Chapter 91 Pointing

"Drink!"

Yang Yanzhao, who hit an elbow, shouted in a low voice. Just as he was about to close the momentum, a figure quietly appeared. Suddenly, he made a loud noise and looked away, but it was a fist coming towards the door.

Before he could guess the identity of the other party, Yang Yanzhao instinctively flashed to the left side, stretched out his right hand and wrapped the other party's forearm, turned his palm into claws, and locked his arm.

At the same time, his left elbow bent and followed the situation. As usual, with his style, he must knock down the opponent's thunder.

But soon, Yang Yanzhao's heart trembled suddenly, because the arm wrapped in his right hand seemed to suddenly shrink into nothingness and pulled it out of his hand. What was more shocking was that when he pulled out his arm, there was a counterattack. He grabbed his right arm with one blow and couldn't move.

And there was also severe pain in his left elbow. Yang Yanzhao frowned, and then he saw that the person coming was Meng Kan.

Meng Kan let go of his hand with a smile, while Yang Yanzhao endured the pain of his left arm and hurriedly saluted, "Yan Zhao has seen his uncle."

"There is no need to be polite. I just saw that your trick was a little novel, so I became curious and came to have a try. It's really some subtle."

"Uncle praised it. These are Yanzhao's reckless actions, some rough handles that can't be put on the table."

"You are too modest. Although you can't take gas into shape at the moment, it's more than enough to deal with ordinary masters with your tricks just now. However, it's still difficult to meet real masters, especially the masters of Qizang Gully."

Hearing the words, a trace of sadness flashed on Yang Yanzhao's face. The more he touched, the more he understood that even if the martial arts were refined, it would be useless without energy.

The gap is difficult to overcome, and you can't rely on the moves to make up for it.

Perhaps he saw the depression in Yang Yanzhao's heart. Meng Kan loosened his shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't care too much. The senior brother has given the book to your third uncle. He is proficient in elixirs. It should be captured by that guy.

The trick you just practiced is simple and powerful, which is a rare trick to defeat the enemy, but there are still some flaws, or perfection.

It turned out that the teacher invited the third uncle to check his body. Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao showed a trace of gratitude and felt much more at ease.

Later, he heard the second half of Meng Kan's sentence and quickly bent down to salute, "Please give me some advice."

Last night, after a burst of conversation, he had learned from Guo Huai that in addition to practicing the 'Kui Yanjing', he also studied physical skills, so Meng Kan had already reached the peak in martial arts.

Especially in the short hand just now, Yang Yanzhao did not feel the pressure at all, which proved that Meng Kan used physical skills to compete with him.

And this capture 14 type is brought from later generations. With his own foundation, he can confidently think that even a master can fight.

But just now, in a blow, he was cracked and even captured without any power to fight back. Yang Yanzhao could only meditate in his heart that 'there is a mountain outside, and there is someone outside'.

At present, when he heard Meng Kan want to point out his capture, how could he hesitate? He climbed up the pole and looked at Meng Kan.

Looking at Yang Yanzhao's respectful appearance, Meng Kan's love for talent couldn't help moving a little more. He raised his head and glanced at the top and found that Geng Yuanfu had left. He immediately put his hand behind him and coughed a few times.

"Cough... It seems that I drank less tea last night. Why do I feel that my throat is a little dry..."

Meng Kan said so, how could Yang Yanzhao not know what he was referring to? Now he quickly strode to the inn, "Uncle, please wait a moment, Yan Zhao will get the tea!"

Not long, Yang Yanzhao, who was full of anxiety, hurried back with a reddish-brown crooked teapot in his hand. At this moment, it took some time to find an exquisite pot, so he copied a nearby one, grabbed an empty cup and hurried back.

When he stepped into the open space, Meng Kan somehow got a small square stool and sat peacefully on the low green edges of the nameless plants. He waved his hands gently, and his wide sleeve robe swayed leisurely with the morning breeze.

It's so elegant, but with the appearance and temperament of the person in front of him, Yang Yanzhao couldn't bear to say anything to sweep away Meng Kan's interest, and suddenly sympathized with Guo Huai.

I don't know how he has endured it over the years. Maybe he is used to it, so it's not surprising?

Of course, he threatened to bury the awkward smile. Then he stepped forward, poured a cup of tea, and handed it up respectfully. "The store hasn't opened yet in the morning, so I only found this rough tea. I hope my uncle won't dislike it."

Looking at Yang Yanzhao, who was close to him and bent down to hand over the tea, Meng Kan's cheerful laughter immediately sounded and laughed for a long time before he took the tea and drank it all.

"I am a rough person. How can a rough person be dissatisfied with coarse tea?"

After drinking two cups in a row, Meng Kan got up from the small square stool, walked aside, turned his back to Yang Yanzhao, and shouted in a low voice, "Kid, you have a good look!"

He hurriedly put the crooked pot in his hand aside. Yang Yanzhao stared at Meng Kan without blinking, feeling the strong momentum emanating from his body.

This has nothing to do with vigor. It is a kind of standing and motionless. It seems that the whole person has taken root and the masonry under his feet, steady and thick.

"Your tricks are more than enough, but they are not enough!"

Suddenly, Meng Kan moved. To be precise, the pebble he picked up in his right hand flew out. In an instant, the stone rushed to a courtyard wall not far away.

There was no sound of impact, nor did Yang Yanzhao imagine the picture of the wall being destroyed and falling bricks. When the stone touched the courtyard wall, it fell strangely to the ground.

It fell to the ground intact!

"Also, not everyone can be stopped by you!"

Before Yang Yanzhao woke up, Meng Kan's voice sounded again. Looking for the voice, he saw that a burly man had become the physique of a petite and weak woman in a blink of an eye.

Bone contraction shift!

No wonder I just felt that the arm I grabbed seemed to have become nothingness. It turned out that it was because it was shrinking back. Yang Yanzhao had only heard of it, and it was also regarded as a pastime. He smiled. Unexpectedly, what he saw it with his own eyes today suddenly felt that it was eye-opening.

"This is a kind of physical art, and there are many people who have learned it."

Leaving this sentence, Meng Kan turned around and left and showed his hands. He believed that Yang Yanzhao should understand the meaning of this. If he couldn't even understand it, he was not worth thinking about it again.

Meng Kan left, but Yang Yanzhao frowned. He only said two sentences. The latter sentence was easy to understand. The dislocation of bone shrinkage was a restraint on capture.

But in the previous sentence, Yang Yanzhao can't understand what it means to be more than enough, but not accurate?

This capture of the Fourteenth type is a trick to defeat the enemy. How can there be a lack of precision business?

But Meng Kan's master of physique will never talk nonsense and lose his identity as a senior.

So there must be some shortcomings in his capture. After thinking about it, he even slowly practiced the fourteenth and moves, and Yang Yanzhao still had no clue.

"Oh, my God!"

At this time, there was an exclamation in his ear. Yang Yanzhao looked up. The little man carrying the water walked to the well again. The wooden bucket in his hand was thrown to the ground. It was unimaginable to see that the wall in front of him cracked inch by inch. Finally, the sand and stone flew, scattered on the green bricks and turned into dust.

Turning his head, the little guy looked at Yang Yanzhao like a ghost. Xu Yu ran away. After a while, he could hear his hoarse and frightened voice.

"The shopkeeper, it's not good, the courtyard wall is broken!"

At this time, Yang Yanzhao suddenly remembered Meng Kan's gentle hand and strode to the wall. The thick wall was gone, full of sand and dust.

Walking towards the corner where the stone flew away, Yang Yanzhao suddenly realized that the small stone was hidden in the sand intact, revealing half of his figure.

He went forward to pick up the stone, stroked it carefully, and felt the remaining energy on it.

At this time, he seemed to understand what Meng Kan meant. Indeed, the accuracy of the Fourteen Type was difficult to get into the eyes of the master.

In his hand, he played with the pebbles that began to stain his body temperature. Yang Yanzhao's face was like water, and the scene of Meng Kan hitting the stones kept flashing in his mind.

Uncle's action is understated. The injury is not outside, and inside, this capture of Type 14 is the same. Controlling the enemy is not a trap trick, but the key, using the least force to hurt the opponent's key!

It seemed that his heart suddenly opened up. Yang Yanzhao threw the pebbles aside, and his figure moved like a rabbit, and began to practice the capture.

When Yang Yanzhao was concentrating on the capture, the frightened servant led the short and fat innkeeper hurriedly, talking about the previous terrible scene and the handsome but suspicious young man.

"Okay, shopkeeper, we paid for the wall. You take the buddy to the front to get busy!"

Two figures appeared in front of the two of them. The polite scholar was affinity in the scribe's language. An ingot of silver was thrown out of his hand and fell in front of the fast-walking shopkeeper.

He hurriedly grabbed the silver and secretly weighed it a few times in the palm of his hand. The shopkeeper's face showed his usual flattering smile. "Thank you, the little old man, the little old man is going back now. At noon, he will ask someone to clean the backyard, so as not to disturb the guest officer."

After saying that, the shopkeeper turned around and left with the little man who was still about to talk. It was not until he turned the corner that he took out some broken silver from his arms. "Go, go to the old man Wang in the east of the city and ask him to bring some people to rebuild the wall in the backyard."

"Shopkeeper, do you want to report this matter to the official?"

Hearing the words, a trace of mischievousness flashed on the shopkeeper's fat face, and a slap came to the little man's forehead. "You stupid man, since you can easily destroy the courtyard wall into rubble, we can't provoke it. The money has been lost, so don't make trouble for me anymore!

If you don't go quickly, don't wander around on the street, come back early to greet the guests, or I will punish you for an hour's rest tonight!"