Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Chapter 537 Madman vs. Madman

I don't know what "silent Zen" is. According to the information revealed by Shi Wuchang before, it should be some kind of complex and profound internal Qigong. The heavy rain had just stopped, and the whole tofu shop was full of corpses lying all over the ground! An hour ago, these corpses were all people I was familiar with. A lot of blood and the residual rainwater on the ground mixed together, making people feel like they were in purgatory, and it seemed that even the air they breathed into their lungs was a little sweet.

Two against one, the twin old guys and the crazy Taoist priest fought for dozens of moves in a row, and it seemed that the two of them were able to hold their own for a while.

I took the opportunity to feel the wall and slipped to Master Zhe's side.

"Master Zhe! How do you feel?"

"It's not a big problem, it's just this hand..."

I immediately said, "As long as we are still alive, even a broken arm is not a big deal! Let's run!"

Master Zhe frowned, and a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes. He said, "We were invited by the Jing Sect, but we didn't expect this result. Now the president is dead, and Bing Ye is also dead. If I choose to escape at the last minute, I will not be able to gain a foothold in the martial arts world in the future. Yunfeng, go now. Please pass this to Ah Chun when you have the chance in the future."

He actually handed me his glasses.

I immediately helped him put on his glasses and advised him, "Why do you care about reputation? What's the use of reputation? You are injured now! You can't even lift a knife! You still have Chun and Xiaomei! Didn't you say you wanted to go back to the place where you were before and teach those kids to dance?"

He smiled at me and shook his head: "Since I chose to join the Old Martial Arts Association, I represent the face of the Old Martial Arts Association. I will stay here until the end. Besides, we haven't lost yet."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the only remaining fighting force of the Old Martial Arts Association, Xie Qirong.

"you!"

"Then I don't care about you!"

As soon as I stood up, a "figure" suddenly flew towards me.

I instinctively ducked my head.

The man slammed the door.

It's a golden dragon!

He was hit by a palm strike just now but he was still alive. His face was covered in blood and he yelled at Xie Qirong: "Join forces to deal with this old Taoist priest! Otherwise we will all be beaten to death!"

Xie Qirong turned his head and looked at him. He untied the plastic bag tied around his head and said, "Okay."

Bu Jinlong picked up the chain on the ground. He shook his shoulders violently, and the chain instantly became as straight as a stick. He shouted to the twin old men of the Puppet Society who were struggling in front of him: "I'm here to help you!"

“Bang!!”

Xie Qirong suddenly appeared behind him and hit him on the back of the head with a rattle.

Bu Jinlong had a dull expression and turned his head with difficulty to look at Xie Qirong.

Xie Qirong raised his hand and rattled the drum again.

The golden dragon's eyes began to blur, and he fell straight forward.

Xie Qirong didn't stop yet. He raised the rattle high and hit the golden dragon's head more than ten times, using all his strength in each hit, just like using a fly swatter to slap a mosquito.

Bu Jinlong had a very strong physique and was able to move at first. He struggled to get up and resist, but as the rattle continued to fall heavily, he only moved his calves and then became completely motionless.

"Pooh!!"

"I have been displeased with you for a long time. How dare you join forces with me?"

At this moment, the twin old men suddenly split into two, and one of them rushed towards Xie Qirong.

The crazy Taoist priest was completely furious! His hair was flying all over the place, his body was covered in blood, and he was chasing after the man with an amazing momentum.

Xie Qirong saw this and started to curse: "Damn it! How come you two old bastards are reluctant to speak even until you die!"

Seeing Xie Qirong blocking the way, the crazy Taoist priest slapped him with his palm.

Xie Qirong took a deep breath and swung his palm forward.

The palms clashed together, and the sound was deafening.

"Hahaha! You crazy old Taoist! Your internal strength is just like this!"

The crazy Taoist priest suddenly clenched his five fingers together and grabbed Xie Qirong's only remaining hand.

Xie Qirong's face changed and his smile disappeared in an instant.

Then, several palm strikes landed on his chest.

The crazy Taoist's palm power was amazing, and the terrifying force seemed to penetrate his body. Xie Qirong was hit so hard that his upper body bent like a shrimp.

"Hoo!!"

Xie Qirong roared loudly, and his swollen stomach deflated instantly. He was hit by more than ten palms in a row but he was like nothing happened. He pulled his hand out suddenly, grabbed the crazy Taoist priest's neck with one hand, and pushed the Taoist priest's body backwards until he hit the wall.

"die!"

Xie Qirong lifted the crazy Taoist priest up with one hand, and his only remaining arm instantly became much thicker. I saw it clearly! It was not an illusion. His entire arm became thicker in just a moment as if it was inflated! Doctor Song had explained the principle to me before, saying that as long as qigong is practiced to a certain level, it can achieve this.

The crazy Taoist grabbed his wrist with both hands and twisted it violently to the left.

Veins popped up on Xie Qirong's face, and he twisted his wrist back forcefully.

The crazy Taoist priest immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and used the force to thrust his upper body forward.

Xie Qirong lost his balance and took a step forward.

The crazy Taoist priest immediately put his five fingers together to form a hand knife, and stabbed it fiercely from bottom to top in the right armpit.

The next second, Xie Qirong let go of his hand in pain.

The crazy Taoist priest turned around and kicked the wall with his feet. He turned his body 180 degrees in the air, like a hook kick in football, and kicked Xie Qirong in the face.

Xie Qirong's face was covered with blood. He screamed, covered his face with his hands, and staggered backwards.

The crazy Taoist priest took three steps to catch up with him and hit Xie Qirong on the chin with his Pushing Cloud Hand. Then he squatted down in a horse stance, punched out with both fists, and used the "Vajra Pounding Garlic" move, which directly blasted the man away.

Xie Qirong flew out like a kite with a broken string, splashing mud all the way and sliding on the ground for seven or eight meters.

I couldn't help but clench my fists, thinking: "Yes! Just beat him to death!"

The next second, the Taoist priest frowned suddenly.

Xie Qirong slapped the ground with one hand and jumped up with a somersault. Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. He twisted his neck back and forth, and suddenly turned around, pointing his buttocks at the crazy Taoist priest, and farted.

The fart lasted for an extremely long time, and it lasted for half a minute before gradually dying down.

Then he turned around, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled, "What a bullshit Eight Vajra, nothing special."

Seeing this, the crazy Taoist priest who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

The Taoist priest said in a hoarse voice: "I never thought that you have been able to refine your Qi and transform it into spirit. Your acquired Qi is already connected. What an incredible achievement."

Xie Qirong picked his nose and said with a smile: "You old lunatic, my acquired Qi has long been unblocked. If I hadn't lost an arm in my early years, why would I be afraid of you? But even if I only have one arm left, even if you can defeat me, you can't kill me."

After hearing this, the crazy Taoist priest looked at Xie Qirong and said calmly: "Little kid, you haven't seen the Eight Vajra Skills yet, so how can you say it's nothing special?"

After saying this, the crazy Taoist priest pressed his palms down with his backhands.

The wind suddenly blew up in the yard.

The crazy Taoist priest seemed to be brewing something, as if he was gathering his strength.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the Taoist's hair all over the place and making the corners of his trousers rustle.

Xie Qirong sensed something and suddenly showed fear in his eyes. He shouted at the crazy Taoist priest who was still frantically breathing, "Old louse!"

The crazy Taoist priest was unmoved, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Xie Qirong as if he were a dead man. Perhaps it was his words just now, "You can't kill me", that completely aroused the Taoist priest's anger.

"Old man with lice! Old man with lice! Old man with lice! Old man with lice!"

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!! No more fighting! That's enough for today!"

Xie Qirong turned around and tried to escape. At this moment, Shit Wuchang, who had disappeared for a few minutes, suddenly appeared in front of him and asked loudly, "You lunatic! Why are you calling my master's name?"

"When did I ever call your master by his name? Who the hell is your master?"

I stared blankly at the night sky.

The moon that had just come out was now covered by dark clouds again, and even I could sense a hint of something unusual.

For people who practice martial arts, Qi is a real thing, just like the Qi sea in the human body, but outsiders cannot understand it.

Then I heard Shi Wuchang say quickly: "I can't block the next palm! You can't block it either! If you want to survive! You and I will temporarily join forces!"

"Impossible! I will never join forces with a dung beetle like you!"

"Okay, you and I will team up for now."

Xie Qirong looked at the crazy Taoist priest who was still taking breath, and his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

After saying that, Xie Qirong ran to pick up the rattle.

Shit Wuchang actually pulled out his own front tooth with force and held it in his hand. Regardless of the blood in his mouth, he closed his eyes and began to breathe.

Seeing Shit Wuchang closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, a hint of cunning suddenly flashed in Xie Qirong's eyes. Without hesitation, he waved his hand violently and hit Shit Wuchang on the head with a rattle.

“Bang!!”

One side of the rattle is dented.

Shi Wuchang was totally unprepared and was knocked to the ground in an instant, turning into a bloody man.

"Hahaha! Dung beetle! No one in this world can join forces with me! This crazy Taoist priest! I can kill him alone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Qirong tore off his clothes.

My eyes widened.

I saw that he was shirtless with a belt wrapped around his stomach, and on that belt... there was a whole row of various pistols tied to it.

Xie Qirong pulled out one of them in an instant.

He held the gun in one hand, turned sideways and aimed at the crazy Taoist priest in front of him, laughing: "Hahahaha! Damn it! Die! Take this move of Tiger God Lotus from me!"