Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

The stone statue at the entrance of the inn was manipulated through the air by a huge suction force.

Under the control of Xu Xingchen's "Dragon Capturing Technique" with both hands, he quickly faced the three transparent finger energy shot by Jiumozhi.

"collapse--!"

In an instant, a stone statue collided with three transparent fingers measuring several feet in the air, and a crashing sound exploded like thunder, shaking the entire inn.

"laugh--!"

A blazing sword energy as red as blood shot out after the energy dispersed. It was Jiumozhi's unique skill "Flaming Knife".

"not good!"

By the time Xu Xingchen reacted, it was already too late to respond.

"Roar--!"

At this critical moment, a dragon roar suddenly sounded.

A dragon-shaped energy quickly flew over from behind Xu Xingchen and met the "Flame Knife" sword energy that was as red as blood.

"Boom!!"

Two majestic forces collided in the air, and a violent roar was heard, sounding like thunder, causing strong winds and howling in the inn.

"Who!!"

Jiumozhi saw someone interfering and said sharply.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

"Is there a sound of dragon roaring?"

At this time, when he was wondering why the martial arts had the sound of dragon roar, the pupils in Xu Xingchen's eyes suddenly shrank.

"[Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms]!!"

"Haha! How come you, a monk who has lived so long, are here bullying a kid who is less than twenty years old!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Xingchen turned around and looked over.

I saw a man with a rectangular face, a slight beard under his chin, thick hands and big feet, and a large vermilion gourd on his back. The clothes on his body were patched here and there, but they were clean and clean. The beggar appeared in front of Xu Xingchen.

"Amitabha!"

"I wonder who this donor is?"

A soft voice sounded, and Jiumozhi asked the middle-aged beggar next to Xu Xingchen with his hands clasped together.

Jiumozhi, who was the Dharma King of Tubo, still had some self-cultivation. Besides, the middle-aged beggar who came here was able to receive his "Flame Knife" sword energy, and he was secretly on guard.

"The number of people who can use the [Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms] in today's world can be counted on one hand!"

Xu Xingchen looked at the middle-aged beggar and began to judge his identity.

"Master, it seems that I am not from the Central Plains?"

The middle-aged beggar who came over looked at Jiumozhi's clothes and it seemed that he was not from China, so he asked aloud.

"Old senior! He is the Tubo Imperial Master, and he calls himself the Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi."

Xu Xingchen said to the middle-aged beggar.

"Tubo Imperial Preceptor?"

"What are you doing here at Dasong?"

The middle-aged beggar heard the sound and looked at Jiumozhi in front of him in confusion.

At this time, Jiumozhi was also looking up and down at the middle-aged beggar in front of him. When he saw that he only had four fingers on his right hand, and one index finger was missing, he was shocked.

He suddenly thought of a character in the Central Plains arena today, who looked exactly like him, and he immediately smiled.

"It turns out that it's [Bei Beggar] who has come to visit. The young monk couldn't welcome him from far away. I hope Qi Gong can forgive me."

Xu Xingchen saw from the side that no matter what happened to Jiumozhi in the future, he always maintained politeness, and he secretly felt sorry for him in his heart.

With his thick skin, if he lived in modern times, it would be a pity not to engage in MLM.

"Wait! What did Jiumozhi just say?"

"[Bei Beggar] Dazhao is here, that old man is Hong Qigong!"

Xu Xingchen was surprised when he heard the sound.

"Little doll, hurry up and save your three companions. Two of the monk's men have quietly left the inn to hunt them down."

Hong Qigong whispered to Xu Xingchen.

"what!!"

Xu Xingchen, who heard the sound, did not expect that Jiumozhi and his two men would quietly leave the inn to hunt down Yin Li, Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan.

"Little baby, go quickly, this Tubo monk is always begging for flowers to help you block it!"

Hong Qigong continued.

"Thank you, Senior Hong, for saving your life. I will go first."

After Xu Xingchen saluted Hong Qigong in front of him, he used his [Divine Movement] Qing Gong and left quickly.

"Go there!"

Seeing that Hong Qigong realized that he was deliberately stalling for time, Jiumozhi's eyes turned cold, and he instantly put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and used the [Maha Finger] to point at the three points behind Xu Xingchen's back.

"Chi...chi...chi!"

These three spiritual points are exactly the Shaolin's [Maha Finger] stunt [Three Entrances into Hell].

Hong Qigong looked at Xu Xingchen's back with his sharp fingers and a sound that broke through the air. He was so angry that he stretched out his palms, one palm up and one down. The upper one went down and the lower one went up. The palms were clapped together.

"Roar--!"

A dragon roar suddenly sounded.

Six lines of dragon-shaped energy flew out from Hong Qigong's palms.

This move is exactly the [Six Dragons of Time] in the [Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms]. There are vaguely six golden dragons flying towards Jiumozhi's three [Maha Fingers] with the force of the palm.

“Boom… boom!”

These six golden dragons collided with the palm force and the finger force of the [Maha Finger]. The golden dragons and the finger force connected, and a thunderous sound instantly sounded. The sound was deafening.

"Great monk! The old beggar wants to learn from you some of your Tubo skills!"

the other side

Xu Xingchen, who was using [Divine Movement] at his feet, was looking for Yin Li and the three of them.

"Whoa, whoa..."

At this moment, Xu Xingchen suddenly heard a voice not far away.

"Ok?"

Xu Xingchen, who heard the sound, quickly moved towards the direction from which the sound came.

Xu Xingchen vaguely saw a disheveled woman in the corner, holding her knees with her hands, her face full of tears, but her beautiful face could not be concealed.

"Miss Wang!"

Xu Xingchen recognized this messy-dressed woman as Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan raised her head when she heard the sound and stared at Xu Xingchen quietly, her eyes as clear as autumn water, flashing with tears.

"Master Xu!"

The moment she saw Xu Xingchen, Wang Yuyan stood up in surprise.

"oops!"

But as Wang Yuyan stood up, her feet suddenly slipped and her body fell forward uncontrollably.

"I lost it!"

Fortunately, Xu Xingchen had quick eyes and quick hands and hugged Wang Yuyan. The moment he made contact, Xu Xingchen was stunned for a moment.

It is as warm and moist as jade, with a soft and pleasant fragrance.

"Bah!"

Because of the suddenness, Wang Yuyan bumped into Xu Xingchen's arms and let out a sweet sound.

Wang Yuyan was immediately ashamed, and a blush appeared on her pink face. She didn't know whether it was due to shyness or other reasons!

However, Xu Xingchen didn't hold her for long, and helped Wang Yuyan sit down on the wooden box next to her.

"How are you? Are you hurt?"

Xu Xingchen asked softly.

At this time, Wang Yuyan's pretty face was covered with a slight blush. Her stunningly beautiful face was rosy and delicate. It was like the most perfect work of art in the world, and people couldn't help but want to treasure it.

Zhizhiwuwu was speechless. She was so shy that she almost forgot where she was. Her whole heart was in chaos, her expression was panicked, and her heart was beating wildly.

Her originally clear eyes were tinged with moisture, revealing her shyness, and that touch of amorous feelings was simply better than any other in the world.

"Xu...Mr. Xu, I'm fine, I just twisted my foot!"

At this time, because she was too shy, Wang Yuyan did not dare to look at Xu Xingchen, so she tilted her head slightly and said softly.

"I twisted my foot, let me take a look!"

"Master Xu doesn't..."

Before Wang Yuyan finished speaking, Xu Xingchen had already squatted down and opened Wang Yuyan's purple and pink silk cloth, and saw her little feet wearing white shoes.

"Looks like I hurt my foot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Xingchen untied the small white shoes worn by Wang Yuyan, revealing her soft little feet.

"It's turned purple and swollen. It seems like my foot was seriously injured this time!"

"Miss Wang, it's going to hurt a little bit, just bear with it, it'll be fine soon!"

Xu Xingchen said.

Hearing that it hurt, Wang Yuyan frowned tightly, as if she was preparing to go to the execution ground.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen shook his head slightly. He originally wanted to use modern methods to treat Wang Yuyan's injured foot, but when he saw Wang Yuyan's expression as if she was about to go to the execution ground, Xu Xingchen knew that modern methods would not work.

Then, Xu Xingchen gently grabbed Wang Yuyan's injured little foot and stroked it gently, feeling the shrinkage.

At this time, Wang Yuyan's pretty face was already flushed, her pink feet fell into Xu Xingchen's hands, she felt a slight electric numbness, and couldn't help but feel panicked.

I don’t know what to think, how could I feel this way? It shouldn’t, it shouldn’t.

At this time, Xu Xingchen ignored one thing. In ancient times, a girl's small feet could not be seen by men other than her husband.

But at this time, Xu Xingchen didn't notice this at all, because at this time, Xu Xingchen's mind condensed, and the "Purple Cloud Magic Art" in his body began to operate, and a purple mist slowly covered his face.

The inner energy of Zixia, as soft as clouds, was continuously mixed into Wang Yuyan's skin from Xu Xingchen's hand, and she quickly found the sprained area.

Zixia's internal energy is extremely gentle and has special curative effects. It constantly cleans the injured area. The pure Zixia internal energy is continuously healing under the operation of Xu Xingchen. The sprained ligaments are also recovering quickly, and he is focused.

Wang Yuyan was originally soothed by the warmth and softness coming from her feet, but when she saw Xu Xingchen's concentrated look in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart. She seemed to be trembling by his concentrated appearance at this moment.

After a while

Xu Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief. After he stopped running his "Purple Cloud Magic Skill" and made sure nothing happened, he slowly helped Wang Yuyan put on her Xiaobai shoes before looking up at Wang Yuyan. She couldn't help but be startled.

Their eyes met, and suddenly invisible sparks were surging. Wang Yuyan, who was the first to recover from the strangeness, her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she lowered her head and did not dare to look at Xu Xingchen again.

"Miss Wang, how about you stand up slowly and take a walk?"

Xu Xingchen stood up and whispered to Wang Yuyan.

"it is good!"

Wang Yuyan supported the wooden box with her hands and placed her feet lightly on the ground. She didn't dare to exert any force and stood up slowly. She just tried to take a step and found that her feet no longer hurt.