Chapter 157
This is the tree on the general stage. I noticed that he and Captain Hai were whispering below. I realized that Lu Yanbei had chosen not to expose him and put the overall situation first, so this time he was asked to come on stage as a shill?
"The old man surnamed Qiao that Captain Hai found is a very good thief... He knew that I would cooperate with him in acting and lose at his hands, so that he could use it to set off his performance of "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" and Jinfa Wu Dao said this deliberately."
Chapter 185 This punch has a hundred years of skill (4k
Lu Yanbei frowned secretly, then stood up and walked step by step towards the martial arts field of the military camp under the gaze of everyone.
Lu Yanbei already disliked Qiao Mu, but he would still cooperate.
Facing the eager eyes of many people in the audience, he put away a trace of dissatisfaction in his heart and smiled:
"Mr. Qiao has a good eye and knows my skills."
"You probably also know that people in the Jiuzhou arena are called the 'Wooden Sword Sanren'. His swordsmanship has been learned from the former world's best swordsman, Banishing Immortal."
"I am already eighty-seven this year. I practice the ancient martial arts that Brother Qiao calls. Today I will learn from Brother Qiao's modern martial arts."
After saying this, all the people in the hall were attentive.
Lu Yanbei is a famous martial arts star in Kyushu, and he has been fighting in this isolated city for a year. His reputation is already quite prominent both in Kyushu and in this isolated city.
These words were spoken to explain to the people how powerful he was, and at the same time, these words were spoken to Qiao Mu.
He made it clear how old he was and specifically mentioned that he practiced ancient methods. In fact, he meant that he would cooperate with Qiao Mu in acting.
Qiao Mu also clasped his fists and said seriously:
"I, Qiao Shuangsen, am one hundred and nine years old this year, and my nephew is twenty-two years old."
A virtuous...a virtuous nephew?
Seeing Qiao Mu's serious expression, the corners of Lu Yanbei's eyes twitched slightly.
Logically speaking, if Qiao Mu is really 109 years old, and there is an age difference of more than 20 years between the two, there is actually no problem in calling him nephew.
But is he really 109 years old? Lu Yanbei was very suspicious.
Seventy-year-olds have been rare in ancient times, let alone in this era of famine. Looking at the entire Kyushu, centenarians are very rare.
Normal centenarians who can walk as normal on their own without crutches will probably alert local officials and come to ask for the secret of longevity.
And what about Qiao Mu?
Although this man looks old, the light skill he showed just now is quite extraordinary and does not look like he is a hundred years old at all.
If a true hundred-year-old person's vitality and blood remain intact... Lu Yanbei can only think of one person, that is, the longevity boxing master of the Qiao family in Heyang a hundred years ago.
That grandmaster figure alarmed the Emperor Dayan at that time and was admitted to the palace to teach boxing skills.
The Qiaomu in front of him obviously did not reach this level. He looked old, with wrinkles and loose skin. This was obviously normal aging and a sign of declining Qi and blood in his later years.
Then there is only one answer.
How about setting up a 109-year-old character?
It's not like I don't know your details, Captain Hai has revealed them to me.
Lu Yanbei cursed in his heart, but then he pulled out a wooden sword from his waist and put it in his right hand... His left arm was injured, but it was harmless if it was just a competition in the ring.
"Wooden sword?" Qiao Mu was confused.
"Brother Qiao, you can rest assured." Lu Yanbei said with a smile:
"I am known as the Sanren of Wooden Swords in Jianghu. Even an ordinary wooden sword in my hand is no less inferior to an ordinary sword."
"Oh." Upon hearing this, Qiao Mu also thrust the spear he had just taken out into the ground in front of him, and raised his fists in a starting stance.
"Then I can't bully the small with the big, so let's do it with my bare hands." Qiao Mu said.
Bullying the small with the big?
Lu Yanbei took two deep breaths, his chest rising and falling.
No one has dared to speak to him like this since he turned sixty...
He didn't want to talk anymore, lest he would be angered by the other party, so he immediately picked up the wooden sword in his hand and rushed over quickly.
Originally, he wanted to cooperate with Qiao Mu in acting, but unexpectedly, this old man didn't keep his mouth shut and didn't know how to respect the elders, so he used his power to show his power.
As the wooden sword in his hand struck out, strands of green sword light bloomed, forming a sword light green lotus, covering the entire location of the tree.
"Lu Yanbei's swordsmanship level has reached the level of "a wooden sword has no friends", which means that he has reached the pinnacle level in sword moves, and at the same time he has strong inner strength. Even if he holds a wooden sword in his hand, he will still be strong and strong. With the blessing of inner energy, it is no less powerful than an ordinary sword.
"This Lu Yanbei seems to have a sword that is still young." The storyteller in the audience's clairvoyance shone brightly. Competition in the ring is exactly the occasion he likes as a storyteller:
"Mortals will eventually age, and the decline in Qi and blood is inevitable. The so-called boxing is afraid of young people. Even if you are a famous martial arts star, when you reach old age, your physical strength and speed will eventually be weaker than those in your prime."
"But the accumulation of inner strength and sword skills will increase with age..."
The storyteller was about to boast about Lu Yanbei, but unexpectedly, Lu Yanbei's exquisite swordsmanship was displayed on this martial arts field, but it only hit an afterimage.
In the flash of lightning, Qiao Mu just tapped his toes, and his figure blurred into an afterimage, sweeping out from behind and around Lu Yanbei.
"Huh?" Lu Yanbei frowned slightly, turned around and struck out with his sword, but it still only hit an afterimage.
Qinggong Shenfa?
No... Pure Qinggong and body skills are good, but dancing on the so-called tip of a knife is more dexterous in small-scale dodges and moves.
At this time, what Qiao Mu showed was not only his brilliance in Qinggong and body skills, but also his sheer speed.
Lu Yanbei frowned slightly, and slashed again with the wooden sword in his hand. The green sword light enveloped the surroundings, and the strong energy dispersed with the sword light, creating ravines on the ground of the martial arts field.
But his sword still missed the target.
Qiao Mu didn't seem to have any intention of fighting him head-on. He just kept dodging with his amazing speed and did not engage in a close fight with him.
This was not like a confrontation between two old warriors, which confused Clairvoyant and other warriors in the city.
In their imagination, the confrontation between two elderly masters should be like a Tai Chi push-hands competition, competing for the internal energy and martial arts skills of both parties.
Lu Yanbei was also a little impatient.
As a famous martial arts veteran who ranks 30th on Tingchaolou's skill list, his first thing is exquisite sword moves, and his second thing is his strong inner strength accumulated over many years.
However, Qiao Mu relies on his pure physical speed and does not fight him head-on. This makes it difficult for him to use his sword moves no matter how good he is.
"What kind of competition is it if you just avoid it?" Lu Yanbei couldn't help but say.
"What competition? No one really thinks we are competing, right?" Qiao Mu was startled, his figure flashed quickly, and voices came from all directions:
"I'm just showing off the power of immortality of Qi and blood contained in the Sutra of Mount Sumeru King."
"At the age of one hundred and nine, if his energy and blood remain intact, he will not only be able to walk as fast as flying, but his physical speed will not be inferior to that of a young and strong warrior."
He had no intention of competing with Lu Yanbei. He just randomly selected a lucky audience member to help him perform acrobatics, showing off something that a centenarian man could theoretically not do.
Lu Yanbei: ....
He couldn't help but admire the other party's acting skills and wondered where did Captain Hai find such an experienced actor.
Qiao Mu's physical speed is very fast, so the faster he appears, the less likely he is to be 109 years old.
After all, whose centenarian doesn't lie on a rocking chair all day long to enjoy the coolness, but instead goes to the ring to compete with others in terms of speed?
Lu Yanbei guessed that Qiao Mu probably used some kind of clever disguise technique, and his true body should be a young and high-quality martial artist.
"However, what my nephew said makes some sense."
The rapidly moving tree suddenly stood still.
He was indeed acting.
But relying on pure speed to dodge is not good enough.
At this time, because of his rapid running on the martial arts field, the sand under his feet was swept up by his figure, and the smoke and dust shrouded the surroundings, making Lu Yanbei unable to see the expression on Qiao Mu's face for a while.
"Huh?" Lu Yanbei suddenly felt shocked.
At this moment, his god-refining intuition suddenly sensed a sense of danger looming on his back. This was the first time since the two sides fought.
He looked down upon him... Lu Yanbei's eyes suddenly became sharp and he put away his previous contempt.
He jumped forward, and the wooden sword in his hand once again bloomed with the green lotus sword light. The moment Qiao Mu's figure paused, it had already enveloped Qiao Mu's surroundings.
But the tree remained motionless.
At a hundred years old, his vitality and blood are not weak and are not weaker than those in the prime of life. This means that his physical body is strong, and his reaction speed and physical speed are much faster than that of his opponent.
At this moment, in Qiao Mu's eyes, Lu Yanbei's sword in his hands was like pressing slow play.
For a brief moment, he just raised his head.
Looking directly at the wooden sword that was slashed from top to bottom, a green lotus-shaped sword light bloomed.
Looking directly at the dust scattered in the martial arts field, the sword light split it from the middle, and the dust scattered repeatedly.
He clenched his fists.
The internal energy of the whole body escapes from the inside to the outside, and white energy as thick as a finger is enveloped on the surface of the body.
The long robe on his body moved without any wind, and even the dust scattered around the martial arts field was blown away by the strong wind with the force released.
Lu Yanbei's pupils suddenly shrank.
He is eighty-seven years old and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. In his old age when his energy and blood are declining, he can only rely on the strong internal energy accumulated since childhood to make up for the weakening of his physical strength.
It's just that the strong inner energy that Qiao Mu's body is showing at this moment is actually twice as strong as his?
He has accumulated internal energy for sixty or seventy years, and he has never slacked off since he was young... Why is this Qiao Mu's internal energy actually twice as strong as his?
Because the fourth level is already the limit of training strength, if you continue to go up, the accumulation of inner strength will become a hard work. The amount of inner strength often means the age of martial arts training... And what happened to the old monster in front of me? thing? Do you start practicing martial arts from your mother’s womb?
No time to think.
In this flash of lightning, he saw Qiao Mu's fists gradually clenching.
The thick white inner energy escaping from the inside out gathered together with his fist.
"The waves are strong, the waves are strong."
A punch is delivered, the last one comes first.
The white air-like internal energy in Qiao Mu's hand surged out like ocean waves, impacting on the cyan sword light.
The wooden sword in Lu Yanbei's hand shook, and the green sword light began to become unstable.
"Erdielang."
The second burst of force is like the second wave overlapping and converging into a higher wave.
The green sword light was broken in an instant, and the wooden sword in his hand almost fell out.
"Triple waves."
The heavy internal energy was like the undulating waves of the sea, with the potential of a mountain roaring and a tsunami, and it swallowed up Lu Yanbei's whole body in an instant.
There was a loud bang.
A wave of air visible to the naked eye lifted up the sand and dust of the martial arts arena, and Lu Yanbei's figure flew backwards out of the dust like a kite with its string broken.
When he stopped, his first reaction was to look blankly at the wooden sword in his hand.
However, he saw that the wooden sword in his hand suddenly broke into pieces, leaving only the broken hilt in his hand.
This was a display of martial arts in a martial arts arena, not a life-and-death fight, so Qiao Mu finally held back at the last moment...
Looking up, he saw that where he was standing before, there was a pit with a radius of several meters. The wrinkled old man was standing in front of the pit, exhaling slowly, holding back his hands and standing.
There was still invisible force lingering around him, the aftermath of the billowing air waves blew around him, and the martial arts arena was filled with dust.
Lu Yanbei blurted out: "You can't deceive people about the amount of internal energy. It's just a matter of time and effort. It can only be accumulated over a long period of time. Are you really a 109-year-old centenarian?"
If Lu Yanbei just thought Qiao Mu was a bit weird before, now he has a firm conclusion in his mind.
If a martial artist wants to go one step further after practicing the fourth level of strength, he must take the third level of spiritual training.
The so-called refining the spirit is refining the mind and will.
When your body and mind are strong, you will be able to have keen intuition and anticipate the enemy's opportunities.
Therefore, even if the physical body and inner strength of the martial artist are similar to those of a fourth-grade martial artist, he can still rely on his keen intuition to crush the latter and gain an advantage in the competition.
It can be said that... the pursuit of the third-level god-refining method is not purely destructive power and speed, but to find another way to be strong physically and mentally and with keen intuition.
And Qiao Mu, who just fought with him...