Chapter 73 The flying tiger is invisible as a miracle

The two demons understand that the eight heroes are chivalrous and righteous antiques. Now there is Xuan Wu, the head of this extremely horrible Shaolin Dharma Hall. Brahma, the tenth elder of the demon religion, has seen that this "flying tiger bottle" is not his own, and it seems that he can only return without success!

"This 'flying tiger bottle' was originally taught by the people of heaven and earth. Which of you will only increase the harm if you get it? Today, I will definitely report to Ling Cheng, the leader of the Ming Dynasty. You just wait to be hunted and killed!" After saying that, Brahma took the woman in black over the wall.

"Amitabha, since the great demon of the demon religion has left, it's time for the old man to go back." After saying that, he motioned to the Iron Flute Beggar and Cao Ruyu and left.

On the way, Xiongfeng also looked at him with strange eyes. Xiongfeng understood that he was afraid that it was not very kind. Shaolin, Wudang, Emei and Qingcheng were all connected with the same spirit. Since Meng Wuya killed Xiongfeng, Xuanwu, the head of Shaolin's Dharma Hall, had a natural heart. What's the reason to regard Xiongfeng as the enemy? Yes.

Seeing Xiong Feng enter, Wen Tian and Dao Yi Zhe increased their vigilance.

"Hey, I said that Brother Feng was thrilling just now, but it's not so easy to break my flute, unless Geyang Tuyuan has a chance to personally teach him." The iron flute beggar laughed.

Liu Liu and Sai Zhangfei in the corner of the wall are already frightened. Now that Pingwumen has been defeated and the demon religion has been forced away. Has this "flying tiger bottle" been handed over to others like this?

Xiongfeng walked away and saw that Zhangfei and Zhuge Daliang said tremblingly, "All this is because the coquettish woman surnamed Zhou seduced us, so we..." Zhuge Daliang didn't finish. His eldest brother Zhangfei shouted, "Yes! We absolutely have no hatred for the young hero. It's just a moment of confusion and committed a great crime. Why don't you ask the young hero to spare the boy's life?

"And me" Liu Liu couldn't calm down and knelt down.

Zhuge Daliang used a color for Liu Liu, but Liu suddenly stuffed the "flying tiger bottle" into Xiong Feng's hand and got up and ran away.

Xiongfeng only felt extremely funny. He carefully looked at this small bottle called treasure and found that an indescribable force in his hand was secretly surprised in Xiongfeng's heart.

"Haha, since those three idiots don't even want money, what can I say? Haha, why don't you bring it to me quickly?" Cao Ru said with a smile.

He was also shocked when he heard the words. When did this "flying tiger bottle" come from his Kunlun school? While hesitating, the iron flute beggar stopped halfway and said, "Oh, how can I say this? What kind of bottle is this given to my brother Feng by those three scoundrels? It's not your Kunlun faction. Don't be so casual!"

Cao Rujie's face suddenly didn't know what to say, or it was difficult to say because of the sound wave skills and reputation of the iron flute beggar. He just stared at Xiong Feng and said, "Children, this thing is a treasure of the magic religion. If you take it, it will lead to death. You'd better bring it to me." The tone sounds very peaceful.

Xiongfeng said, "Since this is something from the magic religion, I naturally dare not take it, even if I come to estimate it." He said that he wanted to give it to Cao Rujie.

Seeing this, Cao Ruyu's body rushed over with a crutch and his hands were in front.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be something moving inside. I'll put it out and have a look!"

"No!" Suddenly, the iron flute beggar and Cao Rujie shouted in one voice.

But Xiongfeng had already opened the lid and saw a beam of light flashing out.

"It's a firefly!" Xiong Feng laughed.

But the iron flute beggar and Cao Ru mustard both changed their faces and swept away from the distance. "Escape!" The retreating iron flute beggar shouted.

Xiong Feng found that something was wrong. He saw that the "firefly" was getting smaller and smaller that he could no longer be seen. Suddenly, he found that something had broken into his nostrils. Xiong Feng sneezed and only felt that his throat was hot. This kind of hotness was not the kind of hot with his daughter's red and superior white dry, but heartbreaking hot!

The bottle in Xiongfeng's hand suddenly fell. He pressed his throat with his hands to shout for help, but he couldn't shout. His legs were soft and fell to the ground horizontally. Xiongfeng shouted and rolled on the ground like Sun Wukong was under a tight hoop spell. Seeing this, the iron flute beggar immediately rushed over and held Xiongfeng, but it worked there. Xiongfeng's face was pale, and his eyes seemed to be asking for help from the iron flute beggar. But the old beggar only heard the voice.

"Brother Feng, are you all right? Brother Feng!" The old beggar shouted.

But the wind is rolling and falling, like a carp on the shore is struggling. Cao Rujie's five or six people were stunned.

In fact, the majestic wind has long been painful and unbearable. His soul is scattered. He only knows the pain in his throat. He tries to guard his heart with all his strength, but it seems that he has no martial arts, and his whole body can't exert himself.

"This boy has fallen! Oh, my 'flying tiger'!" Cao Ru mustard in the distance sighed sadly and loudly, and the bitterness on his face replaced the previous panic.

The old beggar clicked on the Xiongfeng's Zhen'an Cave and Mingzong Cave. Only then did he see that Xiongfeng lay firmly on the ground without rolling, but his hands and feet trembled as if they were twitching. The folk words were like sheep's epilepsy and almost foaming.

With the help of the iron flute beggar, Xiong Feng finally passed out and said goodbye to the pain.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the iron flute beggar immediately carried Xiongfeng into the house...

In the dungeon of Qingcheng.

On the fourth day, Yang Jing had no idea of being released from prison. Although in his dream, he still kept thinking of his sister, whose strong and graceful body, red face and big black eyes were still as clear as three months ago in his heart.

He no longer dares to look forward to getting out of prison to meet his sister again. Maybe he really wants to accept it. As long as his sister Yang Qi can come to visit him once in prison, she will be beaten by the madman every day. Even if my sister is a lonely ghost, as long as I can see my sister's figure again, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance for the last time.

But the Yang family never came.

Yang Jing usually hears Su Qianyang's lamentation.

This time it's Yang Jing's turn to sigh. If he can get there, it's better to escape from this terrible prison.

"Bang!"

Yang Jing looked up in astonishment and looked at the top of the wall between the two cells.

A big stone just shrinks in, revealing a square hole that can be allowed to pass through. The edge of the hole is as smooth as being cut by a knife.

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment. The big stone weighed at least 50 or 60 pounds, but it was as light as tofu when moving.

It's like a scene that can only happen in a dream.

In the past few days, Yang Jing's injury recovered very quickly under Su Qianyang's recuperation.

Yang Jing said to Su Qianyang, who was half asleep, "Why do you think I recovered so quickly?"

Su Qianyang said, "What's strange about this? Although there are tens of millions of diseases and injuries in the world, they are all caused by the injury or obstruction of the meridians. As long as the meridians are smooth, the disease heals and the injury heals by themselves. Unless the meridians and limbs are broken, any physical trauma will recover. If the meridians can be recovered, the broken limbs can also be reborn. I test The most difficult thing is that there is the kind of eye to judge the injury, and what else is enough?

Yang Jing seemed to understand, but Su Qianyang's confidence and tone in front of him naturally made him feel that the other party was not a nonsense person.

Su Qianyang suddenly lowered his voice and said, "You have been able to pass through the meridians with half a moth time faster than ordinary people, showing that you are a good material that can't be better." After a pause, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and said proudly, "Geyang Tuyuan! Geyang Tuyuan! No one's wisdom is higher than the sky, and I can't imagine that people are not as good as God's calculation. What I haven't learned for more than 20 years has found hope in this boy!"

Yang Jing was shocked and said, "Geyang Tuyuan?" Su Qianyang finished laughing and said in a low voice, "You tell me your identity first. Why are you here? Don't miss any details." His tone has a majestic momentum to teach people to obey. It can be seen that he has been in a high position for a long time and is used to giving orders. Yang Jing mentioned it to him and immediately remembered his miserable experience. He was still a teenager. In the past two days, he was wronged and never had a chance to say a word. He couldn't help talking in detail from the beginning. Su Qianyang only listened without saying a word. Every time he came to the joint eye, he asked two sentences, and all the questions were important links.

"Haha... I didn't expect you to be a descendant of the Mongols! God help me too! Boy, I can't wait to pass on what you and I have never learned!"

Yang Jing was stunned and thought, "Since he can't even learn how to call me?"