Chapter 205: It's a Great Fight
Seeing the power of this punch, the white-browed boy covered his mouth and backed away hard.
Just by being brushed by the strong energy of the fist, he had already suffered internal injuries. If he had been hit head-on by the punch, it would not be a question of whether he could survive, but rather a question of whether his body would be shattered into pieces.
Seeing this exaggerated blow, the eighty-year-old "Lao Meigen" felt his hair stand on end.
He was able to achieve such exaggerated internal strength before he was seventy years old, and was even stronger than that. However, in the past ten years, his physical condition has been getting worse day by day, and now his internal strength is less than half of what it was when he was seventy years old.
He himself was able to reach this level due to his age, but the young Song man in front of him, who looked no more than thirty years old, already had such terrifying internal strength, which was simply incredible.
At the same time, I am also glad that I didn't do anything stupid before.
Compared to the ease of the 'old man with no roots', the middle-aged monk was extremely anxious.
The young man with white eyebrows was his favorite disciple, whom he treated almost like his own son.
Seeing his disciple spitting blood, he immediately rushed over and shouted, "Don't hurt my disciple, you evil creature!"
He was shouting loudly and his skills were not slow either. He swung the nine-ring iron staff in his hand heavily onto Lu Sen's back.
Lu Sen reacted extremely quickly, turning around and blocking with his right arm.
The middle-aged monk was extremely happy when he saw this. He thought that the young man was probably too anxious and actually used his flesh and blood body to block the weapon.
His iron staff is half a meter long and weighs twenty kilograms. He practices Shaolin's Iron Pestle Demon-Subduing Technique, which trains his muscles, bones and skin externally and his breath internally. He is a rare genius who practices both internal and external skills.
The blow from the stick was not only powerful and heavy, but also mixed with the impact of internal force. Even the most powerful top masters would not dare to block it with their arms.
He thought that this strike of the stick would definitely break the opponent's arm.
But what he never expected was that when the iron rod collided with the opponent's arm, it actually made a sound like metal hitting stone.
After a crisp thud, he himself was knocked back two steps by the huge force.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged monk was stunned. Could it be that the other party's arm was made of fine iron? How could it be so hard?
Lu Sen ignored him and rushed forward, swinging his arms like two sledgehammers, and using his footwork and body rotation to smash at the opponent again and again.
The middle-aged monk could only use his iron rod to block it.
With every blow, the middle-aged monk would take two or three steps back, and his face would turn paler.
Because when Lu Sen swung his iron arm to hit people, internal energy would flow in both arms, which could be seen with the naked eye.
He hit people at an extremely fast speed, and in a blink of an eye he had already hit more than ten times. Although each time was blocked by the iron rod, his momentum was getting stronger and stronger.
The sound of metal clashing against each other never ceased.
The middle-aged monk was knocked back a few steps, and his face turned from pale to red.
This is already a sign of internal injury.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged monk took a few steps back with the force of the blow, and after a little distance, he shouted, "There is no one like you in the Central Plains. Tell me your name."
Lu Sen still ignored him and continued his attack.
The middle-aged monk was anxious and angry when he saw that Lu Sen ignored him and just focused on attacking him.
He continued to curse: "You are using the military formation horizontal boxing method now. Are you deliberately hiding your skills and not wanting to be recognized? But I can see that your internal force is Taiyi Hunyuan Gong. You are definitely from Zhongnan Mountain."
Lu Sen still ignored him and continued attacking.
The sound of hammering continued.
Lu Sen has been practicing Taiyi Hunyuan Gong for four years. There was almost no effect in the first three years, but in the fourth year, he was able to achieve the state of internal energy leaving the body.
Taiyi Hunyuan Gong is a health-preserving exercise, a treasure of Taoism, which was only offered to the emperor. It is a typical example of being easy to learn but difficult to master. Moreover, any health-preserving exercise, as long as it is practiced to the peak, is to draw the energy of heaven and earth into the body.
The weather is now lacking in spiritual energy. Even if ordinary people practice Taiyi Hunyuan Gong to the highest level, they can only extend their lifespan by a dozen years. After all, they cannot attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
But Lu Sen was different. His system had its own spiritual energy in his home. He himself had an open meridian body and was a natural genius in practicing Qi. With the nourishment of honey and fruits, it took him three years to push the Taiyi Hunyuan Gong to the level of drawing Qi into his body. The one year of practice after that was equivalent to more than ten years of practice for others.
That’s not all, he also has the support of the system. After the level increases, all his personal attributes are strengthened.
Then he practiced the 'dual cultivation' method, which was also a way to increase his personal qualifications and talents, as well as increase his internal energy.
With these three factors added together, although Lu Sen had only been practicing Qi for four years, he had already made great progress and became a first-class expert.
This is the "foundation", the foundation for building a towering building.
Having the basics does not necessarily mean real combat effectiveness, so Lu Sen learned the "Yang Family Boxing" from Yang Jinhua, the prototype of the later Tongbeiquan.
This boxing style is easy to learn. Just remember the eighteen postures and then use them in rotation, in reverse, or mixed together.
Under the effect of the 'Defense +3' accessory, Yang Jinhua, this young lady, was not afraid of the pain when she used the Yang family boxing, as if she had made great progress in her external martial arts training.
However, Lu Sen is taller than Yang Jinhua and has a longer arm span. When he turns around and swings his arms, not only is his attack range larger, but his power is also greater.
What's even more outrageous is that Lu Sen is wearing "steel armor" with a durability of nearly 10,000. Combined with the "increased defense" accessory, he is an absolutely indestructible golden body.
All horizontal training kung fu requires not only posture and form, but also 'spirit'.
What is the "spirit" of practicing external Kung Fu? It is the unstoppable momentum.
Lu Sen will not feel any pain until the durability of the steel armor is reduced to zero. This indomitable momentum is also something he can achieve.
Therefore, Lu Sen's boxing skills were truly perfect in both form and spirit, and the so-called external martial arts grandmaster was no more than this.
However, the most fatal thing is that there is internal force attached to Lu Sen's arm.
It was the authentic Taoist top-grade internal energy, with a long and lasting aura. Each punch he threw was not only powerful, but also had the impact of internal force.
Even the genius of Shaolin Temple who practiced both internal and external strength could not withstand such a blow.
After a few more hits, the middle-aged monk was beaten so hard that he spat out blood from his throat. He took several steps back and looked at Lu Sen with eyes full of fear.
Lu Sen felt relaxed both physically and mentally and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
I finally have a certain ability to protect myself.
Just when he was happy, there was a sound of breaking air suddenly behind him. Lu Sen did not dodge, but turned around and swung his arm down.
Ding Dong...two sounds.
The silver sword light arrived first, and then Lu Sen's forearm hit the opponent's right hand.
A muffled groan.
Although the white-browed boy's sword touched Lu Sen's chest first, it couldn't even penetrate his clothes.
As he looked frightened, Lu Sen's arm fell down and broke his right hand.
The long sword fell to the muddy ground, and the white-browed boy held his limp right hand with his left hand and retreated desperately.
His forehead was covered with large beads of sweat and his face was as white as lime soaked in water.
Lu Sen smiled at him, and when he was about to speak, the middle-aged monk suddenly roared "Ah".
It is both anger and giving myself courage.
He slammed forward with all his might, Lu Sen turned around and hit him with his right hand, but the opponent took the blow with his right shoulder.
After a click, the middle-aged monk's right shoulder seemed to collapse a little, but he also successfully bumped into Lu Sen, and knocked Lu Sen back several steps, almost falling to the ground.
This is because Lu Sen's lower body is unstable. After all, he has only been practicing martial arts for a short time. He has a good foundation in internal energy, but he is still weak in external kung fu and lower body.
After knocking Lu Sen back, the middle-aged monk threw away his iron staff and immediately rushed towards the white-browed young man, picked him up by the waist, then used his lightness skills and disappeared over the houses in the alley with a few jumps.
“It’s still a little slow.”
Lu Sen reluctantly retracted his longbow. The opponent's lightness skills were really amazing. Another reason was that the terrain here was too complicated, with uneven heights. Even though Lu Sen's archery skills were good, it was still difficult to aim, giving the opponent a chance to escape.
The old man standing next to him stared with his mouth wide open, watching Lu Sen conjure up a bow and arrow out of thin air and then put it away, and then he knelt down with a clamor.
As a eunuch who had been in the palace for decades, Lao Meigen never felt how precious his knees were. He probably knelt more times than he had eaten grains of rice.
"Please grant me the immortality method of longevity."
Lu Sen glanced at him, ignored him, and turned away.
Lao Meigen watched Lu Sen leave. He wanted to chase him but he didn't dare. In a conflicting mood, he watched Lu Sen disappear into the corner of the alley with disappointment.
"It's all fate. Living to be 83 is already a blessing from God. Why think so much?"
After kneeling for a stick of incense, Lao Meigen finally figured it out. He stood up, went back to the house and closed the door again: "I'll smooth the road tomorrow. It's full of potholes."
Unlike the old monk who was relieved, the middle-aged monk's face was full of indignation.
He held Xu Liang in his arms and shuttled through the poor alley. Finally, he knocked three long and four short signals in front of a stone house. Then the door opened a crack and the two squeezed in.
The door is closed.
The dim candlelight lit up, and seven people were sitting or standing inside, all of them looked like martial arts masters.
They were all shocked when they saw the master and disciple vomiting blood.
"Monk Mu, you are injured?"
"Young Master Xu is also injured."
"Is that Khitan eunuch really that powerful? He's over eighty years old, and he can still defeat the combined forces of you two, master and disciple?"
"This Khitan is indeed the greatest enemy of our Song Dynasty. Even the discarded old dog is so strong."
The middle-aged monk was the well-known monk Yun Zhonghe Wei Zhen in the martial arts world. He was originally a disciple of Shaolin Temple, but later he committed a crime of killing and was expelled from Shaolin Temple.
However, Shaolin believed that he killed people in order to eliminate evil, so they did not take back his kung fu.
So even though he was dressed like a monk, he did not have a Buddhist name.
Wei Zhen coughed and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? First, heal my disciple's hand and make sure he doesn't get sick. Otherwise, he won't be able to use the sword with his right hand."
"We're already working on it. Don't worry, it's just a broken bone. It will heal after six months of rest."
Next to the white-browed young man, there was already a warrior who looked like a doctor giving him acupuncture and splinting his broken arm with a wooden board.
Seeing this, Wei Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, then sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing, and said, "It wasn't that old dog who did it, but someone else."
Wei Zhen then recounted what had happened.
After listening to this, fellow martial artists nearby began to discuss the matter.
"He actually helped that old dog. This man must be a traitor who sells out his ancestors for personal gain."
"It doesn't sound like that. It seems like he just wants to go find Old Dog for something."
"Taiyi Hunyuan Gong? Such a difficult technique, but there are still people practicing it, and they are young people?"
"The Taoist sect has many talented people. Before, there was Lu Sen, and now there is another unknown person. Hey. It will be difficult for the Buddhist sect to gain influence."
"What's the point of being powerful? This 'Unknown' is helping the Khitans. Instead, it will cause more trouble and do more harm to the upright people in our martial arts world."
"That person is also using a very advanced Yang Family Fist." Wei Zhen said, "It seems that he also knows the Vajra Indestructible Skill of our Buddhist sect. He doesn't seem like a simple Taoist."
hiss!
Cultivate both inner and outer cultivation, and cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism?
Where did this genius come from!
"I think he should still be in Linhuang City. I'll go out and look for him now. Maybe I can find his trace." A short man who looked very weak smiled and said, "As long as we can find his roots, we can always find a way to deal with him."
"Be careful."
"know."
After saying this, the short man left the room.
Lu Sen didn't know that he was being targeted. He wandered around the city for a while, then returned to the cave under the cover of night.
At this time, Lu Xianxian had turned back into human form and was helping Zhao Bilian comb her hair.
Zhao Bilian's hair was long, black and abundant, indicating that her kidneys were in excellent condition.
Seeing Lu Sen coming back, they both chuckled.
Lu Sen sat in front of the two of them, put the small notebook on the table, and said, "For now, we have only collected this much information. Xianxian, take a look and see which of them are related to your tail."
"Please wait a moment, let me put Bilian's hair up."
After waiting for a while, Lu Xianxian picked up Lu Sen's booklet and started reading it.
Zhao Bilian sat next to Lu Sen and ate small bites.
This was just bought by Lu Sen from outside.
It took Lu Xianxian more than half an hour to finish reading the booklet. Then she put the booklet back in front of Lu Sen and said with a smile, "Most of them are nonsense. But there is one story that is quite interesting."
"Which one?"
"The beauty of the Xiao family."
Many people in Khitan had the surname "Xiao", but if we talk about the Xiao family, it is naturally the Xiao family of the queen's family.
"It says here that the Khitan queens are from the Xiao family for generations, and no matter how they looked when they were young, whether they were ugly, black, white or beautiful, after ten years, they would begin to change in the direction of foxy charm."
Lu Sen raised his eyebrows and continued listening.
"I am also a woman, and I have seen many women. Even in the same family, it is difficult for women from generation to generation to look similar."
Lu Sen touched his chin, pulled off his beard, and said with a smile: "I have heard a saying that ugly people are all different, but beautiful people are all the same."
When Lu Xianxian heard this, she covered her mouth and laughed.
Zhao Bilian laughed so hard that she almost swallowed the food in her mouth.
Lu Xianxian laughed for a while and said, "My dear, you really love to joke. I have heard of a magic called the Blood-Eating Magic, which can reproduce the appearance and abilities of relatives and elders to the younger generation."
