The Young Lord of the Demon Sect of Jiuyou Sect

Chapter 177 Seniors
As soon as he got up and was about to carry Huang Cai'er on his back, he suddenly saw a small stone house not far away.In front of the stone house, there was an old man in ragged clothes with gray hair and beard looking over strangely.

Yan Wuxin almost thought he was dazzled.Rubbing his eyes, he took a few steps closer and found that he was not mistaken. He was indeed an old man with gray hair.The old man had long hair that reached past his shoulders, and a long beard that hung down to his chest. He was casually scattered, and he hadn't looked at him for an unknown amount of time.However, the old man is not too old. There are a few deep wrinkles on his forehead, but few wrinkles on his face. His complexion is dark and he has a square face. He looks like he is around fifty.

Yan Wuxin looked at the old man, who was also looking at them strangely. Yan Wuxin saw that the old man had an unremarkable appearance and was unkempt, so it was hard for Yan Wuxin to believe that he was an outsider.But as soon as he saw the old man, he knew that this man must be the old beggar Zhang boldly said gave him the secret. It would be difficult to find another person like him in this deep mountain.

Yan Wuxin quickly picked up Huang Cai'er, walked quickly to the old beggar's side, plopped on his knees, and said, "Senior, help me."

The old beggar was originally sizing up Yan Wuxin, but when he saw Yan Wuxin, he suddenly knelt down and begged him. He looked strange and stayed for a long time before saying, "What are you doing?"

"My friend was murdered by a traitor. I met my senior's house on the way. I begged my senior to help me." Yan Wuxin thought, begging for help, he should say something pitiful to move people, but when he mentioned Huang Cai'er, he felt a feeling in his heart. I was so sad that I burst into tears.

The old beggar glanced at Yan Wuxin, stretched out his hand to feel Huang Cai'er's pulse, and couldn't help but let out a sigh and asked, "Who are you, and who are your friends? Who did you meet?"

Yan Wuxin thought, the old beggar really asked, if he made it clear, he is the young master of Jiuyou Sect.He was afraid that the old beggar would not only deal with himself, but might not save Huang Cai'er, so he said: "We are disciples from a famous family in the Central Plains, and I am a disciple of Shaolin. I met some bad guys on my way and beat my friend seriously."

The old beggar looked strange, as if he was very strange to Yan Wuxin's words, looked Yan Wuxin up and down, and said after a long while: "Are you really a Shaolin disciple? That’s it, why are there still disciples going down the mountain and encountering danger?”

Yan Wuxin knelt on the ground and said: "This junior is a Shaolin disciple, and this friend of mine is the daughter of Huang Hensheng, the Four Heroes of the Central Plains. If senior is willing to help, Uncle Huang will be grateful to him in the future."

Yan Wuxin guessed that if this old beggar is really a senior expert, he might be able to test Huang Caier's internal strength with just one touch. Ordinary experts can't do it, but extreme experts can easily do it. This is not true. The experience gained from laughing days.

As for Yan Wuxin's promise to thank Huang Hensheng on behalf of Huang Hensheng, Yan Wuxin certainly didn't know Huang Hensheng, but he thought it was appropriate for him to thank her for saving his daughter, so he agreed on his behalf first.

The old beggar looked indifferent, not surprised at all, and said: "She is one of the Central Plains Four Heroes, the daughter of Huang Daxia Huang Hensheng."

"Yes, exactly."

"Then your surname is Qiu?"

Yan Wuxin was startled, wondering why the old beggar would ask such a question.It suddenly occurred to me that the old beggar asked if he was Qiu Daiwang. Qiu Daiwang and Huang Caier went to the rivers and lakes together and had a close relationship. Could it be that this old beggar also knows? Although this old beggar lives in seclusion, he probably knows a lot about the Central Plains martial arts , I am not good at Qiu family martial arts, it is not easy to lie to him too much, I shook my head and said: "I am not."

The beggar took a step forward and said, "Are you serious?"

Yan Wuxin shook his head and said: "No, although this junior is not, he is still a disciple of Shaolin. He is a decent sect in the Central Plains. I hope that senior will see that he is in the same line of martial arts and help him."

The beggar looked at Yan Wuxin strangely, and suddenly said angrily: "Famous family is upright, is a famous family decent enough?"

Yan Wuxin didn't know why the old beggar suddenly became angry, and he didn't know what to say.

The beggar stared at Yan Wuxin up and down again, and said: "You are really a Shaolin disciple."

Yan Wuxin thought, why does this old beggar keep asking? Could it be that he has seen through something? No matter what, he has always recognized that he is a Shaolin disciple. If he wants to challenge him, he will use a few authentic Shaolin martial arts to give him He looked at it, nodded and said, "This junior is a Shaolin disciple."

The old beggar stretched out his hand and nodded towards Yan Wuxin's shoulder, Yan Wuxin's confidence froze, the old beggar's martial arts were peculiar, just for this, he seemed to tap the Jianjing acupoint on his shoulder, but with a slight lift of his fingers, he had already touched the spot on his head and neck. The acupoints are all covered, and none of the techniques I know are the same as it.Yan Wuxin knew that this old beggar was trying his own martial arts, as long as he found out that he was not a Shaolin disciple, Huang Caier would be hopeless.

Yan Wuxin was afraid that the old beggar would find out, so he didn't dare to use his internal strength. He put his right hand under his left shoulder and grabbed it upwards. .

"Dragon Claw Technique."

Sure enough, the old beggar saw what was going on, and shouted, he turned his backhand down, clenched his fist, and hit Yan Wuxin in the chest.This punch did not come quickly, as if it was only for demonstration and did not intend to hurt anyone.Yan Wuxin made a backhanded palm, blocking the old beggar's fist.The old beggar closed his fist again.

"Hunyuan Yiqigong, and this Hunyuan Yiqigong is an eminent Shaolin monk, not many know it. The kid is indeed a Shaolin disciple, and he has a lot of background."

Yan Wuxin thought, just by using a false palm, he could tell that the palm he was using was Hunyuan Yiqigong. This senior expert is really amazing, and he was even more happy. It seemed that Huang Caier was saved now.

The old beggar grabbed Yan Wuxin's mouth, using the trick that Yan Wuxin did just now, and it was not bad at all, Yan Wuxin was startled, could this old beggar also be a member of Shaolin Temple? That's great, if he is a member of Shaolin, I will definitely look at the "friendship of the same family" to help.Yan Wuxin flipped his hand and punched the old beggar's claws.

The old beggar suddenly stopped his hand and looked at Yan Wuxin with a strange expression.

It's too bad to speak without confidence. This is a small martial arts boxing method learned from the misunderstood monk. People in the Central Plains have seen small martial arts, and not many people know its origin.But if this person is a member of the Shaolin sect, it is very likely that he will know this skill and know the details of the dishonest monk. The dishonest monk is a Shaolin traitor, and he is a disciple of the dishonest monk. This person will definitely not save Huang Caier at all. Yes, that would be bad.

"It doesn't look like a Shaolin disciple,"

Yan Wuxin jumped up and down, thinking that he had seen through it, forced a smile and said: "The junior is a Shaolin disciple, who would dare to impersonate such a thing?"

The old beggar rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at Yan Wuxin's head, and said, "All monks in Shaolin Temple are bald. You said you are a Shaolin disciple, but why are you not bald? It's obviously a lie. "

(End of this chapter)