C142 Strange Killing Technique
C142 Strange Killing Technique
The Frost Iron looked like a piece of wood, but it was not convenient for him to hold in his hand.
Ouyang Xiaotian had just left the city gate when he saw a few people playing a big game near the city gate. Some people were watching from the sidelines.
"Dang, dang, dang!"
"Fellow villagers, those who are rich just go to the money market, while those who are poor will go to the personal market. Passing by, passing by, don't miss it. "Now, please enjoy the Iron Finger Art."
After the gong sounded, a short young man stepped forward and stood in the middle of the field. He began to operate his spiritual power. His right index finger was wrapped in a layer of spiritual energy. The man held a blue brick in his left hand, pointed his right index finger at the blue brick in his left hand, and jabbed it with all his might.
Then the man shouted, "Open!"
The man's right hand quickly drilled into the brick, and green smoke began to rise from it.
The man pulled out his right index finger and a small hole appeared on the green brick.
An ordinary martial artist, even if they covered their finger with a layer of spiritual energy, wouldn't be able to drill holes into the green bricks. This person was indeed powerful. He must have grasped some special martial arts in order to be able to drill into the hole.
The man held up the brick for the surrounding people to see. The surrounding people all loudly cheered, "Alright, let's do it again."
Thus, another young man came up to perform. This time, he performed the 'Bone Shrinking Art'.
He took out a jar. That jar was only 20 centimeters in diameter. The young man began to circulate his spirit energy, slowly drilling into the jar.
The young man performing the Bone Shrinking Art was 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin. It would not be easy to get into the jar.
Ouyang Xiaotian couldn't help but hold his breath as he watched carefully.
Sure enough, the young man took a deep breath and crawled into his legs.
"Hey!"
The young man roared again and began stuffing his left hand into the jar. The crowd burst into applause.
"Sure."
"Hey!"
The young man shouted again and began to squeeze his right hand into the jar with difficulty. The crowd burst into applause.
After he placed his right hand into the jar, the rest was easy to deal with.
Finally, the young man slowly made his way outside again.
Only when all the youngsters had come out did the performance finally end.
At this time, young people performing Iron Finger Art began to collect money from the audience. Everyone who had seen it more or less threw a copper coin or two at him.
Some were a bit more generous, and would throw a silver coin. Of course, there were very few people who would throw in gold coins.
That person came in front of Ouyang Xiaotian and Ouyang Xiaotian casually threw a gold coin to him.
The young man smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you. You have given too many rewards. I think it's better if I find you a copper coin."
With that, the young man handed a copper coin to Ouyang Xiaotian. Ouyang Xiaotian frowned: "What is this?" [What does it mean to find a copper coin?
He took the copper coin and was about to put it in his pocket, but the young man smiled sinisterly and stabbed his right index finger viciously towards Ouyang Xiaotian's neck.
This young man's Iron Finger Skill could even bore a small hole through the brick, and it was no problem for him to drill into Ouyang Xiaotian's neck.
Just at that moment, it was too late for Ouyang Xiaotian to dodge, so he could only move slightly. The young man's iron fingers left a deep bloody mark on Ouyang Xiaotian's neck.
Luckily, the artery on his neck was not injured. Otherwise, Ouyang Xiaotian would have to die.
"Pah!"
Ouyang Xiaotian casually slapped the young man, causing the young man to fly backwards. "Pu!" He spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, the young man who was performing the Bone Shrinking Art also came over. The young man who performed the Bone Shrinking Art had a very flexible body. Almost using both his hands and feet, he attacked Ouyang Xiaotian.
Of course, there were also others with them. Some held blades, some held swords, some held sticks, and some pounced towards Ouyang Xiaotian.
"Take his life while he's sick!" The young man with the Iron Finger skill said.
"Who are you people?" Ouyang Xiaotian asked.
"We're the ones who want your life." The young man who was performing the Bone Shrinking Art chuckled and said.
When they started to attack Ouyang Xiaotian, the audience started to retreat due to the chaos. Some even ran away.
"Phantom Gale Step!"
Ouyang Xiaotian did not wait for them to come to his side and walked the Phantom Gale Step. As he walked, he took out a hemostasis pill and swallowed it.
Should he leave them? Ouyang Xiaotian muttered in his heart: "If we leave here now, we can avoid the risk for a while, but these people are in the dark and might come out again someday." It would be better to deal with them now.
Ouyang Xiaotian took a closer look and realized that there were more than a dozen warriors that wanted to attack him. Moreover, most of these warriors were from Spirit Transforming Stage.
Just who were these people? Well, in the end, one must be left alive.
Ouyang Xiaotian casually took out a weapon. Why is it a Black Ice Iron? How was he going to use it?
It was too late to change weapons. At this moment, the young man who performed the Bone Shrinking Art kicked towards Ouyang Xiaotian's chest.
Ouyang Xiaotian met him with the Frost Iron, and the young man's foot hit the Frost Iron.
"Aiyo?" "What is it?" The young man was shocked.
At this moment, a wave of cold qi followed his right foot and attacked him. The young man's right leg instantly turned into a large ice stick.
"Putong!" The young man who was performing the Bone Shrinking Art fell to the ground. Originally, his flexibility had been very good, allowing him to move freely. But now, his right leg had stiffened and he could only fall to the ground.
"Howl!"
Ouyang Xiaotian took the opportunity to step forward, raised the Frost Iron and smashed it on his head. His head instantly turned into a lump of ice.
The remaining martial artists were left dumbfounded.
What's going on? Why isn't Ouyang Xiaotian afraid of the chilliness?
Actually, Ouyang Xiaotian had to circulate the fire energy in his body to resist the cold energy of this Black Frost Iron. This kind of cold energy was even stronger than the one in his body.
"Don't be afraid, we have more people." A martial artist said.
"Phantom Gale Step!"
Ouyang Xiaotian instantly arrived in front of another warrior, "Pa!", he threw the Frost Iron towards the warrior's face.
"Don't ah …"
"Before that martial artist could finish his words, the muscles on his face were frozen into balls of ice." "Pa!" Ouyang Xiaotian used the Golden Astral Divine Palm on his left hand and slapped the warrior's neck.
"Crack!"
The martial artist's head disappeared without a trace. Because of the cold qi, no blood came out. It looked too strange.