Yu Canghai was already furious to use this special skill. He used the Heart Destroying Palm Technique, and the area within one zhang in front of him was enveloped by the wind of his palm. In terms of the viciousness and ruthlessness of his palm technique, it was hard to find anyone in the martial arts world who could match him.
"Good palm technique!" Chen Ang exclaimed in admiration, "But it's useless!"
His right palm pushed back and his left palm stretched forward. His pinky and ring fingers caught three darts at the same time, while his index and middle fingers, which were the most powerful, were pinching a silver nail. Linghu Chong, who was the closest to him, could only see the afterimages of Yu Canghai's hands and the six flashing silver lights between his palms.
But these six silver lights flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye, greeting Yu Canghai's vital acupoints.
The six swallow-tailed darts were all made of extremely tough titanium alloy. During high-speed movement, their aerodynamic shape was simulated by a large computer, giving them unparalleled balance. Under Chen Ang's exquisite technique, even a rock could be pierced through, and they had other wonderful uses.
Yu Canghai naturally didn't dare to take them head-on. Just by hearing the faint sound of the darts rubbing against each other, he understood that taking them head-on was absolutely an act of suicide.
With a flip of the cloak on his body, a fine iron mask covered his vital parts. This was also his unique martial art. It was a strange face-changing technique that he had learned from the Sichuan trick. Coupled with the specially made cold iron mask, it was his trump card that he did not reveal to others.
The cold iron mask was easily pierced through like a thin piece of paper, but the swift and fierce momentum of the darts also slowed down slightly.
Yu Canghai unfolded his cloak, and his whole body had already shrunk to the ground. His short stature and the huge cloak actually allowed him to appear and disappear unpredictably. The darts only pierced through the cloak, but didn't hurt him at all.
To be able to combine magic tricks and martial arts so perfectly, Yu Canghai could also be called a strange genius.
But not long after he was happy, he heard a soft "rustle" behind his head, but it didn't come from his ear, but from a group of disciples who were watching.
Linghu Chong, on the other hand, saw the six cold stars fly out of the door, circle in the air, and then shoot back like lightning. Their force didn't decrease, and they shot toward the Qingcheng disciples at the side.
"Puff!"
The swallow-tailed darts shot through the neck and out the mouth. Hong Renxiong didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground, clutching his throat. The other five Qingcheng disciples, one covering his left ear, one covering his right ear, two holding their pierced palms, and the last trembling one staring at his hat nailed to the wall, already scared out of his soul.
This amazing dart skill scared the remaining people so much that they covered their heads and squatted on the ground.
This amazing dart scared the remaining people so much that they covered their heads and squatted. Yu Canghai's eyes were bloodshot, but before he could react, he felt a slight coldness in his chest. He hurriedly took a wrong step and moved a foot away in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, the two dim silver lights that shot over collided lightly on the spot, and then shot out like lightning to both sides.
Yu Canghai glared angrily at the silver nail that was about to pierce through his chest. He took a deep breath and felt as if his chest had been punched by someone. A bowl-sized hole appeared on his chest, allowing him to narrowly avoid the silver nail. When he retreated several steps out of the room, everyone noticed that his clothes were in tatters and there was a three-inch cut on his chest.
All of this happened in the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint. Linghu Chong never thought that Yu Canghai, who was so mighty just a moment ago, would be forced to retreat by Chen Ang in just one round. Just six darts and two silver nails were enough to make the Qingcheng Sect disciple lose his fighting spirit.
"Piercing the Forest and Striking the Swallow, Shooting Star Chasing the Moon, Looking Back at the Moon, Silver Star Scattering!" Yu Canghai didn't show any shock on his face. He forced himself to remain calm and recited the name of Chen Ang's hidden weapon technique, "Which sect's expert are you from? You've come to make things difficult for my Qingcheng's junior!"
"I'm not making things difficult for you. I'm just telling you not to come in and disturb my drinking with Brother Linghu!" Chen Ang said with a wave of his hand. The Qingcheng disciples were so scared that they hastily retreated out of the door.
When Yu Canghai saw that his disciple had failed to live up to his expectations, he only glared at Ling Huchong angrily. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and it was clear that he bore a grudge against Ling Huchong.
"Since you don't want us to disturb you, then we'll take our leave!" Yu Canghai endured the grievance and waved his hand to let his disciple collect Hong Renxiong's body. He forcibly swallowed his anger.
"Wait!" Chen Ang refused to let him go.
Yu Canghai was so angry that he threatened, "What else do you want? Do you want to shed all pretense of cordiality with my Qingcheng?" His tone was faintly unkind. When Linghu Chong heard it, he knew that Yu Canghai was using the tiger skin flag of the martial arts world again. With Ding Yi and Liu Zhengfeng holding the line, he wasn't afraid of Chen Ang's hidden weapon technique.
"You've disturbed my banquet. Do you think you can swagger away just by saying a word? How can there be such a reason in the world? "Chen Ang sneered. When he saw Yu Canghai's flickering eyes, he knew that he had lost his courage.
Most of his hidden weapon technique just now was just learned from Yu Canghai. How could he let go of this ready-made living teaching material?
When other people learned martial arts, they all had to kowtow to their master and work like a cow or a horse for their sect. Only when their master was in a good mood could they get one or two true teachings. If they begged like this, they could only learn some superficial knowledge. If they met the master's mistresses who had a powerful background, they would be beaten down in two or three years.
Even if they had an amazing encounter and obtained a secret manual, they had to be on guard against their predecessors who had left something behind and tampered with and concealed the key points. From the famous sect's disciple Mei Chaofeng to those third-rate martial artists who came to seek medical help, they had all been tricked by this.
Unlike Chen Ang, as long as he fought with someone, he could learn their trump card in two or three rounds. It was equivalent to his opponent teaching him step by step, and he definitely did not have to worry about them hiding it. It could only be said that the all-around Chen Ang's learning and comprehension ability was completely cheating.
When Yu Canghai used the flying awl to shoot at Chen Ang, Chen Ang recorded Yu Canghai's unique technique under overclocking. He even deduced a few moves that he did not think of. As a result, when he shot back with the learned technique, the original owner could not recognize it.
It was also because Chen Ang's understanding of inner force was insufficient. Otherwise, he wanted to show a set of Heart-Destroying Palm to Yu Canghai to let him know that there were also male and female Heart-Destroying Palm. His female Heart-Destroying Palm would not be powerful if she met a male.
But before Yu Canghai could speak, Ding Yi Abbess and Liu Zhengfeng hurried over. Chen Ang put down his hand in disappointment. This fight probably would not happen.
He did not expect Yu Canghai to swallow his anger, but there was someone who did not want him to back down.
"Shorty Yu's cowardice is really eye-opening. I must let everyone see that in Qingcheng's martial arts, cowardice is number one. If cowardice doesn't work, then cowardice! Hahaha! "A hoarse voice suddenly came out, coming from the left and right, making it difficult to hear the direction.
"Where did this coward come from? How dare he be so presumptuous here!" Yu Canghai could not bear it anymore. He raised his sword and scanned the surroundings.
Unexpectedly, before that person could speak, a hunchback in the corner shrieked, "Yu Canghai, you are so shameless!" That little hunchback arched his back and looked at Yu Canghai with a face full of resentment. His gaze seemed to want to devour someone.
Others did not know who he was, but Chen Ang knew his background very well.
That little hunchback was the most tragic character in the original work. His parents died, his entire family died, and he killed his father-in-law, Lin Pingzhi, Young Hero Lin. He was a typical example of a lone star, plagued by five evils. Not only did his entire family die, he married a wife, and even the entire Yue Clan died!
Of course, Lin Pingzhi's parents were still alive. He was still a kind and somewhat foolish boy. He was not the same person as the cruel and ruthless Lin Pingzhi in the future. In the past, when he was in school, Chen Ang sighed with emotion at his tragic experience. He was often curious, if there was no Bixie Swordplay, then what direction would Lin Pingzhi's life take?
Would he let go of his hatred and become an ordinary person, or would he vow to take revenge and then die in the hands of Yue Buqun?
Lin Pingzhi was here, so Yue Buqun was not far away. In addition, there was also Mu Gaofeng, who was hiding on the side and causing trouble. The scene was very lively. If Chen Ang did not make a move, Lin Pingzhi would either be taken away by Mu Gaofeng or protected by Yue Buqun. In any case, nothing would happen to him. Or it could be said that before they found the Bixie Swordplay, Yue Buqun would not let anything happen to him.
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