Chapter 10 Garo Fujiki

"Aoki's protection method, it's almost time. Why don't you rest?"

Wu Pengwei smiled and jumped off the rockery and stood opposite Aoki.

Aoki put his hands in his sleeves, looked dull, and answered simply: "I'm waiting for the four elders."

"What's the matter with me?"

Aoki stared at Wu Pengwei coldly and asked, "'Chiyan Fire Beads' and 'Yeyang Shen Gong' were stolen, right?"

His voice was hoarse, like a rusty iron sheet scraping on the ground, which made people feel creepy in the silent night.

"Why does Aoki Hufa say that?" Wu Pengwei did not deny it or admit it.

Aoki raised his head and grinned the corners of his mouth, as if he was sneering, but it was worse than crying: "That day, I fought with Mo Wugui. At that time, there was also an elder who gave merit. Among the three people, I had the highest force, and finally I was the first to fly out of the Tibetan Sutra Tower, but I didn't see the whereabouts of the secrets and red fire beads."

"I remember that the night the scriptures were stolen was at night. Maybe you didn't search carefully at that time. When I heard that the scripture building made a noise, the suzerain was the first to rush over, but it only took five minutes. This time is not enough for you to find the whereabouts of the scriptures that landed in the night."

"Hmm." Aoki snorted: "Although the taste and touch of the 'dead wood Zen skills' I practiced have been extremely weak in my five senses, my sense of vision is extremely strong, and I rest during the day and practiced my skills only when there is no one at night. After four years, the night did not hinder me. That night, I swept through the vicinity of the Tibetan Sutra Building at a very fast speed. There is no secret to fall at all.

Wu Pengwei curled his lips and didn't say anything.

Aoki continued: "Later, in the competition between Wang Heng and Qiu Shan, I know the level of my disciples. His internal strength may not be bad, but he has a little understanding of martial arts. For the past four years, I have devoted myself to practicing 'dead wood Zen skills', and I have no time to teach him. With his flawed kapok palm, how can he be Qiu Shan's opponent. "

"The process of the comparison test surprised me. The technique he used was extremely exquisite. If I used it, it would be nothing more than this. There was no trace of astringency. At that time, Mo Wugui and I guessed that he must have been designated by a master. Legend has a kung fu called "transmission into the secret", which can be transmitted to the person you want to tell. In my ears, and no one else felt it. Unfortunately, both Mo Wugui and I guessed the wrong person at that time.

Wu Pengwei listened to Aoki's words and did not move peacefully. He just turned his body slightly, parallel to the rockery.

Aoki said again: "Later, Mo Wugui was arrested. At that time, I felt that something was wrong. The secret was not with him. There must have been someone else on the night of the theft. I wanted to trace it slowly. Unfortunately, later, the 'crazy knife door' went up the mountain to provoked and was delayed for a while, but that competition made you like this. Genius."

Wu Pengwei asked with a smile, "Then why didn't Aoki Hufa doubt me at that time?"

Aoki thought for a moment before saying, "Although you are only 15 years old this year, your talent is amazing, and you are the only martial arts genius I have ever seen in my life, you use water techniques. Fire secrets are useless to you now, so I'm not too suspicious."

"However, although I made a mistake in my estimation, the suzerain asked me to go down the mountain to protect you from participating in this 'Wuwang Competition'. I felt bored on the mountain and agreed. Unexpectedly, I found your true face." Aoki paused for a moment and looked at Wu Pengwei again: "Do you know who is the young Taoist priest who is in the test with you today?"

"Didn't he say that his name was Li Wuxin, the third generation of disciples of Zhengqingzong."

Aoki shook his head slightly.

"Is there something wrong?"

"It's not wrong. He is indeed Li Wuxin and a third-generation disciple of Zhengqingzong, but he is also the leader of the young generation in today's martial arts world, known as the 'impermanent sword'. He is proficient in gold and water. He is only 18 years old. His strength has reached the middle level of martial soul and is a rising star in the martial arts world. . " Aoki said slowly.

"So what?" Wu Pengwei was puzzled.

"You confronted him but did not fall behind, and you showed the fire body method at that time. Although I don't know what martial arts are recorded in the 'Yang Shen Gong', the speed of the body method is only seen in my life. I understood at that time that the secret and the 'red fire beads' were probably stolen by you."

"In addition, when Wang Heng first fought with the fat man, he was going to lose, but he inexplicably saved the disadvantage and almost defeated the fat man. There must be something fishy in it."

"At that time, although you lowered your head and drank tea, your fingers kept beating on the table. Others thought that you might be an unconscious action, but I carefully watched your every move. The wine in your glass was gone, but your mouth was constantly squirming. You continued to knock to cover up the last trace of smallness of your lips. The voice, the fourth elders, I don't think I'm wrong.

After saying this, Aoki looked up and stared at Wu Pengwei coldly, with aggressive eyes.

"Yes, the trace of your analysis is in. There is no deviation. It's amazing." Wu Pengwei gave a thumbs up.

Aoki hummed and said, "I don't care what your purpose is. I don't want to get back the secret for the mountain gate. I just want you to give me the 'red fire beads'."

"Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Wu Pengwei sighed, "Unfortunately, I can't give you the 'red fire beads'."

"Why?" The murder in Aoki's eyes flashed by.

Wu Pengwei didn't say anything, just took out a few gray pieces from his arms and threw them over.

Aoki took it, stared at it, and his body shook.

He naturally saw that this was a fragment of "red fire beads", which was emitting a faint fire attribute energy, but it was already extremely weak.

Aoki changed color and asked, "The red fire beads are so powerful that those who are not more than ten thousand people can't melt it. What's going on?"

"I don't know. I just know that it suddenly cracked." Wu Pengwei did not lie, but only hid the process of "red fire beads" fission.

"It's over, it's all over." Aoki muttered, and there was a deep loss in his eyes.

"So I'm sorry, too." Wu Pengwei felt a little sorry and said hello.

Unexpectedly, Aoki suddenly looked up and a crazy and fierce light burst out in his eyes. He shouted in a low voice, "Wu Pengwei, I'm going to kill you."

Wu Pengwei has been on guard for a long time. He swept his left hand on the rockery beside him for a long time, bringing up countless flying rubble and shooting at Aoki.

Although the "dead wood Zen skill" practiced by Aoki is powerful, its reaction speed is a little slow. The stones all over the sky shot like an arrow. He waved his robe sleeve, rolled out a green light, and easily swept the stones away.

But at this time, Wu Pengwei also launched the "floating wave" body method, and the flowing water came, bringing out several remnants beside him, and slaps one palm at the point of his body.

He used "Nu Tao Zhan", a mixed martial arts skill of water and gold. It was powerful and invincible in the past, but when he hit Aoki, he made a dull sound after another, like a revolution, without a trace of strength.

Wu Pengwei was shocked and retreated.

"Hmm." Under the moon night, the green wood rose again with a more ugly smile than crying, and said, "Do you know why I practice 'dead wood Zen'? It is because this kung fu has been cultivated to the extreme, and the whole body is like dead wood, stiff and hard. There are too many people with your poor strength. I have reached the level of thousands of people. No matter how exquisite your martial arts are, attack is right. It's hard for me to work."

Wu Pengwei just didn't say anything, staring at Aoki calmly, and there was no trace of panic in his dark eyes.

Aoki nodded and praised, "You are young and not chaotic in the face of danger. You have a great general style. In time, your achievements are unlimited. Unfortunately, you have ruined my major events. I am about to die. I am lonely on the road to Huangquan. Come and accompany me."

After saying that, Aoki lingered with a miserable green and deep light, which was dazzling, and gradually condensed a wolf's martial soul image above his head.

The wolf is fierce and fierce, but there is no lack of tricks. Aoki did not hesitate to humiliate for four years in order to practice his skills, which is his best portrayal.

It's just that Aoki has practiced "dead wood Zen", and the martial soul has also become a little dull.

"The dead wood Zen skill is passed down from the ancient ascetic monks in the Western Regions. There are few attack moves, and there are only two mysterious martial arts skills in total." Aoki raised his arms, and the green gas formed between his palms. "One move is 'mandala flower', which symbolizes the vitality of plants and trees. You must have seen it when you hid outside the sutra building. There is also a trick called 'Galo vine', which represents the death of plants, flowers and plants. There is no change. There is only one style, but it is more powerful than the former. And I don't want you to be tortured before you die, so I'll send you to Huangquan in this way.

Aoki inhaled again, and the green gas between his palms became thicker and thicker. In the end, there was a faint blackness. The wolf of the martial soul above his head also lowered his body, and his limbs were slightly bent, as if it was the last momentum before killing prey.

Wu Pengwei, who had been standing still, also began to gather momentum, and the soft white light gathered above his head to form a golden lion.

Compared with Aoki, his martial soul is nearly two times smaller.

The difference in the volume of the martial soul is also the gap between the power of Wu Pengwei and Aoki's qi and blood.

The lion should have been far better than the wolf, but at this time the lion is just a young lion, and the wolf opposite is an adult.

Wu Pengwei was in trouble, but he was still not afraid.

Aoki's power is completely condensed, and his palms are slowly raised to his chest, chanting a sentence as if singing: "Flowers bloom and fall, life and death are impermanent, life and death, Galo rattan."

The sentence is like an ancient ballad, and Aoki's body also bursts out at the end of the word "wood". The arrow-like speed is no longer the initial dullness and slowness.

His palms bring out the green light and shadow all over the sky. The light and shadow are derived like flowers, constantly blooming one tragic green branches and trees. Flowers bloom on the branches, but only in an instant, they withered and fell. Not only that, the miserable green wind swept across the lawn on the ground, and the original delicate flowers and plants withered at the same time.

Flowers bloom and fall, which means life and death.

And Wu Pengwei still stood quietly. The lion above his head roared silently, but he did not move.

When Aoki's palm was almost printed on his chest, Wu Pengwei's palms began to emit a completely different light.

The left palm is red, as hot as fire.

The right palm is soft and white, as soft as water.

The palms met each other, and in an a second, they rushed to the Qingmu that came to their faces.