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Chapter 112 Stew yourself in an iron pot(2/2)

"The person I asked about is very deep in my memory, because there is a pungent smell of medicine in the yard every day. Everyone around me knows that this old Taoist was seriously injured."

"good!"

Su Er pulled the corner of his mouth, and when he remembered the twenty taels of silver and jade pendant that he had deceived by the old bastard, he felt a little painful in his heart.

Although Snake King Mountain has a great family and a great career, he doesn't have much money himself.

Twenty taels of silver were enough for him to lit three girls in Zuiyue Tower for four or five days, and he was ruined by this old guy!

"Let's go! Kill this old beast, my second brother asks you to go to Zuiyue Tower for a day of leisure."

Su Er felt murderous intent in his heart, and after gritting his teeth and making promises.

Taking advantage of the night, I gritted my teeth and touched it.

Hu~~ Hu~~

In the small courtyard, An Qisheng slowly lifted his fists and kicked his feet, and his body was only spinning between inches.

His movements were slower than those of the old ladies in Xuanxing and those in the park.

It seemed that he was wearing heavy iron clothes all over his body.

But if someone is by his side, he can hear it. As his movements stretch, his muscles and bones are making "crack" and "crack" sounds.

Not only does the muscles and bones move extremely well, but the physical strength is also consumed a lot.

Huh ~

The night wind blows by, and the fallen leaves dance with the wind.

An Qisheng, who was slowly punching, moved his ears slightly, as if he could hear some noise.

"Isn't this a sleepy pillow?"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he returned to silence.

Continue to punch slowly.

In reality, half a month, plus half a month in dreams, he has initially integrated dozens or hundreds of sets of internal and external boxing routines, and selected the most suitable boxing moves that fit the boy's skills.

When practicing this set of fists, not only can internal force be extracted faster, but it can also be much better for polishing muscles, bones, and skin membranes than the original boy.

"Um?"

Listening to the faint "click" sound from the wind, Su Er waved his hand and leaned in the corner of the wall.

"Second brother?"

A man asked in a low voice.

"Don't talk."

Su Er made a gesture, his body undulating slightly, and he hung onto the low earth wall of the yard like a raccoon.

Carefully poked out his head and looked.

I saw that in the yard, the old Taoist priest was slowly punching, and his bones were ringing while punching.

"This old guy is indeed seriously injured. The soft fist bones are ringing, and it's no point to be alive..."

Su Er sneered in his heart:

"Dare to lie to me, it depends on how you die this time!"

He hung his hand on the wall and gestured with the other hand behind him, asking the other people to go around and surround him from behind.

Then lean on the wall, raise your arms lightly, and aim.

Whoosh ~

With a light sound, the sleeve arrow emitting a faint blue light had already broken through the air and shot towards An Qisheng who seemed to be unaware of it!

"Ouch!"

Before the sleeve arrow reached the body, An Qisheng suddenly screamed and bent down with his back.

"Hurrying? Such a coincidence?"

Su Er was stunned at first, and a trace of doubt flashed through him.

But Yu Guang glanced at the few people he brought had already climbed to the wall, and he dispelled his doubts. He touched his hand on the back and pulled out the dagger.

As soon as he exerted force, he rushed into the yard.

Huh ~

Huh ~

Several figures jumped down from the wall.

Because Su Er slowed down, the people had already rushed out. The red sword light under the red moon was already cutting towards An Qisheng like a storm!

“Good come.”

An Qisheng smiled in his heart, bent his body, avoiding the sword light that was slashing from behind.

As soon as his body shook, his hands, which were embraced by Xuxu, grabbed and pounded behind him.

Lost ~

One move is used to thrust the body.

The loose tendons around An Qisheng's body were tensed up, and the air flow was whistling, as if it was blowing out the air.

The bandit who cut the air with one knife secretly complained in his heart, and the thrust that had a fierce air flow had already hit his chest and abdomen heavily!

Bang!

Like a heavy hammer and a big drum!

With a low and dull sound, the bandit's eyes burst and was beaten away from the ground by huge force.

"Hu" flew out about a foot, hitting heavily on the stone wall, and the muscles and bones shattered.
Chapter completed!
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