Chapter 739

The high forbidden forest has never been so excited as it is today. Since he left the sect and joined Dali temple, he has not been put in high position. Although his salary is not low, Jianghu people join the Yamen. Who cares about the heavy bag of silver every month? He has always wanted to stand out and shine on his family. With his cultivation, he can start a sect in the Jianghu. Although he will not have a very famous reputation, at least he can be famous in a county or even a county.

However, he always believed that to really shine on the lintel, we should still take the road of the public gate. Even if we become a generation of masters, can we compare our status with the addition of three grade crimson official robes?

Therefore, in Dali Temple these years, he has been very oppressed. He always feels that he has no place to show his skills. In the past, when he was invited to Chang'an City by people from Dali temple, he was full of pride, which was the satisfaction of a half life wish finally realized, and a vision of infinite beauty in the future.

But after entering the officialdom, he knew that Dali temple was only a second-class Yamen in Chang'an city. Because at that time, there was a great inner bodyguard at the height of the sun, and Dali temple was like a decoration. To put it bluntly, the reason why he can enter Dali temple is that Dali temple can ask the imperial court for more silver in the name of attracting a Wulin hero.

Therefore, he always had the illusion that he was a little daughter-in-law who had been raped by mountain bandits, but in order to covet his official dress, he was killed and left behind.

Heaven is worthy of a man who has a heart. Just when he still adheres to his ideal, the turning point of life has finally come. The bodyguard Office of the University was banned, and the Royal School, which had just raised its status, gradually declined with Su Buwei's death. Then, the mysterious armored general took control of the government and raised the status of Dali temple again.

Today, on his way to Dali temple, Mu Chen told him that if it was done well, he would be promoted to be the Shaoqing of Dali temple.

So he couldn't help it any more after seeing that the two arrogant guys of the Ministry of punishment were easily killed.

The high forbidden forest took a step forward, and the two sleeves swelled like sails full of wind. He hasn't given up his practice for so many years. Even he is afraid of this move.

He strode along, each step stepping out a deep footprint on the ground. You know, the official road in the Sui Dynasty was very solid. Even under the rainstorm, there were few potholes.

He's got a hole in his foot, which shows the power of his inner strength. He took the road of iron cloth shirt. The big wave sand removal sounds like a move with full attack power, but it is actually a very strong defense. Like big waves and sand, exclude all attacks. The high forbidden forest knows who the old guy driving the car is. He was famous in the Jianghu decades ago and was known as the master Yanqing.

It is said that this man's concealed weapon technique has reached the point of perfection, but Gao forbidden forest insists that the person who uses concealed weapons can't achieve much in his life, because it's a path.

Yan Qing is right. He doesn't remember how long he hasn't had a fight.

He frowned slightly when he saw the guy with bulging clothes coming step by step like the top of Mount Tai. With the iron cloth shirt Kung Fu of the high forbidden forest and powerful internal strength, it seems difficult to break the concealed weapons.

The high forbidden forest was also a little proud, because he could see that the master Yanqing didn't know how to start.

Then he saw Yan Qing pointing at him.

The sound of Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang. However, these concealed weapons could not break his defense at all. So he took a bigger step forward, and every step was like a rainbow.

Mu Chen looked at Baohe with a little pride. In his eyes, he meant that the people in your punishment department were far worse than those in our Dali temple. The Pei brothers, known as the double greatest of the Ministry of punishment, were abandoned by others face to face. They didn't even see where their concealed weapons came from.

As a result, Baohe's face looked even worse.

An anger began to burn in his heart, so he strode forward.

With a snap, a concealed weapon was bounced off by Baohe's right index finger, which was as indestructible as metal.

Yan Qing frowned deeper, as if thinking.

Then he pointed to the sky and made a crisp sound. A concealed weapon hit the top of the high forbidden forest, but it was meaningless. After hitting the top of the high forbidden forest, it was bounced out. The next second, the high forbidden forest closed its eyes, and the eyelids of both eyes clamped two concealed weapons as thin as silver needles at the same time.

"Ha ha!"

He opened his eyes and laughed, and the two needles fell down.

At that moment, his face changed slightly, and he burst into laughter. His mouth immediately closed with a slight click. He actually bit a concealed weapon with his teeth. If he hadn't reacted fast enough, the concealed weapon would have been in his mouth. No matter how strong the iron cloth shirt is, no one can practice it on his tongue.

"Spit!"

The high forbidden forest spat out the concealed weapon and said four words: "but... Ah!"

The last word emphasizes the sudden rise, which makes people shudder.

He certainly couldn't see it. A concealed weapon somehow got around behind him and got into his fart - eyes accurately. I have to say that the iron cloth shirt can't practice on the tongue or fart - eyes. For a moment, Gao Jinlin realized that Yanqing's concealed weapons were all feints, just to make him proud and careless. He thought he was careless. The one Yanqing hit him in the mouth was the key point after the feint cover up. Who the hell knows that the blow in the fart eye is the key point?

Because of the pain, his internal strength immediately dissipated. The next second, his left eye was pierced by a concealed weapon. The concealed weapon didn't fly out of the back of his head, but it broke his brain. This concealed weapon is an iron ball full of spikes. It spins into his eyes and kills him in an instant.

In the carriage, the white eyed young woman could not help but curl her mouth and said in a low voice. This move should make the backyard blossom.

Thinking that the high forbidden forest suddenly died, the treasure crane who had stridden forward couldn't help pausing. His finger flicking Kung Fu is unique in the Jianghu. There are few concealed weapons that can't fly. But today, he saw the extreme of concealed weapons. He can even use the means of farting eye. It can be seen that the professors of the martial arts academy are not so authentic.

So he hesitated for a while and decided not to hide any more.

He raised the middle finger of his right hand like an Optimus Prime.

……

……

This is the biggest stick anyone has ever seen.

A round and solid Optimus pillar cast in bronze.

With the roaring wind, Baohe's middle finger fell down and went straight to Yanqing's head. There is no doubt about the defense of the iron cloth shirt, but it was broken by Yanqing's concealed weapon. So Baohe suddenly understood that a strong defense is not as good as a strong attack.

He hasn't used this finger like this for a long time.

Since he was promoted to the Ministry of punishment, he rarely started with people, so few people know that the key of his finger flicking magic skill is not the word, but the word.

This finger became a fixed sea god needle.

Yanqing felt the horror of this finger, so she immediately raised her left hand to meet it. Many Jianghu people decades ago knew that Yanqing's left hand concealed weapon was unparalleled in the world, so many people said that his cultivation was all in his left hand and his internal strength was all in his left hand. As long as Yanqing's left hand can't be used, the holy hand will be meaningless.

This staff is too strong, so Yanqing can only guard against it.

With a bang, Yan Qing, who caught the stick in her left hand, was half short immediately. All the lower parts of her waist were smashed and inlaid into the solid official road. The dust rose violently, and the young horse next to her screamed and was about to escape. A beautiful hand stretched out from the carriage grabbed the shaking reins properly. No matter how the horse pedaled and stepped, it couldn't get out.

"How's it going?"

Asked the white eyed young woman holding the reins.

"Very good"

Yan Qing answered, but his left arm was shaking.

"Your strongest is your left hand!"

Baohe couldn't help laughing: "tell you a secret... My strongest hand is also my left hand."

Then he raised his left hand and extended his middle finger.

Another huge and solid stick of Qi strength appeared, which was more domineering and awe inspiring than the stick on the middle finger of his right hand. When the stick was smashed down, the air wave had blown all the dust on the road, and the carriages were groaning under heavy load. Yanqing had to raise his right hand and catch the stick.

Boom!

His body sank down a lot. At this time, he was in the soil below his neck.

But the stick can't move forward any more.

Baohe found himself a little silly. He has always used the middle finger of his right hand to resist the enemy, so people in the Ministry of punishment know that Lord Tixing's finger flicking skill is in his right hand. Only he knows that his left hand has stronger finger strength. But he ignored what he had been hiding, and maybe others were hiding it in this way.

For example, Yan Qing, the holy hand who has fallen into the ground opposite, obviously, the old guy's right hand is far stronger than his left hand, holding the stick and motionless.

"I know how difficult it is to practice a dexterous hand to send concealed weapons. It's even more difficult to practice a pair of hands, especially to the point where you are..."

The treasure crane's mouth went up and looked a little happy: "but even the most flexible hands, there are only two. Even if both hands can receive and send concealed weapons, there are only two. You can't have a third hand to shoot a concealed weapon to kill me?"

"But I still have eight fingers to use."

After saying this, he suddenly felt some pain in his lower body, that is, the egg that was kicked by someone. He subconsciously looked down and found that his crotch was already red. A concealed weapon did not know when it stabbed his baby and cut it directly. The blood flowed out like a diabetes insipidus. Soon his pants were red and wet with blood.

Then, he suddenly gave out a howl that was more miserable than when the high forbidden forest died. Across his clothes, he could see a line of wavy things moving rapidly up from his lower body, through his lower abdomen, stomach and chest, and then drilled out of his shoulder. It's a sharp concealed weapon, like a nail, but it has obvious threads.

"Idiot..."

Yan Qing jumped up from the deep pit, shook the soil on her body and said, "who told you that I can only use my hands to receive concealed weapons? Just because my nickname was the holy hand? That's because few people can let me use concealed weapons from other places..."

His nose moved, and there was a blood hole in Baohe's heart.

His ears moved, and there was a blood line on the throat of the treasure crane.

"More than me..."

Yan Qing shook her head and sighed, "unless you are older than Mao... People always have serious hair loss."

The reason why he said this is because the treasure crane's hair is really thick. Whether it's eyebrows or beard, even the thing that was cut and dropped on the ground is connected with a large pinch of hair. It can be seen that the old man is still very realistic and does not avoid his shortcomings.

Just after he said these words, the young scholar who had been reading with his head down in the carriage asked quietly and seriously, "is it above or below? It's hard to cure the top, and it's... not necessary to cure the bottom..."