Wen Yuan did not hear Zi Yuan's response, and was anxious. Suddenly, he heard Mu Yanding say: My skills are not worth laughing in the eyes of Miss Zi Yuan. I will definitely hurt her. However, although Miss Zi Yuan's music is sophisticated, she has no martial arts skills. It is inevitable that she will be shocked by my internal strength, but it will not hurt her body. Wen Yuan, you don't have to worry and take it away! He heard the sound of gold and iron shake again, like a war, thunder and fire burst, Wen Yuan's body shook, and he quickly used his internal strength to resist, and turned around.
As soon as he fought, he suffered a great loss. Wen Yuan did not dare to distract himself. He was secretly motivated and wanted to play the fingers of the five-tone
The thunderous tone was in opposition, and suddenly I thought: The resistance of single internal power is just repeating the same mistake. The power of this kung fu is in the sound of iron rings. The way to crack it should be here.
The reason why Mu Yanding's five-tone fingers is amazing is not only the internal force that is permeated by the sound, but its abrupt rhythm. Each sound is like a sharp blade, which blocks the circulation of qi and blood in the veins. When it is exerted to the extreme, it can completely disrupt the other party's heartbeat, muscles, breathing of hands and feet, and all rhythms of the human body are abnormal, so you can only wait for death.
Wen Yuan is deeply aware of the rhyme, and understands the mystery of the musical melody, which is enough to affect people's mood, thoughts, and behavior. At this time, he faced Mu Yanding's five-tone fingers. Although he was injured, a response flashed through his mind. He immediately retreated and rushed to the back door of the bottom cabin. He shattered the door with his palm and ran out.
Mu Yanding shouted: Where to go? With the internal force raised, his body movement was as fast as a meteor arrow. He chased Wen Yuan, holding and putting his five fingers in his right hand, and a series of clang sounds. The five fingers bounced out of Wen Yuan's feet, and his body was lifted up and went to the deck. Mu Yanding's five fingers bounced into Wen Yuan and then rushed into the upper cabin from the back door. Sikong Ba and others were still waiting at the front door of the bottom cabin. There were only a few women in the cabin. When they saw Wen Yuan breaking in, they exclaimed and retreated.
Wen Yuan ignored it, turned around, and his hands came out. He stood in advance before a meal. He had already taken four celadon tea cups in his hand, put them together with the original three on the table, and lined up in a row. He poured the cups of tea and cups of tea on the ground, and then picked up a teapot.
At this moment, only a clanging sound was heard. Mu Yanding had already chased after him, but he saw Wen Yuan sitting on the mat, holding a pot of tea, pouring one cup, and another cup, and even ignored Mu Yanding's arrival.
Mu Yanding was slightly surprised, suspicious, and did not attack rashly, saying: What are you doing? Wen Yuan had already poured out seven cups of tea, put down the teapot, and said with a smile: Senior Mu has amazing magical skills. Juniors need to make some arrangements, otherwise they can't afford Senior Mu. Please make another move!
At this time, Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang and others heard the strange sound, and they all rushed in from the front door, and suddenly attacked from the front and back. Seeing Wen Yuan sitting leisurely, they were surprised that Mu Yanding didn't know what the mystery was in his cup, so he was not anxious to move forward and said: OK, then stand up and take a few more moves from me. Wen Yuan smiled slightly, picked up a pair of chopsticks in his right hand, stood up, and said: Please!
Mu Yanding saw him holding the chopsticks in his hand and thought to himself: This kid doesn't know what tricks he has to do. One finger is wrong, and the five-tone fingers are blinking again, as if thousands of troops are coming from the ground.
Sikong Ba and others were afraid of being affected, and were about to withdraw. Suddenly, they heard a few light sounds of ding, dang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, and clang. Wen Yuan held a chopstick in each hand and knocked on the teacup several times. The sound was filled with the sound of iron finger rings hitting the iron finger ring, which was pleasant and pleasant, greatly reducing the sound of killing like swords, guns, swords and halberds. The two sounds were intertwined seamlessly, and they were touching. The strange sounds that were originally hurting people were invisible, but they were indescribable at this time were indescribable.
Mu Yanding was shocked, his fingering was chaotic, and then he calmed down. His index fingers were intertwined, and the iron rings hit one after another, clanging and clanging, containing superior internal force, which only shocked the plates and bowls on the mat and the fingers were so powerful. It can also be seen that Mu Yanding's internal skills were indeed extraordinary, but Wen Yuan calmed down. Two chopsticks flew lightly between the seven tea cups, whirling and knocking, and each sound fell to the shocking remnant of the iron ring, cleverly ups and downs, and lifted the heavy weight easily, and brought a powerful and sharp sound over the past.
These chopsticks are made of wood. The soft and clear sounds on the porcelain cup are the seven tea cups that are knocked on. The sounds are different, like the seven strings of the guqin. Wen Yuan knocks them with his hands and do whatever he wants. It is ordinary, but the chopsticks and tea cups produce five tones and twelve rules for no reason and the stimulation between the ten fingers of Mu Yan Ding is far inferior, but the sound is worse than the clear and elegant. At the end of the water, clouds rise again, and continuous. The wooden chopsticks and porcelain cups seem to be inlaid with pearls in the waves of the gold and iron sound of Mu Yan Ding. It is peaceful and makes people feel relaxed and happy. Where can they be as powerful as the five tones and fingers?
As a result, the situation suddenly changed. Wen Yuan waved his chopsticks and hit the cup, leisurely and freely, but Mu Yanding looked serious, and sweat dripped down his forehead. Although the stern sounded loudly on his finger, it was obviously impossible to be able to do so. This hurt Wen Yuan Sikongba secretly surprised and thought to himself: This kid is indeed not simple, it seems that Old Man Mu may not be able to win steadily.
In terms of real martial arts, although Wen Yuan has realized the wonderful truth in the seven-stringed zither of Wen Wu, after all, it is not as deep as Mu Yanding's internal skills for decades, but at this time, the music is fighting, and Mu Yanding is not as good as Wen Yuan's seven. In the tea cup, Wen Yuan each injects tea of different depths. When he hits, the sound is different. He did not buy a piano when he first learned music when he was young. He used chopsticks to hit the cup and bowl to make fun of it. Over time, he figured out this set of skills, but he never thought that he would use this technique to use martial arts one day. At this time, he was very good at music and his tapping technique was even more handy. The wooden chopsticks contained mysterious skills. After one knock, he could also affect Mu Yanding's internal energy, and win by skillfully winning, and gradually turned around.
Every time Mu Yanding intersects with his fingers, he uses great internal strength. His fingers feel a little sore and numb, but there is no inappropriateness in Wenyuan. Instead, he is gradually influenced by the tune of Wenyuan's knocking on the cup, and it is difficult to continue to maintain the powerful sound waves. He becomes more tired and more frightened as he fights. The more he feels, he is: Miss Ziyuan guides me on the principle of playing the piano that day, and I have learned a higher understanding in the piano learning. The skill of playing the five-tone fingers is even more refined. How can he not fight against this Wenyuan? His internal strength is not as good as mine, so why can he withstand it? There is no reason, no reason!
Seeing that Mu Yanding's hand was getting stronger and his eyes were covered with bloodshots, Wen Yuan knew that he had supported him for a while, and thought to himself: It seems that he could break with just a cup of tea, and the five-tone fingers snapped. At this time, suddenly the true energy in his chest was slightly turbid, and the true power on the chopsticks was insufficient, and he almost lost the advantage. He quickly increased his internal strength and stabilized the melody. He was secretly surprised: No, he just got his fierce move. It seems that he was really injured. I am afraid that the internal strength will be weak. Is it because of Shan Jiuren, and I have failed. I am not enough to support him until I defeat him?
Just as hesitated, Mu Yanding suddenly shouted loudly, clamped his palms together, and gathered with his ten fingers. The iron rings shook out like a shocking thunderous sound. Mixed the whistle, he raised his body and clasped his fists to strike Wenyuan. This blow was Mu Yanding's force that he could do his best. He realized that the rhythm could no longer beat Wenyuan. He was shocked and frustrated, and suddenly felt that the rhyme that Wenyuan played was slightly instable, and then a thought flashed: To defeat this kid, there was only this opportunity! Seize the opportunity and use this move Huang Zhong Shuqi, who was burning with both hands, and he focused his life's skills. After the shocking shock, the ten iron rings broke and shattered at the same time. The sound of the fist wind rolled several feet, pressing Wenyuan's central palace.
The sound made everyone's eardrums burst into tears. Sikong Ba's face changed and he was about to withdraw in a hurry. He was only halfway through, and suddenly his feet were unstable and fell to the ground. Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan and the rest of them also fell and fell down.
Wen Yuan was facing the front, and he felt his breathing was not smooth. He was already on the door. In shock, he had only one idea in his mind: If you want to save Ziyuan, you can't lose! As soon as the thought arose, the force of the fist came to him, there was no room for dodging.
At this moment, Wen Yuan tapped the wooden chopsticks with his right hand, and a teacup flew out straight, hitting Mu Yanding's fists. The cup was attached to the Nine-turn mysterious skill internal strength, but no drop of tea was sprinkled. Mu Yanding rushed forward. His eyes widened, and he let out a long roar. His ten fingers clasped his fists bounced outwards. His fingers were like a shell, and a sound of bang. The teacup had shaken into countless pieces of porcelain halfway, mixed with a wave of teafighting back.
Wen Yuan heard these sounds, and there was a chaotic turmoil in his meridians. The true energy was turbulent and it was hard to control himself. He was even more shocked: My skills have reached the extreme? Why can't I control it at all? At this time, he had no time to think about it. He waved his chopsticks in a row, and six teacups flew out in a row, and they divided the Mu Yanding up and down, but after a rush of ping-pong, all of them were shattered by the internal force of the blink of an eye. The water splashed together and the porcelain pieces flew away.
Wen Yuan heard the sound, and his qi was tumbling even more. He loosened his hands and could no longer hold the chopsticks. He felt that Mu Yanding's fingers were unstoppable. Suddenly, a stream of true energy rushed up from his dantian, flowing all over his body, gathered with his palms, and then his body was empty and weak.
At this time, Huang Zhong's power had arrived. The first finger force shot on Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan suddenly felt a fierce force invading the meridians. The blood leaped, and it seemed that the sound could be heard immediately followed by the second, third, fourth... A series of sharp finger force hit the body. Wen Yuan felt that the sound was clearer and more audible, but his body was also about to tear and smash
In an instant, Wen Yuan's eyes went black, and countless sounds were turning in his ears. Little Murong's soft words before boarding the boat, the surging waves, the surging iron rings, the wooden chopsticks hit the cup, Mu Yanding's violent shouting, the sound of Sikong Ba and others falling to the ground, the tea cup was broken, the splashes scattered, and even when he was hit hard by the true qi, the reactions of the meridian bones and internal muscles in his body, various sounds followed one after another, lingering in his ears, some were nice and some were ugly, but they had to listen, and they could not be removed.
Wenyuan's mind was spinning, and he didn't know which sound to hear was suddenly heard. A pipa string sound rang out in his ears. It was unique in the world. Only purple fence could play it. It was like a sound like a heavenly sound. Wenyuan heard a sound, and all the sounds disappeared in his ears. He heard another sound, his hands were slightly raised, and he heard another sound. Wenyuan suddenly felt refreshed and felt the rhythm of blood circulation. He mastered the rhythm of the control of true energy. He felt the sound of the sound of the zither. He waved his hands at will. A zither sound sounded in the air.
He was shocked: I didn't really play the piano, where did the sound of the piano come from? Suddenly, my mind woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mu Yanding lying on the ground, quietly moving, his hands were covered in blood, and his ten fingers turned his head again. Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan and others all fainted on the ground. Wu Yi moved a little and Wen Yuan was surprised and inexplicably. Looking at Mu Yanding, he thought to himself: Why are they all falling down? Sikong Ba and the others were shocked by this surname Mu, but... why did he fall too?
He was stunned. When he raised his internal energy, a breath flowed leisurely, and his whole body was comfortable, like a bath of nectar, without any damage. Instead, he felt more energetic, light and healthy, as if he had been reborn.
Wen Yuan looked down at his hands, and suddenly realized that he had already confirmed the martial arts of the seven-stringed lyrics of the Wenwu.
Although Wen Yuan had already known the secrets of practicing internal skills by borrowing the 7-stringed lyrics in Wenwu, it was only helpful for him to make progress. He learned it, but he had not yet used it properly. He had learned it by nature. The external skills he had learned from the 7-stringed lyrics in Wenwu than internal skills. Swordsmanship, palms, and light skills have mastered the ultimate subtle essence, but he always understood the internal skills and had not yet truly applied what he had learned.
Internal strength can be said to be the key to the advancement of martial arts. Wen Yuan has not received any guidance. Although he has learned many mysteries from the seven-stringed lyrics of the civil and martial arts, he has failed to trigger the battle between Zhuo and Mu Yanding in his internal strength for the first time. Mu Yanding's five-tone fingers are not in line with the seven-stringed lyrics of the civil and martial arts, but after a series of internal strength, Wen Yuan has personally experienced a communication between music and martial arts, and suddenly has a sense of broad vision.
The four seasons alternate, the sun and the moon move, and even the world and all things have their own rules. People are no exception. What Wen Yuan has experienced is the wonderful method of controlling the breathing and breathing of the human body, and the various rules of muscles, bones and veins. This is a higher level than his use of the strings of the seven-stringed lyre of the civil and military harem to stimulate internal strength in order to improve and benefit.
In this duel of life and death, Wen Yuan instinctively counterattacked at the last moment, and understood the rhythm of Mu Yanding's finger power. He pushed it out from his palms and returned with great force, shattering Mu Yanding's bones on both palms and also decided on the victory or defeat. Although Wen Yuan was injured first, it was not serious. Mu Yanding suffered an unparalleled severe injury. If it weren't for his strong internal strength, he would have been destroyed by his own Huang Zhong's fierce move.
Wen Yuan looked back around and saw that everyone on the boat was dizzy, thinking: What should these people do? Senior Mu seemed to respect Zi Yuan very much, and he would not hurt his life for the time being. As soon as Zi Yuan thought of Zi Yuan, he remembered: Is it true or an illusion that I heard Zi Yuan's pipa just now? For a moment, I couldn't tell it.
After pondering, Sikong Ba and others lit the acupoints one by one, so as not to wake up and cause trouble again. Then he walked out of the cabin and thought about whether Ziyuan was really awake.
Walking to the deck, I saw a few sailors lying on the ground, which shocked Mu Yanding. I thought he was eager to win, but he didn't consider that many people on the boat were not as good as him. He looked around casually and suddenly saw a four-sail boat slowly approaching from the south. The first sail was embroidered with a big filament, the second sail was embroidered with a filament, the third sail was embroidered with another filament, and the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the second one was embroidered with a filament.
Wen Yuan, a boat that anyone in the martial arts world knows who it is, gave a sigh of relief and said to himself: Go ahead, come again, it seems that they are coming to this boat. After thinking for a moment, they immediately ran down the bottom cabin.
As soon as he fought, he suffered a great loss. Wen Yuan did not dare to distract himself. He was secretly motivated and wanted to play the fingers of the five-tone
The thunderous tone was in opposition, and suddenly I thought: The resistance of single internal power is just repeating the same mistake. The power of this kung fu is in the sound of iron rings. The way to crack it should be here.
The reason why Mu Yanding's five-tone fingers is amazing is not only the internal force that is permeated by the sound, but its abrupt rhythm. Each sound is like a sharp blade, which blocks the circulation of qi and blood in the veins. When it is exerted to the extreme, it can completely disrupt the other party's heartbeat, muscles, breathing of hands and feet, and all rhythms of the human body are abnormal, so you can only wait for death.
Wen Yuan is deeply aware of the rhyme, and understands the mystery of the musical melody, which is enough to affect people's mood, thoughts, and behavior. At this time, he faced Mu Yanding's five-tone fingers. Although he was injured, a response flashed through his mind. He immediately retreated and rushed to the back door of the bottom cabin. He shattered the door with his palm and ran out.
Mu Yanding shouted: Where to go? With the internal force raised, his body movement was as fast as a meteor arrow. He chased Wen Yuan, holding and putting his five fingers in his right hand, and a series of clang sounds. The five fingers bounced out of Wen Yuan's feet, and his body was lifted up and went to the deck. Mu Yanding's five fingers bounced into Wen Yuan and then rushed into the upper cabin from the back door. Sikong Ba and others were still waiting at the front door of the bottom cabin. There were only a few women in the cabin. When they saw Wen Yuan breaking in, they exclaimed and retreated.
Wen Yuan ignored it, turned around, and his hands came out. He stood in advance before a meal. He had already taken four celadon tea cups in his hand, put them together with the original three on the table, and lined up in a row. He poured the cups of tea and cups of tea on the ground, and then picked up a teapot.
At this moment, only a clanging sound was heard. Mu Yanding had already chased after him, but he saw Wen Yuan sitting on the mat, holding a pot of tea, pouring one cup, and another cup, and even ignored Mu Yanding's arrival.
Mu Yanding was slightly surprised, suspicious, and did not attack rashly, saying: What are you doing? Wen Yuan had already poured out seven cups of tea, put down the teapot, and said with a smile: Senior Mu has amazing magical skills. Juniors need to make some arrangements, otherwise they can't afford Senior Mu. Please make another move!
At this time, Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang and others heard the strange sound, and they all rushed in from the front door, and suddenly attacked from the front and back. Seeing Wen Yuan sitting leisurely, they were surprised that Mu Yanding didn't know what the mystery was in his cup, so he was not anxious to move forward and said: OK, then stand up and take a few more moves from me. Wen Yuan smiled slightly, picked up a pair of chopsticks in his right hand, stood up, and said: Please!
Mu Yanding saw him holding the chopsticks in his hand and thought to himself: This kid doesn't know what tricks he has to do. One finger is wrong, and the five-tone fingers are blinking again, as if thousands of troops are coming from the ground.
Sikong Ba and others were afraid of being affected, and were about to withdraw. Suddenly, they heard a few light sounds of ding, dang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, and clang. Wen Yuan held a chopstick in each hand and knocked on the teacup several times. The sound was filled with the sound of iron finger rings hitting the iron finger ring, which was pleasant and pleasant, greatly reducing the sound of killing like swords, guns, swords and halberds. The two sounds were intertwined seamlessly, and they were touching. The strange sounds that were originally hurting people were invisible, but they were indescribable at this time were indescribable.
Mu Yanding was shocked, his fingering was chaotic, and then he calmed down. His index fingers were intertwined, and the iron rings hit one after another, clanging and clanging, containing superior internal force, which only shocked the plates and bowls on the mat and the fingers were so powerful. It can also be seen that Mu Yanding's internal skills were indeed extraordinary, but Wen Yuan calmed down. Two chopsticks flew lightly between the seven tea cups, whirling and knocking, and each sound fell to the shocking remnant of the iron ring, cleverly ups and downs, and lifted the heavy weight easily, and brought a powerful and sharp sound over the past.
These chopsticks are made of wood. The soft and clear sounds on the porcelain cup are the seven tea cups that are knocked on. The sounds are different, like the seven strings of the guqin. Wen Yuan knocks them with his hands and do whatever he wants. It is ordinary, but the chopsticks and tea cups produce five tones and twelve rules for no reason and the stimulation between the ten fingers of Mu Yan Ding is far inferior, but the sound is worse than the clear and elegant. At the end of the water, clouds rise again, and continuous. The wooden chopsticks and porcelain cups seem to be inlaid with pearls in the waves of the gold and iron sound of Mu Yan Ding. It is peaceful and makes people feel relaxed and happy. Where can they be as powerful as the five tones and fingers?
As a result, the situation suddenly changed. Wen Yuan waved his chopsticks and hit the cup, leisurely and freely, but Mu Yanding looked serious, and sweat dripped down his forehead. Although the stern sounded loudly on his finger, it was obviously impossible to be able to do so. This hurt Wen Yuan Sikongba secretly surprised and thought to himself: This kid is indeed not simple, it seems that Old Man Mu may not be able to win steadily.
In terms of real martial arts, although Wen Yuan has realized the wonderful truth in the seven-stringed zither of Wen Wu, after all, it is not as deep as Mu Yanding's internal skills for decades, but at this time, the music is fighting, and Mu Yanding is not as good as Wen Yuan's seven. In the tea cup, Wen Yuan each injects tea of different depths. When he hits, the sound is different. He did not buy a piano when he first learned music when he was young. He used chopsticks to hit the cup and bowl to make fun of it. Over time, he figured out this set of skills, but he never thought that he would use this technique to use martial arts one day. At this time, he was very good at music and his tapping technique was even more handy. The wooden chopsticks contained mysterious skills. After one knock, he could also affect Mu Yanding's internal energy, and win by skillfully winning, and gradually turned around.
Every time Mu Yanding intersects with his fingers, he uses great internal strength. His fingers feel a little sore and numb, but there is no inappropriateness in Wenyuan. Instead, he is gradually influenced by the tune of Wenyuan's knocking on the cup, and it is difficult to continue to maintain the powerful sound waves. He becomes more tired and more frightened as he fights. The more he feels, he is: Miss Ziyuan guides me on the principle of playing the piano that day, and I have learned a higher understanding in the piano learning. The skill of playing the five-tone fingers is even more refined. How can he not fight against this Wenyuan? His internal strength is not as good as mine, so why can he withstand it? There is no reason, no reason!
Seeing that Mu Yanding's hand was getting stronger and his eyes were covered with bloodshots, Wen Yuan knew that he had supported him for a while, and thought to himself: It seems that he could break with just a cup of tea, and the five-tone fingers snapped. At this time, suddenly the true energy in his chest was slightly turbid, and the true power on the chopsticks was insufficient, and he almost lost the advantage. He quickly increased his internal strength and stabilized the melody. He was secretly surprised: No, he just got his fierce move. It seems that he was really injured. I am afraid that the internal strength will be weak. Is it because of Shan Jiuren, and I have failed. I am not enough to support him until I defeat him?
Just as hesitated, Mu Yanding suddenly shouted loudly, clamped his palms together, and gathered with his ten fingers. The iron rings shook out like a shocking thunderous sound. Mixed the whistle, he raised his body and clasped his fists to strike Wenyuan. This blow was Mu Yanding's force that he could do his best. He realized that the rhythm could no longer beat Wenyuan. He was shocked and frustrated, and suddenly felt that the rhyme that Wenyuan played was slightly instable, and then a thought flashed: To defeat this kid, there was only this opportunity! Seize the opportunity and use this move Huang Zhong Shuqi, who was burning with both hands, and he focused his life's skills. After the shocking shock, the ten iron rings broke and shattered at the same time. The sound of the fist wind rolled several feet, pressing Wenyuan's central palace.
The sound made everyone's eardrums burst into tears. Sikong Ba's face changed and he was about to withdraw in a hurry. He was only halfway through, and suddenly his feet were unstable and fell to the ground. Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan and the rest of them also fell and fell down.
Wen Yuan was facing the front, and he felt his breathing was not smooth. He was already on the door. In shock, he had only one idea in his mind: If you want to save Ziyuan, you can't lose! As soon as the thought arose, the force of the fist came to him, there was no room for dodging.
At this moment, Wen Yuan tapped the wooden chopsticks with his right hand, and a teacup flew out straight, hitting Mu Yanding's fists. The cup was attached to the Nine-turn mysterious skill internal strength, but no drop of tea was sprinkled. Mu Yanding rushed forward. His eyes widened, and he let out a long roar. His ten fingers clasped his fists bounced outwards. His fingers were like a shell, and a sound of bang. The teacup had shaken into countless pieces of porcelain halfway, mixed with a wave of teafighting back.
Wen Yuan heard these sounds, and there was a chaotic turmoil in his meridians. The true energy was turbulent and it was hard to control himself. He was even more shocked: My skills have reached the extreme? Why can't I control it at all? At this time, he had no time to think about it. He waved his chopsticks in a row, and six teacups flew out in a row, and they divided the Mu Yanding up and down, but after a rush of ping-pong, all of them were shattered by the internal force of the blink of an eye. The water splashed together and the porcelain pieces flew away.
Wen Yuan heard the sound, and his qi was tumbling even more. He loosened his hands and could no longer hold the chopsticks. He felt that Mu Yanding's fingers were unstoppable. Suddenly, a stream of true energy rushed up from his dantian, flowing all over his body, gathered with his palms, and then his body was empty and weak.
At this time, Huang Zhong's power had arrived. The first finger force shot on Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan suddenly felt a fierce force invading the meridians. The blood leaped, and it seemed that the sound could be heard immediately followed by the second, third, fourth... A series of sharp finger force hit the body. Wen Yuan felt that the sound was clearer and more audible, but his body was also about to tear and smash
In an instant, Wen Yuan's eyes went black, and countless sounds were turning in his ears. Little Murong's soft words before boarding the boat, the surging waves, the surging iron rings, the wooden chopsticks hit the cup, Mu Yanding's violent shouting, the sound of Sikong Ba and others falling to the ground, the tea cup was broken, the splashes scattered, and even when he was hit hard by the true qi, the reactions of the meridian bones and internal muscles in his body, various sounds followed one after another, lingering in his ears, some were nice and some were ugly, but they had to listen, and they could not be removed.
Wenyuan's mind was spinning, and he didn't know which sound to hear was suddenly heard. A pipa string sound rang out in his ears. It was unique in the world. Only purple fence could play it. It was like a sound like a heavenly sound. Wenyuan heard a sound, and all the sounds disappeared in his ears. He heard another sound, his hands were slightly raised, and he heard another sound. Wenyuan suddenly felt refreshed and felt the rhythm of blood circulation. He mastered the rhythm of the control of true energy. He felt the sound of the sound of the zither. He waved his hands at will. A zither sound sounded in the air.
He was shocked: I didn't really play the piano, where did the sound of the piano come from? Suddenly, my mind woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mu Yanding lying on the ground, quietly moving, his hands were covered in blood, and his ten fingers turned his head again. Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan and others all fainted on the ground. Wu Yi moved a little and Wen Yuan was surprised and inexplicably. Looking at Mu Yanding, he thought to himself: Why are they all falling down? Sikong Ba and the others were shocked by this surname Mu, but... why did he fall too?
He was stunned. When he raised his internal energy, a breath flowed leisurely, and his whole body was comfortable, like a bath of nectar, without any damage. Instead, he felt more energetic, light and healthy, as if he had been reborn.
Wen Yuan looked down at his hands, and suddenly realized that he had already confirmed the martial arts of the seven-stringed lyrics of the Wenwu.
Although Wen Yuan had already known the secrets of practicing internal skills by borrowing the 7-stringed lyrics in Wenwu, it was only helpful for him to make progress. He learned it, but he had not yet used it properly. He had learned it by nature. The external skills he had learned from the 7-stringed lyrics in Wenwu than internal skills. Swordsmanship, palms, and light skills have mastered the ultimate subtle essence, but he always understood the internal skills and had not yet truly applied what he had learned.
Internal strength can be said to be the key to the advancement of martial arts. Wen Yuan has not received any guidance. Although he has learned many mysteries from the seven-stringed lyrics of the civil and martial arts, he has failed to trigger the battle between Zhuo and Mu Yanding in his internal strength for the first time. Mu Yanding's five-tone fingers are not in line with the seven-stringed lyrics of the civil and martial arts, but after a series of internal strength, Wen Yuan has personally experienced a communication between music and martial arts, and suddenly has a sense of broad vision.
The four seasons alternate, the sun and the moon move, and even the world and all things have their own rules. People are no exception. What Wen Yuan has experienced is the wonderful method of controlling the breathing and breathing of the human body, and the various rules of muscles, bones and veins. This is a higher level than his use of the strings of the seven-stringed lyre of the civil and military harem to stimulate internal strength in order to improve and benefit.
In this duel of life and death, Wen Yuan instinctively counterattacked at the last moment, and understood the rhythm of Mu Yanding's finger power. He pushed it out from his palms and returned with great force, shattering Mu Yanding's bones on both palms and also decided on the victory or defeat. Although Wen Yuan was injured first, it was not serious. Mu Yanding suffered an unparalleled severe injury. If it weren't for his strong internal strength, he would have been destroyed by his own Huang Zhong's fierce move.
Wen Yuan looked back around and saw that everyone on the boat was dizzy, thinking: What should these people do? Senior Mu seemed to respect Zi Yuan very much, and he would not hurt his life for the time being. As soon as Zi Yuan thought of Zi Yuan, he remembered: Is it true or an illusion that I heard Zi Yuan's pipa just now? For a moment, I couldn't tell it.
After pondering, Sikong Ba and others lit the acupoints one by one, so as not to wake up and cause trouble again. Then he walked out of the cabin and thought about whether Ziyuan was really awake.
Walking to the deck, I saw a few sailors lying on the ground, which shocked Mu Yanding. I thought he was eager to win, but he didn't consider that many people on the boat were not as good as him. He looked around casually and suddenly saw a four-sail boat slowly approaching from the south. The first sail was embroidered with a big filament, the second sail was embroidered with a filament, the third sail was embroidered with another filament, and the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the last one was embroidered with a filament, the second one was embroidered with a filament.
Wen Yuan, a boat that anyone in the martial arts world knows who it is, gave a sigh of relief and said to himself: Go ahead, come again, it seems that they are coming to this boat. After thinking for a moment, they immediately ran down the bottom cabin.
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