Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 153 The Gambler

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  A figure is practicing boxing.

  The figure moves slowly, but is powerful and heavy, and when the fist is released, it attracts strong wind howling.

  Punch out.

  With the reach of the fist, the vegetation a few meters away slightly fell, and the dust on the ground was pushed out in an arc by invisible force.

   Fist down.

  Thunder roared, clearly three feet away from the ground, the compacted ground sank silently, and cracks appeared one after another.

  Stepping, shrinking shoulders, lunging, punching...

  The huge courtyard seemed to become cramped when the figure danced his fists, and it seemed that it was difficult to accommodate one person.

  Every move of the figure can cause strong winds to howl, but they are controlled within Zhang Xu.

  Like a terrifying beast, its whole body is restrained, and its seemingly ordinary movements can kill or injure people when touched.

  Occasionally, the fists and palms change, and the momentum is like thunder. After a series of slaps, a wave of air visible to the naked eye rushes straight for more than ten meters away.

  Where it passes, it will be destroyed.

  Five Elements Fist!

  Running Thunder Palm!

  One is the Jin Huang Yimai boxing method, and the other is the inheritance of the Iron Yuan sect. It cannot be compared with the Zilei sword method, but its power is not weak.

  One method can be used, and all methods can be used.

  Zhou Jia, who possesses the ax technique of the master level, even if he has no talent in martial arts, he can still improve rapidly by practicing fist and palm kung fu.

   After all, in martial arts, certain things are connected with each other.

  However, for him to practice boxing kung fu is just in case he needs it. In comparison, weapons are more cost-effective.

   "Huh!"

   As soon as the fist and palm were retracted, there was a sudden silence in the field.

  Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, his aura restrained, although he didn't make any movements, a cold wind suddenly rose in the huge courtyard, and the chill quietly permeated the air.

   "Shua!"

  The cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword light came into view.

  A soft sword flashed from his waist, piercing the void.

  Ghostly Wind Killing Sword!

  The wind is chilling, the sword light is breathtaking, the courtyard seems to have suddenly entered the winter of the twelfth lunar month, and the vegetation in the corner is also covered with hoarfrost.

  Such sword techniques are appalling.

  Ordinary people would be eroded by the sword intent, which seemed to erode bones, before they touched the sword, and died on the spot.

  Black Iron Martial Arts!

  Ordinary rank.

  Martial arts pay attention to the movement of strength and mysterious moves.

  Among them, according to the different skills, there are strong ones and weak ones. The weak ones are like Cape Knife and Tiger Fist.

  Strong ones, such as Thunder Palm, Death Sword, etc...

  Although the moves are mysterious and explosive, they belong to ordinary martial arts after all.

  The black iron martial arts, on the basis of this, also pay attention to the spirit, and integrate the spirit, energy and spirit, so that they can exert unimaginable abilities.

   Among them, there are also strong and weak points.

  The weak are like the thunder axe. Only by cultivating to a very high level, and with the help of foreign objects such as Lei Yuanshi, can the power of thunder be truly aroused.

  The Zilei Saber Technique is one of the best.

  The sword intent is surging, accompanied by thunder, and its power is so strong that it crushes all martial arts.

  However, it is not easy to practice this kind of martial arts successfully. Only those with sufficient energy and spirit can practice it and even display it.

  In the field, the sword light kills fiercely, but when it comes to power, it is far inferior to the purple thunder ax method, but it has the charm, which is harmonious and unobstructed, and does not fake foreign objects.

  Evil Wind Killing Sword: Dzogchen!

   "Shua!"

  With Jian Guang retracted, he retracted to his waist, and Zhou Jia also showed a satisfied smile on his face.

  The realm of Dzogchen means that this martial skill has been completely understood and mastered, and the understanding of the moves in it can be called a master.

  Only a master of martial arts can integrate other martial arts into his own martial arts, so as to bring forth new ones and improve them to a higher level.

  How difficult is it to cultivate a martial art to the Dzogchen?

  Ordinary people cannot,

   Zhou Jianeng.

  With the help of the trait of mastering soldiers, he has never had a level in the practice of weapons and martial arts. As long as he practices, he can increase his proficiency and comprehension.

   until Dzogchen.

  Like the sword of death, the ax of lightning...

   Now he finally has a black iron martial art, which he has cultivated to the state of Dzogchen.

   Not only that, as early as two months ago, Zhou Jia found a sword technique that could be combined from the library of the Tianhu Gang.

   Thirteen Yin Killing Styles!

   This is a black iron martial art, with an astonishing killing intent, and the swordsmanship is almost crazy. If a practitioner is not careful, he may become a murderous maniac.

   Close your eyes.

  The thirteen yin killing moves came to mind one by one.

  The feelings about the Yinfeng Death-killing Sword also appeared one after another, and then the thirteen Yin-killing styles were disassembled one by one and integrated into the Yinfeng Death-death Sword.

  The Sea of ​​Knowledge light curtain flickers and changes.

   Yin Killing Death Sword: Proficient!

   "Shua!"

  Zhou Jia opened his eyes, and the soft sword popped out again. The cold and stern light of the sword drew an arc in the air, and pierced into the crack of the wall several feet away.

   Time flies!

   Seal the throat with a sword!

  Compared to before, the sword moves are more subtle, and the sword intent is colder and more chilling, but because it is a beginner who practiced at first, there are more flaws.

  The power has also become weaker.

   But that's okay.

  Practice more in the future, it will be fine.

   "From the point of view of proficiency, although the power of the Yin Killing Sword is not as powerful as the Purple Thunder Axe, it is almost the same."

   Put away the soft sword, Zhou Jia was thoughtful, his eyes flashing back and forth:

   "In this way, wouldn't it be possible to keep cultivating martial arts to the great perfection, and then continue to superimpose martial arts on top to increase power?"

   "If you come a few more times..."

   "Silver martial arts can also be piled up!"

   "No!"

   Zhou Jia frowned:

   "I seem to have never heard of silver martial arts?"

  Whether it is the inner sect, the Jinhuang lineage, or even the Tianhu Gang and other black irons, it seems that no one has ever mentioned the existence of silver masters.

   During the Dalin Dynasty, innateness was already at its peak.

  At that time, the well-known and powerful martial arts grand master was only comparable to the middle stage of the black iron in terms of cultivation base and strength.

  Falling into the world of ruins, relying on beheading fierce beasts and eradicating sectarian opinions, after more than three hundred years of development, there is today's martial arts realm.

  About Silver Powerhouse.

  People in the world know very little, and the few records they have are also treat them as another species, a powerful non-human existence.

  Regardless of the inner door or the outer door, it seems that the kung fu practiced to the late stage of Heitie is the limit.

  Although they can break through the limit in theory, it seems that no one has ever broken through to the silver level by relying on cultivation techniques.

   Meanwhile, what happened?

   "Dah..."

  The sound of dripping water interrupted Zhou Jia's meditation.

   Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it.

  Now he is still some distance away from Hei Tie, and Bai Yin doesn't even know the year of the monkey. No matter how much he thinks now, it is meaningless.

   Walk to the dripping place, here is a simple mill, with a twisted rope, and some light white grass stems are accumulated to squeeze out the juice.

  If there are people who are proficient in identifying herbs here, they will be able to tell at a glance that the white grass stems are indeed empty grasses.

   Fifty years of grass!

  The woven clothes have the effect of lightening one's body, but now there is such a rough backlog that nearly half of the grass stems are wasted, which is simply wasteful.

  Zhou Jia didn't think so in his heart.

  For him, as long as the grass seeds are still there, it only takes more than ten days to produce large quantities of 50-year-old grass.

   It's the juice. It is rumored that it can wash the tendons and cut the marrow, and make people as light as a swallow. The juice of the thousand-year-old grass can make ordinary people travel thousands of miles a day.

   Fifty years old is not so effective, but the quality is not as good as the quantity. The juice accumulated by hundreds of grasses is worse than one.

  White grass stems, the accumulated juice turned black.

  The ink-colored juice dripped all over the wine cup, like a viscous liquid, and rippled layer by layer.

   This wine cup weighs more than ten catties!

   Picking up the wine cup, Zhou Jia inspected it for a moment, and drank it down in one gulp.

   The bitterness of the juice was unbearable, which caused his stomach to be restless, making his face distorted, and it took him a long time to recover, and he let out a mouthful of foul breath.

"Well…"

  Opened his eyes and moved his hands and feet, but nothing seemed to change.

"pity!"

   Sighing lightly, Zhou Jia shook his head helplessly.

   It seems to be wishful thinking.

   A few days later.

   finally showed the effect.

  A sense of transparency appears on the body, as if everything in the world can be perceived more clearly, especially the breeze.

   Leaping lightly, the wind power followed.

  The increase was not large, even far less than half, but to Zhou Jia, it was already a pleasant surprise.

  He has never been good at light kung fu. Before chasing and killing several young people, he had to travel dozens of miles, and practicing light kung fu is not cost-effective.

  Taking the juice of empty grass is a convenient method.

   In the next period of time, Zhou Jia increased the number of grasses spawned, and took some juice every once in a while.

  Agility became more agile.

  The shortcoming of lack of light work has gradually been made up for.

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  Xicheng Casino.

  Zhou Jia stood on the second floor with his hands behind his back, looking down through the window.

"director."

  Wen Zhong was sweating profusely, wiping it with a handkerchief from time to time, and said in a low voice:

   "That's the person below. He has won six thousand Origin Stones since he entered the gambling house with one Yuan Coin, and he may win more in the future."

"Um."

   Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

  Six thousand source stones are not much for a gambling house, the key is confidence, and no one can bear it if there is no progress.

   "Luo Feng is not his opponent?"

  On the gaming table, only two people bet against each other.

  One of them is Luo Feng who sits in the gambling house, but the former title of Thousand Hands has long since disappeared, and instead he has been given the title of Iron Hands.

  He was cut off with one arm, and later pressed a metal arm at a high price.

  Strength did not decrease but increased, but he couldn't do too fine movements.

   Against ordinary gamblers, relying on his experience, even if his arm is weak, Luo Feng is still sure, but this time the opponent is obviously different.

  His opponent was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with an ordinary appearance, a three-inch beard, and triangular eyes that flickered from time to time.

  The loose robe on the body, but inside it is a scrawny figure.

   "Wow..."

   The noise sounded again.

  Sitting across the gambling table, Luo Feng's face turned cold, his eyes fixed on the opponent's cards, and he nodded stiffly:

"I lost!"

   "If someone hadn't lost his hand, Deacon Luo might not be invincible." Upstairs, Wen Zhong wiped his sweat and said in a low voice:

   "But now, it's not his opponent."

   "Have you found out the source?" Zhou Jia's expression remained unchanged.

   "I don't know yet." Wen Zhong said, seeing Zhou Jia's eyes move slightly, his heart jumped subconsciously, and he hurriedly said:

   "However, he had previously appeared in the dark workshop privately set up by Deacon Zou. Since the death of Deacon Zou, this person has disappeared and has not shown up until now."

   "This person is nicknamed Ghost Hand. No one knows his name, but his gambling skills are extremely good."

   "Yes." Zhou Jia nodded slowly:

   "San Niang hasn't come yet?"

   "Two groups of people have gone to urge you." Wen Zhong's eyes were anxious:

   "Otherwise, I'll send someone over to have a look?"

   "No need." Zhou Jia shook his head lightly:

   "Look again."

   "This..." Wen Zhong's face froze slightly:

"Yes."

   After thinking about it, he said again:

   "Director, or wait a minute, we..."

  He made a gesture of beheading, with fierce eyes.

   In their line of work, how can there be no human life on their hands, and it is common for those who don't know how to praise, to have their arms broken and their eyes gouged out.

"Well…"

  Zhou Jia pondered, then pointed to several people in the crowd:

   "Look up, their background."

   "They?" Wen Zhong was taken aback for a moment, then recovered:

   "Are they in a gang?"

   "Yes, this subordinate will go now!"

  Wen Zhong has a fat body, but his movements are not slow at all. Not long after, he trotted up from downstairs, panting:

   "Director, I found out that there is really someone behind the ghost hand."

   "Oh!" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"tell me the story."

   "It's the Qian family!" Wen Zhong said:

   "The casino that Deacon Zou opened behind our backs is using the Qian family's territory. There should be a cooperative relationship between them."

   "The supervisor took care of the person surnamed Zou, and the dark workshop was closed. It was renovated not long ago, and this is the official position."

   "This ghost hand is the one the Qian family invited to watch the scene!"

"Humph!"

  He snorted coldly:

   "Come here this time, I'm afraid I want to show my prestige!"

   "Take us to stand up, they are so brave!"

   "The Qian family." Zhou Jia was thoughtful.

   "Director Zhou, are you looking for a concubine?" At this moment, a sweet voice sounded, and before the person arrived, a gust of fragrant wind had already blown towards his face.

  The two turned their heads and saw a charming woman walking up to the second floor.

  The woman's skin is fair and beautiful, but people can't tell how old she is. She has a light yellow dress inside, a layer of tulle on the outside, and a long skirt that drags the floor, showing off her graceful upper body.

  He smiled charmingly, his eyes seemed to look at Zhou Jia with deep affection.

   "Three Niangs are here."

  Zhou Jia's complexion remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand and pointed down:

   "I have a bad customer here, and I will trouble you to make a move later. The price is easy to negotiate."

  Although he has the trait of listening to the wind, he is not good at gambling. Some gambling methods are not easy to use even listening to the wind, so he can only ask for foreign aid.

   "Director Zhou is joking." Sanniang smiled sweetly:

   "They are all members of Tianhu Gang. Although I am in Dongcheng gambling house, I am not an outsider. Since there is trouble here, there is no reason to ignore it."

"what!"

   "It's him, Ghost Hand."

   Seeing the gamblers below clearly, her eyes changed slightly.

   "You know him?" Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes.

   "How many times have I met?" Sanniang covered her mouth with her hand, smiling sweetly:

   "There are not many powerful gambling masters in the city. Even if they don't know each other, they have heard of each other. This old guy has dealt with me."

"pity…"

  Her beautiful eyes rolled, and the soundtrack regretted:

   "If Luo Feng's hand was intact, it might not be as good as the ghost's hand, but now it is not."

   "I was going to trouble Sanniang." Zhou Jia cupped his hands:

   "When this matter is settled, Mr. Zhou should come to thank you."

   "Director Zhou is polite." Sanniang straightened her face and said:

   "However, I am not sure that I will win against this person. I hope the supervisor will know."

   "No problem." Zhou Jia nodded:

   "It's fine if you don't lose face."

   "That's not a problem." Sanniang relaxed.

  (end of this chapter)