On the high platform, the young man in black had already been entangled with Ye Qingshui in close quarters, no one dared to be tough The swarthy young man in front of him seemed to have met a nemesis, and the young man in black had a Tai Chi fist intent that made Ye Qingshui powerful and had nowhere to go, and every punch seemed to hit the cotton.

The old man surnamed Long sat on the edge of the high platform, his hand on the silver beard that was already one of the few on his chin, his eyes were full of relief, and there was a faint hint of pride.

Gradually, Ye Qingshui became more and more angry, and began to be a little breathless, and the corners of the black-clothed young man opposite hooked a sneer, that is, you forced you to use the Xuan Technique, once Ye Qingshui used the Xuan Technique, he would not be able to beat himself, then he would almost win this battle.

Seeing this, Yang Tingfeng couldn't help but shake his head, this Ye Qingshui is still too tender, and he doesn't have much actual combat experience, if this one is given to Yang Tingfeng to fight, not to mention that he will win, at least the young man in black will have to pay some price if he wants to win.

"Yan!"

Ye Qingshui finally couldn't help it, and with a loud shout, the white Xuan Qi gushed out from all over itself, and finally gathered on the fist, forming a small vortex to wrap the fist, and handed out the fist in three steps and two steps.

"Tai Chi Yu"

The black-clothed young man turned around and took two steps, and Xuan Qi poured out from his hands to form an illusory Taiji diagram in front of him, pushing his palms together in order to collide.

"Bang..."

An invisible wave was set off from the center of the two of them, spreading out, Ye Qingshui was the first to be blasted out by the air wave, took four or five steps back, coughed a few times, and there was already a trace of blood foam hanging from the corner of his mouth, he did not wipe off the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, but looked down at his fist with a strange gaze, the feeling just now seemed to be.. Hurt yourself by punching yourself?

On the other side, the black-robed young man who also took two steps back, just coughed twice, and then stood firm again, the black-robed young man who had just stood firm did not give Ye Qingshui a chance to breathe, and took advantage of your illness to kill you.

The palms were raised, bursts of Xuan Qi gushed out, and the palms lightly drew a few streamers in the air, forming an illusory Taiji pattern, but this time the Taiji diagram was not static, but slowly rotating.

"Tai Chi Town"

With a soft drink, the black-clothed young man raised the Taiji Diagram and smashed it towards Ye Qingshui, leaving ripples in the air.

For the first time, Ye Qingshui's face raised a touch of solemnity, but his slightly immature face looked extremely inconsistent with his temperament, his right fist was raised again, and bursts of streamers shuttled on it.

"Broken.." Ye Qingshui raised his right fist covered by the streamer, his legs were in a figure of eight, and he handed it forward, still planning to hit it hard, thinking that there is always a limit to Tai Chi no matter how soft it is, I will break it with one punch.

Yang Tingfeng shook his head, he already had the result in his heart, no longer paying attention to the battle situation on the stage, and turned his head to look at the streets in the city.

Sure enough, Ye Qingshui flew out directly upside down, slid for a long distance before slowly stopping, the whole person was half-kneeling on the ground, his meticulous long hair was already scattered, his right hand trembled slightly, and two mouthfuls of blood foamed out of his mouth.

"You're defeated. The young man in black raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took it back with one hand, showing the demeanor of a master.

Ye Qingshui didn't speak, his eyes stared at the black-robed man not far away, as if he wanted to engrave this person in his mind, and after looking at it for a while, he slowly got up with one palm, turned around and walked towards the camp of the long night, his back was a little depressed, as if he was isolated from the world, showing loneliness.

The crowd in Moyuan City began to cheer, shouting one by one as if they were their own happy events, and they let out a sigh of embarrassment towards the Night City.

This is an interesting story, no matter where or the force, as long as it encounters a foreign enemy, it will discard its past suspicions and work together with the outside world, from a small family to a large country.

On the side of the night, the old gods of the six factions were gone, everyone's faces became a little gloomy, and the young man walked up to say "sorry", and then walked out of the ring and got into the crowd without a trace.

Seeing this, the head of the Liuren faction turned a little cold with a low face, and finally snorted coldly, got up and walked towards the ring.

"What's the matter, there's no one in the night? Li Zhangdao is going to take action personally?" The corners of the Qingyan Sect's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he looked at the Liuren Sect Sect Leader with his hands folded.

Hearing this, Li Yu's gloomy face became darker and darker, "This time I lost in the night." But you don't have to be too arrogant, I will get it back sooner or later. ”

Li Yu snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and strode towards the stage, and when he walked to the edge of the high platform, he shouted at the night camp and continued to stride.

The crowd suddenly split a road for the people of the night to pass, but the sighing ridicule was endless, and the people of the night walked out of the crowd with black faces.

The heads of the twelve sects on their faces all stood up happily and arched their hands towards the old man on the edge of the high platform, "Thank you for being old today, otherwise my Mo Yuan's reputation will not be guaranteed." Qing Yan said with a smile.

"yes, yes. ”

"But thanks to Elder Long and his disciples. Everyone around echoed, with a flattering look on their faces.

This is understandable, after all, the old man's four disciples have become three, as long as they don't die in the future, they will be three walking sects, so they have to please.

The old man surnamed Long smiled and exchanged a few words with everyone, but he didn't show superiority, and still treated him calmly.

After a few words, the old man surnamed Long turned around and whispered a few words to the black-robed young man, then turned around and walked towards the tent set up by the twelve sects, his slightly perfunctory smile had already been put away, and he strode towards the tent with a gloomy face.

Yang Tingfeng, who was sitting in the tent, saw the old man walking straight towards him, and he didn't avoid it, he got up and walked towards the old man directly, his face was still as plain as water.

Yang Tingfeng actually refused in his heart, the key is that the tents have blocked the roads one after another, and there is no place to run, the only way is to face the high platform.

Yang Tingfeng was panicked in his heart, but the old god was still there on the surface, and his expression was not the slightest fear.

The face of the great elder of the Xunmen on the high platform changed slightly, and he hurriedly whispered a few words in the ear of the master of the Xunmen, and the face of the master of the Xunmen also changed, and he hurriedly took the old man and strode towards the tent.

"Little San'er, beat him, as long as he doesn't die, he will beat me to death, only slapping his face and not other parts of his body. The old man blew his beard angrily and glared.

When the black-robed young man heard this, his face was a little weird, but he was still about to step forward and hit Yang Tingfeng in the face with a single arrow step.

"Hey, hey, Brother Lan, wait, I don't know where Brother Feng offended Elder Long? Shen Tianjiang hurriedly blocked between the two of them, and bowed to the old man.

"Yes, yes, I don't know how this little friend offended Long Lao? Xiaoyou is a distinguished guest of my honorable family, if there is any offense, my honored family will personally come to the door with gifts to apologize another day. A whisper also sounded behind the old man, revealing a hint of nervousness in his words.

It was the master of the Xunmen Sect who followed closely with the Great Elder of the Xunmen, Chen Hao. He was tall and wearing a blue robe, and he was standing behind the old man and bowed slightly.

The old man turned his head and chuckled: "How did you offend me?" This kid is ......" The old man suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed, "Yang boy, come to my house tomorrow morning, otherwise.... Hey..."

The old man laughed, his expression was greatly relaxed, he said hello to the black-robed young man, turned around, and whispered as he walked: "Comfortable, comfortable!!"

Yang Tingfeng in the back gritted his teeth like black charcoal, he didn't have to think about it to know what the hell this old thing was doing, my life was resting.... Yang Tingfeng couldn't help but sigh, now at most, it's over with a beating, if you go tomorrow, you won't have to be shaved off, and the most annoying yourself will have to go.

The people on the high platform also noticed this scene, the heads of the eleven sects were all a little puzzled, and when they saw Old Long passing by, two of them stepped forward to test a few sentences, and the old man just smiled and replied: "You don't have to ask about your own family affairs." ”

The two of them retreated, with a hint of weirdness on their faces, family affairs? Could it be that this old man still has an illegitimate child left behind? But this could not be asked, and several people did not pay attention to Yang Tingfeng and began to preside over the birthday banquet.

Inside the tent, Chen Hao, the master of the Xunmen Gate, was asking Yang Tingfeng how he offended the old man, with a trace of apprehension on his face, if Yang Tingfeng had a big enmity with the blind fist of the people, what should he do?

When he learned that the two had no big enmity, Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, Yang Tingfeng would not say that he slapped the old man's face, but just let Chen Hao and the Great Elder relax between his words, if the old man's slap in the face spread, he was afraid that he would really have to leave his skin even if he didn't die.

Next is Mo Yuan's city-wide birthday banquet, which was supposed to be held when the sun was falling, but it was delayed to this time by the six factions of the night.

Since the order of the high-level man, the crowd below cheered, the crowd dispersed slightly and began to sing and dance, and some people in the restaurant turned around and took out the wine and food from the upper bunk and set up a lot of stalls in this large square.

There are also many tables and stools on the high platform, no more, no less than twelve tables, Chen Hao smiled and beckoned Yang Tingfeng to go to the high platform, found the table of Xunmen and arranged for Yang Tingfeng to sit down, Yang Tingfeng was not polite, and sat directly below.

Seeing Yang Tingfeng's move, Chen Hao nodded in his heart, although Yang Tingfeng sat directly on top of Chen Hao would not say anything, but it would not be very comfortable after all.

Yang Tingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the sharp-beaked monkey cheek who was sitting in his right hand without a trace, and he judged that the previous hateful gaze was from this person, not that Yang Tingfeng saw this person, but that there was a feminine aura when his gaze came.

This breath is different from the breath of most men, not like the vigor of the young, nor like the vicissitudes of old age, but like the femininity of a woman, so it is easy to distinguish, Yang Tingfeng recognized this person almost instantly.

At this time, the person with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks just happened to look at Yang Tingfeng together, this person hurriedly raised a smile, his face raised a hint of flattery, Yang Tingfeng also raised the corners of his mouth and nodded, his eyes were separated, and the two of them had their own ideas in their hearts.

Yang Tingfeng felt a little strange in his heart, seeing that this person's eyes were full of flattery, why was he in the tent just now....

And the middle-aged man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks was thinking about how to please Yang Tingfeng in his heart, so that Yang Tingfeng would not care about Shen Tianjiang, and the attitude of the door master and the great elder just now was in full view, and he had already lost the heart to hate Yang Tingfeng again.