hand, he didn't panic and didn't dismantle the moves randomly. Instead, he just stood there motionless, seemingly planning to adopt a strategy of striking later.

Qin Xiaotou didn't dare to neglect, and decisively changed his moves before the move became old. The crane's beak changed from open to closed, and a move of White Crane Entering Water directly attacked Lu Jing's lower body, but the young man on the opposite side remained motionless.

As expected, was I seen through? Qin Xiaotou's expression became more and more solemn, but now he had no way out. After the wonderful change of moves in the middle, he also lost the space to change moves again, and even if he could change moves, it was estimated that he would still be seen through by the opposite side, but it would only be humiliating himself.

Therefore, he simply made up his mind, no longer looking forward and backward, and directly urged his full strength to attack Lu Jing's lower abdomen. This may not conform to the agile and elegant essentials of Crane Hand boxing, but at this moment it is undoubtedly an extremely smart decision.

What Qin Xiaotou was bullying was Lu Jing's youth. Even if Lu Jing started practicing martial arts from a young age, it would only be a few years now. Even if his vision was good and his moves were exquisite, it would be difficult for his internal strength cultivation to be very profound. Qin Xiaotou had been practicing martial arts for sixteen years and believed that he should be able to steadily overwhelm Lu Jing in this regard.

Since the moves are not good, then let's compete in internal strength!

Qin Xiaotou went crazy, concentrating his energy on his index finger, and was about to peck Lu Jing, but Lu Jing still didn't react at all. Qin Xiaotou couldn't help but waver at this time. No matter how much he used stillness to control movement and strike later, he should have made a move now.

Could it be that this guy really only practiced martial arts for less than a day as he said?

Although such thoughts湧上心头 in Qin Xiaotou's mind, he still didn't stop. What if the other party just wanted to use this to confuse him? The moment he retracted his power and revealed a flaw, he would suddenly counterattack. Wouldn't he capsize in the gutter? Furthermore, Qin Xiaotou couldn't stop even if he wanted to now. Being able to retract and release freely is something that at least first-class masters can do, and he is far from it.

So this blow finally landed firmly on Lu Jing's lower abdomen, and Qin Xiaotou didn't do one thing and didn't stop. After one blow, he unceremoniously made up six more blows, directly completing a set of White Crane Seven Pecks, chic and neat, and then... there was no then.

Qin Xiaotou only felt an unimaginable terrifying internal force drill into his meridians along his index finger in an almost barbaric posture, and his own meager and pitiful internal force could not resist it at all. It was as if a weak scholar was watching a group of armored and armed tiger and wolf soldiers break into his room, but he didn't even have a chance to shout for help.

The stool under his butt instantly shattered into pieces, and Qin Xiaotou also flew backwards, his back hitting the wooden carved railing on the second floor of the teahouse. Before Lu Jing could reach out to pull him, he broke several more carved railings and fell to the first floor.

The few sticks under him were shocked when they saw this. Two people quickly stepped forward to help their boss, and the other three raised their batons and were about to rush upstairs to fight Lu Jing.

But after only a few steps, they heard Qin Xiaotou's hoarse voice behind them, "Don't go! You are not his opponents."

Qin Xiaotou's throat became sweet again when he said this, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was blue and white, but he couldn't hold on anymore. He only had time to say another sentence, "Let him go." After that, he just sat on the ground and began to adjust his breath, and he couldn't even get up and take a few more steps to go to a place where no one would disturb him.

Lu Jing stood on the second floor of the teahouse, looking at Qin Xiaotou sitting cross-legged on the ground, and remembered that he just wanted to ask for leave. He didn't understand how the situation had developed to this point.

He wanted to go down and explain to resolve the misunderstanding, but seeing the group of sticks surrounding Qin Xiaotou, looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, Lu Jing estimated that as long as he walked over, he would start a new round of bloody storms.

And honestly, he didn't know what to explain. This matter was not his fault in the first place. Qin Xiaotou took the initiative to attack first. He just stood there and didn't move, and received a set of seven consecutive strikes. After that, Qin Xiaotou jumped down the stairs himself.

If it weren't for the fact that Qin Xiaotou's complexion was indeed not good now and he had just vomited blood, Lu Jing would have suspected that the other party was trying to blackmail him. Otherwise, why would he come up with such a scene just when he had just received his salary, as if he was stepping on the spot.

He looked downstairs for a while, and then noticed that the tea shop assistant was a little eager to move, probably wanting to come and discuss the teahouse's losses and compensation matters with him, but because of the "divine power" he had just displayed, he was still weighing whether he wanted money or life.

Lu Jing didn't give him a chance to die. It is natural to pay for damages caused by fighting, but how can there be a reason to ask the person who was beaten to pay?

Lu Jing pointed downstairs, signaling the tea shop assistant to ask Qin Xiaotou and his group for money. After that, he didn't give the other party a chance to speak, and walked down the stairs by himself. Relying on the remaining power of "that stand" before, no one dared to stop him, but when Lu Jing came to the door, the group of sticks guarding Qin Xiaotou outside the door were obviously very nervous.

One of them was still holding the baton in his hand, and said to Lu Jing with a sad and indignant expression, "Boy, don't bully people too much!"

Lu Jing rolled his eyes, but fortunately he finally resisted the urge to say anything, shook his head, and turned and disappeared into the bustling crowd.