"I'm afraid that the Lord of the Blood Knife Sect is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, looking obviously unconvinced.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart, in the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan faction, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Iron Sword Sect, and has become a faction of his own.

"The main reason for the Hongjiao is to ask himself that his martial arts are higher than mine, so he can give a lesson in the end." The Blood Knife Ancestor's eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the Blood Knife tightened.

Hong Antong's white hair was windless, he smiled faintly, his body disappeared in place, and a punch had already hit the big hole in the chest of the Blood Knife Ancestor, although the Blood Knife Ancestor was surprised by his speed, but he was experienced and prepared, and he picked it up with a knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled more than a dozen moves, Hong Antong's pure martial arts attainments were slightly higher than that of the Blood Knife Ancestor, but in fact, when they fought, they could only fight without winning or losing, and they were extremely depressed.

Sang Jie on the side saw that the two were almost fighting, and hurriedly jumped into the middle, and several illusory handprints were conjured up in both hands, which immediately separated the two.

"Hmph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "Tantric Mahamudra, it really deserves its name."

The Blood Knife Ancestor also put the Blood Knife into his waist and slowly sat down.

Yuan Chengzhi was shocked when he saw it, and secretly thought that he should be able to win against any of the three people, and the other two joined forces to maintain an invincible and undefeated at most, and the three of them attacked together, I am afraid that he can only rely on his magic to go away and fly high.

"Blood Knife Ancestor, is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi also wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but seeing that several people had the same goal as him, he thought that he had no grudges with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.

A look of horror appeared on the Blood Knife Ancestor's face: "I have seen a lot of masters in the martial arts, but this is the first time I have seen someone who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." Then he described in detail what it was like that day.

The other three were amazed when they heard this, and Yuan Chengzhi was also shocked, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if it was changed to an ordinary wooden sword, I am afraid that I would not even be able to beat these three people.

After seeing the martial arts of the Blood Sword Ancestor, everyone also believed in his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "You are all overlords, why would you work together to deal with a little Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the Blood Knife Ancestor, clasped his palms together, and said: "Golden Snake King, we won't hide it from you, the Blood Knife Sect Master and I have now taken refuge in the Mongolian Seven Emperors Sun Ali Buge Prince, the prince and his old man have been with the Manchu Qing Dynasty for a long time, and those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share the worries for him and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi, as for the Hong sect master, I have also recently intended to take refuge in our prince, and I plan to make a great contribution first and then visit the prince and his old man......"

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but secretly calculated in his heart: When this seat finds Wei Xiaobao and forces him to tell the secret of the forty-two chapters, wouldn't it be better for him to set up an independent kingdom overseas, and he has to come over to be a minion.

"According to our many investigations, Wei Xiaobao seems to be moving separately from the large army, and now it should be in the territory of Song Guogusu, and we will ambush him on the way back to Yanjing, Yangzhou!" As soon as the four giants decided to join forces, they soon began to plan.

"We have to let him stay in Yangzhou for a while, so that we have enough time to close the net."

"What weaknesses does Wei Xiaobao have?"

"Lustful, gambling, good money."

"Yangzhou has always been a land of fireworks, you might as well use beauty as bait......"

"But Wei Xiaobao is a Manchu official, I haven't seen anything stunning, I'm afraid he can't look down on ordinary vulgar fans."

"The lady of this seat can barely be called the beauty of the country, and she can be regarded as a suitable candidate, but it's a pity that the thief has already seen her, and it would be bad if he made him suspicious in advance."

"It's a pity that Mrs. Hong is famous, it's a pity."

A group of men were looking at each other, worried about the bait, at this time the big tent was opened, and a beautiful young woman walked in, although she was not very old, but her hair was already coiled up, and she looked like a wife, "Brother Yuan, I heard that there are a few guests?"

Several people looked at each other one after another, and secretly shouted in their hearts: It takes no effort to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to get them!

Yuan Chengzhi was full of black lines: Qingqing, if you don't come in early or late, you just come in at this time.

Who knew that when Xia Qingqing heard about the plan of several people, he became interested: "It's fun, it's fun, just let me go, I don't believe that Wei Xiaobao's yellow-haired boy doesn't worship his aunt...... Under Madame's skirt."

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Looking back at the competition between Song Qingshu and Gu Mozhi, Gu Mozhi didn't take Song Qingshu in his eyes, but the two confronted each other from afar, and Gu Mozhi quickly realized his mistake, and the other party had a grandmaster bearing, which was really good compared to himself.

Song Qingshu knew that the other party was afraid of face and refused to strike first, so he made a move to descend the dragon and eighteen palms of "dense clouds and no rain", and the palms slapped each other alternately, flooding the sky with palm shadows, and attacked the past.

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending?" Gu Mozhi was extremely knowledgeable, and he recognized Song Qingshu's martial arts path at a glance, and he was puzzled in his heart, "I heard what those women said just now, he seems to be surnamed Song, so it must not be Qiao Feng and Guo Jing, but I haven't heard of any masters in the younger generation of the beggar gang."

Seeing the joy of hunting, Gu Mozhi used one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin "Pranya Palm" to meet it, the two fists intersected, fought with each other dozens of moves, one is the world's first fierce palm, one is the deepest Shaolin Temple, never-ending palm, it is really a chess opponent will meet a good talent.

It's a pity that Song Qingshu has not been able to spy on the descending dragon. [,!] Eighteen palms are in the realm, so it is seven or eight points of power to play out, and Gu Mozhi also relied on tricks to play out the palm, only to get its shape, not its god, so two half-hangers can fight for so long.

If it was Xiao Feng or Guo Jing who made the eighteen palms of the dragon descend at this moment, Gu Mozhi simply met the enemy with the palm of Pranya, I am afraid that he would have already been defeated; In the same way, if the Prajna palm is made by the sweeping monk, Song Qingshu's eighteen dragon-descending palms can't stop the ten moves.

Despite this, the two of them made exquisite moves, and the surrounding tables and chairs were swept away by the palm of the hand, and they were all shattered, and the two men and three women on the side smacked their tongues.

"This group of martial arts people, what should I do with this loss." The boss went upstairs and saw a mess, and he couldn't help but feel sad and cry and grab the ground.

"Shut up, don't disturb grandpa's interest." Wei Xiaobao was looking at it, and casually threw out a handful of silver tickets to the boss, "It's time to compensate for your losses, don't say it's enough!"

"Enough is enough, a few masters play slowly, I'll go make you a pot of tea." Seeing the amount of the silver ticket clearly, the boss suddenly smiled and ran down.

Being interrupted by this, the two took the opportunity to separate, and Gu Mozhi looked at Song Qingshu in amazement: "Song Gongzi is the one with the highest martial arts cultivation since the poor monk entered the Central Plains."

"It takes thirty-four years for the Shaolin Temple to have a small success, and this monk must have only learned for a few years, but it is really incomprehensible that he can practice such a process." Wang Yuyan on the side muttered to herself, lowered her head and fell into hard thought, looking confused.

"King Ming is really amazing, one year of practice is worth ten years of Shaolin monks!" Song Qingshu sincerely admired, although he knew that the other party was driven by Xiao Wuxianggong, but a flattering word was just a word, and he would not die if he talked about it.

Although Gu Mozhi is a generation of monks, but after all, he can't see through the fame and fortune of martial arts, and he can hear the other party's admiration, although he is ashamed of it, but there is a faint smile on his face, and he comes to a default.

Who knew that Song Qingshu was shocked when he saw his smile, and hurriedly dodged to the side, everyone looked at it, only to see that Song Qingshu's position just now had left a few deep holes, if he didn't hide, I am afraid that he would have been seriously injured at this moment.

"Being able to dodge the fingers of the poor monk shows that the son has a deep foundation in Buddhism, ordinary people don't know the essence of the Buddha's flowering and smiling gestures, so naturally they can't realize the timing of this flowering finger......" Gu Mozhi slowly took his fingers back one by one, and admired the young man in front of him more and more.

"Come and don't be rude, King Ming, please take it." Song Qingshu's expression was suddenly full of anger, turned his palm into a claw, and attacked with great ferocity.

Wei Xiaobao saw that the marble upstairs had left several deep holes under Song Qingshu's grasp, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Song is awesome!"

Wang Yuyan on the side frowned and said nothing, and after seeing more than a dozen moves, she sighed softly: "Although the Nine Yin Divine Claw is extremely powerful, Song Gongzi doesn't seem to have practiced to Dacheng, and now he is driven by martial arts, and in the long run, I am afraid it will inevitably go crazy."

Hearing his soft voice, Duan Yu couldn't help but be stupid, in his heart, how could the competition between two stinky men in the field compare to staring at Miss Wang.

Mu Wanqing originally had half of his mind on him, but immediately found that Duan Yu looked haunted by his dreams again, his heart was uncomfortable, and he paid full attention to the situation on the field.

Sure enough, after Song Qingshu's sharp energy was exhausted, Gu Mozhi used the Shaolin dragon claw hand, claw to claw, forcing Song Qingshu to retreat a few feet in a hurry.

Gu Mozhi smiled faintly: "The poor monk is very curious about the wooden sword on Song Gongzi's back, in the past few months, all the way east, the poor monk has also seen a lot of various wonderful swordsmanship in the Central Plains, such as this Duan Gongzi's six-vein divine sword, which is also the world's first-class swordsmanship...... It's just that I've never seen anyone use a wooden sword...... Could it be that Song Gongzi thinks that the poor monk is not worthy of your sword?"

"I heard that King Ming's stunt is the 'Flame Knife', I don't know if I have the honor to be taught." Song Qingshu pulled out the wooden sword and attacked it with a fatal series of three immortal swords.

"Good swordsmanship!" Hauma Zhi secretly praised, luck in both palms, and pushed it out flat.

Wei Xiaobao saw the two of them dancing their swords in the air on the spot, and the other repeatedly slashed their palms at the enemy several feet apart, only to feel bored, scratching his head and ears, his heart moved, and he smiled and said to Wang Yuyan on the side: "Miss Wang, do you know what they are doing?"