[Comprehensive martial arts] My life will die

Speaking of it, he always felt that Liu Ji's name was inexplicably familiar, but the name of Ji was too common. He probably heard it somewhere and forgot it. Tan Zhao thought about it and put it behind him: "Then Where is Big Brother Liu going? If you go along the way, my teacher, uncle and nephew can escort Big Brother for a ride."

Liu Ji nodded immediately: "By the way, along the way, absolutely smooth!"

"..." If you don't mention the place, you just follow the road. What kind of road is this?Tan Zhao was powerless to complain, and could only think that the other party had encountered a robbery suddenly and felt scared, "It's getting late, if you don't hurry, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach the next town."

"Extremely so."

Then Li Changkong's little nephew was left behind by his kind and friendly Seventh Martial Uncle, and he didn't rush to this place called "Sweet Water Town" until he finished dealing with the robbers.

This Tianshui town is the place where Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Anhui meet. It is also a prosperous town. There are many hotels in the town. Tan Zhao has never been a master who treats himself badly. Where is the design of a poor Taoist priest? Poor Liu Ji has been dormant in the countryside to teach in recent years, and his life is miserable. He is really useless as a scholar in troubled times.

"Big brother, can Lian'er sleep with big brother tonight?"

This unlucky son, Liu Ji pressed his son in his arms, and saluted Tan Zhao apologetically, but he didn't feel annoyed at all, and reached out and patted his son's head: "No, I came with the big brother." That little brother hasn't arrived yet, if Lian'er goes to bed so late, he won't grow tall~"

Seeing the child leave obediently, Tan Zhao rubbed his palms and said to himself: Children are easy to deceive!

System: Host, I am ashamed for you, bullying a child!

Tan Zhao was not ashamed but proud. After drinking half a glass of wine, Li Changkong finally came in a hurry with his sword in hand. He wandered around the lobby before going to the corner to report.

"Is Chen Youliang dead? This is not like Chen Youliang's style. Who killed him?"

Li Changkong's complexion was also a bit grim: "The person who came here made a decisive move and took his life in an instant. Changkong is useless. Please ask Seventh Master Uncle to punish him."

Tan Zhao twirled the wine glass, and Li Changkong spun around several times in his heart, until the footsteps of Xiao Er behind him became clear, and when he turned slightly, he heard Xiao Er's crisp voice: "This guest officer, Four Xiyangchun noodles have arrived, they are definitely freshly made, please use them slowly!"

It was a cool autumn night, and Li Changkong was already starving during this trip. He was just a moment of life and death. If the other party hadn't let him go on purpose to deliver the letter, his life might have been given there.

And this night's hot noodle soup was enough to soothe his slightly cold heart.

Li Changkong picked up his chopsticks and reached for the noodle bowl, but the table suddenly tilted forward, and the noodle bowl slid in front of Mo Shenggu, and when he raised his head, he met Mo Shenggu's freezing eyes.

"Young master, this bowl of noodles is ordered for my ineffective nephew. It's not good for you to move the chopsticks?"

Li Changkong was taken aback: "Uncle Seventh, what are you talking about?"

"Human! Don't make me say it a second time! If you shoot me Wudang again and again, you really think that Wudang is a sick cat!" The voice was instantly cold.

Li Changkong turned around and wanted to escape, but an iron hand was pressed in front of him like a jack, and he felt that all the force in his body could not be used, and then he was hit on the back of the neck, and he passed out.

Tan Zhao casually pulled at the face, it was an ordinary face.

"Guest, guest officer, you..."

Tan Zhao threw an ingot of silver casually, Xiao Er just took it, and looked up again, where is the figure of this guest officer!Hey, I'm afraid he might have met a quack master today. There are eight hundred quacks at their inn, if not a thousand.

While Xiaoer was lamenting, Tan Zhao had already left Tianshui Town with someone in his arms, and the target indicated by the system was not far away. He was so impatient for half a cup of tea that he saw Li Changkong tied to a tree.

"Uncle Seven, don't come here!"

Uncle Seventh Master was ruthless, he threw the hostages casually, Xiao Li flew the knife instantly, and the sharp blade pierced the darkness of the night, Li Changkong didn't even see what happened, he was rescued .

He suffered more than a dozen wounds on his body, which were not fatal, but the long-term bleeding made his whole body weak, his hand was broken, and his internal strength was crippled. Li Changkong understood that even if, even if he returned alive, he could only survive in Wudang. Shan has become a fire master.

"Xiao Changkong, hold on!"

Tan Zhao felt very regretful for his rashness. He thought that with Li Changkong's kung fu, he would be able to get away with it, but he didn't expect that the disciples of the Wudang School were upright and upright. You take revenge."

"Wudang Mo Seven Heroes are really extraordinary."

Suddenly, the thick fog rose, and someone clapped their palms and smiled, as if lamenting and feeling like a pity: "Sure enough, Mo Qixia can't hide his tricks, but the poor monk has a question. I wonder if Mo Qixia can help the poor monk solve his doubts?"

Tan Zhao put down Li Changkong in his hand and asked people to lean on the tree to rest, and then made another awkward position, then turned his head: "Who are you, why should I explain my doubts to you!"

"It seems that Mo Qixia won't shed tears when he sees the coffin!" The other party was still hidden in the darkness, followed by a slight "up", but before he disappeared, he felt a cold and stern light quickly come.

It was a throwing knife.

It is rumored that a hundred years ago at the Dashengguan Heroes Conference, a handsome young man descended from the sky and defeated the Fanbang mage Jinlun Fawang who came here with ulterior motives. Zhu Ziliu, who had a pulse, was no match, but the young man forced him back with only three throwing knives.

In the next 20 years, countless heroes searched for this person, but they could not be found. It is said that Yang Guo, the great hero of the sculpture, regarded him as a close friend and had a close relationship with the famous Peach Blossom Island. Over the years, he searched for Peach Blossom Island to no avail. , Today finally has some eyebrows.

He hadn't been injured for a long time, the flying knife brushed his arm and left red bloodstains, obviously he had already dodged fast enough, but this flying knife made it impossible to dodge as if it had eyes.

Fun, fun.

"Master, be careful!"

"Little Changkong, you'd better take care of yourself!"

In front of Tan Zhaoxuan, seven figures approached in the darkness like a big dipper in the sky. It was a rare meal for him, and his fighting spirit suddenly dropped by two points. I'm afraid this isn't the copycat version of the Quanzhen Seven Sons?

Who is this person?

In the night sky, the seven people quickly changed their formation, echoing the twinkling Big Dipper in the night sky. It can be seen that these people have a tacit understanding, and the sword formation is also impenetrable, but... Tan Zhao knows how to break the formation. .

Back then, Huang Laoxie once fought with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and later when chatting with him, he mentioned it by chance, saying that Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou formation is very powerful, and Wang Chongyang is indeed a ghost, but his disciples are incompetent.

This incompetent Huang Yaoshi gave it to the Seven Quanzhen Sons, and today Tan Zhao also wants to give it to the seven in front of him.

"I suddenly feel a little pathetic."

"What's sad?"

"If Wang Chongyang knew that his original Tiangang Big Dipper Formation had been made like this, no matter how thick the coffin board was, it would not be able to hold it down."

When the sword light converged, Tan Zhao suddenly shouted: "In the sky, the sword is also a sharp weapon. Softness makes softness, rigidity makes firmness, see clearly!"

A visual feast that you can't help but hold your breath.

Of course, it can also be called a one-sided massacre. It didn't hurt anyone, but it hurt their hearts. The woods that should have been silent, wafted a bloody smell that no one could see.

The sharp sword beeps, like joy or sadness.

"Tsk, escape faster than a rabbit!"

Tan Zhao wanted to chase after him, but the other party was sure about Li Changkong's injury, which was also his momentary carelessness. He put the sword back into the sheath, he helped him up, and seeing the adoring eyes of his junior nephew, he couldn't help being cute : "Martial Nephew, do you want Martial Uncle to carry you back or carry you back?"

Li Changkong: ...The master uncle who killed the Quartet just now may be his illusion.

After feeding the medicine and bandaging the wound, when Li Changkong fell asleep, the clouds in the sky were slightly brighter. Tan Zhao hadn't slept all night, but there were not many bruises under his eyes, but he was a little hungry.

Fighting is indeed a laborious task, and I don't know that these Jianghu people are so keen on fighting.

[All, can Xiao Zhangkong's internal strength recover? ]

System: It can't be done, the King Kong Finger can break a person's bones, this person's ingenuity is useless, unless...

[Unless what? ]

System: Host, do you still remember that there is a healing chapter in the Nine Yin Manual?

[When you mention it like this, I seem to remember such a thing.But since this is the case, isn't the longevity formula also possible? ]

System: It is theoretically possible, but in practice it is not feasible. You also know how picky your little Qi is. This is reverse rebirth. The simple version of the longevity formula is impossible, but if you really want to try, you can try it Try, but the odds should be around [-] percent.If you are currently practicing the Longevity Art, you can help people continue to connect their meridians.

...I can't refute it, but Tan Zhao is still going to try.

He buckled Xiaoqi off his arm, and coaxed the ball over to activate the exercises after a long time, but it's a pity that the formula of longevity may really have no chance with Li Changkong.

"Uncle Shishi, what is this?"

Tan Zhao glanced at Xiaoqi in the air, and felt that he could still save him: "Xiao Zhangkong, you are so injured that you are hallucinating, it is so pitiful, you should rest more, be good, and close your eyes. "

Uncle Seven!Please don't be so perfunctory when you deceive people!He even saw you put away this ghost ball thing!Can it be better?