Chapter 117

While the night is still.

The wooden boat is long, if it goes with the current.

On the boat, there is a figure sitting in the bow.

He is dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes with a hat on his head.

On the ship, Zhu Ling looked sideways. He saw the wooden boat. In his angry eyes, he flashed a touch of subtle light.

"You are the master Zhenjiang who killed my apprentice?"

Zhuling makes a sound slowly, spreading over the Cangjiang river.

The man on board was covered with a hat. He could not see his face clearly. He looked up faintly as if he was looking at Zhu Ling.

"Nanyue, zhurong peak, I wish Qiqiao created a vein of zhurong in Nanyue."

"Zhu rongzhenli was once famous in China. He went north and South alone, and lost all his pride."

On the wooden boat, an old voice came out slowly, which made Zhu Ling's face slightly changed.

The master of Zhenjiang has always been said to be young, but the voice on the wooden boat is a little old.

Most importantly, Zhu Qiqiao, one of these people, was his deceased master. Moreover, he died more than 30 years ago.

"Good courage!"

There was a chill in Zhu Ling's eyes. In his face, he was calling out the name of his deceased master.

It's contempt?!

With Zhu Ling's anger, his body was suddenly stagnated by the flow of air. In a moment, when he stepped on the foot of Zhu Ling, he rose like a swan and fell on the river.

Six feet of the body, fell on the river, also did not let the river sink half a minute, if nothing.

Just this scene, I don't know how many martial arts strongmen are shocked.

It's so mysterious that you don't sink into the water.

"Whether you are master Zhenjiang or not, since you are here, how can Zhuling accommodate you?"

Zhu Ling made a cold voice in his mouth. He ran quickly over the river and went to the wooden boat. Crossing the river was like walking on the ground.

Twenty meters away from the wooden boat, Zhu Ling sprang up. On his palm, there was red Qi burning like a flame. When one photo was taken, there was a seal like a flame.

The Cangjiang river is vast, with a width of nearly 1000 meters. With the bleak night wind, their voices are not big. That is to say, the master's voice is only vague.

However, Zhu Ling's clapping of this palm made the powerful martial arts on both sides of the Strait shocked.

"It's true that he is the great master of Zhuling."

"With this palm alone, the rock can be easily destroyed into vermicelli powder?"

"Is the man on the wooden boat the young master of Zhenjiang?"

They held their breath and looked at it without any distraction, for fear of missing a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

I saw the red Qi coming towards the wooden boat. The man with the hat didn't care.

He just bent his finger to explore. He didn't see the vigorous Qi or the real Qi. He only broke the air with a sound. The real Qi in his palm broke and dissipated on the Cangjiang river.

Looking at it, Zhu Ling seemed to be surprised. "There are some skills, but with this skill, you think you can compete with me!"

He seemed to be in the air, and his figure never fell in the air more than ten meters high.

Zhu Ling's hands rose slowly, like drawing a circle in heaven and earth, and there was real Qi overflowing from his hands, like embracing heaven and earth. With his hands moving up and down in front of his chest, the flame of real Qi would condense into a ball and appear in the palms of his hands.

Nanyue zhurong a pulse, embrace the sun!

As soon as Zhu Ling's face was shocked, when he fell down, the fire came to the wooden boat like a meteor.

The temperature of the fire of true Qi has exceeded that of ordinary flame. Let alone ordinary people, it is the vigorous Qi of the master. Under the fire of true Qi, it will be easily burned out.

The force of falling is even more amazing. It's not weaker than the huge stone. It hasn't fallen yet, but the wind pressure makes the river around the wooden boat sink faintly. We can see the force of this blow.

People on the wooden boat, at this moment, finally slowly lift their eyes.

Under the hat, there was a faint smile and a slightly wrinkled old face.

But in those eyes, there was no half dim yellow, on the contrary, it was as bright as the moon in the river.

"Seven skillful moves, but there is a Jiazi not seen."

"It's a pity that it's you, even if I wish Qiqiao to show his Yang. In my eyes, it's also vulnerable."

The old man's palm fell on his side. Beside him, there was a Tang Dao.

This Tang Dao is dark blue in color. At the end of the handle, there is a red rope and jade hanging.

Jade has two sides, each with a word, one for the south, one for an.

The old man looked at the frightening real Qi fire, held the scabbard in his hand, and put his thumb on the handle.

Bang!

Then there was a knife coming out of its sheath an inch, and there was no movement of the old man. In a flash, the real Qi fire in the air was divided into two.

Like by cavitation into two, missed the wooden boat, left and right into the river.

Bang bang!

Around the wooden boat, the river suddenly burst, and the river water turned into a thick white fog, which covered the wooden boat and the people on board.Zhu Ling had just fallen on the river. When he saw that his martial arts were easily broken, he was shocked.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhu Ling can't help but ask aloud, the person in front of him is at least the great master of true Qi.

Moreover, his face is so old that he is not the master of Zhenjiang.

Although he had never seen Chen Yi's appearance when he came out of Nanyue, many people had seen him at the martial arts and Taoism exchange meeting.

How can the old man be called a little young?

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, you know who you are going to challenge?"

In the vast white fog, there was a faint voice.

I saw a wooden boat floating out of the fog and moving along the river.

"Zhu Ling, in memory of your master's wish for Qiqiao's face, I advise you to go where you come from."

"There are some people in this world that you can't afford to offend."

"Qiqiao had a bitter life in those years, and had no great achievements in his whole life. In the end of the rest of his life, he just put his hope on later generations, hoping that later generations can carry forward his inheritance and enter the realm of martial arts and golden elixir."

"If you prove what he has learned, you can become a land God!"

On the wooden boat, the old man spoke slowly.

No matter who the old man was, his master had been dead for decades.

The old man has seven tricks at a time. In his mouth, his dead Master is more like a junior.

You know, his master also lived 146 years old. He has lived a long life in the world. Besides Lin yuncang, the owner of the sixth mountain, who else is qualified to call his master like this?

"Shut up

"How can you talk about my master?"

Zhu Ling was infuriated. He suddenly drank, "I don't care who you are, but my apprentice was killed. I'll go out of the mountain to take revenge. It's natural for me to pay for blood."

"If you stop me, I will regard you as the enemy and eliminate you at the same time!"

Zhu Ling's body was shocked suddenly. In an instant, his skin showed a kind of light red, which was the phenomenon of Qi running to the extreme.

Zhu Ling's body was also affected by the wind, and he suddenly stepped out.

At the foot, the river is sinking, and the waves are surging. It is more than ten meters high.

Zhu Ling's hands turned into palms, and even produced dozens of palms, each of which was full of real Qi.

The martial arts of Nanyue are dazzling!

With the approaching of the fire of true Qi, the temperature on the surface of the river suddenly increased.

Even the river is boiling, as if by this move

You can burn the river and cook the sea!