When Yin Xiu took Ma Xiaoyu's hand and walked out of the door, the place outside was already full of people, all old acquaintances. However, Grandma Lan actually called her sisters over, and at this time almost all the fortune-tellers in Tilanqiao had come. When they saw Yin Xiu, their wrinkled faces blossomed. "Is this your son-in-law?" One of the old ladies gently pulled Mrs. Lan's sleeve. "Not yet." Grandma Lan sighed, "I don't know what girls nowadays are thinking. Why are they just like that? Forget it, forget it. Just let it be." Then she called out to Yin Xiu, "Yin Xiu, you have an important event today, and all of us fortune-tellers are here to congratulate you and wish you success." "Is it successful immediately?" Yin Xiu smiled and took Grandma Lan's hand, "Then I'll take your good words, old lady."
"polite." Although Grandma Lan expressed disdain, her eyes were actually full of love. "correct." Yin Xiu lowered his voice and asked, "Is there anything like last time, a straw man or a puppet or something, that can help me block the old master's attack?" "That's gone." Grandma Lan waved her hand slightly. "That's it..." Yin Xiu's face was full of frustration. However, at this time, Grandma Lan grabbed his hand again and secretly put something in his hand. “But I have this for you, which is just as useful, and it’s a treasure I’ve treasured for decades. I thought of it for self-defense when I was young, but now I don’t have many years left to live, so I won’t need it anymore. I’ll give it to you now, so you can use it.” Yin Xiu's worry turned into joy, he almost wanted to pick up Grandma Lan and spin her around. He weighed the thing in his hand with a smile on his face, he felt that it was an extremely delicate and ingenious gadget, like a compass and also a Bagua mirror. "What's the origin of this?" Yin Xiu asked with a smile. "It's nothing special. It was bought from Liberty Bank." "Well?" Yin Xiu was stunned for a moment, "Libaohang." "Yes." Grandma Lan nodded. Yin Xiu glanced at his hand and saw a golden Rolex watch lying in it. "nice one?" Yin Xiu asked again, wondering if Lan Po had made a mistake.
However, Grandma Lan smiled and said, "Of course it's a good thing. I heard that when people in the underworld run away, this thing is hard currency. You can exchange it for money anywhere." "But the problem is that I have to escape successfully first." Yin Xiu muttered. "what?" "nothing." Yin Xiu put the watch into his pocket and said, "I said I would come back to have tea with you in a while." "That's thoughtful." Grandma Lan patted his hands. When Yin Xiu walked out, he found that the neighbors were also here, waiting for him. "This is……" Yin Xiu was unable to react for a moment, until the head of Guangmingli came out and said to him: "Yin Xiu, we have heard that a society wants to challenge you to a duel. Don't be afraid, there are so many of us, we can all go with you!" As soon as he said this, everyone else responded and showed their "weapons" such as kitchen knives and spatulas. "Don't show your weapon on the street. What if you get caught?" The head of the village quickly signaled everyone to put away their weapons, "We'll use them when the time comes to beat these bastards!" "Yes, beat these bastards to death!" the crowd was excited. Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel a headache and didn't know how to explain it. It was Chun Dai who came to the rescue. He took out the ID in his pocket and shook it, "What are you all arguing about? I'm Chun~ Sherlock, the deputy chief of the Miscellaneous Division of the West Kowloon Police Station. Yin Xiu didn't go there to fight, he just went there to have tea and chat with others. You brought your guys out here, do you want to all be imprisoned for a few days!?" After hearing this, the atmosphere among the crowd suddenly became a little tense. After all, no matter who you mess with, you can't mess with the patrolman. And even if those societies didn't give face to Yoon Soo, could they not give face to the inspector? So everyone slowly left amid Yin Xiu's thanks. "If I had known earlier, I would have called a group of martial artists to come and congratulate Yin Xiu." Lin Hu thought thoughtfully: "After all, a martial artist needs to see a mountain to know his own shallowness. At the same time, this kind of comparison can also alert the mountain and make it aware of its own shortcomings." "Fill in the gaps?" Ren Qi snorted coldly, "Even if there were a hundred of these people, they wouldn't be enough for Yin Xiu to beat up. Why did they come here? To block traffic?" "I wouldn't call over a hundred of them." Lin Hu could only smile awkwardly when he heard him say that. "But asking someone to come and practice with me right now really won't help." "but……" Lin Hu was worried again and asked, "He hasn't come to practice with me in the past half month. What about you? Have you practiced with him?" "Easy." Ren Qi still looked down on him, "In such a short time, what can I learn from practicing with him every day?
Besides, it is better to be still than to move. There are no masters in the training room or generals in the academy in the world. " "you are right." Lin Hu sighed, feeling annoyed that he couldn't help. "When it comes to martial arts, the master can only teach you how to do it, but it's up to you to practice it yourself." While he was shaking his head, Yin Xiu and a group of people had already walked away. Cai Huaxiong leaned close to Yin Xiu and whispered something. Even Ma Xiaoyu couldn't hear it clearly. She only knew that they were discussing how to go to Malaysia. Beforehand, she and Yin Xiu had agreed that Yin Xiu would not take the same boat with her, and that they would take different routes, so that they would appear to be less conspicuous. As for how Yin Xiu planned to go to Malaysia, the two did not discuss it in detail. After all, plans cannot keep up with changes, as long as they can arrive by then, it will be fine. While Yin Xiu was holding Ma Xiaoyu's hand, he also whispered to Cai Huaxiong: "Are you done? Is it unsafe to follow the method you said?" "Unsafe?" Caihua Xiong glanced at him with dissatisfaction, "My skills have never been unsafe. When I helped people with prosthetics, the only people who said I did a good job were the customers. No one ever complained about my poor craftsmanship.” "That's my offense." Yin Xiu nodded, "It's not that I don't believe you, I just don't believe the person you're looking for." "Why not believe this?" Caihua Xiong was getting more and more unconvinced. "This is a classmate I met in college. We drank together and skipped classes together. I can guarantee with my character that there is no more reliable foreigner in Hong Kong Island than him." "So he's a ghost." Yin Xiu hesitated again, "My foreign language is not very good." "You're all stupid." Caihua Xiong rolled his eyes, "How can there be foreigners who don't speak Mandarin?" …… On the top of Taiping Mountain, Uncle Ming and Afa stood aside, and it was unclear whether they were there to support Yin Xiu or just to be witnesses. The others watched from a farther distance, leaving the duel to Nangong Baixing and Yin Xiu. Beside Nangong Baixing, in addition to Taoist Qingyun holding the talisman, there was also Zhang Yiyuan standing. Upon seeing Yin Xiu, Zhang Yiyuan couldn't help but sigh: "This boy will be extraordinary in the future." "future?" Nangong Baixing snorted, "In the eyes of Xiandu, this kid has no future, because you want him to die, don't you?" "That's also the purpose of this duel." Zhang Yiyuan was very calm. "It is precisely because he is still immature that we have to deal with him now, to prevent him from becoming powerful one day and causing trouble for everyone."
"It's just like that for you guys." Too lazy to say anything more to him, Nangong Baixing waved his sleeves and walked forward. Yin Xiu suddenly felt pressure and took the opportunity to salute to relieve some of the pressure. "Yin Xiu from Maoshan, I pay my respects to the old Heavenly Master!" "You're welcome." Nangong Baixing waved his hand, then lowered his eyes and glanced at Yin Xiu, "You are honest. You didn't run away." "I have always believed that honesty and frankness are good qualities most of the time." "Good thing?" Nangong Baixing sighed, "But such a quality will only cost you your life. Are you ready?" Yin Xiu glanced at Zhang Yiyuan who was standing in the distance, and his eyes met that of the Xiandu Qigong practitioner. There was coldness in both of their eyes. "You don't have to look at him." Nangong Baixing whispered: "He is just a chess piece, an insignificant one at that, and can be abandoned at any time." "I thought that all the Qi-refining practitioners in Xiandu were outstanding." Yin Xiu was a little surprised. "They may be the so-called dragon and phoenix, but when there are too many of them together, they are no different from chickens in a chicken coop, and it is difficult to tell them apart." Nangong Baixing looked at him with disdain. "There's no point in fighting him. Instead, you need to fight the power behind him. Behind him are the imperial court and the Qi-refining masters who want to keep the dragon veins of the Nine Provinces and help themselves become immortals. They are your enemies." Yin Xiu nodded, "One day, I will have to eradicate them all." "Oh?" Nangong Baixing had to admit that because Yin Xiu said this, no matter if he was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth or just made it up, because of this sentence, the old Taoist priest of Maoshan would look up to him from then on. But that would only be possible if Yin Xiu could escape today's disaster first. Nangong Baixing raised his hand slightly, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder as he moved. "You are a junior and also my disciple. I won't make the first move. You should go first." Yin Xiu asked him, "Old Heavenly Master, is it Taoism or fists and feet?" "It's all the same." Nangong Baixing said lightly. It's all the same. I don't know if Nangong Baixing wants to say that fists and magic are actually the same thing, or that no matter which method Yin Xiu chooses to fight, he will be defeated. However, after having been suppressed by a group of telepathic masters in Changbai Mountain and then being surpassed by an immortal with unrivaled power, Yin Xiu had become somewhat accustomed to the pressure of this extreme disadvantage, although it sounds a bit sad. Yin Xiu swung his fists and feet, not planning on defending anymore, just thinking about how to attack. Nangong Baixing narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that Yin Xiuzhen was going to attack him. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Rebel." He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled and breathed in, wisps of visible lightning began to linger on his body and hands, light and floating like spider silk. "It's thunder magic." Ah Fa whispered. "Of course I know it's thunder magic!" Uncle Ming's eyes widened. "Master has been playing with this for so many years, how could I not know that this is the Five Thunder Palm from Qi Men Dun Jia? If you get hit by it, you will either die or get injured." "What should we do then?" Ah Fa asked him. "What should I do? If I knew, I wouldn't be standing here!" As the two were talking, the lightning on Nangong Baixing's body became brighter and brighter, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a ball of electricity, causing the hairs on the backs of the hands of those watching from a distance to stand on end. At this time, Yin Xiu had to suspect that Nangong Baixing was not the great Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, but the incarnation of the God of Thunder. Just looking at it like this made him terrified. The Nangong Baixing I saw in the dream of Yao Chi thirty years ago on a rainy night was more murderous than the one now, but the pressure seemed to be less. Or perhaps, Yin Xiu had not yet achieved great success at that time, so he was blinded by a single leaf and could not see the grandeur and height of the mountain. "Come on, punch me." Nangong Baixing urged. "That's exactly what I meant!" Yin Xiu grinned, as if after waiting for countless years, he finally threw a punch. He poured all his energy and courage into this punch, as if there were many people behind him pushing him forward and supporting him in delivering this punch. At this moment, Nangong Baixing smiled, his face full of an uncontrollable smile. In fact, he didn't need to restrain himself or suppress anything, because at his age, except for certain rules, he could do whatever he wanted. Happy or unhappy, what can others say or dare to say? Could it be that there is still someone who can give orders to Nangong Baixing, the great Taoist priest of Maoshan who is almost a god? Nangong Baixing stretched out a finger and pointed forward, and it came very slowly, as if everything slowed down in an instant, turned into jelly, and solidified together. Then, Yin Xiu's punch attack collapsed, and the whole person flew backwards without any resistance. However, this is when the resistance begins. Yin Xiu had satisfied his wish with one punch, and now it was time to escape. On the other side of the mountain, an airship slowly rose into the air. The four huge propellers on both sides and the long wings indicated that this thing was a modified violent mechanical behemoth, not an ordinary airship. This is the masterpiece of Nahua Xiong and a ground-breaking flying machine that was built at great expense. Time flies! Yin Xiu's figure began to become blurry. In this almost stagnant time, he saw Nangong Baixing looking at him, and he gently pushed his hand forward to help him. Immediately afterwards, Yin Xiu landed on the airship, sweating all over, and no longer had the strength to get up.
"Man, you're a magician, right?" The blond foreigner was full of amazement. "By the way, my name is Wright. I'm Li Zixiong's classmate and a top-class pilot who once flew an airship across the ocean. You can create miracles, and so can I. It's just that my method is a little different from yours." Yin Xiu's face turned pale at this moment and he could hardly speak, so he didn't care whether it was a miracle or not. Just ask him: "We are heading to Dunlin, right?" "Yes, I know the location very well." Wright nodded: "Towards Dunling." The four huge propellers of the airship spun at high speed under the gaze of the people on the ground, spewing out thick smoke and flames, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, like an eagle flying across the sky. (End of this chapter)