The people in the hall changed color, they didn't know that there was such a master hidden, listening to his roar, the internal force was probably the best in the world.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, his expression became solemn, and his eyes were fixed on an old man who walked out of the back hall.

The old man had a high nose and deep eyes, a snow-white beard, and roots like iron, and he walked with a sense of authority, but unfortunately that sense of authority was destroyed by his unkempt hair like a chicken nest.

Su Quan was shocked in his heart, thinking to himself where did Hong Antong find the master, although Song Qingshu is strong in martial arts, but after all, his head is not bright now, and he is afraid that he will suffer a loss when he fights, so he has lost the biggest barrier.

"Sect Master, I don't know who this old gentleman is?" Su Quan hurriedly asked, and the rest of the people in the hall all looked at Hong Antong, obviously having the same doubts in their hearts.

Hong Antong laughed, got up and introduced: "This is a good friend of this seat, Mr. Ouyang, one of the five peers in the world of Huashan Sword in the past."

"Western Poison Ouyang Feng?" The faces of all the masters in the field became unnatural, especially Yu Zhenzi, who suddenly regretted that he had come to Shenlong Island too much.

The Blood Knife Ancestor and Sang Jie glanced at each other, and they both secretly exclaimed that it was not good, this time the prince's plan, if there is more this person, I am afraid that something is wrong.

Yelu Nanxian's face was also sinking like water, and suddenly there was more of this variable, so he had to act at the opportunity.

Ouyang Feng has been staring at Song Qingshu since he came out just now, and before Su Quan had time to round, Ouyang Feng spoke: "Stinky boy, just now you were ashamed to say that you are the best in the world in martial arts?"

Ouyang Feng's qi machine firmly locked Song Qingshu, and Su Quan, who was standing on the edge, already felt that he was not breathing, and was worried about Song Qingshu, who was the first to bear the brunt, but when he looked back, Song Qingshu replied calmly as if he was nothing: "So what?"

Ouyang Feng has been practicing the Nine Yin True Scripture all these years, and he has already practiced to the point of delirium, and he doesn't even remember his name in the past, the only thing he still remembers is the desire to win the first place in the world, seeing that Song Qingshu was ashamed, he was immediately furious, and the whole person rushed over like a cannonball.

There were many first-class masters in the rivers and lakes present, and when they saw that Ouyang Feng's thunderous blow was so powerful, they all frowned, thinking in their hearts how to deal with it if they changed their position in Song Qingshu.

Yelu Nanxian thought about it, I am afraid that I can only use flexible body techniques to avoid its edge first, but the opportunity has been lost, under Ouyang Feng's stormy attack, I am afraid that I can barely hold on to a hundred and eighty moves, but in the end it is still difficult to escape defeat.I don't know why, she is looking forward to seeing how Song Qingshu copes.

Yelu Nanxian is a martial arts wizard who is rare in a century, and at a young age, she has fought invincible opponents among the younger generation of the Liao Kingdom, and even Xiao Feng, the king of the Southern Courtyard who is famous for her martial arts, has praised her martial arts.

Therefore, although the Liao Kingdom pursued her handsome man a lot, Yelu Nanxian didn't even look at it, and in her mind, how could a man who couldn't even beat herself be embarrassed to be her husband.

On the contrary, in the past year or two, I heard that there is also a young top master here in the Manchu Dynasty, Yelu Nanxian can be said to have been friends for a long time, and he has long had the heart to compete with Song Qingshu, but it is a pity that he has not been able to get what he wants, this time he can see the other party and the West Poison Ouyang Feng fight, not only will he benefit a lot, but also evaluate the strength of both sides, thinking of this, Yelu Nanxian is faintly excited in his heart.

Yeluqi on the side noticed her pretty red face, and smiled bitterly in her heart: I'm a martial idiot cousin.

In the field, Song Qingshu also looked solemn, and he stepped on the ground with all his luck, and the power of the ground shock came from his feet, and Song Qingshu's whole body went through a wonderful tremor, and his palm had already carried ten layers of skill and Ouyang Feng who rushed over a few palms.

Ouyang Feng only felt a huge force coming from his hand, his breath couldn't help but suffocate, and before he could adjust his breath, the other party's body had bent down like a big bow, and his heels swept towards his head like a sharp iron whip.

Everyone in the hall didn't expect that the powerful Western Poison was actually forced to retreat by Song Qingshu's move, and they were all shocked, and they were thinking in their hearts that they might have to reestimate Song Qingshu's combat power.

Song Qingshu also felt the breath churning in his chest, just now Ouyang Feng didn't take him much in his eyes at first, thinking that no matter how high this young man's martial arts are, he is limited, but his move is too impatient and rash, and Song Qingshu followed the power of the earth, and this move made Ouyang Feng suffer a small loss.

Ouyang Feng was also stunned, and asked incredulously: "The dragon swings its tail, and the dragon descends eighteen palms?" Are you always called Hua? But why is the beard and white hair all gone, and you have become so young...... But he was also happy to see the hunt, although he suffered a small loss, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and before the other party could answer, he waved his palm and rushed over.

Although Ouyang Feng is crazy, he has not forgotten his instinct for martial arts, and since he thinks that the other party is a master of the same level, he naturally plays with a twelve-point spirit, and often leaves two points of spare strength between his gestures to avoid blindly recklessly advancing.

Song Qingshu also looked up to the sky and roared, without the slightest hesitation, the shot was the eighteen palms of the dragon, the two of them had a tricky and mysterious move, and the other was simple and mellow, just dismantling more than ten moves, there were several extremely dangerous situations, but they were skillfully resolved by the other party, and they couldn't help but admire each other.

The two of them gestured, the cold wind made the people around them retreat again and again, Yelu Nanxian was dizzy, and thought in his heart: I didn't expect Song Qingshu's martial arts to be so high, compared to him, my skills are insufficient, but the subtle moves may not lose to him.But I have seen King Xiao make a move in the past, and the same dragon descending eighteen palms King Xiao seems to be more powerful......

"Little doll, your martial arts are so-so." After dozens of moves, after the two separated, Ouyang Feng squinted at Song Qingshu not far away.

"Crazy old man, your martial arts are okay." Song Qingshu replied.

"It's a pity you're not enough." As soon as Ouyang Feng's words fell, he squatted on the ground, his hands bent at his shoulders, and his mouth made a clucking sound, like a big frog wrestling.

"Toad Gong!" Those who have knowledge in the field have already recognized that this is Ouyang Feng's famous stunt.

Song Qingshu's eyebrows were really solemn, although he was a little confused, but the instinct of martial arts has not been forgotten, and when he reached this level, he quickly saw the characteristics of toad gong, this skill is purely static braking, the whole body is full of strength, and the strength is not spitting, once there is any flaw between his moves, he will be counterattacked like thunder.

Song Qingshu wanted to move the enemy, but suddenly realized that every time Ouyang Feng croaked, the momentum on his body would rise by one point, if he didn't make a move, when Ouyang Feng's momentum reached the peak, under that blow, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch it.

Yelu Nanxian looked at the field without blinking, for fear of passing a trace of detail, only to see Song Qingshu's palms churning, so fast that he couldn't see the flesh palms, and faintly saw an air mass slowly growing in his hands.

The corners of Yelu Nanxian's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously stepped back, the rest of the people in the hall were not fools, the two of them in the field looked ready to go, and when they fought for a while, they would definitely be shocked, if they didn't retreat at this time, it would be bad if they hit the pond fish later.

Ouyang Feng's cheeks became more and more bulging, and his belly became more and more swollen, the croaking sound of the toad resounded through the hall of the Divine Dragon Sect, and those who were slightly weaker in skill were bleeding from their mouths and noses, Yu Zhenzi, Blood Knife Ancestor, Sang Jie, Yeluqi and others also felt bored and disgusted when they heard it, and hurriedly fought against each other, and everyone in the field looked as usual, only Yelu Nanxian and Hong Antong were two.

Finally, Ouyang Feng's momentum had risen to the peak, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a wave of true qi directly hit Song Qingshu's body, although the true qi was invisible, but where he passed, the hard marble slabs on the ground were scattered and shattered, which could also let outsiders see his divine might.

Song Qingshu has also exerted the palm power of the eighteen palms of the dragon to the peak, seeing this, the left leg is slightly bent, the right arm is bent inward, and the right palm is drawn in a circle, as if it is the most powerful move of the eighteen palms of the dragon - Kang Long has regrets, but Song Qingshu has made it different from Kang Long's ordinary fast palm, his palm is pushed very slowly, but no one dares to ignore the power of his palm.

There was a loud bang, and the hall was filled with smoke and dust, and everyone only felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, not to mention those low-level disciples in the Divine Dragon Sect, even Yelu Nanxian, Hong Antong and others secretly frowned.

After the sound came, soon a strong gust of wind spread out from the center of the explosion, and those with low martial arts were directly blown into the wall and vomited blood, and the body of Yu Zhenzi, who was high in martial arts, and the ancestor of the blood knife also involuntarily slid backwards, but the posture was not so wolf.

When the wind hit his body, Yelu Nanxian's face also changed, and he hurriedly took three steps back to stabilize his body, leaving a few footprints that fell into the stone slab but were quite beautiful.

Hong Antong on the other side also retreated again and again, Yu Guang noticed that Yelu Nanxian had stabilized his body, and hurriedly used a thousand catties to smash the stone slab on the ground with one foot, so he took two steps back and stopped.

Hong Antong also knows that he is suffering, and now that the great enemy of the Shenlong Sect is current, these people have bad intentions, which can just reflect the level of everyone's martial arts, if they show their cowardice, the group of sharks will be like smelling blood, and they will all regard themselves as a piece of fat.

Sure enough, when the group stabilized their figures, they saw that Hong Antong had only taken two steps back, so Yue Zhi stood there and watched the battle in the field, and the faces of the masters of all parties were shocked.

Yelu Nanxian didn't have the leisure to watch their intrigue, but watched the competition in the field attentively.