Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 282 The Possibility of Ripple Qigong

“Traveling together…?”

Ouyang Feng looked at Chu Xuan in surprise.

They were shouting for war and killing just now, and now they are inviting him to join them to study martial arts... What's wrong with these people?

Ouyang Feng turned his gaze to Wen Lie, who put his hands in his pockets, with a noncommittal attitude.

Recruiting Ouyang Feng was the suggestion Chu Xuan made to Wen Lie through the mind chain a minute ago.

Although Ouyang Feng is a villain, his relationship with the righteous is not a life-and-death struggle.

The Five Great Masters are both enemies and friends. Guo Jing is kind-hearted, and when they see their enemy Ouyang Feng in trouble, they will lend a hand.

In other words, recruiting Ouyang Feng would not lead to hostility from the righteous people, and would also provide a great boost.

In the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes, a fourth-level intermediate warrior like Ouyang Feng is not an unnecessary helper.

Moreover, Ouyang Feng belongs to a third-party force and has no interest in the Mongolian side, but has some hatred with Guo Jing's side. No matter who the enemy of the Zhongzhou team is, Ouyang Feng will not mind.

Recruiting Ouyang Feng would be beneficial to the Zhongzhou team. If they did not recruit him, they would have to worry about whether Ouyang Feng would become an obstacle. Killing him would not be an easy task, which would be detrimental to the battle with the Tianshen team in two days.

Now, Ouyang Feng owes Wen Lie a favor, even though he used the Toad Skill to help him break through his inner demons. He is a martial arts fanatic, and the Zhongzhou team is also collecting martial arts. They are all kindred spirits and have a basis for cooperation.

Ouyang Feng calculated the pros and cons in his mind, then he bowed and smiled, saying politely, "I am honored to receive your invitation, Your Excellency. Ouyang Feng would be honored to refuse."

It is said that he who knows the times is a hero, and a hero will not suffer a loss in front of him. Ouyang Feng thought about it for a long time, and finally followed everyone into the spaceship.

The spaceship continued to move towards Weinan. The Zhongzhou team generously took out the martial arts looted from the Tomb Sect and presented them to Ouyang Feng for appreciation.

Ouyang Feng appraised these many martial arts one by one, his eyes shining brightly, sometimes surprised, sometimes happy, sometimes full of praise, and sometimes filled with emotion.

"What a unique ancient tomb martial art! It truly completely defeats Quanzhen martial arts. The woman surnamed Lin hid it so well."

Decades ago, Ouyang Feng had also been to the ancient tomb and had some friendship with the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, but he never knew that the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts could restrain the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts.

Otherwise, if he had secretly learned the Jade Maiden Sword Technique from the Ancient Tomb Sect and then went to steal the Nine Yin Scriptures, would he still be afraid of Wang Chongyang?
"Your Excellency is truly capable. Could it be that you have emptied out all the martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Ouyang Feng's gaze shifted away from the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, and there was a hint of mutual admiration in his eyes as he looked at Wen Lie.

Very good, it turns out that these people are not good people. No one is a good person. Without all the talk of righteousness and morality, it would be more comfortable to get along with them.

Wen Lie leaned against the wall, a lollipop in his mouth, and said with little interest, "Everything of value is here, let's study it together."

Ouyang Feng asked in confusion, "Sir, don't you want to study martial arts together?"

Wen Lie shook his head: "I don't practice internal energy, so I can't use these martial arts."

"Not internal energy? I heard that Tibetan martial arts don't focus on meridians, but instead focus on the three meridians and seven chakras. Are you practicing Tibetan martial arts?"

Ouyang Feng suddenly became interested.

"Tibet...I guess so."

Although there are Roman and Tibetan branches of Ripple Qigong, they are all of the same origin, just with different emphases. However, at his level, they are indistinguishable from each other.

"The martial art I practice is called Ripple Qigong. Although it's also a method of breathing and qigong, it trains the meridians and the blood. Just like throwing a stone into the water will create ripples, I use a special breathing method to create ripples in the body, thus generating powerful strength."

"This skill... the power doesn't flow through the meridians, but instead flows through the blood? What an exquisite martial art."

Ouyang Feng marveled at this. Since ancient times, martial artists who learned martial arts would first open up the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians, and circulate their internal energy in the meridians. If they were not careful, the internal energy would go astray and there would be the risk of going astray.

However, Ripple Qigong operates in the blood. The martial arts theory seems rough and there is no rules, but the power is not limited to the meridians, and the speed of growth is far beyond that of orthodox martial arts.

Wen Lie's mind moved, and he asked Ouyang Feng, "Do you want to learn?"

Ouyang Feng was delighted and asked hurriedly, "Brother Wen, are you willing to teach me?"

"I'll teach you the Ripple Qigong, and you'll help me figure out how to use it to practice martial arts. How about that?"

Wen Lie told his plan.

I'm afraid there's no way to cheat points in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes. There are no small fries to slaughter in the God Team. The members of the East American Team have probably been killed by Zhao Zhuikong. The South Flame Continent Team and the North Ice Continent Team have become allies, so it's not easy to kill them indiscriminately.

If you don't want to return empty-handed, you can only focus on martial arts.

His weakness happened to be technical skills. If Ouyang Feng, the martial arts master, could combine ripple qigong with martial arts, then his last weakness would be gone.

Faced with Wen Lie's request, Ouyang Feng naturally agreed, and the two of them immediately began to study ripple qigong and Central Plains martial arts.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! It's dry, be careful with fire!"

The autumn wind has risen, the night is bleak, and there are no people on the streets of the county town. Only two old-looking night watchmen are beating gongs, shouting in hoarse voices, and walking with their necks hunched on the stone-paved path.

Suddenly, the light from the lantern revealed two black shadows that flashed by quickly. The night watchman shuddered all over, pretending that he saw nothing. He looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and continued walking along the path.

The figure that passed by from a high place leaped over several huts, dived down, jumped into a house, shook open the door of an unlit room, slipped in quickly, and closed the door again.

"Did the old beggar not chase us?"

Two tall and strong men leaned against the wall side by side, looking at each other with expressions of fear and anxiety in their eyes.

"It seems not. We got rid of him."

A man looked out from the crack of the door and saw nothing.

"Uh...!"

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

These two were none other than the second and third ugliest of the Five Ugly Men of Tibet. They had previously killed innocent people in Guangdong, and Hong Qigong discovered them, so he chased them all the way from Guangdong.

"Damn it, that old beggar is really meddling in other people's business. Beggars should just go and beg honestly. Why is he meddling in our affairs? Is he afraid that the Mongols will occupy the Song Dynasty and there will be no place for them to beg?"

The second ugly man was indignant. He looked outside and cursed, showing both fear and hatred.

"That's right. It's not us Mongols who made him a beggar. Those stinky beggars from the Beggars' Gang didn't help us, but instead helped the Song Kingdom. They are such bastards."

The three ugly men responded repeatedly, their eyes full of hatred.

Isn't it just killing a few dozen people? Why chase him all the way from Guangdong to Jinghu South Road?

"Even if I tell you the principles of how a man should behave, you still won't understand." A sharp shout exploded in the ears of the two men like spring thunder. They felt dizzy, their bodies knocked down the wall, and they fell out of the room.

When he got up and looked back, he saw an old beggar with white hair and beard standing in the room holding an emerald green bamboo stick. He looked stern and intimidating without even getting angry.

"Ah! The old beggar is chasing us!"

The two were horrified, but they didn't know when Hong Qigong entered the room, and they crawled out of the house.

After jumping out of the courtyard wall, Erchou and Sanchou used their lightness skills to transform into two black shadows, and fled quickly through the streets and alleys of the county town.

"Qiang!"

Suddenly, a sound of a sword rang out from the front, and the golden sword energy tore through the night sky and landed in front of him in the blink of an eye.

This sword strike is not unparalleled in the world, and it is rare to find it in Song State. Even the top fighters in the world would not dare to take it head-on.

However, Erchou and Sanchou stood still until the sword energy cut through their skin, then they suddenly woke up. Sanchou retreated to Erchou's body and placed his palm on him. Erchou raised his thick-backed sword and slashed forward. The strong sword energy was released from the blade, turning into a ten-meter-long sword, slashing towards the golden sword energy.

The blades intersected, and the golden blade energy looked small, but it was unstoppable. It fiercely cut through the thick blade energy and split a crack in the thick-backed sword.

The second and third ugly men retreated five steps in succession and fell to the ground. They felt their blood rushing up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Their combined skills were not much inferior to the golden sword energy. It was just because they lost their minds and were unable to control the attack, they fell into a disadvantage in one round and suffered some injuries.

Er Chou screamed in fear: "What, who is that?!"

"The small words on the red paper tell all my life's feelings. The wild geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water, but I feel sad that this feeling is hard to express."

The melancholy song echoed in the night, and a pretty woman holding a golden long sword came from the path ahead.

"Zhongzhou Team, Zhan Lan, I've been ordered to capture you. If you're willing to surrender, perhaps you can suffer less."

Zhan Lan's voice revealed a strange magic. The thinking of Erchou and Sanchou became dull. They looked at Zhan Lan with dull eyes, got up from the ground, and staggered towards Zhan Lan.

When he got closer, Zhan Lan suddenly drew his sword, and the Dream-Breaking Sword transformed into four blade beams, slashing towards the arms of Erchou and Sanchou.

The blade was already in front of them, but Erchou and Sanchou were still in a daze. It was not until blood flew and four hands fell to the ground that Erchou and Sanchou's eyes became clearer and they fell backwards with screams.

Zhan Lan sheathed his knife, stepped forward, grabbed the second and third ugly guys by the neck, and lifted them up.

"Little girl, are you using the Soul-Snatching Technique and the Ghost Prison's Howling Wind? Who taught you that? How dare you use such a simple technique so carelessly?"

At this moment, a shout came from the left.

Hong Qigong jumped down from the wall holding a bamboo stick.

He had been following the Second and Third Ugly guys, and he saw the fight between Zhan Lan and the Second and Third Ugly guys.

Originally, he thought that Zhan Lan was a chivalrous woman who came to do justice, but when he saw the martial arts that Zhan Lan used, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

The Ghost Prison's Cold Wind Roars, this skill belongs to the sonic skill, it can hurt people with sound, take souls with sound, and can also spread罡气 with sound, its power is incomparable, its sound is like the roar of ghosts in hell, cold winds make people retreat without attack, and shudder. The highest level is the formless sound罡.

The Soul-Capture Technique is a very secret technique that can reveal the mystery of life and death, can captivate souls, absorb the energy of ghosts, and can also be used to absorb the power and souls of others.

These two skills are the most dangerous ones in the Nine Yin Scriptures. He had seen Xiao Rong'er use them before. In comparison, this little girl only used the basics. It seemed that she had only just gotten a glimpse of the skills and then used them. It was a blessing that she did not suffer any backlash.

"Greetings, Senior Hong. I learned the Soul-Snatching Technique and the Ghost Prison's Howling Wind in Mount Zhongnan."

Zhan Lan responded politely, his expression calm.

The night before yesterday, the Zhongzhou team set out from the Qinling Mountains and headed to Guangdong by spacecraft.

Although the journey is long, if we accelerate the spacecraft to Mach 10, we can arrive in less than a day.

However, they went to Guangdong to look for people, not for tourism. So every time they arrived at a place, someone would go to the city to inquire about the news of the Five Ugly Men of Tibet, which was why they were delayed for two days.

This afternoon, the Zhongzhou team received news from the Beggar Gang disciples and confirmed the approximate location of the Five Ugly Men of Tibet. They rushed over immediately and scanned several counties in succession. It was in this county that Zhan Lan found the Five Ugly Men of Tibet who were driven away by Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong asked suspiciously, "Zhongnan Mountain? Are you a disciple of Quanzhen Sect? I don't think so."

Zhan Lan said calmly, "Mount Zhongnan isn't unique to the Quanzhen Sect. Back then, Wang Chongyang left the lower volume of the Nine Yin Manual in someone else's home due to some grudges. I obtained the technique from that family."

Hong Qigong thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "...ancient tomb?"

Zhan Lan answered frankly: "That's right."

Hong Qigong was speechless for a moment. As an outsider, it was difficult for him to say anything about the couple's affairs.

Zhan Lan added, "Senior Hong, it's fate that we met. How about I entertain you a little?"

Hong Qigong smiled faintly: "Alright, these five ugly Tibetans still have a few accomplices. Since you have learned the soul-stealing technique, try to dig those accomplices out of their brains."

Zhan Lan nodded and said to Hong Qigong, "Senior Hong, please come over."

Hong Qigong didn't understand what was going on, but he wasn't afraid that Zhan Lan might have any bad intentions. He walked towards Zhan Lan with a bamboo stick in his hand, and stopped only when he was two meters in front of Zhan Lan.

At this moment, an invisible force field descended from the sky and enveloped Hong Qigong and Zhan Lan.

Hong Qigong felt as if his body had lost weight, his feet left the ground and floated into the air.

He was startled and looked up at Zhan Lan. Zhan Lan looked calm and was also floating in the air and gradually rising.

Guessing that Zhan Lan had no tricks up his sleeve, Hong Qigong did not take action but looked up at the sky.

But a silver disc was seen hanging in the night sky hundreds of feet above the sky, like a full moon that had changed its position.

Hong Qigong was startled and asked Zhan Lan hurriedly, "What treasure is that?"

"That's a large wooden kite made of iron."

"Oh, I see."

With just one sentence, Zhan Lan made Hong Qigong suddenly realize the truth.

A large wooden kite made of iron, this is the explanation that is easiest for the characters to understand.

Entering the interior of the spacecraft through the anti-gravity channel, Zhan Lan led Hong Qigong out of the teleportation room and walked along the spacious corridor made of alloy. Hong Qigong was amazed at everything he saw. In all his years of life, this was the first time he knew that the Mohist wooden kite looked like this.

Crossing the corridor, Zhan Lan and Hong Qigong entered a spacious hall. Seeing the old man sitting in the hall, Hong Qigong's face changed and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Old Poisonous Man? Why is it you?"

(End of this chapter)