Chapter 212 Anyang Prefecture

Chapter 212 Anyang Prefecture

Chapter 212 Anyang Prefecture (Tried...)
In Anyang Prefecture, the night is falling.

Twenty miles north of the city, there is a villa next to a beech forest.

Qiu Ping'an lightly climbed over the courtyard wall, landing on all fours in a strange posture, making almost no sound.

The four-legged raccoon's tracking skills were best-known in the Guardian Hall back then.

"From Beijing to Henan, the boss just needs to say something and the subordinates have to run their legs off."

"Isn't Yang Fengming annoying enough?"

Qiu Ping'an secretly complained, but just as he stood up, he saw a burly man with a crooked face suddenly push open the door and walk out with a sneer.

"Not good! I was discovered."

The crooked-faced man looked at Qiu Ping'an and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it! I thought it was the Jinyiwei who smelled something and chased after us so quickly."

He stretched his arms and forced a smile with a crooked face: "He climbed over the wall, so his friend must be a bandit. He followed us all the way. Do you want money or something else? We can discuss it, as long as you beat Ding!"

Qiu Pingan said quickly: "It's my bad luck, can you just pretend I was never here?"

The crooked-faced burly man twisted his muscular neck and sneered, "Of course you can, as long as you defeat me."

Qiu Ping'an stopped talking nonsense, pushed off the ground with his legs, rushed forward, and his right fist was like an arrow shot from a bow, hitting Ding Zhuang's chest straight.

"So fast!"

Ding Zhuang was secretly shocked. He bent down and jumped to the left, rolling like a donkey to avoid the punch.

He just cared less about the whole thing and exposed his back.

Qiu Ping'an did not miss this opportunity. He rushed forward and punched him in the lower back.

As long as this punch lands, the fight will be over and Ding Zhuang will be paralyzed if not killed.

"Well done!"

At this moment, Ding Zhuang's curled up body suddenly stretched out. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, raised his feet backward, and secretly accumulated internal strength, and kicked hard at Qiu Ping'an's opening and closing heart.

This tactic of "double needles hidden in cotton" means to flee in a panic in an unfavorable environment to show weakness to the opponent, and then counterattack.

Qiu Ping'an quickly retracted his fists and held them across his chest. He was kicked in the arms and retreated seven or eight steps.

Qiu Pingan spat out a broken tooth and said in a low voice: "Interesting."

"It must be unpleasant to have your teeth broken by your own fist. I have something more interesting, do you want to see it?"

Ding Zhuang flipped over and brushed off the dust on his body. There was no smile on his face anymore, only a crazy and aggressive look.

I have practiced this "Double Needles in Cotton" footwork countless times, and my speed, moves, and internal strength have almost reached perfection.

There are not many people in the martial arts world over the years who can easily avoid his sneak attack.

This is a strong enemy!
"Come again."

Ding Zhuang was not from a famous and upright family, but was a man who had been through many trials and tribulations in the martial arts world. He had flexible leg techniques and fierce attacks. If he did not attack the vital points, he would instead launch sneak attacks from the lower three directions.

Qiu Ping'an's boxing skills are fierce, combining regular and strange techniques, and his various moves emerge one after another.

The two figures moved around in the yard and fought for more than thirty rounds, but it was difficult to tell who would win.

"Mandarin Duck Kicks!"

Dingzhuang was eager to win and left no room for any more effort.

He stepped on the ground with his left foot and flew three or four meters into the air. His two feet kicked out in the air like afterimages. Qiu Ping'an raised his arms like a shield and took the first two oblique kicks. His arms were numb, his feet were shaking, and his posture had loosened.

But the real killer move is the third whip kick.

The moment Ding Zhuang landed, his right foot touched the ground and his left leg flew from bottom to top towards Qiu Pingan's neck.

"Let's see if you die!"

Ding Zhuang's leg techniques were learned from the martial arts world, with a hammer here and a stick there. This "Mandarin Duck Continuous Kick" is also a martial art he created himself. After listening to Water Margin several times in a teahouse, he remembered that there was a hero named Wu Song in it who was good at using the mandarin duck kick, so he named it after it.

Qiu Ping'an stood in place and suddenly raised his right hand.

"What? Catch it with your bare hands?"

The hand was covered with a layer of green Qi, and from a distance, it actually looked like a layer of fine green scales. "Green snake swimming arm!"

Qiu Ping'an is the oldest incense master in Xuehe North Garden and has extraordinary strength. That's why Zhang Yu insisted on letting him participate in this blood mission and gave him the task of finding out the news about Su Huanzhen.

Ding Zhuang saw a green snake with its bloody mouth opened wide, instantly clamping the leg that was kicking towards him.

"what!"

The crisp sound of a broken bone.

Ding Zhuang felt as if he had kicked an iron plate, breaking his bones and tendons.

Qiu Ping'an threw him a few meters away, released his powerful right fist, and stood where he was.

Using the Green Scaled Snake Hand, he concentrated his whole body's Qi and blood in a short period of time to increase his explosive power. Both his strength and speed could be greatly enhanced in a short period of time, allowing him to easily block the attack.

The use of this poisonous skill is not without cost.

When Qiu Ping'an dispersed his true qi, his arm suddenly became extremely itchy, as if he was in an ant nest and was being bitten by hundreds of ants. He took out the antidote from his arms, took it, and activated the drug to gradually absorb the true qi that had overflowed from his meridians into his skin and flesh.

"Poison Skill? Who are you?"

Ding Zhuang was lying on the ground. The handprint on his calf had shattered his pants, and his skin was covered with a layer of fine black foam.

Qiu Pingan took off the black cloth, revealing a middle-aged man's mercenary face. He walked up to him and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it. The poison is in your ankle, far from your heart and meridians. You have two quarters of an hour. If you get the antidote, you can survive."

Ding Zhuang asked again: "What do you want? Who sent you?"

Qiu Pingan squatted down and said with a smile: "Wrong, wrong, it should be me who asks and you who answers."

"Why...why should I trust you?"

Ding Zhuang almost spoke with gritted teeth, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his pupils slightly dilated, as if a thousand embroidery needles were knitting a sweater in his flesh at the same time, the pain was incomparable to having several broken ribs.

There, small black bubbles jumped like musical notes, appearing and bursting in just an instant, but the piece of flesh had gradually sunk in, and had a tendency to spread upwards.

If you have a knife, the best option is to cut off your left calf.

Qiu Pingan's eyes were indifferent: "Do you think you still have a choice?"

Ding Zhuang was silent for a while: "You ask."

"Where's that woman?"

"Are you really a member of the Royal Guards?"

Qiu Ping sneered: "You don't have much time."

Ding Zhuang shook his head and said, "We are gangster killers. We were ordered by our employer to protect that woman. We fled from the capital to Anyang Prefecture, but we ran into the Jinyiwei. After a fight, we suffered heavy losses. Our employer used a trick to disperse the few brothers who were not injured, and each of us took a brothel girl and fled..."

“I really don’t know anything else.”

Upon hearing this, Qiu Ping'an kicked his right leg and broke it. He walked into the room and saw that there was indeed a young woman tied up tightly. She smelled heavily of makeup and had been knocked unconscious. She was lying on the floor beside the bed.

Qiu Pingan sneered: "With your skills, what benefits did they give you for doing these dirty things?"

"Five hundred taels of silver, and a Qi-nourishing Pill."

Ding Zhuang took out a spindle-shaped porcelain bottle from his arms, the mouth of which was sealed with a wooden cork.

Qiu Pingan was overjoyed and said quickly, "Open it."

Ding Zhuang's heart sank. It wasn't that the porcelain bottle really had a mechanism, but that this man was very experienced in the martial arts world and his methods were flawless. In his current state, it would be extremely difficult to escape from under his nose.

Qiu Ping'an took the black pill, which had a strong fragrance and was of high quality.

Being able to increase my inner strength is exactly what I need.

That group of people can actually come up with such good things to recruit people, no wonder they have so many lackeys running around under them.

"I'll give you the Qi and Blood Pills and the banknotes."

There was a pleading look in Ding Zhuang's eyes, but his heart was filled with hatred.

"It's a dark and windy night, and the sky is free and unfettered."

Qiu Ping'an smiled and put the two things into his arms, stretched out his hand to strangle Ding Zhuang's neck, turned around and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)