Ten Thousand Fingers

Zhong Minyan was irritable, and said coldly: "You don't have to worry about me!" After he pushed him away, he left. Unexpectedly, he suddenly shot, grabbing his wrist like lightning, turning it around, and clasping his veins tightly with his fingers.

"I said, don't go out!" Yu Sifeng's voice was even colder, "You are not their opponent!"

Zhong Minyan didn't answer even more. He flicked his other hand quietly, tapped his middle finger on the back of his hand, and was about to press it down, but Yu Sifeng let go of his hand and stepped back like an electric shock.

"The Shaoyang School, doesn't use it!" He was a little surprised, "You actually know this!"

It is said that the practice method of Ten Thousand Fingers is extremely cruel. It is practiced repeatedly in boiling water and ice water every day. Ordinary people often do not know the essentials, and the skin on the palm of the hand will fall off again and again, which is painful. Only if you are not afraid of suffering and practice repeatedly, can you reach the realm of shooting like electricity and soft as cotton.

He always thought Zhong Minyan was just an ordinary disciple, but he didn't expect him to have some abilities. Zhong Minyan couldn't make a stroke, turned his body, and touched the wall of the cave deliberately with his fingers, only to hear a sound, a protruding rock gently cracked, and a few rubbles rolled to the ground.

　　 He didn't speak, just looked at Yu Sifeng.

Yu Sifeng was silent for a moment, and said: "It's better to keep your strength and help your Master. Fighting with me is meaningless!"

　　 "Then don't stop me!" Zhong Minyan frowned.

Yu Sifeng said indifferently: "Now, what's the use of going out? It's just to disturb, their minds, to harm them, to distract, to take care of you. It's not too late to get caught by Tengu, and go out again."

As soon as his voice fell, he heard a sharp cry from outside the cave. It seemed that thousands of cats gathered together to cry spring, and it was like a group of dogs acting like a baby, more like babies crying in the city at night. That voice was tender but bloody, and it made people get goose bumps.

"Gu Diao!" Yu Sifeng cried, and a gust of wind ran to the entrance of the cave. Zhong Min said not to be outdone, and ran over.

However, seeing the fire outside the cave was flourishing, the hunters followed their orders and inserted many torches in the cave to prevent the monster from rushing into the cave and hurting the three younger generations. Red Luan was in the air, chasing a huge group of black shadows, pecking and scratching, and black feathers were falling in the air.

Yu Sifeng picked up one, but saw that the hair was harder than an ordinary birds, and the roots were dark and shiny, and shone with iron cold light. From the tip of the feather to the root, it is two palms long.

He couldn't help saying: "This is...! It's almost perfect! Very old, Gu eagle! I'm afraid it's dangerous!"

Zhong Minyan was very nervous at first, but when he listened to him stumblingly speaking, his heart became even more irritable, and he said with a straight face: "You can't speak well! Whatever is not tired is tired of listening!"

Yu Sifeng choked and wanted to refute, but he was not fluent in Central Plains, and he would laugh at him at that time, and had to pretend to be deaf. 　

Hongluan chased the huge Gu eagle and pecked for a while, gradually becoming weaker and less agile in his movements. Sure enough, the flaw was spotted by Gu Diao in a moment. It suddenly opened its wings, and it was more than ten feet long, covering the sky and covering the moonlight. Hong Luan was forced by it with its wings, and was forced to get to the corner before turning over. Seeing that the huge barb-like claws of the Gu carving were aimed at it and grabbed it.

　　 Chu Yinghong said anxiously: "No! The Sect Leader will take it back soon!"