Chapter 6: Oh, is that so? Unfortunately, I don't believe it

Zhuang Buran raised his brows. He didn't express anything about Peng Lianhu's words about wanting to change his ways, but looked at Lingzhi Shangren with interest, saying with great interest:

"You big lama, do you eat meat or are you a vegetarian?"

Lingzhi Shangren stood up slowly. The moment he put his hands together, Peng Lianhu suddenly roared:

"Still not moving!"

His hands turned into afterimages, and he threw countless hidden weapons at all the deadly acupoints on Zhuang Buran's body.

But Zhuang Buran seemed to have noticed it long ago, turned in the air, leaped forward and backward, left and right, and easily dodged the hidden weapons.

Lingzhi Shangren withdrew his palms and took the opportunity to use his most skilled "Great Hand Seal." Relying on his profound palm power attainments and the poison on his hands, he didn't believe he couldn't break the hard skill of this green-robed youth.

He slapped his palm out, following a gust of wind, but didn't know why it missed. He saw Zhuang Buran didn't even look over, tilted his body and took a step, coincidentally making him miss.

Lingzhi Shangren didn't believe in evil, used both palms, and chased after him one after another. But Zhuang Buran only tilted up, down left, and crossed, making him like a mouse teased by a cat, playfully toyed with in the palm of his hand.

Peng Lianhu saw that the situation was not good, took a pair of iron judge's pens from his waist, leaped up and attacked Zhuang Buran, specifically hitting the weak points of the human body such as eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.

However, in the small space, every step Zhuang Buran took was in a place they didn't expect. It seemed that his left foot stepped out to the west, but when he stepped out, his body was already in the northeast corner, making the two of them always miss by a little, but every time they missed.

In seven or eight breaths, Zhuang Buran's body suddenly paused. Peng Lianhu and the other thought that the green-robed youth's practice finally had a gap, and they attacked together.

The two were one in front and one behind, one using a palm to strike the back, and one using the pen tip to stab the eyes directly.

Huang Rong, who was watching the battle on the side, saw Zhuang Buran suddenly encounter such a dangerous situation, and couldn't help but feel tight in her heart, wanting to come forward to help. But just as the palm wind and pen tip were about to reach him, the green-robed youth fell to the ground, his body rose again, and he came behind Peng Lianhu.

He chuckled:

"Come, let me give you a hand."

He pushed with his hand, and saw the palm force like a wave, passing forward heavily, making Peng Lianhu, who was originally preparing to withdraw his strength, stab forward uncontrollably.

And Lingzhi Shangren was about to withdraw his steps, his body suddenly shivered, and a clear voice came to his ears.

"The big lama's 'Poison Sand Palm' attainments are profound, how can you retreat!"

As the words fell, Lingzhi Shangren felt a brute force on his back, making his body uncontrollably bump forward.

The two didn't know they had been calculated. In this urgent moment, Peng Lianhu looked ferocious, relying on using weapons, which were longer than hands, simply went all out, stabbing directly at Lingzhi Shangren's eyes, so that he wouldn't be hit by the "Poison Sand Palm."

"Ah!"

Lingzhi Shangren let out a miserable cry, but was hard-heartedly stabbed blind by the judge's pen. The two of them did not lose their momentum, and Lingzhi Shangren also exerted his ruthless side.

Enduring the severe pain, his palm power was even stronger, and he printed a palm on Peng Lianhu's heart.

With two "bang bang" sounds, the two fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Only to see Lingzhi Shangren's head pierced by the judge's pen, without breath, Peng Lianhu vomited a lot of blood, paralyzed on the ground, his face turning black, clearly suffering from extremely serious internal injuries, plus the poison invading his heart pulse, only having the breath out and no breath in.

"Tsk tsk, it's really Jianghu is sinister, people's hearts are unpredictable. One is ruthless, letting the fellow Daoist die instead of the poor Daoist, and the other wants to pull one to be a cushion even if he dies."

Zhuang Buran shook his head and sighed:

"Such behavior really taught me a lesson. Among ten people who mix in the Jianghu, nine have black hearts."

"From now on, when dealing with enemies, I must not be as weak as just now, only knowing how to dodge. Wouldn't that only make the enemy more and more aggressive."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining people were speechless. The culprit who caused these two to die together had no face to say other people's hearts were black.

Especially Ouyang Ke, who really didn't know what the word "weak" had to do with this extremely fierce and ruthless green-robed youth.

"It's very strange, isn't it Wanyan Honglie and his son who invited these experts to the banquet? Why don't I see them?"

Zhuang Buran glanced at the front hall, and heard Huang Rong recount:

"When I was competing with these people, they left, fearing that I was some kind of assassin, and went to see the safety of the Zhao Wang consort."

"So that's it."

At this time, Ouyang Ke looked vigilant, his tone gentle:

"With your martial arts attainments, in a few years, you will be able to compare with the Five Greats, but now you are young after all, and cannot compare with others' years of hard practice. If you really like the name of the Eastern Heretic, why don't you join hands with my uncle."

"In this way, you will be able to achieve the name of the Eastern Heretic soon."

"Hahaha, achieve the name of the Eastern Heretic soon?"

Huang Rong couldn't help laughing, and then her mouth curled:

"Who knows if others are eager to give the name of the Eastern Heretic on their heads to him."

Ouyang Ke's pupils shook, recalling every move he had just fought with Huang Rong, and then looking at the faces of the green-robed youth and Huang Rong, he suddenly realized something.

He immediately changed his attitude, smiling:

"Are you two descendants of Peach Blossom Island? My Baituoshan has had a friendship with Peach Blossom Island for decades, and we are family friends. My uncle misses Senior Huang very much."

"Heh heh, shameless. Just now I don't know who wanted to join hands to deal with the Eastern Heretic." Huang Rong said sarcastically.

"Cut the crap. It's not impossible to let me not kill you." Zhuang Buran looked flat:

"If I spare your life, it counts as breaking my style of eliminating evil completely and killing them all. So, shouldn't you leave some life-buying money?"

Ouyang Ke's expression froze:

"What life-buying money?"

"I heard that the family-inherited 'Toad Technique' of Baituoshan is quite extraordinary." Zhuang Buran pointed out.

"Please don't joke, how can the martial arts of any sect in the Jianghu compare with the unique skills of Peach Blossom Island."

Ouyang Ke saw Zhuang Buran staring at him with deep eyes, paused, and smiled bitterly:

"'Toad Technique' pays attention to the way of accumulating strength. Therefore, the practice of internal energy is extremely difficult. If you practice it slightly wrong, you will inevitably suffer serious injuries, or even vomit blood and die."

"My internal energy is not enough. My uncle was deeply afraid that I would practice this skill and make mistakes, leading to serious injuries, so he didn't pass this skill to me."

"Oh, is that so? Unfortunately, I don't believe it."

Zhuang Buran didn't move, but once he moved, it was earth-shattering. His figure flashed, appearing in front of Ouyang Ke, and he threw a punch with immense force.

Ouyang Ke was caught off guard, instinctively using all his internal energy to take this punch.

But he found that the green-robed youth opposite, although young, had internal energy about a level higher than his own, with about thirty or forty years of extremely pure internal energy, and his fist force was extremely domineering, as if facing the surging waves of the vast sea.

"Bang!"

In a breath, Ouyang Ke was blown away, crashing heavily into the front hall.

Zhuang Buran only took a few steps and walked into the front hall, seeing Ouyang Ke lying on the ground coughing blood after smashing many tables and chairs.

"You are thirty-five or thirty-six years old, and your internal energy is gradually deepening. You tell me you haven't practiced 'Toad Technique.' Do you think I will believe it?"

"Cough, cough, cough, the facts are indeed so. My uncle did not pass this skill to me."

"If you were really such a piece of trash, with your uncle Ouyang Feng's temperament, you would definitely not have lived so comfortably."

Zhuang Buran sighed:

"Forget it, this is not a place to talk. Let's change a place and have a good chat. I believe you will be willing to tell the truth."

He stepped forward to seal Ouyang Ke's acupoints, knocked him unconscious, lifted him lightly, and just walked out of the front hall when Huang Rong came up:

"Did that old shameless fellow hide something from me? Why didn't he teach me such powerful boxing?"

"Guo Jing went to save the Mu family father and daughter. Now he has mostly succeeded. Do you still want to waste time here?" Zhuang Buran asked a question that didn't answer the question.

"Hmph."

When Huang Rong heard this, she glared viciously and leaped up, heading outside the mansion.

Zhuang Buran didn't know what he was thinking, carrying Ouyang Ke, following behind her.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 7 =====