Supernatural: I have a small world

Heshen's concubine, Nalan, is far superior to himself in the skill of Taoism.

And the last time Nalan came out, he wanted to take back Jingwei's beak for He Shen.

But he didn't expect Jingwei's Beak, and even the Yandi's Arrow brought out by her, fell into the hands of the young man in front of him.

Therefore, Liu Quan decided to salute first and then fight: "Your Excellency, you took other people's things. Why don't you allow the master to send someone to ask for it?"

"Ha ha!"

Sun Cheng laughed lightly, no contempt was visible on his face, but his words were full of sarcasm: "When did Jingwei's beak become a thing for you mice hiding in the dark?"

When Liu Quan heard this, he felt that his heart was burning with anger, and the eyes he looked at him also became colder.

"What, do you think I'm wrong?"

Sun Cheng put his hands behind his back, with a relaxed expression on his face: "This ancient treasure was created in the age of mythology, and it has a history of at least 3000 years ago. Even the Kuidao lineage, it's just a piece of shit luck. Keep them for a while."

"This ancient rare treasure was originally obtained by the capable. If you say something that fools a fool, are you questioning my IQ?"

Liu Quan's fists were already clenched and crackling.

In fact, he is also very good at words, but he has been with He Shen for too long, and he knows some inside stories.

About how Yandi's arrow and Jingwei's beak fell into Heshen's hands, Liu Quan generally knew.

Because of this, if he was asked to refute Sun Cheng, he really lacked confidence.

But Sun Cheng, who was in a position of power and not forgiving, continued to taunt: "Besides, do you think your affairs are done very honorably?"

"Find out a little function of Jingwei's beak, and use this ancient treasure to condense precious blood with the hands of others, so that I can suck it and continue a different kind of longevity."

"Although I don't know who you are, you old things have lived long enough!"

"enough!"

Liu Quan was ridiculed by him and flew into a rage.

He shouted angrily and jumped up in a hurry.

The distance between him and Sun Cheng was only a few meters, and at the next moment, his legs seemed to have turned into countless, and like dancing butterflies, there was an afterimage.

"Northern Fourteenth Road Mandarin Duck Legs... Good skill..."

Sun Cheng's eyes lit up, but he didn't take half a step back, and greeted him with one hand.

In an instant, the palms and legs collided violently, and there was a crackling sound in the surrounding air.

Liu Quan was about to run out of breath. After jumping behind him and landing on the ground, he frowned slightly when looking at Sun Cheng.

Half of his kung fu is on the knife and half on his legs.

Just as the other party guessed, what Liu Quan used was the well-known fourteen-way mandarin duck legs in Beidi.

This set of kicks is said to have originated from Shaolin Tan Kicks.

During the turmoil in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, most women in the northern regions practiced martial arts.

It is said that a woman with a family background, because women are not as tall as men, combined Shaolin Tan legs with some local kung fu to deduce the fourteen ways of mandarin duck legs.

In the beginning, the fourteen mandarin duck legs were indeed mostly practiced by women.

But even in the north, not all men are big and big.

Later, it was discovered that short men who practice the fourteen-way mandarin duck legs can not only practice the flexibility and skills of this set of legs.

Moreover, males are more powerful. Since then, there have been many relatively short males practicing these fourteen-way mandarin duck legs. The power is not much worse than the authentic Tan legs (Liao Nuo's), and the dexterity is even higher than it.

Liu Quannai is He Shen's domestic slave, and his ancestors also practiced martial arts in their early years.

When he was young, his stature was not as short as his peers, so he followed his eldest sister to practice the fourteen-way mandarin duck legs, and gradually gained a good kung fu.

After a hundred years, Liu Quan has become an out-and-out master in mandarin duck kick alone.

In the past, even if he didn't use weapons, Liu Quanguang helped Heshen solve many people secretly by relying on his mandarin duck legs.

It's just that I didn't expect that today, this young man who was said to be only in his twenties would not be able to gain the upper hand.

Unavoidably feeling a little annoyed at the moment, Liu Quan stepped forward again with bent legs, his right leg was very agile.

Like a long whip, it went straight to Sun Cheng's waist, chest, and head.

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Chapter 213 Demonization (for subscription)

Liu Quan was shocked and angry, but this time he went all out with his legs.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was shocked and angry, his opponent Sun Cheng was also very surprised.

"Who the hell is this person? If I hadn't had many adventures with me, I'm afraid that set of mandarin duck legs just now would be enough to send me back to my hometown!"

Feeling the faint soreness from his right palm and right arm, Sun Cheng was very surprised.

Human physical fitness, in fact, has a limit.

He had consulted some martial arts masters a few years ago, and it was said that high-strength martial arts practitioners could be two or three times stronger than ordinary people.

But further up, no one has heard of it for nearly a hundred years.

And this limit seems to have an extremely strict age limit.

It seems that people failed to break through to the physical limit before forty, and after that, they made breakthroughs in martial arts, and it was difficult to improve their physical fitness.

Sun Cheng also discussed this with his father-in-law, Tantric master Po Luo.

According to him, some of the predecessors of Tantric Buddhism were able to lift ten thousand catties of boulders.

It can be seen that monks who focus on body training can even break through to more than ten times the physical fitness of ordinary people.

Sun Cheng has always been able to rely on his relatively low cultivation level to face opponents who are far higher than his 293 cultivation level.

The greatest confidence is the feedback from the inner world, which brings physical fitness that can be continuously strengthened regardless of limitations.

So far, Sun Cheng's physical fitness has reached more than 20 times that of ordinary people.

But even so, he still felt the pain even though he hadn't used the protective energy just now.

It can be seen that this person is really skilled.

It should be that Sun Cheng has met the opponent with the highest martial arts so far.

At the moment, he didn't hold back any more, and Sun Cheng stretched out both hands, and the protective energy seemed to be on his body, covering him with a layer of red armor.

Liu Quan kicked more than 20 kicks in one breath, all of which were caught by the opponent.

He felt as if his legs had kicked on the steel plate, and just the shock force made him feel that the blood in his thighs was not so smooth.

"Precious blood...Damn it, this guy must have made precious blood..."

After a short fight, Liu Quan realized that the physical fitness of the young man in front of him was still higher than his own.

Even with that kung fu, I am afraid that he will not be weaker than himself.

He has been with He Shen for hundreds of years, and he doesn't know what this means.

Feeling ruthless at the moment, he turned around suddenly (bbcj) and jumped in front of the carriage.

Liu Quan stretched out his hand to grab the wooden wall, tore the solid wooden wall with a click, and took out two things wrapped in cloth, one wide and one narrow, from the carriage.

Sun Cheng waited patiently, it was rare to meet such a master, and he was delighted to see him.

But Liu Quan didn't stop himself when he saw him.

While I was happy in my heart, I couldn't help adding a bit of anger that was underestimated.

With a cold snort, he tore the cloth away casually, revealing what was inside, which turned out to be a broad knife and a mahogany stick.

Liu Quan inserted the red wooden stick under the broad knife and twisted it, then fixed the wooden stick and the blade together with a mechanism.

Sun Cheng suddenly realized that it turned out to be a very rare Ming-style saber after the complacent people entered the customs.

"Come again!"

Liu Quan yelled violently, and slashed at Sun Cheng with a saber in his hand.

The horse-chopping knife weighed no less than two hundred catties, but under the control of his strong physical fitness, the heavy steel knife was able to play like a tiger.

During the slashing, even the surrounding air had a feeling of being cut.

Sun Cheng was taken aback, and the protective energy on his body was three points thicker. At the same time, he no longer kept his hands, and his hands became claws.

The tiger fist blasted out, and when it collided with his blade, there was a roar of metal collision.

Liu Quan's arms were bulging with veins, and his eyes were even more murderous.

Seeing that Sun Cheng was so difficult to deal with, he already understood why the concubine Nalan sent by the master before would be lost in the hands of the young man in front of him.

Even if he has practiced martial arts all his life, and has been persevering almost every day for hundreds of years, he is unexpectedly unable to overwhelm the opponent at this time.

After one hundred moves, Liu Quan's chest heaved violently, obviously exhausting a lot of energy.

He clenched the saber in his hand, and saw that there were cracks on the surrounding official roads that were cut by his own sword.

Looking at the young man opposite, although his clothes were scratched in several places, he didn't even leave a slight injury to the other party.

All of a sudden, Liu Quan gradually realized that he might not be the opponent's opponent either.

Under the shock and anger in his heart, he also had the intention to retreat.

But as soon as this idea came up, Liu Quan immediately killed it.

It is true that he has served He Shen since he was a child, and his friendship with him is even higher than that of He Shen's younger brother He Lin.

But who is his master, Liu Quan knows all too well.

A generation of heroes can't fully explain He Shen's personality. He is confident, conceited and selfish.

At the beginning, in order to be able to perfectly realize the fake death escape, He Shen didn't even take action to save his son Fengshen Yinde.

It's just that some dark hands are left to ensure that his soul will not go back to reincarnation.

Just imagine a person who can treat his own son coldly for his own sake.

How could he tolerate a butler who fled back in embarrassment without completing the task he had given him.

At that moment, Liu Quan's heart became ruthless, he swung his saber in a round circle, and smashed Huashan Mountain with all his strength to force Sun Cheng back.

He suddenly took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and held it in his hand.

Liu Quan had fought against the young man in front of him for a short time before, and he knew that his Taoism was far inferior to the opponent's.

So from the beginning to the end, he didn't use the half-baked Kuai Dao technique.

However, it is not impossible for him to turn defeat into victory, but the price is very serious.

Picking up the porcelain vase, Liu Quan's face turned gloomy.

After a while, he unscrewed it abruptly and poured the stinky black liquid inside into his mouth.

"Master, Liu Quan may have to take a step first. I hope you can still remember the old slave's care over the years, and give the old slave a chance to take care of you in the future!"

With such a thought in his mind, Liu Quan felt as if a pot of boiling hot oil had been poured into his throat.

After the bottle of foul-smelling black liquid entered his stomach.

It quickly turned into a terrifying force, constantly rushing towards all parts of Liu Quan's body.

Under Sun Cheng's surprised gaze, his body swelled rapidly.

The height quickly increased from less than 1.7 meters to about [-] meters, and thick black long body hair appeared.

After a while, Liu Quan couldn't even maintain his original face, even long black hair appeared on his head.

Even four pointed fangs protruded from his mouth.

At first glance, it looks like a black bear.

"Bear...is this demonic energy...demonized..."

Sun Cheng looked in surprise at this figure whose face had changed beyond recognition in such a short period of time.