He said, he raised the wine jar and drank it first like a whale swallowing water, then spit it on the ground with a slight sound, and said, "This good wine must be good, so don't let the fishy smell defile the purity."

Then he took a sip and nodded and exclaimed: "This guy is worthy of being the number one winemaking master in the Western Regions - the third brother. You can taste it too and see how good the wine is more fragrant than your ink."

After saying that, he ignored it, pressed his third brother's head and drank him a big mouthful!

"How can this wine have a cold and cold air?" The third brother immediately said alertly, "Fourth brother, this wine cannot be drunk!"

The fourth brother sneered: "Your taste is good, why didn't I taste it?"

"My internal strength is higher than you!" The third brother scolded, "Go away, this wine is strange-"

Seeing that his fourth brother was still drinking, he hurriedly snatched him over and shouted, "Dan Qingsheng, how dare you disobey?"

"Bulie Man!" said the fourth brother furiously, "If I accompany you to rob the tomb, can't you drink with me?"

Before he finished speaking, an extremely domineering momentum came up.

poisonous!

Danqingsheng shouted: "That thief, actually poisoned such a good wine?"

Then he turned up and was still cursing: "Thief, a good thief who wasted his natural resources, damn it!"

The Tubi Weng was eager to use his true energy. When he wanted to suppress the toxicity, he suddenly felt his feet staggering, his eyes turned black, and a cloud of cloud seemed to form in his chest very quickly, stopping the true energy. In a moment, the cloud of air spread. In the blink of an eye, he felt his whole body soft, his throat suddenly became sweet, and a stream of blood sprayed out, and he fell down.

Wei Yang heard the noise in a daze and then turned over and got up, holding a steel knife in one hand and sweeping with one move with the other. His feet were a little bit, and his true energy was thriving, and he had already jumped under the kang.

There is no one in the room.

With a bang, someone heard the sound of the door hitting the kitchen.

Wei Yang opened the window and jumped out. When he stood in the yard, he saw a short and fat man in white background and black, holding a life-and-death man in one hand, holding a judge's pen in the other, stumbled out of the kitchen.

Tu Biweng's internal skills are more pure, and although others have lost their strength, they still have a little bit of strength. At this time, he learned that the wine was poisonous, and he had already turned hatred into fear in his heart, hoping to drag Dan Qingsheng out of this place earlier.

But when he saw the figures flashing, Wei Yang jumped out of the room, and three or five soldiers even heard the sound, he knew in his heart that it was really hard to give up today.

Wei Yang looked at Tu Biweng and then at Painting Qingsheng, and he had made a rough judgment.

He carefully stepped on his steps and gradually approached Tubi Weng and shouted, "But is Tubi Weng of the 'Four Friends of Jiangnan'? Why not inform me of the visit at night?"

Tu Biweng cursed: "Cunning boy, how dare you poison the wine?"

"What I want to use my family, what do I have to do with you?" Wei Yang scolded, "Sneaking and climbing over the wall in the middle of the night is also the style of a martial arts figure in the south of the Yangtze River?"

He is not a hesitant person. The judge's pen in Tu Biweng's hand was clean and there was no special ink dipped on it. This was the best time to start.

What to do?

Kill them.

When Tu Biweng saw Wei Yang's resolution, he was both frightened and afraid. When he saw the three or five soldiers holding steel knives, he slowly surrounded him and immediately said, "A man surnamed Wei, who wins more than less, is not a hero."

Wei Yang took advantage of his opportunity to speak and suddenly took a step forward and slashed head-on.

No matter if you are a four friends in Jiangnan or Northeast F4, leave your head first!

The man who was bullied was shocked. The judge's pen was not as good as the steel knife. Now that he lost all his internal strength, Wei Yang was not able to touch him and whispered, he had to lift his weapon, point it diagonally under Wei Yang's ribs, and shouted loudly: "I have special ink on my pen, so you should be careful!"

Wei Yang did not answer, and his subordinates stepped up their strength and just slashed them.

Three or five soldiers also cut down randomly.

The Tubi Weng shouted, and when he was about to roll past, Dan Qingsheng dragged in his hand fell to the ground. If Wei Yang avoided the sword, Dan Qingsheng would have been cut in half by one.

"My life is over!" Tu Bi Weng shouted, accidentally slamming a judge's pen, and actually slammed Wei Yang's sword. The weak internal force from the pen tube made Tu Bi Weng happy. He immediately launched his brushwork. Taking advantage of Wei Yang's turn to remove the power of rebounding, he even tapped more than ten points in front of him. He heard a few sounds of breaking through the air. The judge's pen was quick and accurate, and wrote the word "Pei" in "General Pei's poem" in the air. There were ten moves in one word, and each move was barely pointed to the swords of the soldiers, and the danger of killing them was solved.

Wei Yang's eyes lit up, and he rolled to the ground and cracked the crisis of the soldiers with one sword, and said loudly: "Bulie, how to hit the hole in the stone drum?"

Tubi Weng cursed: "Yes, I am Tubi Weng, what are you going to do?"

"Kill you." Wei Yang waved his long sword and swept it over again.

This time, Tu Bi Weng had to jump back.

There was a light in his eyes, but he became more and more scared in his heart.

Wei Yang's sword was filled with internal strength. Tu Bi Weng was also a master. He saw that the sword technique was slow and steady, but he could not see the fierceness of the sword technique. Wei Yang was steadily lowered and gently exerted some strength from his waist. He knew that he might have only used 30% of his internal strength. He instinctively wanted to write "general" to respond to the enemy, but his mind was filled with an alarm, and a thought came to his mind: "This child actually understands the most rigid and soft martial arts method!"

good!

Wei Yang only used 30% of his internal force for this knife.

But this is a virtual move, but it is also a virtual move that can be turned into a real move at any time. If the Tubi Weng dares to block this sword, then 70% of the internal force will take advantage of the momentum and slash him with tens of the internal force.

But if Tu Biweng retreated, then 30% of his internal force would be attached to the blade, and he would turn his offensive and hit him again without wasting any effort.

This is indeed the ultimate truth of martial arts!

Even Aunt Ye, who was secretly peeking into the air, was shocked, and she was both happy and worried.

"I have only been practicing martial arts for a few months, how can this child even understand the principle of being strong and soft?" Aunt Ye was extremely frightened and thought to himself, "Even if Elder Song is probably right at this moment, he is probably also touching the principle of being strong and soft. Only a master like Ren Zhengzhu can understand the method of using the method of being strong and soft. Why is this child..."

Wei Yang understands these because he has been thinking about the martial arts skills of the top masters in Jin Yong’s martial arts that he remembers. Now he understands the principle of “hardness cannot be long-term, softness cannot be kept”, and also understands that his internal strength is too low. For opponents who can fight, he naturally has to cherish his internal strength more and more. Naturally, he understands the principle of “hardness is to hit people, and softness is how to hit people without being beaten”. This is, the most rigid and soft, and controls hardness with softness.

At this moment, a sword swept across, and the Tu Biweng hurriedly retreated. Wei Yang flipped his wrist slightly, and the steel knife immediately slashed straight down, slashing towards Dan Qingsheng's neck, without any mercy.

The Tu Biweng shouted: "Stop!"

He started another stroke. This time he didn't dare to write Yan Zhenqing's "People of General Pei", but started to write cursive scripts, and wrote two or three cursive characters in succession, covering the Weiyang Renmai big acupoint, and then straightened the strokes toward Weiyang's Dantian.

Wei Yang turned his wrist again and touched the steel knife on the pen of the turtle pen.

His internal strength was weak, and the inner strength of the Tubi Weng was completely eliminated, but his tricks were exquisite. At this time, the sword and pen touched each other, and Wei Yang jumped back. Tubi Weng shook his body three times, and he actually tied.

Tu Bi Weng said in his heart: "Now that my internal strength has been eliminated, I am afraid that I can't beat this treacherous and slippery boy. I should use a hidden weapon!"

So he held a pen in one hand and wrote the word "jun" and secretly pinched out three or five hidden weapons with the other hand. Before he could think about it, he raised his hand and typed it forward, using his unique technique.

But he didn't expect that Wei Yang also used a hidden weapon at this time.

What?

He jumped back and stood on the ground, kicked the ground with one foot, rolled up a pile of soil, like a little dragon, and hit the face of the Tu Biweng.

"What a treacherous boy!"

"Ha, are these four friends in Jiangnan?"
Chapter completed!