Huang Rongjin laughed angrily: "Okay, there are many young talents, we old guys are at the age of retiring from the rivers and lakes, let me warm up with you first, and see whether the dragon descending palm of Cang Daxia is authentic or not." ”

Cangyun smiled freely: "Old Huang is merciful. ”

Gai Zhongyi retreated with Peng Fei and the others, leaving only Cangyun and Huang Rongjin on the field, and tens of thousands of beggars in the audience held their breath and watched Cangyun who suddenly broke in.

Huang Rongjin straightened up, his hands were in the shape of eagle claws, from flesh color to pale gold, and his momentum changed from an old man on the street to a powerful underworld leader, looking at Cangyun indifferently, this unwelcome outsider.

Cangyun was very comfortable: "Senior Huang, please." ”

Although Huang Rongjin said that it was a warm-up, thinking of the rumors on the rivers and lakes, he didn't dare to be careless, his hands slowly moved to his chest, squinted his eyes, and opened them suddenly, his eyes became like eagle eyes, and a vertical black pupil in the middle glowed with blue light under the light of the fire. With a low roar, like an eagle striking the sky, Huang Rongjin's legs kicked the ground at the same time, and his whole body rushed towards Cangyun like a cannonball. Cangyun was full of vigor all over his body, and a dragon head loomed behind him, not showing weakness, and slapped Huang Rongjin with both palms.

With a muffled sound, Cangyun didn't move, Huang Rongjin took two steps back, and applauded repeatedly: "Okay, sure enough, the hero is a young man." ”

Cang Yun smiled lightly: "Senior Huang, you can directly use your Flying Thirteen Eagles, is it okay to fight it out?"

Huang Rongjin's face changed slightly: "You are so confident that you can break my Flying Thirteen Eagles?"

Cangyun said: "I can't break the Flying Thirteen Eagles of my predecessors, I will admit defeat, and then watch the seniors compete for the position of the leader of the beggar gang." ”

Huang Rongjin groaned slightly, and Cangyun said with a playful smile: "Senior Huang, are you afraid that after using the Flying Thirteen Eagles, your skills will not be enough to fight against several other elders?"

Huang Rongjin was silent, he was indeed told by Cangyun about the matter, and he didn't know how to answer, Cangyun said: "I'm not afraid, after fighting Huang senior, you can fight again with all your might." ”

Huang Rongjin's face became gloomy, the beggars on the spot whispered for a while, and Peng Fei and several others did not look good.

"It is said that Cangyun fought alone in the Great Jade Dragon Mountain, and there were dozens of Beiyi masters, which seems to be true. Deng Qingshan said in a low voice.

Gai Zhongji was full of energy, and his heart was proud, Peng Fei and the others were also calm, after all, these Nine Bags Elders were not comparable to ordinary masters.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll see if you can catch the Thirteen Flying Eagles. Huang Rongjin sneered again and again, on the rivers and lakes, Huang Rongjin's most violent shot was only to the tenth form of his stunt flying thirteen eagles at the bottom of the box, and he vomited blood and died of the big disciple of the Shanghua Sword Sect who was crisscrossing the south, and the quasi-head of the sect vomited blood and died, causing a sensation in the world for a while, today a young man openly provoked, how could Huang Rongjin show weakness.

Huang Rongjin stepped back step by step, revealing a black aura behind him, like an eagle spreading its wings, and a gust of cold wind blowing.

Peng Fei and the others looked at each other, and Feng Decai said: "Huang Lao's skill has actually reached a higher level, probably no longer lost to the fourth prince of the year, Elder Du, are you still Huang Lao's opponent now?"

Du Shengyue smiled: "General Feng, are you afraid that Huang Lao will crush your treasure knife with one claw?"

Feng Decai's face did not change: "Then you have to fight to know, see if that Cangyun can resist the thirteenth type." ”

After Huang Rongjin retreated to the edge of the stone platform, he did not stay, but continued to retreat, and actually stepped in the air, this light work was staggering, and the beggars who were watching were excited and applauded loudly.

Peng Fei and the other elders pursed their lips and did not say much, without showing too many surprised looks.

Cangyun's face was relaxed, and his internal force was constantly mobilized, and there was a huge dragon coiled around him.

Huang Rongjin's arms shook, soared into the sky, and glided in the air for half a circle, Cangyun knew that it was the perfect combination of light power and claw power. With an eagle's roar, Huang Rongjin swooped down, like a dragon captured by a dragon. Cangyun dragon head raised, palms soared to the sky, and a dragon chant shocked the audience.

The palms and claws slammed into each other, and there was a loud bang.

Huang Rongjin walked away, and then flew high in the air, flying higher with the power of Cangyun's palm.

Flying thirteen eagles, flying for thirteen days, getting higher and stronger day by day, day by day, the slogan is I want to fly higher.

Half a tea time, Huang Rongjin has used eleven styles.

Cangyun's complexion gradually became solemn, and every time he struck with both palms, there was no change, purely with the power of the dragon's palm, and he never saw defeat.

Peng Fei and the others were even more calm, waiting for Huang Rongjin's last two forms, one was to take the opportunity to see the power of Huang Rongjin's stunt, and the other was to see how deep Cangyun's skills were.

The twelfth type, everyone can only see a black spot in the air, Huang Rongjin must have peerless light skills, and the control of the body has reached the point of perfection, in order to accurately find the opponent in the high air, and kill with one blow, otherwise the opponent will see Huang Rongjin floating high, and he will run away, and Huang Rongjin can only fall on the spot, isn't it embarrassing. Huang Rongjin has the ability to almost soar in the air, in order to fully exert the full power of the Flying Thirteen Eagles, if it is fighting indoors, Huang Rongjin can use the anti-seismic force of the wall and ceiling, and the speed of the move is faster, but the power has decreased, and the biggest disadvantage is that it will destroy the building, which can be described as both pros and cons.

Therefore, like today, Cangyun stood still, waiting for Huang Rongjin to complete his pranayama and dive from a high altitude, which could be regarded as cooperating with the opponent's moves, so that Huang Rongjin could exert the power of the Flying Thirteen Eagles extraordinarily.

Because of this, Peng Fei and the others want to know the results.

In the twelfth style, Huang Rongjin fell silently, and everyone only saw a golden thread falling from the sky.

Cangyun pulled out his palms without any tricks.

With a muffled sound, the heavy stone slab under Cangyun's feet cracked, and the sharp-eyed master saw a trace of blood on the corner of Huang Rongjin's mouth.

Huang Rongjin's face was expressionless, he returned to the sky, and completely disappeared into the night, after a few breaths, the pale gold on his hands was dispersed, and his eyes were dim and slowly fell.

Cangyun is more dignified, this is Huang Rongjin's spirit is all restrained, and all his skills are gathered on the palm of his hands, returning to the basics. Cangyun slowly raised his palms, slower than the eighty-year-old woman, dissipated the gang qi and dragon form, and Huang Rongjin silently palmed it, and the stone slabs within a radius of three zhang under his feet were undulating like waves, one after another, shattering into stones.

Huang Rongjin was like a fallen leaf, his body swung a few times, fell back to the ground, took seven or eight steps back in a row, stopped his feet, his face was pale, and he looked at Cangyun, Cangyun smiled, looked at Huang Rongjin.

After a while, Huang Rongjin said slightly hoarsely: "Cang Daxia, it is really good, the dragon descending palm is in your hands, and it will definitely be carried forward." ”

Cangyun clenched his fists and smiled: "Senior Huang, admit it, admit it." ”

Huang Rongjin waved his hand silently, didn't say much, didn't go to Peng Fei, Gai Zhongji, etc., didn't pay attention to the beggars' caring eyes, and walked straight to the outside of the lotus stone dock.

Gai Zhongji and Peng Fei were a little embarrassed, and they didn't know whether they should keep Huang Rongjin, but they knew that Huang Rongjin was proud in his heart, and he was defeated at the hands of Cangyun, a junior, and he was indeed disgraced.

The question is, Huang Rongjin is defeated, who can win? The true power of the last form of the Flying Thirteen Eagles is only known to Cangyun and Huang Rongjin, but looking at the extent of the damage to the stone platform, Peng Fei and the other four nine-bag elders also have to think in their hearts, and if they are themselves, they can be as light and breezy as Cangyun.

Gai Zhong saw that Peng Fei's face sank like water, his heart was happy, and he walked to Cangyun's side: "Cangyun, yes, Huang Rongjin's golden eagle claw is a stunt, and the head of the general gate sect will definitely be able to follow his entire set of flying thirteen eagles." How do you feel now?"

Cang Yun smiled: "It's okay, it must be Huang Lao's subordinates who are merciful." ”

Gai Zhongji was even more pleased: "Just now Huang Rongjin said in public that the tender Dragon Descending Palm is good to use, it is really good, I haven't seen him say who is good for so many years." ”

After talking to Cangyun, Gai Zhongji turned around and said loudly: "Everyone has seen that Cangyun won a game, and Elder Huang Rongjin was defeated. ”

The beggars couldn't help but turn their heads to each other, and the duel of the judges was indeed an eye-opener, and Cangyun's dominance was obvious, which greatly increased the beggars' confidence in Cangyun.

"The next elder, who wants to fight?" Gai Zhongjian looked at Peng Fei and the others.

Feng Decai didn't wait for the other elders to speak, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "Let Feng give a try, it's just that Cangyun has just fought with Elder Huang, do you need to rest?"

The eyes of all the beggars turned to Cang Yun, and Cang Yun smiled and said, "No, but I know that Elder Feng is good at using a knife, and I can also use a blade to compete with you?"

Feng Decai nodded and said, "I heard that your swordsmanship is superb, Feng naturally wants to see it." ”

"That's it, I didn't bring a sword with me, I heard that Elder Du Shengyue's long-term hatred hook is very powerful, I don't know if you can borrow it from me. Cangyun Road.

Gai Zhongji scratched his head: "What does Nen say? Nen wants to use a long hatred hook? That's not a sword, ordinary people can't use it." ”

Du Shengyue looked helpless.

Cang Yun said with a smile: "The Long Hate Hook is a kind of strange sword, it can barely be used, as long as Elder Feng doesn't say that I am stubborn and self-serving, just look down on him." ”

Feng Decai said: "Feng naturally won't, but I don't know what Elder Du means." ”

In front of everyone's eyes, how could Du Shengyue say that he didn't want to lend, with a wry smile on his face: "Cangyun, although my long-hating hook is not a magic weapon, it has followed me for many years, and it is easy to use." ”

Cang Yun laughed: "What, Elder Du, are you still afraid that I will kidnap your long-term hatred hook and run away?"

Du Shengyue had nothing to say, flicked his sleeves, and showed a long hatred hook, and he didn't know where he usually hid. Du Shengyue's ability to hide hooks is also a must, which can make the long-hating hook unpredictable. Indeed, as Cangyun said, compared with ordinary long swords, the long hatred hook is only bent out of a right angle on the head, and the bent part is only more than an inch, which can barely be used as a long sword.

Cangyun trotted over, took the long hatred hook, and said with a smile: "Thank you Elder Du, I will return it when I use it." ”

Du Shengyue had to say politely: "Please feel free to use it." ”

Cangyun returned to the field, using the hook as a sword, and slung it across his chest: "Elder Feng, please!"

Feng Decai pulled out a broad broadsword, and Cangyun suspected that it was changed by a horse chopping knife.

Feng Decai, who was holding a knife in his hand, was like a god of war, and a murderous aura spread, making the beggars present involuntarily close their mouths and hold their breath.

"Kill!" Feng Decai roared, and the person moved with the knife, slashing towards Cangyun, Cangyun smiled, and waved the long hatred hook.

With a click, the long hateful hook broke.