"Ahem..."

As Su Qing walked, he coughed twice from time to time, and when he breathed, his nose started to bleed.

With such a cruel intention, a shadow flashed between his brows. Su Qing chopped and shook his right hand, with force all over his body. His breath suddenly sank. The cigarette held between his fingers suddenly broke into pieces with a "pop", and shreds of tobacco flew around.

A flush instantly surged from his neck and climbed up to his face. He opened his mouth and spit out, and a mouthful of black bruises splashed onto the ground.

Strength is something that is both mysterious and understandable. Ordinary people use strength mostly at the key points of the body, such as the hands, feet, waist and abdomen. However, what martial artists pursue when practicing is different. Some people are as strong as a cast but can penetrate through the whole body.

All over the body, the pores are controlled to close, to the point where the essence does not leak out. The mastery often seems to be an understatement, but this kind of force can actually vibrate the bones and tendons, secretly generate dark energy, store hair freely, stimulate the force from the pores, and kill people.

It's invisible, even if I slap you or poke you, you won't die immediately. It will damage the kidney meridian, block the qi and blood, and you will die suddenly in less than seven days.

This was what Lord Ma was talking about at the beginning, and it was impossible to guard against it.

He has never dared to slack off for a day in these years. He is afraid that someone will come and die in an unknown way. In five years, he used the method of swallowing and exhaling breath to temper the internal organs, breed vitality, strengthen qi and blood, and then

I used boxing to beat my muscles and bones, and my life was really trembling.

This dark energy is also different. Some people practice their hands, and some people practice their feet. It is so powerful that when the whole body moves with thoughts, Qi penetrates the whole body, and the pores all over the body can spit out dark energy.

As the name suggests, An Jin means hidden strength.

It’s not about the realm, but the training method. Some people practice with great strength, such as the master of the Baji Sect encountered in Yuan’s mansion. He is obviously domineering, his hair is like a halberd, his body is like lead, his hands are as hard as pig iron, and he grabs the wall.

Every time he grabs a mark, he can move with great force, and his shots are like crossbows. There are also people who practice secret strength, which looks ordinary, and there is no fireworks in their shots, but there is hidden murderous intent in every move, from the inside to the outside, the strength is as strong as silk, silent and silent.

interest.

There is also a kind of energy transformation. It is said that Yang Luchan has a unique skill that prevents birds from flying. All kinds of strength cannot be applied to the body. He uses energy transformation to accumulate hair freely and combine hardness and softness.

Although there are differences in the order of the three training methods, if you really compare them, you have to see who is smarter. Some people hide their clumsiness, some people hide their skills, and some people are afraid of the young and strong. The outcome is still the same sentence, one horizontal and one vertical.

It takes two moves to know.

In this world, although kung fu has mysteries, there are no miraculous claims. In the final analysis, it is to continuously improve the control of one's own internal and external aspects, and to generate different "energy" through some different force-generating techniques combined with completely different breaths.

That's all, from simple movements of the hands and feet to some boxing skills, use your own strength to the maximum extent.

Otherwise, what kind of person the Fifth Master Wang was, he would not have died simply. Huo Yuanjia, who was known as the invincible fighter in Tianjin, also died. The Eight-Nation Allied Forces entered Beijing, and countless martial arts masters in Beijing died.

The person I met tonight, I guess Ming Jin has become a trend and has turned to Dark Jin, and Su Qing suffered a bit.

Unfortunately, he still died.

Because Su Qing is a special case. He started practicing this "killing technique" with An Jin. He can't follow the path of Ming Jin. When the time comes, his bones will thicken, his body shape will change, and he will be looked at by others without waiting for success.

He has to die, so he has to hide. This is what Lord Ma taught him. After five years of studying opera, his muscles and bones have already been developed. With the help of swallowing and exhaling, it is easy to achieve. This strength is hidden under a pair of hands.

Poke a hole in the eye.

Moreover, this "killing technique" specializes in the vital point of death, which requires silence. It is specially created for assassination. It hides its power and kills invisible.

Su Qing walked forward, and the night streets felt a little deserted for some reason.

The man pulling the cart was running very fast with his upper body exposed and a pair of cloth shoes. As he got closer, he could smell the smell of sweat.

He touched his pocket, thinking about lighting a cigarette, but it was empty, and then he remembered that he had finished smoking, and only touched the cold hilt of the sword.

After taking a breath, Su Qing walked slowly.

Not far away, under the street lamp, I saw a pair of vendors collecting the leftover soup and water from the customers. The man was a little careless and accidentally broke a few bowls. The woman felt heartbroken when she saw this. She didn't dare to get angry because of the world where men are superior to women.

I had to secretly wipe my tears and clean them up. The man was a little dull, but he saw his wife lowering her head, silent for a while, and then pecked his wife on the cheek like a thief, and then retracted like lightning, the woman's small face

Yi Hong, smiled and scolded.

Looking at this scene, the shadow between Su Qing's brows disappeared inexplicably. For some reason, she smiled knowingly and shook her head.

When the young couple saw someone passing by, their faces turned red with embarrassment, but they didn't dare to look at Su Qing.

Went away for a while again.

From a distance, he saw a building emitting smoke and smoke standing in the dim night, which seemed to gather the feasting and feasting of the whole street. Su Qing's eyes swayed as he listened to the music coming from inside.

This is a little different from yesterday, what was being sung was Cantonese opera.

There were a lot of people standing at the door of the building, including three aunts and six women, waving fans. The scene was quite grand.

Seeing him coming, the girl who was serving him last night brightened up and came over.

As soon as we entered the lobby, there were more people than yesterday, but few people talked. Not only men smoked, but women also smoked. They looked at him carefully, and their eyes were all on him. Some people were leaning on the railings, some were leaning on the wall, and the women were wearing cheongsam.

The fork is parted, revealing the greasy white thighs, half-smiling but not smiling, all living beings have different expressions, but that's all.

"Baibaoman!"

A voice came from upstairs.

When Su Qing heard the slanderous rumors in the Northeast Jianghu, she knew it must be someone from the Gong family.

This is to get to the bottom of him. A lot can be revealed in one sentence.

"Stop playing tricks, my surname is Su, and my last name has the character Qing!"

There was silence for a moment upstairs.

"I haven't been back to the capital for some years. I have always heard that there is a great opera star who is the best in Beijing. I thought I would never meet him, but I didn't expect to meet him here in Foshan!"

Su Qing held her clothes in her arms and climbed up the stairs step by step. She said with a smile: "Oh, I don't dare to accept what you said. It's a good thing I didn't see you. Otherwise, I'm afraid my life will be lost!"

"Show your face!"

"Well, you are joining the court, but you are hurting the reputation of the northern martial arts community. This is not the right thing to do. I just came back from the Jingwu Association this morning and heard that a young hero was born in Foshan. Let me ask you.

Earlier I said I wanted to discuss things? Who should I discuss with?"

Su Qing went upstairs and saw a person through a piece of glass.

"Are you from the Gong family?"

"yes!"

The man only saw his back but not his face. Su Qing smiled and said: "Mr. Gong is of high moral character and is dedicated to saving the country. He wants to unite the north and the south. I, Su Qing, admire this from the bottom of my heart. The word "grandmaster" is worthy of the name. But he is well-deserved.

, I just want to ask today, when the Gong family was working in the palace before, have you ever heard of the blood droplet?"

Su Qing walked very slowly. As soon as he uttered the three words "bloody son", everyone in the hall looked at each other and were in an uproar. This name is a big deal. Before the guns and guns appeared, "bloody son" had frightened countless people.

, the color of the conversation changed.

His face darkened, first he smiled coldly, and then said softly:

"It's a pity that I don't care about this today. What I'm talking about is your Gong family's eldest disciple Ma San. His murderous husband, together with the masters of the Yanzi sect and the Xingyi sect, almost forced his wife, children and widows to death. I'm talking about your Gong family's ignorance and wrong recruitment.

Disciple, I think Mr. Gong’s moral conduct is shameful and his followers are not good——”

"Today, I will discuss good and evil, reason, and justice in this golden building!"

Su Qing's voice was harsh and hoarse, as if he was swallowing gold and iron in his mouth and spitting out the weight. He suddenly smiled and his voice softened.

"After we have finished discussing the matter, I will discuss the merits with your Gong family again. The revenge of killing my master will be decided at once!"

The lingering sound echoed.

The whole hall was filled with dead silence, and you could hear a needle drop.
Chapter completed!