Suddenly, Feng Qingyang's figure flashed, and he appeared among several people, only to see him twist his beard and say, "Brother Ouyang, Qigong and two are slow." Hearing that this little brother can also use a sword, the old man is itching, but he wants to ask for advice. ”

"Wait, wait......" Hong Qigong hurriedly stopped.

"What does the Seventh Duke have to say?"

Hong Qi said fairly: "It's rare that we haven't seen each other for so many years, and it's really not good to fight and kill as soon as we come up." I'm hungry, why don't you sit down, and I invite you to have a delicious meal? ”

Feng Qingyang thought about it for a while and felt reasonable, as the saying goes, you are a guest from afar, and as soon as you come up, your host will compete in martial arts, and it is really a bit unreasonable not to even invite a meal.

"I'm not interested in trying your 'deliciousness', so I'll do it." After Feng Qingyang finished speaking, he turned around and entered the stone cave, and after a while, he came out with a few live chickens and ducks, as well as some vegetarian condiments, a few jars of wine, and pots and pans for cooking.

"I'll come, I'll come ......" "A piece of kindness" was rejected, Hong Qigong was not annoyed at all, and took the poultry materials with a smile, "Let everyone try my craftsmanship today, and keep you eating chopsticks later." ”

Several people started together, and it didn't take long to make a table full of delicious food, exuding bursts of fragrance and coming to the nose.

"Hmm......" Hong Qigong took a deep breath and sighed, "Old poison, the old flower has always looked down on you!" Don't think you're so fragrant and gluttonous. Fragrant! It's really fragrant! ”

Before the meal, Ouyang Feng went outside for a walk, and when he came back, he had a few more snakes and insects with colorful patterns in his hand and made a pot of snake meat soup.

Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, his expression slightly triveted: "You're not afraid that I will be poisoned?" ”

Hong Qigong picked up a piece of snake meat with chopsticks, couldn't care about the hot and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth, and muttered: "It's not in vain that the flower can eat such a delicious delicacy, even if it is poisoned by **." ”

When everyone heard this, they laughed, knowing that it was a joke, no matter how high Ouyang Feng's martial arts were, it was impossible to poison under the noses of so many grandmasters.

Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, Feng Qingyang, Zhang Xinyi, Ling Huchong, Yang Guo, and Xiao Zhao gathered around the stone table.

As for the six immortals of Peach Valley, they were beaten aside by Zhang Xinyi and used some leftovers to burn coldly, looking pitiful.

After some gobbling up, only the cups and plates were left in disarray.

Hong Qigong lay on the ground, burping with infinite satisfaction.

Feng Qingyang's sleeves swept away, and the cups and bowls on the stone table were immediately swept away, "Qigong, Brother Ouyang, I have eaten the rice and drunk the wine, you can do it." Old man, I want to see how much you have grown over the years. ”

"Slow down! Slow down! Hong Qigong called again.

Feng Qingyang looked over, expressionless.

Hong Qigong laughed twice, quietly glanced at the sword blade in Feng Qingyang's hand, and said: "We have fought for so many years and have not been able to distinguish a winner, it is rare for a few juniors to be here, it is better for each of the three old things to send one person, and they will take us to fight." ”

Feng Qingyang stroked his long beard, he just accepted an apprentice, thinking that this idea was not bad, and nodded: "This is very good." ”

He instructed Linghu Chong on the side: "You will fight on behalf of the old man in a while." ”

Linghu Chong bowed and saluted, "Disciple obeys." ”

Ouyang Feng suddenly said: "Later, you can use the toad skill taught by your father to ask for advice later." ”

Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, glanced at Hong Qigong, and said in a low voice: "Dad, my son knows." ”

Hong Qigong looked left and right, he didn't have a disciple with him, it turned out that Yang Guo was a good kid, but he was obviously closer to Ouyang Feng. After thinking about it, he arched his hand towards Zhang Xinyi and said, "Little brother, I think the female baby around you has a good foundation, I don't know if I am willing to learn from both hands with the old flower." ”

Zhang Xinyi said with a smile: "Senior Hong is willing to advise, that is Xiao Zhao's blessing." Xiao Zhao, you ask Senior Hong for advice. ”

Xiao Zhao said crisply: "Yes, Childe." "I came forward to see Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong was even more happy when he saw that she was smart and well-behaved, just like the little girl Huang Rong at the beginning.

The three of them made an appointment to fight tomorrow morning, so they each found a place to teach martial arts.

In the cave, Hong Qigong paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his expression was hesitant, he glanced at the two of them, suddenly sighed, and said: "In this competition, the old sword and the old poison must teach each other, Dugu Jiujian and Toad Gong are both first-class peers in the world, if the old Hua doesn't take some real kung fu, I'm afraid this competition has little chance of winning." ”

It's not that he's afraid of losing face in the competition, it's just that Xiao Zhao fights for him, and if he doesn't teach something sincerely, he can't care about it.

Zhang Xinyi said: "Mr. Hong's martial arts are superb, just teach anything." ”

Hong Qigong shook his head again and again: "No!" Not! After glancing at the two of them a few times, he suddenly made up his mind and said, "You are a female baby, I am afraid that you will not be able to learn the eighteen palms of the dragon, I still have a set of kung fu here, and I have always only passed on the leader of the beggar gang, not others." But today, I will make an exception for the old flowers, and you learn to compare with them. ”

Zhang Xinyi asked: "Could it be the beggars' dog-beating stick method?" ”

"Not bad. My dog-beating stick method is divided into 36 ways, and I only teach you the first nine ways, so that the old flower is not considered a private martial arts. ”

Of course, whether this counts as self-deception or not, only God knows.

Hong Qigong wanted to teach Xiao Zhao the method of beating dogs, and Zhang Xinyi was inconvenient to stay here any longer, so he got up and said goodbye.

Hong Qigong stopped him, "With your kung fu, it doesn't matter if you don't learn this set of stick studies, stay and watch it together." ”

Next, he split the first nine ways of the dog-beating stick method, showed the two of them a trick, and taught the mantra and the method of exerting strength at the same time.

This set of dog-beating stick methods is profound and mysterious, each move has nine changes, each change has more than a dozen changes, follow-up techniques, and the reason for dealing with it can be described as exhaustive.

The three of them talked and practiced at the same time, and after a night passed, they were able to practice the first nine ways of sticking.

The three of them are all equipped with internal strength, and they don't sleep all night but they don't get sluggish, but because they have learned new stunts, they are excited and energetic.

The three went out, but found the other four outside.

"Let's get started!" The six nodded slightly, and shot at the same time.

In the field, Xiao Zhao faced Feng Qingyang, Ling Hu Chong faced Ouyang Feng, Yang Guo faced Hong Qigong, and the six of them fought in pairs, divided into three groups at the same time.

The three juniors, with Ling Hu Chong's internal strength is the deepest, the Qi Breaking Style and Palm Breaking Style he makes can be called the sword moves that are tailored to restrain Ouyang Feng, the sword blade is like a wild imagination, and the antelope hangs its horns, stabbing at the weak point of Ouyang Feng's moves from the most unthinkable place.

And Ouyang Feng is worthy of being one of the top masters in the world, he quickly found Ling Hu Chong's weakness, and made a move to suppress people, and his palm power was strong and strong, so that Ling Hu Chong was overwhelmed, as if he was walking a tightrope in the sky, and he could be defeated at any time.

However, "Dugu Nine Swords" is the best at defeating the strong with the weak, plus Ling Hu Chong has been practicing swords with Feng Qingyang for several days before, and has rich experience in fighting with top masters, and he is quite disciplined when dealing with it, which not only has the dignified and righteous spirit of the royal swordsmanship, but also the strange sharpness of the Dugu Nine Swords.

Although Ouyang Feng could take him down in a short time, he would definitely be injured by Dugu Jiujian, thinking that he was a first-class person of a dignified grandmaster, so he naturally didn't want to be lost face by a junior in front of everyone.

On the other hand, Yang Guo's style of play against Hong Qigong is completely different, Yang Guo used the ancient tomb faction to make light efforts, running around the cliff, and never dismantling a move and a half with Hong Qi's bus. Hong Qigong forced him forward, but Yang Guo didn't wait for him to get close, and he had already escaped.

Hong Qigong said secretly: "Good boy, if you blindly dodge, what is the prestige of the Northern Beggar." Suddenly, he jumped in the air, and his ten fingers were like steel claws, slamming down on the top of Yang Guo's head.

This move was too urgent, Yang was numb, knowing that he couldn't dodge it no matter what, gritted his teeth, his limbs were tightly clasped on the cliff, and there was a muffled "grunt", and the whole person was like a big toad that preyed and shot out.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the two of them clapped each other, Yang Guo was shocked by this palm and turned seven or eight somersaults, only to feel that the blood in his chest was surging, and he was extremely sad.

This palm also aroused Yang Guo's competitive heart, and his body was like an immortal, and he was entangled with Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong was surprised to see his moves, quite mysterious, although it only took a few palms to beat him to vomit blood and retreat, but he consciously pressed people with force, and the victory was not martial, and his hands eased down.

Among the crowd, the best looking one in the fight is also familiar with Xiao Showa's clear and clear group, only to see silver stars in the sky, and sword qi is horizontal. Feng Qingyang flicked his wrist, and in an instant, a sword shadow appeared in the sky, enveloping Xiao Zhao in it.

Hong Qigong saw it sideways, and immediately shouted: "Okay, you old swordsman, you have to use weapons against the last girl." ”

Feng Qingyang's old face flushed, and he replied: "Old Zhaohua, your footwork of this girl is so exquisite, did you teach her?" ”

Hong Qigong shook his head, "I didn't teach it." ”

Feng Qingyang spoke with several more swords, the sword light was like electricity, one moment it was still in front of him, and the next moment it had turned behind him, "whooshing" stabbed at Xiao Zhao's body.

Xiao Zhao is like a wisp of blades in the wind, dancing with the sword wind, narrowly avoiding the sword blade, the bamboo stick in his hand shook, and the big points around the body were raised to the wind.

"Bang" twice, these stick moves were broken by Feng Qingyang, but they also made several grandmasters in the field nod secretly.

This blow is extremely perfect in terms of timing, angle, and strength, and it is just stuck at the moment when Feng Qingyang returns his breath, and there is a faint bit of grandmaster bearing.

"I didn't expect this little girl to be the most talented of the three." The three of them glanced at each other, and they had a plan in their hearts.

With a "whew", the three of them each pulled out and flew back.

"Old poison, your righteous son toad skill has your three successes, and there is a shadow of the Quanzhen Sect swordsmanship under your hands, but there are still some kung fu old flowers that you can't see." Hong Qigong laughed.

Yang Guo said: "The younger generation came out of the ancient tomb and learned the kung fu of the ancient tomb school. ”

Hong Qigong thought for a while and shook his head: "I haven't heard of the old Tomb Sect's Hua, it must be a certain secret sect, and his kung fu is very handsome." ”

Ouyang Feng put his hands behind him, and snorted arrogantly: "If it weren't for the old man's illness, there would be no turn for the Tomb Sect to teach him martial arts." ”

"The old poison is just a matter of doing it with the younger generation, why should it be so serious." Feng Qingyang's expression was a little dissatisfied, and when he was right, Ouyang Feng made a heavy hand, but Ling Hu Chong was slightly injured.

When Ouyang Feng heard this, he said lightly: "This kid is the oldest, has the highest skills, and has learned the Dugu Nine Swords, and is the best at finding flaws. ”

Feng Qingyang thought that the old poison was hard to take soft, although he hurt Chong'er, but today he took the initiative to say that my Dugu Jiujian is better than the toad skill, so I don't care about him.

grabbed Linghu Chong and swept towards the cave.

"Today's competition is over for the time being, Brother Ouyang, Brother Hong, we will compete again tomorrow."

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