Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

Chapter 137: The Way

"This... Wangji is not clear, but my father should have left the customs, Mr. Yang might as well go and have a look."

Lan Wangji hesitated for a while, then cupped his hands and replied.

"In this case, Yang will go for a walk." Yang Guo pondered for a while and replied bluntly.

Immediately Yang Guo turned around, faced Xiao Longnv, smiled gently and said: "Gu Gu, Guo Er, let's go and have a look, you go back to your room to rest first."

Xiao Longnv heard the words, looked at Yang Guo's smiling eyes, nodded and said softly: "Okay."

"Go and go back later."

Yang Guo replied, and walked to Lan Wangji in two steps, "Wangji, let's go together."

Immediately, under Lan Wangji's astonished gaze, he pulled Lan Wangji's arm, used his lightness kung fu, and quickly ran towards the front mountain.

During the ups and downs, there was a whistling wind, the mountain wind blew the long hair at the temples of the two people, and the expressions of the two people were very different when their clothes fluttered.

Yang Guo had a bright smile on his face as usual.

Lan Wangji frowned, tightly clutching Yang Guo's sleeve.

This situation did not stop until the two came to Qianshan.

"Mr. Yang, why did you bring Wangji with you?" Lan Wangji asked bluntly.

Yang Guo glanced at the group of Wen's monks who were gradually receding down the mountain, and slowly replied, "There is no reason, I just wanted to do this, so I did it.

Not everything in this world has a reason. If there is a reason, it is because I think it is fun. "

At the end, Yang Guo smiled and patted Lan Wangji on the shoulder.

Then he turned around and walked towards the distance from the Lan's monk in front of him.

Yang Guo had just caught a glimpse of the Jindanqi cultivator who was tall and straight, with a thin cheek, but was somewhat similar to Lan Wangji.

"Dare to ask, but Mr. Qingheng is in person." Yang Guo asked, clasping his hands.

"This is..." Qingheng Jun asked hesitantly.

At this time, Lan Qiren, who was wearing a goatee, stroked his beard and said, "Brother, he means Yang Guo, Mr. Yang."

Mr. Qingheng was slightly startled, subconsciously looked at Yang Guo, and said: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for saving my Gusu Lan family from this calamity, and please accept my worship."

As he spoke, he bent his waist almost ninety degrees, and Lan Qiren also saluted together.

A group of Lan's monks saw that Lord Qingheng and Lan Qiren had saluted, they all followed suit and bowed down to salute.

"Thank you Mr. Yang for saving your life."

"Thank you Mr. Yang for saving your life."

……

Yang Guo's body was petrified on the spot, his words were stuck in his throat, he felt a little helpless.

"Everyone, please hurry up, isn't this a curse on Yang?" Yang Guo hurriedly persuaded.

But he didn't get up.

Yang Guo had no choice but to cast his helpless eyes on Qingheng Jun and Lan Qiren.

"The two of you don't have to embarrass Yang, please hurry up."

As Mr. Qingheng straightened his body, all the monks of the Lan family retracted their hands in front of them.

Seeing this, Yang Guo heaved a sigh of relief, his thoughts skipped a beat, and he asked bluntly, "Is Lord Qingheng injured?"

Qingheng Jun was slightly taken aback, not knowing what Yang Guo meant by this, he just shook his head slightly, "That's not true, why did Mr. Yang say that?"

Yang Guo was about to speak, but seeing the dead and wounded disciples of the Lan family in front of him, he pursed his lips but did not open his mouth.

"I……"

"Qiren, you deal with the disciple's affairs first, and I will go to the elegant room with Mr. Yang to discuss some matters."

Qingheng Jun saw the embarrassment in Yang Guo's eyebrows, and immediately spoke up.

Lan Qiren stroked his goatee, agreed, turned around and began to arrange.

Qingheng Jun looked at Yang Guo, stretched out a hand, "Mr. Yang, please."

"Mr. Qingheng, please."

This elegant room Yang Guo used to come here often, but they were all Lan Xichen, the son of Lord Qingheng.

Elegant room.

Yang Guo suddenly remembered that he didn't see Lan Xichen, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Qingheng, why didn't you see Mr. Lan in the front mountain? But what happened?"

Mr. Qingheng shook his head, poured himself a cup of tea, and said slowly, "Xichen brought his disciples to the Buddhist scripture pavilion. By the way, I saw Mr. Yang hesitate to speak just now. Now there is no one around, can you tell me?" What is it.

If you need help, just ask, my Gusu Lan Sect will definitely do my best to help. "

Yang Guo put down the tea on his lips, waved his hands again and again, "Mr. Qingheng said something serious, Yang just wanted...just wanted to have a fight with Mr. Qingheng, I wonder if it's okay..."

"This...of course, I don't know when the time is..."

Qingheng Jun hesitated for a moment, then slowly gave an affirmative answer.

Yang Guo smiled awkwardly, "It's better to take advantage of the present."

Qingheng Jun frowned slightly, and put his finger on the long piano on the table, "Is it enough?"

"Click to finish!"

"Then Mr. Yang, be careful."

Mr. Qingheng's hands naturally hang down on the long qin of the case, his fingers change, and the xiaoxiao qin sounds.

At the same time as the sound of the piano sounded, waves of sword energy formed by sound waves rushed towards Yang Guo's chest.

This is Gusu Lan's String Killing Technique, which uses sound to defend against the enemy, which is extremely elegant.

Yang Guo knew that Xiao Longnu wanted to use sound to defend against the enemy very early on, so now he is not in a hurry to use all his strength to win.

The golden light in the depths of Yang Guo's pupils flickered, his heart pupils were in motion, and his neck was observing the flow of Lord Qingheng's mana.

Sensing the force falling on the golden bell cover, Yang Guo also knew the strength of Lord Qingheng in his heart.

It can't be said to be weak, but it can't be said to be strong either.

With Jiang Fengmian of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, among his brothers, three or four ordinary Jindan stage monks are as strong as they are.

Seeing the almost solid golden bell outside Yang Guo's body, Lord Qing Heng looked solemn.

With a thought, his hands became faster and faster, even a ghost image appeared, and he wanted to smash the golden bell outside Yang Guo.

Cang——

Cang——

Cang——

The sound like a dragon's chant followed the sound of Qing Hengjun's piano hitting the golden bell cover, and the surrounding area rumbled.

a long time.

Qingheng Jun's face was slightly pale, and there was a look of loneliness on his thin cheeks.

"Mr. Lan admires it. I wonder if Mr. Yang can tell me what kind of spells and exercises he has learned, and why Mr. Lan has never seen them before.

Lan tried his best to prevent the family's string killing technique from passing the big bell. "

Qing Heng-jun asked in a serious tone.

Yang Guo smiled, "This is another system of exercises for me."

"Another kind?" Mr. Qingheng asked in surprise.

Yang Guo nodded, thoughts throbbed in his eyes, and he slowly expressed his opinion: "There are thousands of ways, and all roads lead to the same goal. Our so-called cultivation is nothing more than refining the spirit, improving the level of one's life, and prolonging one's life. .”

"Mr. Yang's words are justified. According to Lan's humble opinion, Mr. Yang may be able to compete with Wen Ruohan, who has practiced miraculously, with this technique.

At least Lan knows that although this Wen Ruohan's family-inherited magical skill is amazingly powerful, it does not have such a thick and mountainous defense as Mr. Yang. "

"Mr. Qingheng also knows that Yang is going to challenge Wen Ruohan from the Qishan Wen Sect?" Yang Guo laughed.

Qingheng Jun was taken aback for a moment, and then his pupils dilated, obviously shocked.