Flower Stealing Master Chapter 345: Going crazy

Although Song Qingshu also ate, the joyous Zen practice he practiced was originally the patriarch of passion and desire, and he was naturally immune to similar drugs.

"Sister-in-law, calm down, don't practice for now." Song Qingshu exclaimed anxiously.

It's a pity that Bing Xueer is now working hard at a critical juncture, completely ignoring the voice. Although I subconsciously felt that it was inappropriate to continue practicing, I couldn't perceive the danger.

"Hahahahaha, a pair of shameless adulterers and women." Suddenly a man's laughter came not far away.

"Not good!" Song Qingshu yelled badly. This person was full of energy and deep internal strength. His laughter was mixed with true energy, and he felt his ears humming, why bother Bing Xueer who was practicing.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and Bing Xueer finally woke up from shock, already suffering extremely serious internal injuries.

"Where is the rat!"

Seeing Bing Xueer vomiting blood, Song Qingshu couldn't help furious, and raised his left hand. The nearby petals and leaves were wrapped in his internal force, like sharp blades, shooting densely toward the place where the sound came from.

Song Qingshu took the opportunity to grab the clothes and wrapped Bing Xueer's body, and asked worriedly: "How is the sister-in-law?"

Seeing him suddenly rushing over, Bing Xue'er was a little angry, but she understood that there was a cause, and seeing Song Qingshu's concerned eyes, the only trace of anger disappeared, and she said weakly: "It's so hot all over, I feel so uncomfortable... …"

Seeing Bing Xue'er's watery eyes, Song Qingshu was taken aback, wondering in her heart: Is there any medicine for her sister-in-law?

"Pulling leaves and flying flowers can hurt people. How can you reach such a realm when you are young?"

A black-clothed masked man walked up embarrassedly, with one or two traces of his clothes being cut, presumably he hadn't completely avoided it just now.

Song Qingshu saw that there were only two scars on his clothes, and there were no injuries to his body, a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Your martial arts is also good."

"Uncle, this person is so annoying." Bing Xueer's whole body seemed to be weak, and she nestled softly in Song Qingshu's arms, her voice was different from the lightness of the past, it became sweet and greasy.

"What on earth did you add to him?" Song Qingshu glared at the man in black. There were only three people present. Bing Xueer was suddenly poisoned in a good manner. Who else would he be? Song Qingshu was even more jealous when he thought that the other party could poison him silently under his nose.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the man in black was so angry that he laughed: "A shameless pair of dog men and women. They have sexual **** in the wild, but they falsely accuse the old man."

Hearing what he said, Bing Xueer's chest was up and down, wow, and another mouthful of blood came out.

Song Qingshu was concerned just now, and when he said something, he also understood that he might have wronged the other party, but hearing his foul language caused Bingxue’s injury to the injury, and she couldn’t help but feel like ice, making Bingxue lighter. Lightly leaned against the tree: "Sister-in-law, wait until I kill this person first, and then come back to heal your injuries."

The man in black didn't expect Song Qingshu to come so fast. As soon as his voice fell, a huge force came in front of him. He was shocked and quickly moved his skill into his sleeve, trying to dispel Song Qingshu's palm strength.

Song Qingshu’s angry palm was like a powerful blow. The man in black was shocked to realize that he couldn’t dispel it. He hurriedly transported his magical skills and moved his palm to the empty space next to him. With a bang, the flowers rose up. Peng Can flowers and leaves.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked at his palm, but he didn't expect that he was about to get a blow and was actually redirected by the opponent.

The man in black secretly squeezed a cold sweat, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, do you want to kill someone?"

"Who on earth are you?" The fight just now made Song Qingshu understand that the opponent is not easy to compete with, and his skill is probably not under the Western Poison Ouyang Feng.

"I heard that someone here in the daytime resorted to the rumored'return to the other's body', the old man came to take a look, he didn't know that he would break such a scandal, hehe." The black-clothed man said in a tone. There is no lack of ridicule. Although he also tried Song Qingshu's martial arts to be unfathomable, he has not been afraid of anyone for decades, so how can he show weakness in front of a younger generation.

"Nonsense!" Bing Xue'er felt anxious, her breath turned again, her two auras were agitated, and her chest was extremely depressed.

"A charming young woman who has been in a drought for a long time, a young and energetic young offspring, haha, a good pair of uncles and sister-in-laws. The old man does not disturb you good deeds, so let’s say goodbye." The man in black is also afraid of Song Qingshu’s martial arts. He wanted to turn around and leave.

"Where to go!" Song Qingshu could not let him leave like this, and didn't know what his background was. In case he went out to talk nonsense, it didn't matter if he had a thick skin. How could Bing Xue'er's reputation not be white? .

Although the man in black turned around, he had been prepared for a long time. Seeing Song Qingshu leaping forward, he hurriedly raised his palm to greet him.

"Hey, the brat really wants to take the old man's life?"

"Only the dead will not talk nonsense everywhere."

"Want to kill the old man? The brat is too overwhelmed."

"If you don't know what you can do, try to find out."

……

The two of you come and go, and quickly dismantled dozens of moves. The people in black saw that Song Qingshu’s moves and certain sect moves that he was familiar with were paradoxical. Shape, the blink of an eye becomes another trick.

After playing for so long, the man in black has never seen Song Qingshu perform a complete move. Each move is to pick up the essence of each school, or change the angle of shot and the degree of virtual power at any time according to the actual situation.

"Is this little thief no longer detained in his moves, reaching the legendary state of returning to nature?" The man in black became more and more frightened, thinking that he would make another two or three hundred moves, wouldn't he be controlled by him? But this little thief is obviously so young, even if he learns martial arts from his mother's womb, it is impossible to have such a realm.

This is because the man in black is limited by the experience of the rivers and lakes, but he doesn't know that Song Qingshu is not a native of the rivers and lakes in this world. Song Qingshu from later generations has read so many martial arts books, the most common people are familiar with the idea of ​​"no move, no move, no sword, no sword". Although they don’t understand this realm, everyone knows that there is such a realm. .

After coming to this world, as the martial arts became more advanced, Song Qingshu confirmed each other with the theories of the previous life, and he deliberately pursued that direction, naturally, he would take a lot less detours than most people in this world.

The biggest feature of the arena in this world is that we cherish ourselves. For example, stealing martial arts is a taboo, and masters will never pass martial arts to disciples.

So the masters who have grown up in this kind of world can only rely on their own exploration, and it is inevitable to make many detours. Thousands of amazing people, in the end, are often only so few that can vaguely realize that state after old age.

After these dozens of moves, Song Qingshu also secretly admired the black-clothed man's martial arts cultivation level, which is rare in his life. The super master who filters the world of the golden book in his mind suddenly thought that his moves were often led by him to deviate from the direction just now. Blurted out: "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, are you Murong Bo?"

Being called by Song Qingshu to break his identity, the black-clothed man's eyes flashed sharply, staring at the opponent fiercely. His fake death was one of the Murong family's greatest secrets. In order to keep it from the people of the world, even his own son Murong Fu did not know it. If it were not for Song Qingshu's martial arts, he would have rushed forward and killed the two.

"Your Excellency is young, and his knowledge is not shallow." Murong Bo was called by him to break his identity, and no longer quibble, he untied his masked headgear. As such a master, naturally there is the pride of the so-called master.

Looking at Murong Bo's white temples, his face looked windy and frosty. Song Qingshu sighed with emotion, the most notorious villain among the Eight Dragons, although martial arts is high, but the so-called conspiracy and tricks are really unremarkable. After decades of hard work, it was nothing more than a trivial mess, and the great cause of rejuvenation was not effective at all.

It's not comparable to Cheng Kun in the Legend of the Dragon Slaying the Dragon. Among the enemy Mingjiao, there are quite a few martial arts and his peers, not to mention the Yang Dingtian and others whose martial arts are much higher than him. But that's it, he still used his own ingenuity to forcefully make Mingjiao this behemoth almost wiped out, and finally only lost to the protagonist Halo, not a crime of war.

"Let the son be kind to me in the past, I will not embarrass his father. As long as you promise not to go out and talk nonsense, what's your intention?" Song Qingshu understood very well in his heart, with Murong Bo's skill , I want to take his life, I am afraid it will not happen for a while, and will pay the price of serious injury, and I have to save Bing Xueer, so how can energy be wasted on him.

"Your Excellency is so young that his martial arts has reached such a realm. The old man really admires him," Murong Bo's expression darkened, and he hoped that Fu'er had his skills, father and son joined forces, where would the world go? No? I don’t need to be so incognito, "But your Excellency really thinks that the old man is afraid of you?"

Murong Bo, as a martial arts senior, was seen by a younger generation for his son’s face, so he was allowed to make a living. His face was not reliable, not to mention that he had a box-pressing skill that was useless and didn’t think he would really lose. other side.

"Murong Family's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Zhi Zhi ~ IndoMTL.com~ Song Mou has heard of the name for a long time, but the time and location are not right at this time, so I will learn more later," Seeing Murong Bo's face hesitating, Song Qingshu continued. "The old man has big ambitions, do you really want to fight with me casually?"

Murongbo was shocked. He has always inspired himself with the early deeds of the emperor of the Han Dynasty Liu Bang and the emperor of the Tang Dynasty Li Yuan. In order to rejuvenate the country of Yan, he would not hesitate to endure even the insults under the crotch, not to mention this kind of small thing.

"The boy said it well, well, the old man promises you that I will not say anything about today, and there will be a period of time later." Murong Bo said with a fist, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

For a long time, he has been secretly protecting Murong Fu, but because of some delays on the road today, he has only arrived now. Judging from the news he received, that Murong Jingyue's martial arts was far above Murong Fu, worried about what might happen to him, and hurriedly pursued it.

Seeing Murongbo leaving, Song Qingshu quickly came to Bing Xue'er. Seeing that she was already in a semi-comatose state, he quickly lost a piece of true qi into her body, and asked anxiously: "Sister-in-law, how are you?" /

Bing Xueer slowly opened her eyes: "It turned out to be Uncle, I feel so sleepy, I really want to sleep."