After a long journey, Qiao Feng looked a little solemn and asked, "Brother Chen, are you injured?"

Since he obtained the Shaolin Yijin Jing, his shortcomings in the internal strength and mental method have been completely filled, and his martial arts have progressed rapidly, and he can be the first person to sweep the floor monk and Shen Yuanjing.

The Yijin Jing can strengthen the body and make people's ears and eyes clear, and vaguely sense some inappropriate things about Shen Yuanjing. Ten years ago, Qiao Feng could not see Shen Yuanjing's back at all, and knew that even if he had worked hard for ten years, the gap between the two should not be so small.

Shen Yuanjing chuckled softly and said, "It's just that I have practiced the scattering skills again, nothing big."

"San Gong?" Qiao Feng was shocked and forgot to urge his body. He stopped in place and asked in a deep voice: "Did Brother Chen practice the martial arts of the Tianshan Tonglao?"

In a battle five years ago, the Tianshan Tonglao suddenly appeared and blocked Li Qiushui, which was a big help to the Central Plains martial arts world. Later, she was in seclusion in Leigu Mountain and spent the re-cultivation of the scattered martial arts of the Eight Desolations and Six Heritages. Qiao Feng had also participated in the protection of the escort, so she had a certain understanding of this magical skill of the Xiaoyao Sect.

He vaguely remembered that once the Tianshan Tong Lao said something, saying that Shen Yuanjingqiang stole this martial arts and occupied her Lingjiu Palace, and he was very angry.

Shen Yuanjing also stopped and said, "It's just a reference. How could I copy this martial art with great flaws? It's just two battles with the Shaolin monk and I went into seclusion to figure out some things. The road ahead is vast, and it's hard to follow the original path and go further, so I have to change my thinking."

Qiao Feng then realized it, then set out to move forward, and said to himself, "It's just that I'm worried about. Brother Chen's cultivation and knowledge, how could he be worthy of martial arts with such a big flaw? After practicing it all the time, it's not worth your re-education with Qiao."

He felt relieved when he saw that Shen Yuanjing had gone wrong, but no longer asked, because everyone's martial arts were secrets, and if he was not very close, he would never reveal it. Just as he was in charge of the secret book of the Shaolin Yijin Jing, he only told Ah Zhu, and the other parents, Duan Yu, did not explain it. It was really Wang Jiantong's incident, which made him heartbroken.

At Xixia Primary School, the two of them traveled day and night, and quickly arrived at the place. They were far ahead of Murong and his son's return. Shen Yuanjing led Qiao Feng to the Treasure Pavilion in Yipintang and went straight to get the dog-beating stick back.

The process was extremely smooth, obviously the enemy did not regard this thing as a treasure. Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave, but Shen Yuanjing stopped him and signaled to be at ease.

He said, "Brother Qiao, please gather some secret spies in the city and set fire to some lands such as noble people's residences, yamen, military offices, etc. You can seize the opportunity and kill a few people from the Yipintang of Xixia who are full of hair and white skin. Remember not to attack us Han people."

Although Qiao Feng didn't understand why, he did as he said. Shen Yuanjing went straight to the Xixia Palace and arrived at Li Qiushui's bedroom. The woman was sympathizing with herself again.

He did not hide his footsteps and said, "He is almost a hundred years old. No matter how hard he looks in the mirror, he can't get rid of his lost face. Why bother?"

Li Qiushui suddenly turned around, looked at him in surprise, and hesitated: "It's you! Why are you martial arts?" Suddenly, he remembered something again, and asked and answered: "Yes, you must have snatched that bitch's Bahuang Liuhe, I am the only one who can do it, hahahaha."

She bent down with a smile, and couldn't breathe. After a long time, she returned to normal and said, "A person like you is also greedy for your face. What qualifications do you have to say to me?"

Shen Yuanjing touched his face and said softly: "It seems that he is one year older, so I have misunderstood you."

Li Qiushui was shocked when he heard this, stared at his face and said in a daze: "Ah, how could that be? How did you do it? I know that bitch's martial arts skills, and you can't stop your face after practicing them. It's fifteen years, and you're only one year older. What martial arts have you practiced?"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her body trembled. A narcissistic person like her cared for her appearance beyond ordinary people's imagination and would never accept it. As time goes by, youth faded on her face.

Shen Yuanjing said silently, watching him go crazy. Li Qiushui calmed down and stared at his face. The more he looked, the more obsessed he became, the more he thought about it, and the more he felt the more excited he felt. He could no longer hold back and rushed over.

Even though he was moving quickly, his figure was still graceful, as if he was flying in the Dunhuang murals, with white clothes fluttering. Unfortunately, although his face was only in his forties or fifties, it was crisscrossed with four extremely deep sword wounds, which made people scared.

Shen Yuanjing snorted coldly, raised his hand and slashed the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, caught the other party's Baihong Palm. With his power, he beat him back a few steps and said: "Greed is indeed a dizzy person. Even if my skills are damaged, I will not fall to you and bully you."

Li Qiushui was furious and said, "Do you think that using that bitch's Tianshan Six Yang Palm can beat me?" As she said that, she held up her left and right palms, one in front and one behind, and the Shaolin Prajna Palm in her front palm, soft and hard, and gusts of wind were shining.

As soon as Shen Yuanjing blocked it, the back palm came again, but it was still her unique martial arts Baihong Palm. As soon as she touched it, the palm power turned around and hit her chest.

He had expected that, and he slapped the palm force with his backhand, frowned and said, "I can do it too, Baihong Palm, what's the effect of this?" He fired his hands together, his left palm to the right, and his right palm to the left, but the palm wind was erratic and I don't know where it hit.

Li Qiushui pushed forward with both hands and took it over. With a few crackling sounds, she would take a step back and knock the table behind her, collapsed with a bang.

She then woke up a little. Lingbo flashed a little, circled a curve, used a hand-whip to use the "Tianling Thousand Rifts" of the Funiu Sect to attack the opponent's back.

Shen Yuanjing's feet moved, and it was Ling Bo microwave. He followed the opponent's martial arts tricks with the same skill, and only maintained an invincible victory.

Li Qiushui kept walking, and in a moment, he activated Xiao Wuxiang Gong and changed the martial arts tricks of more than a dozen sects including the Central Plains, the Western Regions, and the Tibetan border. They came one after another.

Shen Yuanjing replicated all these ways and attacked them, making them more authentic than the other party. He said, "Do you think you can be surprised if you hide it from Lingbo Weibu and don't teach me?"

He was still a little confused and said to himself: "Why is Li Qiushui so unwise? Until now, she can fully detect the gap between us, and it is definitely not something she has hidden behind her to overcome.

Could it be that she really went crazy for the martial arts that could keep her face alive? It shouldn't be like this. Even if she returned to her eighteenth day, the scars on her face would not be removed. There must be something I don't know about here."
Chapter completed!