Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Chapter 397

"Thousands of martial arts, this is the transformation of strength!"

On the wooden platform on the street outside the Taoist temple, Qiao Jinyin lectured on martial arts in public, talked eloquently, and won loud applause.

The commotion caused by the trees in the Taoist temple has just begun. In fact, it is not as attractive as Qiao Jinyin outside, and the street is almost filled with water.

The Taoist temple is separated by a wall, like two distant worlds.

Xue Changhe stood on the roof and climbed up to look at the wooden platform, listening to the cheers of the crowd.

The doubts and confusion in his heart were turning into anger bit by bit.

If Qiao Jinyin's strength-building skills could fool an ordinary martial artist like Qian Baotou, it was only because he had contact with Qiao's family that he became suspicious.

So with Xue Changhe's martial arts skills and vision, he could naturally see through the reality of Qiao Jinyin at a glance.

"Where is senior Qiao Xinxin? Who is Qiao Jinyin?"

Recalling the astonishing scene of Qiao Xinxin slaying an immortal with one sword in the Sword Tomb, and hearing the cheers from the crowd around him, Xue Changhe became even more angry.

Xue Changhe traveled thousands of miles to come to Nanzhou, giving up his personal dignity and honor, and prepared to lower his head and learn martial arts with Qiao Xinxin as his master. What he wanted was to fulfill his family's thousand-year-old wish, but not to watch such an old liar lecture in the ring. Transformation!

"What kind of monster dares to jump out and raise the banner of the Qiao family?"

Xue Changhe snorted coldly, he jumped up and quickly climbed onto the wooden platform.

Logically speaking, it would be a bit of a loss for a charlatan like Qiao Jinyin to attack his opponent as the head of the Xue Changhe Family.

But he was really upset in his heart. He just felt that he had been severely fooled, and he didn't want to leave just like that.

Xue Changhe flew onto the stage and flew through the air. His movements were as fast as a civet, and his toes continuously stepped on the shoulders of the spectators in the audience, leaving a faint trail of bloody energy in the air, which flashed in the air like a streamer.

This light skill is indeed extraordinary and attracts everyone's attention.

"Who is it?" Qiao Jinyin was giving a martial arts lecture, but Leng Buding saw Xue Changhe on stage.

Xue Changhe had no expression on his face and saluted Qiao Jinyin.

"The Blood Family, Blood Changhe, passed by this city and heard from Grandmaster Qiao that this energy-transforming Kung Fu is indeed mysterious and extraordinary. I am so happy to see Hunter Xin that I came here to learn from it."

After saying that, Xue Changhe took half a step forward, raised his palms in front of his chest, pointed directly at Qiao Jinyin, and already assumed the starting position of the Xue family Kung Fu.

"The River of Blood? The Blood Family?"

Everyone was confused at first, and then looked shocked.

The Xue family is extraordinary and mysterious. Before the rise of the Qiao family, it was once known as the most mysterious martial arts family in Kyushu.

Especially the family leader of this generation, who has a long history of blood, has reached the top of the Tingchao Tower rankings a few years ago, and can be said to be a famous figure in Kyushu.

"It's actually a river of blood?"

"Xue Changhe wants to ask Grandmaster Qiao for martial arts lessons? Darling, this must be a battle between dragons and tigers!"

"More than just a fight between dragons and tigers? Today's events will most likely be recited by Ting Chao Lou and become a legend in the world!"

"Heyang Fucheng is such a rural place, but there is Grandmaster Qiao in front of him and a river of blood behind him? I am also lucky to see this Crouching Dragon and Phoenix together."

The corners of Xue Changhe's mouth twitched slightly, feeling inexplicably offended.

Only Qian Captou secretly screamed that he was unlucky.

In the boxing academy before, he could still suppress his old acquaintance Lao Hei, and he could persuade him with reason and emotion, and try to persuade him.

And how could he possibly influence a person like Xue Changhe?

"Mr. Xue, don't be impulsive, the water here is very deep..." Qian Captou repeated his old trick, stepped forward and whispered.

Today Qian Captou and Qiao Jinyin are like grasshoppers on the same rope.

When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.

If Qiao Jinyin's truth was exposed, then he, as a sparring partner, would probably not be in a good position either.

"How deep is the water?" Xue Changhe smiled:

"The deeper the water, the better. Let me take a closer look. Who is acting as a monster behind this and made me come here by mistake?"

He didn't care at all about the rhetoric of money arresting the head.

With his personal skills, no matter how deep the water is, he can wade through it. How can he catch money like this?

"Grandmaster Qiao's energy-transforming kung fu is truly something Xue Changhe has only seen in his life. I just don't know if you can transform the energy of my palm!"

Xue Changhe flew above, expelling invisible mighty force from his palms, heading straight towards Qiao Jinyin.

But Qiao Jinyin had no time to dodge.

There was a snap.

His body was swept up by the mighty invisible palm force, and his whole body was knocked out without any image. The wooden platform shook and rolled several times on the ground.

The cheers and discussions just now stopped abruptly, and the spectators in the audience looked up in surprise.

"What? Why don't you transform it? Where is your energy transformation skill?" Xue Changhe said calmly.

Qiao Jinyin's mouth was bleeding, and he reluctantly stood up from the wooden platform. His face was ugly and gray.

"Young people don't respect martial arts... Boxing is afraid of young people. I, Qiao Jinyin, am indeed old and I am no match for my little brother Xuechanghe." Qiao Jinyin said with a cold face.

"Is this something I can clean up at my advanced age?" Xue Changhe said coldly:

"The Qiao family is renowned for their long life and their willingness to name names. Even an old man over a hundred years old can still go to the battlefield in person and is no weaker than a strong man."

"You only have this little thing to show off to the Qiao family. Do you really think that everyone in the world is stupid and no one can see through you?"

As the words fell, discussions began to arise.

Some of the spectators in the audience were suspicious, but because the Qiao family was too famous, and Qiao Jinyin was also famous, they didn't dare to stand up and question it, but now they have realized it in their hearts.

"Listen to this, this Qiao Jinyin is a fake?"

On the stage, Qian Daotou's head was numb. It seemed that this matter had indeed developed in the worst direction he had expected...

Qiao Jinyin also looked cold.

"Young man," Qiao Jinyin said seriously

"The Qiao family is not just one person, but a huge family."

"Since it is a family, there are martial arts geniuses with unparalleled skills, but naturally there are also mediocre people who are mediocre."

"I, Qiao Jinyin, am indeed not a top fighting genius of the Qiao family. I am not as bright as them."

"It's just that a sparrow also has the ambition of a swan. Although I am not talented, I am still willing to follow the Qiao family's ancestral motto, 'If you have a share of light, you will have a share of passion'..."

"Teaching the Qiao family's martial arts widely is something even a mediocre Qiao family member like me, Qiao Jinyin, can do."

Speaking of this, Qiao Jinyin's face also had a certain amount of bitterness and loneliness:

"Young man, you can't kick me out of the Qiao family just because my martial arts skills are not high."

"..." Xue Changhe glared at Qiao Jinyin, who looked miserable, and was speechless for a moment.

At this time, the money catcher next to him finally spoke:

"Indeed."

"Master Qiao Jinyin, he is still very strong at seventy or eighty years old. He is not much stronger than an ordinary old man. His health-preserving skills are really strong."

"Don't talk about ordinary old men, even those who practice martial arts will inevitably dry up their energy and blood and age when they reach this age. How can Master Qiao Jinyin be able to get up after receiving a palm from the head of the Blood Family?"

"He's right." Someone among the spectators in the audience also spoke:

"Old Grandmaster Qiao Jinyin does have real kung fu. Even if he hasn't mastered the Qiao family's magical kung fu to defeat the enemy, he still has good health-preserving kung fu."

"It's true."

"Master Qiao Jinyin is indeed very skilled..."

The spectators in the audience were talking a lot, but Xue Changhe on the stage was speechless for a moment. He just pointed at Qiao Jinyin angrily and couldn't think of what to say for a while.

"Young man, you are still too impulsive..." Qiao Jinyin felt more at ease now.

The eyes on and off the stage were looking at Xue Changhe like a sharp sword. At this moment, Xue Changhe, who stood up to reveal the truth of the matter, became an unpopular person.

Although Xue Changhe's skills were extremely profound, he still had little experience when he was just starting out. He couldn't think of anything to refute at the moment, so he just stared wide-eyed.

But suddenly, he seemed to realize something and looked up at the sky.

"What kind of crazy person dares to blaspheme the gods?"

A rainbow light suddenly lit up on the mountain behind the Taoist temple, heading straight towards the Taoist temple. In the rainbow light, a middle-aged Taoist with immortal style and Taoism could be vaguely seen, standing on his sword, with a rather ethereal air.

Qiao Jinyin's arena was already crowded with people. Before, everyone's attention was on the arena. Now everyone turned around and looked again, only to see a black smoke rising into the sky from the Taoist temple behind.

"There's a fire, there's a fire..."

I heard someone shouting in the Taoist temple from a distance, and everyone was shocked for a moment.

What kind of madman dares to set fire to a Taoist temple and even attract the arrival of Immortal Chiyang.

Qian Shaotou's face twitched slightly.

For some reason, he smelled a hint of uneasiness and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Taoist temple behind him. He felt that this situation seemed familiar...

While thinking.

But under the light of the fire inside the Taoist temple, there was a figure stepping into the air, rising into the sky step by step, and laughed loudly:

"Are you the Chiyang Immortal?"

"Qiao Xunxin of the Qiao family, please accept death!"

The words have not yet finished.

The speed of the figure that reached the sky suddenly increased sharply, accelerating several times in the air. In one breath, it reached high altitude, and its fist suddenly grew larger than a casserole.

There was a crunching sound, and the rainbow light shattered.

The white-haired man standing in the air punched the Chiyang Immortal through the chest and threw the body towards the incense-burning giant cauldron below, making a dull sound.

This scene was simply unbelievable to everyone, and even Qiao Jinyin in the ring had forgotten about it.

Qian Daotou also turned his head and looked at the figure in the sky, feeling dazed for a while.

Only Xue Changhe quickly came back to his senses.

He looked away, his face no longer sulky, and he only looked coldly at Qiao Jinyin, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth next to him.

"Old man Deng, I was almost bypassed by you just now."

"Who the hell asked you if you have any health-preserving skills? It's about you pretending to be a member of Qiao's family and defrauding money and fame."

"Now, have you seen it?" Xue Changhe pointed at the figure above the Taoist temple and said lightly:

"Are you worthy of the surname Qiao?"

The words have not yet finished.

He struck out suddenly with a palm, without any hesitation or mercy.

The vast force poured out, beating Qiao Jinyin until he flew away and fell onto the wooden platform, bleeding from all his orifices.

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