I wanted to just look into it like this to see if Lu Pinglan could say some information, but the other party's next actions made Qingyan's heart sank.

"These women are all good furnaces and cauldrons in my Iron Palm Sect. Lu has always been hospitable. Since you are uninvited, wouldn't it be nice to show up and taste these furnaces and cauldrons? Lu promises that you will never disappoint."

When Qingyan came, he had already discovered that there was no one within ten feet of this yard, so Lu Pinglan could only say what he said to himself.

Just as he was about to escape, Lu Pinglan was already speaking first.

"Lu might as well say bluntly that more than a thousand disciples of my Iron Palm Sect have already set up a net of heaven and earth around the yard here. If you show up to explain your purpose, maybe Lu will let you go."

With a loud bang, Qingyan had already fallen from the roof.

"Your Excellency is showing his true face, it seems that he is afraid." Lu Pinglan was still sitting on the tiger skin's head.

"You Lu Pinglan can be considered a senior in the martial arts world. Since you have ambushed the disciples in the sect, how can you let me go easily? Why don't you tell me how you know that I will come to the Iron Palm Sect tonight?" Because Lu Pinglan had not had any contact with him, Qingyan did not deliberately change his voice.

Lu Pinglan smiled and said, "How could you pretend to be confused when you put it in a clear way? If you didn't have that palm, how could you bite the hook?"

"In this way, you deliberately left that palm, and you, Lu Pinglan, also participated in the attack on Zhuge Youlin." Qing Yan's tone was very plain.

"What you said is that if Lu wants to keep Zhuge Youlin, just by relying on him and four guards, how can he be Lu's opponent?"

"I'm really curious. Although the Iron Palm Sect is not as good as the eight major sects, it is also well-known in the world. Why do you have to attack Zhuge Youlin when you are so full?"

Lu Pinglan stroked her delicate body in her arms and said with a lewd smile: "There are many reasons for this, but the most important thing is the generous reward after the matter is accomplished."

Many reasons?

"Since you didn't kill Zhuge Youlin and deliberately attracted me, it seems that everything that happened around Zhuge Youlin is targeting me." Qingyan slowly took off his mask and revealed his true face.

"Sure enough, I am a shoulder-to-shoulder king, who is below one person and above ten thousand people." Lu Pinglan was not surprised at all when she saw Qingyan's face, as if everything was expected.

"Old man Lu, since you dare to take action against me, you are confident that you will not let the world know. But I still want to remind you that there is no airtight wall in this world. If this matter is known to the court and grandfather, how many days do you think you can live?"

Lu Pinglan seemed to hear a huge joke, "Prince, you think Lu will be afraid of the court and Wu Yue Jianchi, which shows how ignorant you are."

"Oh? I don't understand this very well. Since I want to die in this Iron Palm Sect, why don't you let me be a wise ghost."

"The prince doesn't need to mess with Mr. Lu's words. When you see Queen Yan Luo, ask yourself."

After saying that, Lu Pinglan pushed away the delicate body beside her and slowly stood up.

"You are so sure to keep me?"

"Maybe you learned a few tricks under Qin Mu, but even Qin Qiushui is not a match for Lu. Do you think you can take advantage?"

Qing Yan felt a stern when he heard this, but there was no turmoil on his face and was secretly alert.

As the young master of Wu Yue Jianchi, Qin Qiushui has not been as sarcastic as his father for decades, but he has learned Mo Wen's sword technique. There are few enemies in the world, but Lu Pinglan is calm that he is not his opponent. It can be seen that the Iron Palm Sect is not a false reputation.

"As long as you tell Mo Wen's sword technique, maybe Lu will make you die more happy."

With a "scarlet" sound, Qingyan took the lead in taking action with the principle of starting first.

Lu Pinglan was very skilled and brave. She poked out her right hand to control the blade of the Qingluan Sword, "This is the magical sword that even Qin Mu can't do anything to you? It seems that there are quite a few secrets on you."

Before he could say a few more words, Lu Pinglan discovered that the other party's sword blade suddenly bent strangely. Although he pinched the tip of the sword with his right hand, his sword body swept towards his face like a crescent moon.

Helplessly, he let go of his right hand and leaned back to avoid it. Qingyan took this opportunity and his sword body was as hard as iron, stabbing towards the other party's chest from top to bottom.

In the midst of lightning, Lu Pinglan formed a palm with his right hand and slapped it on the sword body diagonally, causing him to lose his correctness and stab him to the side.

Seeing that one hit was not hit, Qingyan stepped on the steps of the Gang, turning into afterimages to attack again.

Seeing this, Lu Pinglan was not panicked. He steadily stole his left palm across his chest, rushed vertically to the ground with his right arm, posing strange moves, and then dissolved Qingyan's attacks one by one.

"It's indeed a good sword. I didn't take the sun that day, and Lu was very angry. I took your sword today, which is also a way to satisfy my original wish."

"You are worthy of the magic sword of Peach Blossom Valley, even if you are immortal."

Before he finished speaking, a blue light burst out like a Milky Way and stabbed from top to bottom. Lu Pinglan's arms came out in unison, and his palms were holding Qingluan three inches above his head again. He was able to say that he was perfect when he held the white blade with his hands empty-handed.

With the momentum, the two palms were snatched downward and they were about to snatch the Qingluan Sword away. In the critical moment, Qingyan did not retreat but advanced. He slammed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and hit the ground through his palms.

I thought it would make Lu Pinglan's hands bloody, but after he dodged, there were no scars on his hands, but it was just slightly red.

"I didn't expect that the Cinnabar Palm was quite outstanding, but this sword did not break your dog's paw." Qingyan's expression was a little regretful when he pulled out the long sword.

"Then let you see how outstanding the Cinnabar Palm is."

Seeing that the other party was really moved, Qingyan put away his sword like a sleeve, afraid that he would accidentally take Qingluan.

Several female disciples around him did not participate from beginning to end. Seeing that his sect leader no longer held back, he quickly retreated.

His eyes were staring at Lu Pinglan's hands, and Qingyan remembered the words of his grandfather before.

[Cinnabar palm, as the name suggests, is when the palm is released, the palm is red like cinnabar. I heard that at first, I used a sand table to fill the fine sand, and rub it hard into the sand without limiting the number of times, until the strength is exhausted. Then, the fine sand is made into sand, the sand is made into iron sand, and then the iron ball is made of four or five taels, until the palms are inserted into it, and the iron ball is jumped out by hand, and it is considered to be a small success.]

[At this point, the hand does not have to touch the human skin, but with the hand gesture, stroke or palm strike, the recipient will be injured when he is injured when he is touched by the palm, and the body is slightly exposed, and the outside will not be damaged, and the five internal organs have been severely damaged, which is hopeless.]

[So Qingyan, don’t look at Lu Pinglan’s face in Jian San and underestimate him. This Cinnabar Palm is absolutely unambiguous. If you face him in the future, remember not to attack, because Cinnabar Palm is extremely vicious and soft, and you must resist it with force.]

Taking a deep breath, Qingyan rubbed his fingers and then posed the starting posture of the Sixiang Fist, with a slightly different aura than before.

"Look at your fingertips!"

Before the palm came, the strong wind had arrived. The right palm slashed towards the Qingyan Tianling Cap, its power was very terrifying.

The long fist quickly hit the palm, and felt a continuous feminine force penetrated into his meridians. However, Qingyan was unmoved and his internal force was mobilized to the extreme, making Lin Jialuo's Four Symbol Fist look very well.

I saw the shadows of my palms and the fists were so fierce that both of them had to go back and forth fiercely.

Because the Four Symbol Fist is extremely heavy and the pace is steady, I don’t know how many deep footprints have been stepped on by Qingyan on the floor, and the furnishings in the house are beyond recognition by fierce fighting.

After dozens of moves, neither of them could do anything to each other, but Qing Yan sighed in his heart that although he learned the Four Elephant Fist in his heart, he was not the opponent of the Cinnabar Palm. One was due to his own experience, but his internal strength was not as deep as that of the Lin family Luo, and he could only exert six or seven points of power.

The most important thing is that after so many tricks with Lu Pinglan, I always feel that the other party doesn't use all his strength to keep a backup plan.

The fists and palms intersected again, and the two of them stepped back a few steps. Qingyan felt that his fists were as painful as being stabbed by a thousand needles.

"If you guessed correctly, you were using the Four Elephant Fist of the Qingzhu Gang. Unexpectedly, Lin Jialuo handed over all this boxing techniques to you." Lu Pinglan smiled and said, "But it's a pity that you can't exert the power of the Four Elephant Fist at all. Maybe in another ten or eight years, Lu will not be your opponent."

"Where are so many nonsense? You can still fight or not. If you don't fight, just move the way. Have you heard of it if you don't block the way?"

"Your mouth is like the Qin family, and it's stinking." After that, Lu Pinglan bullied himself forward again, but his power was even better than the past.

The opponent's move seemed slow this time, but he could always block Qingyan's retreat, making it difficult for him to resist. Looking at the twists around his palms, he knew that Lu Pinglan used all his life's internal strength without reservation.

Qingyan fought and retreated, and soon retreated to the corner of the wall. After the right fist was hit hard again, he hit the air with his left sword, and an unparalleled force shot towards Lu Pinglan's chest.

Seeing this strange move, Lu Pinglan was shocked. As soon as the opponent took action, he could feel how domineering the force shot from his fingertips was. At the critical moment, his palms were closed in front of his chest.

The strength and the palms were fighting each other, and even Lu Pinglan took three steps back to stabilize his body.

Slowly lowering his arms, a cold light flashed in Lu Pinglan's eyes, "You actually learned Jie Jiang secretly. Are you not afraid of the pursuit of the Four Divine Monks of the Apocalypse?"

"As the saying goes, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead, and I'm not dead, and I'm not dead, I'm easily confused when I'm old. Who said that the Jiejiang Finger must have learned secretly." Qing Yan was full of laughter and said nonsense: "That's because the monk Fahong saw that I was a good candidate for practicing Jiejiang Finger. I was reluctant to learn it. How about it, Jiejiang Finger is good, right?"

Although he mocked the other party on his face, Qingyan was still secretly shocked. He thought that even if this move was not unexpected, Lu Pinglan would definitely be injured after being hit, but he didn't expect that after he hit a firm finger, his face turned like this. I guess the other party said that he could beat Qin Qiushui before, which was not an exaggeration.

"It seems that you must see you capture alive today, otherwise it would be a waste of resources to miss these two magical skills."

"I just couldn't understand that the loess is buried in your heavenly spirit. Why are they still obsessed with these things? They are both divine swords and secret books? I don't know that after a person dies, can you still fight with King Yama after learning these things?"

Lu Pinglan sneered: "As a man from the world, who is not obsessed with the secrets of magic weapons? That is, you have great opportunities, otherwise how could ordinary people learn the eight great skills?"

"Do you think I want to be a prince of Taiping? I would rather be a prince of Taiping. I am forced by your grandsons. I have no grudge against you. You just value the reward after killing me, and you will kill a person you don't know. Even if the eight magical skills are put into your hands, you will still let you do more evil things."

"Evil things? That's right. I, Lu Pinglan, have done a lot of evil things in my life. Maybe you will know what evil things Lu has done after you go to the underworld." Lu Pinglan said with a smile.

When Qingyan heard this, he was confused and always felt that there was something in the other person's words, but he didn't know what it meant.
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