The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 88: Light Footsteps Dance to the North Sea

Zhao Ti looked at the person who came. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face. He saw that he had a ruddy complexion, a head full of white hair, three strands of silver beard under his chin, a tall and strong figure, and was wearing a wide robe. He looked quite like an immortal.

This man also looked at Zhao Ti and suddenly asked, "You are the one who bullied my daughter?"

Zhao Ti sneered, and Tong Guan beside him said immediately: "You are such a rude peasant, why don't you kneel down and apologize to the king so that you can save your life? Otherwise, I will tie you up and capture you, and cut you into pieces!"

The visitor laughed loudly, "What king? I just had a quick meeting with my daughter. She didn't dare to tell me the truth about the army occupying the island. She only said that she was doing things for the government and would definitely be bullied by you. I vented my anger on my daughter and then took her away. What can you do to me?"

At this time, Sun led his soldiers to catch up from behind. Seeing that there were many people around and Zhao Ti was on the opposite side, it was not easy to use a crossbow, so he shouted: "All under heaven is the king's land, and all the people are the king's subjects. How dare you, a traitor, say such treasonous words!"

The man raised his head and howled: "Even if you are a king, how can you defeat me, the old immortal of Xingxiu..."

"Ding Chunqiu." Zhao Ti said lightly.

"Hmm?" The visitor was startled and looked at Zhao Ti: "Do you know the old immortal's name?"

Zhao Ti shook his head and laughed, "Everyone knows that you, the old freak of the stars, Ding Chunqiu, are a rebellious, arrogant and self-centered person!"

Ding Chunqiu's face immediately darkened: "Originally, I just wanted to teach you a lesson, but since you've made sarcastic remarks, I can only make you wish you were dead!"

"Sitting in a well and looking at the sky is extremely stupid." Zhao Ti sneered.

Ding Chunqiu was furious when he heard this. He was a murderer who loved flattery and hated ridicule and sarcasm. When he had the upper hand in a fight, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect would flatter him loudly. But when they saw that he was losing the upper hand, they would shut up immediately to avoid disaster.

"If you dare to mock me again and again, I will catch you and torture you to let you know how powerful I am!" He was very angry at the moment, and his body swooped down like a big bird. Those martial artists stood in front of him and greeted him with weapons.

Zhao Ti said: "This man's martial arts are poisonous, hold your breath and don't let him touch you."

Ding Chunqiu has methods such as corpse-rotting poison, Three Smiles Xiaoyao Powder, and even the vicious skill of Hua Gong Dafa.

Those martial artists became cautious upon hearing what he said, but Ding Chunqiu didn't bother with them at all. He raised his sleeves, vibrated his internal force, and used the method of transforming internal energy. No one could get close to him. Then he performed a strange step technique, and rushed towards Zhao Ti like lightning.

Tong Guan jumped out upon seeing this: "How dare you, traitor!"

He was afraid that the other party would poison him, so he released all six flying needles and controlled them remotely with colored threads, piercing the acupuncture points on Ding Chunqiu's body.

Ding Chunqiu frowned, having never seen this kind of martial arts before, he clapped his palms lightly, and the flying needles immediately circled away. He snorted coldly, moved closer, and slapped again.

Tong Guan hurriedly used the needle to pierce his palm, but he did not expect that Ding Chunqiu's move was a feint. He actually shook his body and caught a flying needle in his palm.

Tong Guan couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and was about to use the other five needles to attack Ding Chunqiu, but he suddenly felt that the internal force he had released had disappeared, just like the melting of ice and snow. The colored thread also turned gray and black in an instant and fell to the ground. He was so scared that he screamed and retreated violently.

Zhao Ti watched carefully from behind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raise, the power-transforming method!

Ding Chunqiu did not receive the true teachings of Wuyazi, and did not understand the principle of the Beiming Divine Art's dispersing and absorbing energy. So he imagined the poison method on this kung fu, smeared the poison on his palms and absorbed it into his body. When he used the kung fu, the poison stored in his palms was secretly sent out along with the internal energy.

Those who were hit by the palm either had their internal strength destroyed in an instant, or died instantly due to the poison, or wailed for months before dying. Practicing this skill requires seven days to wipe out the poison. If not, not only will the skill decline, but the accumulated toxins in the body will slowly begin to take effect without the suppression of new poison. At this time, Ding Chunqiu rushed forward, and the soldiers and the Jianghu people behind him hurriedly chased him. Ding Chunqiu moved extremely fast and raised his palm to slap Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti took a step, drew his sword, slid lightly to the side, and slashed with the sword diagonally.

Ding Chunqiu was not afraid of the long sword at all, and he grabbed it with both hands. Zhao Ti knew that he was going to use the power-transforming technique to contaminate the long sword, and then dissolve it along with his own internal energy attached to the sword.

He smiled gently, swung the sword, turned his body, and stabbed Ding Chunqiu in the ribs with another sword.

Ding Chunqiu waved his wide sleeves and hit the long sword. Zhao Ti continued to change his moves and thrust out another sword.

The two men exchanged more than ten moves in the blink of an eye, but Ding Chunqiu didn't even touch the sword, and not a single corner of his clothes scraped the sword. He had no chance to use the energy-dissolving technique at all, and anger suddenly appeared on his face.

At this moment, Li Qingluo came running from a distance, looking panicked: "Father, you can't do this!"

The soldiers stopped Li Qingluo, and she shouted, "Father, what are you doing? Stop it now. I am not being bullied, so there is no need for you to intervene."

Ding Chunqiu said angrily: "It's too late. This person dared to mock me. I will definitely catch him and torture him. Qingluo doesn't need to worry. At worst, the whole family can move to Xingxiu Sea to live!"

After he said that, he gathered his internal strength, and his long sleeves fluttered. Then a wisp of poisonous smoke flew out from his sleeves, so fast that it was difficult to dodge.

Zhao Ti showed an expression that seemed like a smile, and the Xiao Wuxiang true energy instantly enveloped his body. At this moment, all the acupoints moved, and all the meridians were like rivers. The Jianggong and Tanzhong acupoints were like the sea that accepted all rivers, and the vast ocean was accumulating.

The small Wuxiang true qi was spinning rapidly in the dantian, and a vortex seemed to be generated in every acupuncture point of the body. At this moment, the true qi had become both yin and yang, the masculine one like a burning furnace, the feminine one like ice, and it was almost immune to all poisons, strong and fierce, and the body's defenses increased dramatically.

Xiao Wuxiang's true qi simulates Beiming's magical power!
Zhao Ti had tried it when he was in the Langhuan Jade Cave. The Xiao Wuxiang Gong was not good at simulating the Sunflower Manual, but it could simulate the Beiming Divine Art.

If one wants to simulate internal energy, one must know the route of its operation. Zhao Ti had the Bei Ming Divine Art scroll and had memorized the technique long ago. He simulated it and found that it was indeed feasible. However, when fighting with Jiumozhi, he secretly used his left hand, but could not absorb the opponent's internal energy. However, he could resist the poison of the flame knife and even counterattack the opponent.

Bei Ming's magical skills are profound, and Xiao Wu Xiang Gong cannot fully simulate them, but it is no problem to resist poison. As for absorbing power, Zhao Ti doubts that it will be effective on the same source of internal strength as Xiaoyao Sect, otherwise Tianshan Tonglao would not have said that Li Qiushui wanted to steal her lifelong magical skills.

Li Qiu Shui did not disperse her internal energy. Without dispersing her internal energy, she could not practice the Bei Ming Divine Art. Unless Li Qiu Shui used the Xiao Wu Xiang Gong to simulate the Bei Ming Divine Art, she could absorb the same internal energy!
Seeing the poisonous smoke staining Zhao Ti's body, Ding Chunqiu was overjoyed and shouted, "Down, down, down!"

Zhao Ti's body was covered with an invisible internal force, so even if the poisonous smoke touched him, he would not be harmed.

Ding Chunqiu was stunned when he saw this, then his eyebrows stood up, and he slapped forward with his palm, using the power-transforming technique.

Zhao Ti smiled faintly, took a light step, and his body seemed to be stacked with layers of shadows, making it impossible to tell the real from the fake, and he came to Ding Chunqiu's side in an instant.

He stretched out his hand to grab the other person, and the energy vortex in the acupuncture points on his hand rotated, immediately pulling Ding Chunqiu's internal energy.

Ding Chunqiu's face changed drastically in an instant, and he exclaimed in shock: "Northern Divine Art?!"

(End of this chapter)