I'm the best catcher in martial arts

Gunshots rang out.

Gu Wenqiang trembled in Shen Lian's hand, like a flute, like a harp, like resentment, like admiration, like weeping, like complaining, the first break of the shower, the cold autumn, the most painful parting.

The gun light is like clouds and mist, misty and uncertain, more continuous than the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and more poignant than the autumn wind and rain. No matter how the enemy dodges, the gun light always follows him like a shadow.

The most frightening thing is that the sound of the gunfire is consistent with Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, and it is like the Sanskrit sound calling for life, which can unknowingly lead people into a boundless illusion.

The old man was of noble birth, well-educated, proficient in hundreds of martial arts, and especially good at marksmanship, but he had never seen such a sad and strange move that seemed like a man obsessed with a woman.

How could you, a tall, ruthless, ruthless man like you, use this kind of marksmanship?

Although he was shocked in his heart, he took action without any delay.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang" was crispy for a while, and the two long guns had been confronted dozens of times. The light sounds were crispy, as if the flower of the Yingying language was slippery, it looked like the big beads and the small beads falling into the jade plate.

Suddenly, the silver bottle bursts into water, the cavalry protrudes and the swords and guns roar, and the lingering and sad marksmanship suddenly becomes like the Great Wall, igniting the beacon smoke.

Graceful Qianqi.

The wine cup flies rapidly.

The new sound in the piano is heard in the wind.

A drunken ink crow roosts on the wall at the end of the pen.

The tip of the gun passed through the cold light, and the sound of the gunshot was like a copper pipa and an iron plate, playing overlapping dragons' roars and tigers' roars.

When a master is facing the enemy, he concentrates his attention, and all his senses are fully engaged. He often does not need to look at the enemy, and can only judge the enemy's traces from the sound of the weapon breaking through the air.

The richer the combat experience, the stronger the control over the senses. If there is interference, the corresponding senses can be closed and the other senses can be used to judge the position.

The most common thing is to identify the position by listening to sounds. The top masters can even close their ears and eyes, and rely on their mysterious and mysterious spiritual senses to grasp the changes in essence, energy and spirit.

The old man has been practicing martial arts hard since he was a child. He has been working hard in the cold and heat, and is ambitious. He has gone through hundreds of battles and has extremely rich experience.

Logically speaking, the sound of Shen Lian's gunfire would hardly disturb him, and at worst, his ears would be blocked.

But he just couldn't do it.

Shen Lian's marksmanship neither interferes with vision nor hearing, but directly shocks the enemy's mind.

Just like the famous "wind flag discussion" in Zen Buddhism, neither the wind nor the flags move, but the heart of a benevolent person moves the ear.

After only two moves in the battle, the old man couldn't help but fall into Shen Lian's rhythm, and the obsession hidden deep in his heart filled his mind unconsciously.

He saw the galloping of thousands of troops, the bloody battle, the humiliating defeat, the comeback, and the destruction after glory.

One second, flowers cover the willows, phoenix towers and dragon pavilions. In front of you are three-autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus. The next second, the river is deserted, the remaining light shines on the building, and the heroic road turns to dust.

"laugh!"

Gu Wen's spear was swung in the air, and the spear in the old man's hand was opened by a blow. The tiger's mouth was shattered and blood flowed across it. There were also wounds on his chest, with blood flowing down.

"Good marksmanship, good marksmanship, good marksmanship!"

Although the old man was hurt, he kept praising him without any fear and was still full of confidence.

The injuries on his body were only flesh wounds, and the slight pain was just enough to get him out of the illusion. With a grab of his right hand, the spear rose up and stabbed into Shen Lian's lower abdomen.

"Shen Lian, I admit that I underestimated you just now. Now you are qualified to know my name. My name is

——Yan Longyuan! "

…

Ling Tuisi quickly rushed to Tianning Temple.

Very early on, Ling Tuisi believed that he was definitely an ordinary person and would definitely achieve great things.

Even though his father was killed and the gang was almost destroyed, Ling Tuisi was not depressed at all. He felt that this was a training given by God, proving that he would be capable of great things.

When Heaven is about to entrust a man with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and mess up his actions. Therefore, tempting his heart and forbearance will benefit him beyond what he can do.

After studying hard in Han Chuang and passing the Jinshi exam, can we say that Ling Tuisi didn't work hard enough?

After waiting in Jinling for so many years and giving up all the opportunities for promotion, can one say that Ling Tuisi cannot hold back his thoughts?

Using his biological daughter as a bargaining chip and throwing it directly into the coffin, can you say that Ling Tuisi is not ruthless enough?

A person who combines hard work, forbearance, and ruthlessness can still create a career even if his luck is not so good or his martial arts is not that strong.

Now is the time for Ling Tuisi to reap the rewards.

Although he gave up his official position and his daughter, as long as he can get the treasure, everything can be earned back.

Official position?

In order to develop the Longsha Gang and under the orders of the Qinglong Society, he has done many prohibited things over the years. As long as the court investigates thoroughly, he will not be able to escape a beheading.

daughter?

Ling Tuisi had already had enough of this disobedient "rebellious girl". If Ling Shuanghua hadn't been able to contain Ding Dian, Ling Tuisi would have dealt with her long ago!

Qinglonghui?

All the clues about the Qinglong Club have been exposed to Jinyiwei and Liumen. The Qinglong Club should first think about how to face the next encirclement and suppression by the imperial court!

Everyone is a pawn!

Everyone is an outcast!

The Blood Sword Ancestor, the Qinglong Society, Lu Jianxing, and Shen Lian are all my pawns.

Ling Tuisi's face was filled with ice. He couldn't wait to go on a killing spree, seize the treasure, and let out all the grievances he had suffered for so many years.

"Treasure, my treasure..."

Ling Tuisi's heart became colder and colder, but his blood seemed to boil. His solemn face turned red, his hands trembled slightly, and he even had a slight urge to urinate.

He couldn't contain his excitement!

"The Tathagata bestows blessings, and I will be reborn in bliss. Now it's me who accepts the Tathagata's blessings and sends others to rebirth..."

Before he finished speaking, a bloody scimitar flew from the left. Ling Tuisi was excited. All his thoughts were on Liancheng's treasure. How to prevent a sneak attack?

Fortunately, Ling Tuisi had two teams of bodyguards under his command.

One team came from Chi Zunxin, who had spent a lot of money to hire them, but these people also focused on Liancheng's treasures and didn't pay much attention to Ling Tuisi.

One team came from the Qinglong Club. Xiangxi Yanjia had already defected to the Qinglong Club and was ordered to protect Ling Tuisi.

On the one hand it is protection, on the other hand it is surveillance.

The leader of the Qinglong Society has great ambitions and needs all kinds of talents. Ling Tuisi has the ability to govern and is an urgently needed talent. Naturally, his safety must be guaranteed.

This time, Ling Tuisi was allowed to fake his death to escape, and there was also the idea of ​​letting him serve as the chief helm of the Qinglong Society and manage the territory.

The blood-colored scimitar flew towards him, and Yan Danuo, the head of the Yan family, flew up, his body stiff like a zombie, and he shot out suddenly, his middle finger hitting the blade with a clang.

An old monk in yellow robes rushed out from the side, grabbed the flying scimitar, looked at Ling Tuisi coldly, and shouted sternly: "Ling Tuisi, give me your life!"

Ling Tuisi exclaimed: "Ancestor Blood Knife, if you don't want to snatch the treasure, why are you here..."

The Blood Knife Ancestor interrupted him with a knife. There was nothing to say between the two of them. He just wanted to send Ling Tuisi to hell and cut him into eight pieces with a knife.

Ling Tuisi has quite a few masters under his command, but "Diao Sha" Xiang Wei, "Venomous Scorpion" Cui Du, and "Hercules" Chu Qi are all too busy to work. Obviously, they plan to save their energy to fight for Liancheng. treasure.

Among the father and son of the Yan family, Yan Danuo is quite loyal to the Qinglong Society, but the two brothers Yan Youxin and Yan Youyi have no faith at all. Not only do they want to fight for the treasure, but they also want to borrow the blood knife ancestor's sword to kill their father Yan Da. promise.

Under such circumstances, although Ling Tuisi's side had more people, they were killed by the Blood Knife Ancestor and kept retreating.

Seeing the Blood Knife Ancestor getting closer and closer, Ling Tuisi was filled with hatred. He still had one last secret hand, but that so-called secret hand had obviously abandoned him.

Ling Tuisi treats others as an abandoned son, and others can certainly treat him as an abandoned son. This is very fair.

The battle outside Tianning Temple is getting more and more intense, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger. The martial arts people in the Jingxiang area have become red-eyed, and the sword and flash sword movies can't stop.

Five miles away from Tianning Temple, an old man and a young man quietly watched these martial arts people fighting.

The old man held the fish basket in his hand, his eyes full of kindness and kindness, as if he was looking at his grandson.

The girl was holding a flower basket in her hand, her big bright eyes full of curiosity and a hint of fierceness.

The old man sneered and said: "Since ancient times, people have died for wealth, and birds have died for food. This can be regarded as an experience."

The girl raised her green fingers, smoothed her waterfall-like hair, and said with a smile: "Let them go, I don't care how many of these rabble die."

"I don't care about these people. I just feel a little strange. It is said that Shen Yumen wants to take over Jingxiang. Why hasn't he shown up until now?"

"Because Shen Yumen just arrived in Jiangling!"

A handsome young man quietly appeared behind the two of them.

Thanks to book friend Shura Xu Zhengyang for the reward