"Although I don't know what kind of Body Tempering Technique you practice, from what I have just seen, it is not difficult to find that you have not yet reached the level of perfection in this skill.
It is true that your pair of Iron Hands is enough to make people marvel, but if it is not what I expected, your whole body, except for these hands, everything else is flawless!"
Morning Star Lord's words are like sharp icy blades, pointing directly at Meng Qingshan's vital points.
His words revealed an unquestionable confidence, as if he had seen through all Meng Qingshan's trump cards.
Meng Qingshan's expression changed slightly, but then he quickly regained his composure. He chuckled and said, "So what? I can't do anything to you with my bare hands, but if I use Staff Style, what can you do to me?"
Morning Star Lord saw the subtle change in the expression on Meng Qingshan's face, and sneered in his heart, "You are indeed still young, but with just a few words, your weakness was deceived. Fighting in the world is not a child's play!"
"If that's all, then go die!"
As Morning Star Lord finished speaking, his figure suddenly turned into a white shadow and headed straight for Meng Qingshan.
The speed of his Qinggong is like lightning flashing across the sky, making people dizzy.
Meng Qingshan Seeing this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure instantly retreated. At the same time, the long stick in his hand suddenly swung out, turning into a black whirlwind and colliding with the dazzling white rainbow.
"Ding!!!"
The swords and sticks collided, and a harsh metal collision broke out instantly. True Qi stirred up and turned into air waves, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited.
Dong He County Outside the city, Wulong Ridge.
A quiet mountain path winds and leads to an unknown and deep place.
At this moment, a group of people on horseback were riding slowly along this mountain road covered with fallen leaves.
The sound of horse hooves is particularly clear in this silent mountain range, and every step is accompanied by a soft "rustling" sound.
On both sides of the mountain road are lush trees, some as tall as pine trees, or some as graceful and graceful.
The slightly cool autumn wind blew by, and the dead leaves with the lingering feeling of summer fell unwillingly, covering the entire mountain road in layers.
The leader of this group of people is Red Clad Girl, who is as graceful and graceful as a peach blossom blooming in spring.
She was wearing a bright red dress that was as bright as fire, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently in the wind, like a flame flower dancing in the wind.
Behind her were two attendants.
A man is wearing a yellow shirt, holding a long sword, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a heroic appearance. He is obviously an extraordinary swordsman.
The other person was an old man in gray clothes, carrying a worn-out Wooden Box on his back. He had a kind face and raised his head from time to time to look around vigilantly.
In addition to these two attendants, there was also a middle-aged alcoholic man following behind.
The middle-aged man is burly, with a full beard on his face. Although his cloth clothes are a bit old, he can't hide his heroic spirit.
He was holding a wine flask that he got from nowhere, and he poured a sip into his mouth from time to time, as if he was tasting the most mellow wine in the world.
"Uncle Third, hurry up!" Red Clad Girl's voice was clear and sweet, with a bit of coquettishness, interrupting the middle-aged man's intoxication.
This Red Clad Girl is naturally An Ning'er.
The middle-aged man who was addicted to alcohol was none other than Third Constable Cui Weishen of the Seven Mysteries Sect, known in the world as 'Life Reaper'.
"Girl, why are you so anxious? Before I came here, I deployed people here. Now every move of Wulong Ridge is under the control of Mr. Cui. That 'Blood Ganoderma' can't be lost!"
Cui Weishen laughed, swaying the wine bottle in his hand, and a few drops of crystal wine fell on his clothes. He wiped it nonchalantly, his eyes full of confidence and calmness in his own methods.
Although Cui Weishen seems bohemian, he is actually very thoughtful. Among the Seven Mysteries Sect Four Great Constables, he seems to be the most unreliable, but he is the one with the heaviest tasks and the most solved cases among Four Great Constables.
"Also, you girl, I have told you so many times not to call me uncle, otherwise Great Constable will hear it and say that I deliberately took advantage of him." Cui Weishen turned to look at An Ning'er, with a trace of amusement in his eyes.
An Ning'er said, "Oh, Third Uncle, this cannot be generalized."
Cui Weishen said, "What's the point? That Brother Wubing of yours is a senior brother!"
Hearing this, the swordsman in yellow and the old man in gray both smiled knowingly, as if they were accustomed to this scene.
An Ning'er was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but at this moment, a sudden sound of wind broke the tranquility of the forest.
Then they saw a huge falcon rushing out of the forest, hovering above their heads for a moment, then swooping down and landing firmly on Cui Weishen's arm holding the wine bottle.
An Ning'er looked overjoyed when he saw this, "Uncle Third, is there news from the other end?"
Cui Weishen took off the mailbox tied to the eagle's talon, stroked the falcon's feathers a few times, took out a prepared piece of raw meat from the bag on the horse's back and threw it to the falcon.
The falcon gave a low cry, picked up the piece of meat, fluttered its wings, and disappeared in the vast Sea of Forest in an instant.