Chapter 198 Gentleman’s Style
The iron-hand demon's toes were slightly raised, bringing up a strong wind, and kicked Meng Qi in the chest as he ran, fiercely and sharply, as if he wanted to vent his anger at the failure of the mission on this verbose boy.
All he saw was that the boy in front of him seemed to be stunned and unresponsive. The door was wide open, allowing him to be kicked with his right foot.
Huh, he's just a guy who's good at inquiring about rumors in the world. What a show off!
As mentioned before, who knows that everyone in the world of martial arts generally moves around a little more? Moreover, he did not recognize himself and others. He only relied on the conversation between each other to identify their identities and introduce their strength. There was nothing special about it. In the end, he misjudged the strength of Prince Zhou's Wang family. He obviously did not have good eyesight.
Seeing as he is only eighteen years old, what potential can he have among sailors?
Shan Xiumei, Prince Wang of Zhou County, and his old servant were far away from each other and could not be saved. She sighed in her heart because another innocent passerby had been hurt.
The iron-handed demon must be caught and punished, so that the awe-inspiring spirit of Zhou Jun Wang's family can be revealed!
puff!
The iron-handed man-demon kicked Meng Qi with great force, and was about to kick him until his internal organs were damaged and he died. However, after the force was released, he was completely dead and unresponsive. The opponent's body seemed to be empty and he could not feel anything. !
Without internal strength and strength, this foot can only make a slight sound.
Just when the Iron Hand Demon was surprised, suddenly, a familiar force surged back, fierce and sharp, passing through his toes, causing him to feel paralyzed all over, and the blood in his chest surged, making him extremely uncomfortable.
His body was paralyzed, but his running momentum did not stop. He fell forward. Meng Qi turned slightly sideways and let him fall from his side. With a plop, the iron-handed man's entire face sank into the meat-cooked pot. Iron pot.
The rich umami flavor penetrates into the nostrils, into the mouth, into the eyes, and the hot boiling soup cooks the skin, causing extreme pain.
The iron-handed man-demon immediately recovered from his paralysis and was about to turn over and jump away from the iron pot.
Suddenly, the back of his head went numb, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.
Meng Qi held a bamboo chopstick in his left hand, and the chopstick was deeply inserted into the back of the iron-handed demon's head. A burst of blood emerged from the milky white broth, quickly turning the soup into turbid and dark red.
"It hurts so much to waste food." Meng Qi let go of his chopsticks, clapped his hands, and sighed.
The change happened extremely quickly. The iron-handed man and the demon died on the spot as soon as the rabbit rose and the falcon fell. Mr. Wang and Shan Xiumei, who came to intercept and kill them, subconsciously stopped and blinked, not understanding what happened.
The iron-handed man-demon who was showing off his anger just now, a master who was ranked last among the nineteen men-demon of the Tianxie Clan but had been famous for many years, how could he change from the murderer to the murdered in just one breath?
The murderer still looked calm and calm, as if he had just swatted a fly to death, and was quite distressed for the affected meat pot!
Carefully recalling the fight just now, it is simple and intuitive. After the iron-handed demon kicked the opponent, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, with his face stuck in the iron pot. The murderer took advantage of the situation and picked up the bamboo chopsticks in his hand without looking back. Without looking, he thrust straight back and inserted it into the back of the Iron Hand Demon's head with unusual precision, as if the two of them had practiced together many times.
This ability to seize the opportunity, this internal strength to counterattack the iron-handed demon, all show that the murderer is extremely powerful.
What's even more terrifying is that he seems to be far from using all his strength!
The old servant of Zhoujun Wang's family took a step forward and followed him as if he was crouched. He stood beside the young master. Even he felt that the handsome young man in front of him who was worried about food was in great danger.
The Immortal Seal is so easy to use... Meng Qi sighed inwardly, and was a little confused at the same time, because the Iron Hand Demon was too weak.
Even though Mie Tian Clan was hit hard after the magician disappeared and turned from rampant to secretive, the eight heavenly demons and nineteen human demons on the surface do not represent their full strength, but they can make a name for themselves in any of the nine paths of evil. They are all characters with strength, experience, unique skills, or a particularly powerful character. Even if the iron-handed demons rank at the bottom among the nineteen human demons, they will not be defeated so easily by themselves?
Meng Qi originally thought that he would have to draw his sword and execute a few moves to resolve the battle, but with the use of the Immortal Seal, the iron-handed demon turned into a fish on the case, allowing him to slaughter it.
After he felt strange, he stopped being merciful and stabbed the Iron-Handed Demon to death with a chopstick to prevent him from being captured alive. He then tortured him to find out some conspiracy that he shouldn't know and provoked the silence of the important figures in the Tiantian Sect.
The revenge after killing the Iron Hand Demon and the knowledge of a conspiracy or secret being sought out to silence them. The enemies they need to face are definitely different in strength and weakness.
It was quiet on the deck, and no one spoke. Whether they were stunned or confused, all eyes were focused on Meng Qi.
Meng Qi turned to look at the smashed pot and asked the sailor apologetically: "Do you still want to eat?"
"I won't eat..." The head sailor shook his head in fear.
I am not a cannibal, I want to eat fresh brains!
Meng Qi took out a broken piece of silver, handed it to the sailor's chief, patted his clothes, and stood up slowly.
"I am really sorry that the Prince's plan for the next week has just affected my brother." Mr. Wang restrained his surprise and his expression returned to normal. He came from a big family and had never seen any masters. However, the person in front of him was a bit too young. I don't know if he was human or not. People on the list.
He is considered to be outstanding among his peers in the Wang family, but because all the powerful enemies were killed by the old servant, his record was not prominent and he was not on the list of people. He has always been upset. This time, he returned home to persuade his doting mother to replace the old servant with a servant. The disciples of the big sects did not go out with "expert guards" like himself. They had to rely on themselves to fight, so that they could have the effect of tempering.
Meng Qi returned a salute: "It's not your fault, the evil demon is rampant."
He was gentle and refined, like a scholar.
Wang Ce nodded gently, his expression was not arrogant but self-respecting. He said no more, and did not even ask Meng Qi's name. He turned to Shan Xiumei and said: "Miss Shan, why did the evil demon of Mie Tianmen want to deal with you?"
Most men would naturally have a good impression of Shan Xiumei, who was as elegant as a fairy.
Shan Xiumei had a fierce battle, her face slightly reddened, and she looked at Wang Ce with admiration and gratitude: "Thank you for saving me, Master Wang. I am very grateful and will repay you in the future."
It was indeed a normal plot after the hero saved the beauty. Meng Qi curled his lips and searched the things on the Iron Hand Demon, but found that there was nothing, no identity, no silver, secret books, hidden weapons, etc.
From the beginning, he planned to eat a free meal. Could it be that all the money was on the Happy Demon? Meng Qi complained in his heart.
Shan Xiumei continued, "Before, Luojiao was active in the mountains and rivers, which aroused a lot of speculation. Tianmen Mie also asked the nearby Huanxi Human Demon and Tieshou Human Demon to come. They took a fancy to the strange stone from the Qinshan Sword Sect and wanted to plot to seize it. They happened to be bumped into by me and ruined their plan. So they hated me and quietly followed this boat. Today, they suddenly attacked." Wang Ce enjoyed Shan Xiumei's eyes and nodded slightly: "I heard that the strange stone from the sky was lost once. It was when Zhang Zhifan, the 'Fiery Sun Palm', was present?" He had met Zhang Zhifan once. That was in Jiangdong, when he met him at a banquet with Wang Siyuan, who "Calculated All the People". "Yes, later, thanks to the help of a Xiliang swordsman, the strange stone from the Luojiao was snatched back." Shan Xiumei's beautiful eyes secretly glanced at Wang Ce with admiration. Meng Qi paused and listened when he heard this. "To be able to snatch the strange stone from Luo Jiao, this Xiliang swordsman's strength is really extraordinary. What realm is he in? He should be a famous swordsman, right?" Wang Ce asked curiously, and also took this opportunity to chat with Shan Xiumei.
Shan Xiumei thought: "It is said that he has four orifices, but most of his peers don't believe it. They all say that he concealed his strength. At least six orifices. Luo Jiao Zhikongshi is not an easy person to deal with."
"He called himself 'Xiaoyao Sword' and was unknown in the world. After this incident, Hua Lun of Zengxianmen praised him for his gentlemanly demeanor and chivalrous courage. He had the opportunity to observe the strange stone for three days, but he left. So in the mountains and rivers, he was called 'Gentleman Sword'."
Meng Qi's face turned black and he almost vomited blood. If you can't give a nickname, don't give it!
Wang and Shan returned to their seats, each telling some interesting experiences, and getting along well.
Meng Qi was in a bad mood and returned to the cabin. He put aside his emotions and concentrated on practicing the purple thunder power and thinking about the purple thunder swordsmanship.
True Qi flowed, slowly running along the route of the Purple Thunder Force. Meng Qi was in a state of emptiness and introspection, without worries or joy, without expectations or disappointment.
When the Purple Thunder Force was about to run for a cycle, a purple lightning mark appeared on the back of his left hand, and a trace of electricity merged into the true Qi.
It really helped a lot! This was the first time Meng Qi tried to practice the Purple Thunder Force after thinking about it for more than half a month. He didn't expect the assistance of the lightning mark to be so obvious!
With it, he seemed to be a half-thunder god, and practicing the Purple Thunder Force would be more than twice the result with half the effort!
Strands of true Qi turned into purple "electric light", fierce and domineering. Even if it belonged to him, Meng Qi could feel the horror contained in it.
He gathered his mind, ran the number of eight or nine, and slowly condensed the Purple Thunder Force, condensed it into a strand, and hid it in the Dantian.
This was a means of applying the method rather than the main practice method, so as not to conflict with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Golden Bell Cover true Qi.
Boom!
A slight sound from the deck came into Meng Qi's ears.
What's going on? He finished his exercise and went out with his sword and knife in hand. The white snow outside reflected the moonlight, and it was cold and quiet everywhere.
Meng Qi looked around and found a man near the deck. His clothes were tattered and covered with dark blood.
"Mr. Tang?" Meng Qi recognized him as the Mr. Tang who had been assassinated before. He didn't expect that he survived after being stabbed in the throat. Maybe he hid under the ship, or maybe he was still holding on to the hull.
Meng Qi walked over quickly and was about to help him heal his wounds, but he saw Mr. Tang's eyes wide open, tears flowing out of his eyes, with pleading in his eyes, but he was no longer breathing.
It turned out that he climbed onto the deck with a last breath, and died before he was found... Meng Qi leaned over and checked Mr. Tang's body.