Chapter Sixteen: The Hidden Tiger Young Master
The first of the five was a young man with a red fruit on his upper body, and on his left arm, there was a tattoo of a tiger's head. The young man's face was pale, but no one dared to underestimate him.
Four young men in white clothes followed closely behind the tiger-striped young man, their faces cold and gloomy. However, they had one thing in common: each of them had a sword slung over their back, clearly indicating that all four were extremely skilled swordsmen.
"These years in this tomb of Tong Xian, I didn't live a happy life. Fortunately, ten years ago, I met Brother Tong. Although, between Brother Tong and me, apart from drinking, most of the time was spent fighting, but at least after meeting Brother Tong, my life became happier than before!" The young man with tiger stripes slowly said, lifting his head.
"But you killed him! In that case, I can only compensate with your lives!" The young man with the tiger pattern said in a changed tone.
He smiled lightly and stepped forward, saying: "Actually, we didn't want to kill Tong Jianghai either, but he insisted on killing us, so we had no choice but to kill him!"
"Ah! You're the same, Brother Tong wants to kill you, and you just stick out your neck for him to kill. Why bother fighting back?" The tiger-striped youth shook his head, his tone slightly slower, and let out a sigh.
It was at this moment that Chen Kong suddenly seemed to remember something, his face changing in an instant. However, from such a distance, the change in Chen Kong's expression did not escape the tiger-striped young man's eyes.
That young man with tiger stripes smiled and said to Chen Kong: "Looking at your appearance, you should know who I am now?"
Chen Kong took two steps back, his face changed and said: "Twenty years ago, in the martial arts world, there were a few outstanding young people. Four of them traveled together all over the world, and when they joined forces, they had never been defeated. Even twenty years ago, Jiang Yiran, who was known as the number one person in the martial arts world, ended up with a draw against the four of them. However, after that battle, the four of them disappeared without a trace at the same time as Jiang Yiran. The second-ranked Fuhu Gongzi among the four is actually you, Senior!"
The young master of the crouching tiger nodded and said, "Not bad, it's just a trivial matter for me. You can kill Tong Jianghai, your strength is not bad either. However, since you've come here, I'll have to take care of you myself. Five against five, no one will be at a disadvantage!"
Twenty years ago, Fuhu Gongzi was known as the champion of the martial arts world. Now, Fuhu Gongzi still looks like a young man, apparently he has the art of preserving his youth.
The Marquis of Fú Hǔ moved his feet and walked slowly forward, he was walking very, very slowly.
Although Fuhu Gongzi looked very weak, every step he took seemed to carry a weight of ten thousand kilograms, and seemed to carry infinite momentum. As Fuhu Gongzi approached, the suffocating pressure also became more intense.
This is an expert far more terrifying than Tong Jiang Hai, and yet he hasn't even made a move. Just that aura alone was enough to oppress Ling Fei and the others, leaving them almost breathless.
Tong Jiang Hai was alone, while the Fierce Tiger Young Master in front of him still had four helpers.
Those four men in white robes followed the footsteps of Fuhu Gongzi, also getting closer step by step. The four men's advance and retreat were in perfect order, obviously, they were very skilled at joint attacks.
Looking at the four people with long swords on their backs, Ling Luo dared to conclude that these four people would know at least one combination sword formation.
The young master of the crouching tiger slowly stretched out his right hand, and the fist he had been holding also slowly opened. With a "ding" sound, the several inches long fingernails on those fingers suddenly popped out, emitting a sound like a sharp sword being drawn from its scabbard.
The movement of Fútǔ Gōngzǐ was very light and soft, looking so beautiful and pleasing to the eye, without any murderous intent.
Ling Luo's five people flew back several feet, and they all knew that perhaps, as long as that fingernail lightly scratched the back of their necks, they might also end up with their heads separated from their bodies.
Qin Ling'er also took action, quickly retreating while her fingers rapidly popped out one after another, and a series of colorful smokes flew swiftly towards Fuhu Gongzi.
Du Hua Qin Ling Er, most skilled in poison, the five-color smoke is beautiful to look at but extremely toxic.
Han Xiao's hands were also rapidly waving, flying knives, flying needles, flying darts... all sorts of strange and bizarre hidden weapons flew out from Han Xiao's hands, and in that brief moment of retreating, at least dozens of hidden weapons flew out from his hands.
Qian Shou Han Xiang, indeed lives up to his name of Qian Shou, and is truly a man of great reputation.
Watching the rapidly approaching poisonous fog, Anqi, Fuhu Gongzi sneered and a faint white light suddenly rose from his body, protecting himself all over.
"Clang...... Clang......"
The hidden weapons came into contact with the white light, and surprisingly emitted a metallic collision sound. Dozens of hidden weapons failed to break through the white light shield, all slowly falling to the ground.
Right after that, Fow Tiger Young Master struck out with one palm, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, blowing away the five-colored mist emitted by Qin Ling'er without leaving any trace.
Just as Fuhu Gongzi was about to continue forward, another strange change occurred.
"Bang... Bang..."
Various hidden weapons that had fallen to the ground suddenly burst open, with at least dozens of them exploding into hundreds of fragments. They flew towards Fuhu Gongzi, covering the sky and earth. Under the sunlight, one could faintly see the colorful glow on the fragments of the hidden weapons. Apparently, Qin Ling'er's poisonous mist had somehow attached itself to Han Xiao's hidden weapons.
The complexion of Fútǔ Gōngzǐ changed slightly, the white light on his body became more intense, and the killing intent also became thicker.
The dark weapon collided under that white light, still ineffective.
"What is this white light? Is this the aura that a warrior possesses after reaching the state of Innate?" Chen Kong and Mu Yi exchanged a glance, unable to conceal their shock.
It is said that when a martial artist reaches the pinnacle of their skills after years of practice, and all the meridians in their body are fully opened, they will undergo a tremendous transformation.
Martial artist, internally trains one breath, externally trains muscles bones and skin. After the peak of acquired skills, the body will slowly transform from acquired to innate, the body will be continuously strengthened and purified, impurities will be slowly eliminated. When the body reaches a certain level, it will naturally produce a protective flow of energy, that is the innate guarding energy.
At the same time, whether one possesses congenital vitality is also a standard for measuring whether a martial artist has reached the realm of congenital.
However, this purification process is really too long-winded. As a martial artist, one's lifespan is ultimately limited. In the Jianghu, not to mention those who have reached the Xiantian realm, even those who have reached the peak of Houtian haven't been heard from in many years.
Generally, a martial artist in the post-heaven stage can live for over a hundred years, which is already quite good. However, after reaching the Pre-Heaven Mirror, one's lifespan will be extended by at least another hundred years.
According to Ling Luoyu, the last time a Xiantian expert appeared in the martial arts world was 500 years ago. That Xiantian strongman was said to have lived for 238 years.
And yet this crouching tiger in front of them seemed to have a congenital aura protecting his body, how could it not shock several people.
