Chapter 217

Liao Jinzhong squinted at Xu Qing. Just as the atmosphere between the two was subtle, the old eunuch who had been silent suddenly laughed out loud.

"Little guy, you're not very old. Judging by your voice, you should have just reached adulthood not long ago, but your tone is not small."

"You don't think that because you know some pugilistic tricks, you've touched the threshold of the Heavenly Human realm, do you?"

Liao Jinzhong pinched his orchid fingers and laughed until he shook. Seeing the other party's appearance, Xu Qing finally knew who Zhang Jun had learned it from.

Following the leader, this group of eunuchs didn't know where they learned this set of things in which flower house—effeminate, without a bit of masculine spirit.

Although Xu Qing used to apply powder and rouge, his style of doing things didn't have a bit of coyness, unlike Liao Jinzhong, who was like an old woman with bound feet.

"Eunuch Liao, body, hair, and skin are received from parents. Does your mother know that you cut off two taels of meat?"

Xu Qing's tone was gloomy. As he spoke, he reached back and touched something, pulling out a mourning stick from nowhere.

"Presumptuous!" Liao Jinzhong's face turned red and his neck thick. The mind that had finally calmed down was broken by Xu Qing's words again.

"I was sold into the palace when I was young. Although I have no father or mother, I still have Heaven, Earth, Ruler, and Kin. With the imperial yellow jacket, even the civil and military officials have to give me three points of courtesy when they see me!"

"Do you know what the current Crown Prince, the future successor, calls me in private? 'Foster Father'!" Every time Liao Jinzhong said a word, his momentum rose a notch. When the last sentence fell, even Xu Qing felt the aura emitted by a Grandmaster in his peak state!

"So it's an orphan. No wonder no mother loves you."

"..."

With just one short sentence, the momentum that Liao Duzhu had accumulated was like a deflated ball, disappearing in an instant.

"I will tear your mouth apart!" Eunuch Liao's eyes looked like he wanted to kill, and his raised orchid fingers were shaking like a sieve!

Xu Qing looked at those orchid fingers and inexplicably felt they were familiar. How did it seem like he had done this action too?

Illusion, it must be an illusion!

On the mast dozens of feet above the deck, Liao Duzhu's hair danced, and his gold-embroidered python robe billowed.

Xu Qing only heard a loud boom, and the mast dozens of feet high exploded from top to bottom.

A tigress showing her power is truly terrifying!

In the kitchen's charcoal room, the two little immortals in the birdcage huddled together, shivering. Under the cabin, Ji Ruinian held the fainted Second Master Feng, not daring to move. In front of them, a dozen "Chang" generals were crowding into the small bottom cabin, surrounding the two tightly.

On the deck, the southern barbarian Nuo master, carrying all kinds of colorful trinkets, was kneeling on the ground and wailing.

The Demon-Hunting Captain and Daoist He Yi turned a blind eye, only focusing their eyes on Xu Qing and Liao Duzhu.

A battle between Grandmasters is rare in a hundred years. Perhaps the opportunity to advance to Grandmaster lies in the two of them...

The Demon-Hunting Captain was eager to move.

Li He Yi's gaze remained fixed on Xu Qing.

Although the Celestial Master's Mansion has the Celestial Master's inheritance, it has always been accessible only to the Seven Sons of Xuanji, descendants with the Celestial Master's bloodline, or the so-called reincarnated spirit children. Someone like him, who has the heart to cultivate but can only do dirty and tiring work, probably has no qualification to touch the true Celestial Master's inheritance.

If Xu Qing is truly as he thinks, not a Grandmaster but a practitioner with other external inheritances, then...

The two had different thoughts, one for the sake of further advancement in his official career, the other refusing to leave for the sake of seizing good fortune.

But without exception, both of their hearts were filled with greed, anger, and ignorance.

When the southern barbarian Nuo master crawled to the two and made them feel truly annoyed, the Demon-Hunting Captain said: "Daoist Li, your Celestial Master Dao is good at alchemy and medicine. Why not take a detoxifying prescription and detoxify him, so as not to be noisy."

"Useless! This person is a Nuo master from the south. When it comes to using poison and detoxifying, I'm afraid no one in the entire capital and Jinmen area is as powerful as him. If you want to blame someone, blame him for not having seen the world and insisting on eating that snake liver and phoenix marrow."

Just as Li He Yi finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the Demon-Hunting Captain pulling out his Demon-Slaying Treasure Sword and stabbing it at the southern barbarian Nuo master who was asking him for help.

"You..." Even Li He Yi, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but frown.

The Demon-Hunting Captain pulled out his Demon-Slaying Sword, and the hot blood instantly stained the deck red.

His goal was clear. He reached out and untied the foot-long curved sword from the southern barbarian Nuo master's waist, then pulled it out two inches. The chilling light seemed to be able to condense frost.

"Good sword!"

Putting the curved sword into his pocket, the Demon-Hunting Captain stood up and turned to look at Li He Yi, who was frowning.

"The Superintendent is in a life-and-death battle and must not be distracted. Moreover, this person has already been poisoned by a strange poison and has no possibility of survival. I gave him a quick end, which is also to let him be relieved sooner." Li He Yi moved his steps further away, obviously dissatisfied with the Demon-Hunting Captain's explanation.

The blood splashed by that person was bright red. Besides having abdominal pain, there were no signs of poisoning at all. But this Demon-Hunting Captain killed him on the spot. Such vicious means were even worse than demons and monsters.

At this time, on the towering vessel.

Xu Qing frowned and flew back toward the river surface.

The towering vessel in front of him was too fragile. He was afraid that if he used a little too much force, it would affect Second Master Feng and the others hiding in the ship.

Even if it didn't affect them, exposing their location would ultimately be bad.

Seeing Xu Qing retreat, Liao Jinzhong, who had been unsure in his heart, instantly felt confident.

"Bluffing. You are just a hard-training Grandmaster, and what I fear least is hard-training kung fu!"

Liao Jinzhong floated in the air, his robes fluttering. In an instant, he struck out dozens of sword shadows and palm shadows toward Xu Qing.

Xu Qing felt it was familiar. Wasn't this the Bone-Melting Palm and Bone-Eroding Sword that Lou Xiaowu used back then!

It's just that when Lou Xiaowu performed sword techniques, he had to use a precious sword to borrow the shape of a weapon, while Liao Jinzhong could use his fingers as a sword. This ability to transform Qi into a sword and drive it freely could only be possessed by a Grandmaster.

Eunuch Liao's movement technique was special. Although Xu Qing dodged most of the attacks, he still needed to block some of them at close range.

The Bone-Melting Palm technique used tricky force, specifically countering hard-training martial artists, and could break a person's bones, flesh, and tendons through the skin. The Bone-Eroding Sword technique was an evil art that specifically attacked the stripping of flesh and blood. Combined with the sword formula, it could cut out a thousand sword Qi in an instant, stripping the flesh and leaving the bones, leaving only a white skeleton.

However, when Liao Jinzhong's Bone-Melting Palm was about to land on Xu Qing, he found that Xu Qing also freed up a palm, and the palm technique used to counter it was also exceptionally familiar.

When the two palms met, Liao Jinzhong's whole body shook.

Before he could react, Xu Qing used his own way to treat him, and the continuous palm shadows forced Liao Jinzhong to retreat step by step.

"Bone-Melting Palm?" Liao Jinzhong showed shock in his eyes: "How do you know this palm technique?"

Xu Qing smiled lightly, raised his mourning stick with one hand, and immediately borrowed the mourning staff in his hand to shake out a thousand sword shadows.

"Bone-Eroding Sword technique! What exactly did you do to little Wu!"

Liao Jinzhong was shocked and angry.

In the old eunuch's eyes, Xu Qing must have tortured Lou Xiaowu inhumanly, otherwise, how could his foster son have revealed this unique skill?

Xu Qing seemed to see Liao Jinzhong's thoughts. He sneered, put away his sword momentum, and said: "These low-level things, do you think I care for them? If it weren't for your good foster son insisting on stuffing them to me, would I care?"

Xu Qing was killing the heart.

"Shut up!" Liao Jinzhong broke his voice again. This person's mouth was too damaging; he shouldn't have given the other party any chance to speak.

Moving to Xu Qing's side, a Grandmaster who could jump a hundred feet between jumps on the river surface was truly faster than an arrow off a string!

Xu Qing swallowed a mouthful of Yin Qi, his chest visibly bulging. The moment Liao Jinzhong's figure disappeared from its original position, a zombie roar shattered ten miles of river waves.

Eunuch Liao didn't expect Xu Qing to have this hidden hand, and his whole brain was buzzing.

Blood was already overflowing from his ears.

Protective Qi can protect against external force, but it cannot stop sound.

Before Eunuch Liao could recover, the mourning stick in Xu Qing's hand, mixed with various martial arts, hit him directly on the head.

Ten-Step Momentum Slashing Technique, Five-Tiger Gate-Breaking Spear, Grand Void Dragon-Wandering Staff, Wind and Thunder Nine-Shadow Whip...

Xu Qing himself had a great time, but when the mourning stick hit Liao Jinzhong, there was no feedback.

Xu Qing only then realized that this eunuch was an orphan. How could he perceive the greatness of maternal love?

"Who exactly are you? Why do you know so many pugilistic unique skills?"

Xu Qing shook his head, somewhat disappointed, and somewhat relieved.

"Eunuch Liao, I already know what a Grandmaster looks like. Next..."

Putting away the mourning stick, Xu Qing's momentum climbed step by step. The water waves within a twenty-mile radius of the Baisha River all rolled and boiled. Those ships that came to support, no matter how they sailed, could not get close to the range within twenty miles.

"Next, there is no martial Dao, only Daoist arts. Eunuch, are you ready?"

(End of chapter)