"Three-legged cat's thing, just a group of miscellaneous fish, little prince, Master, and look at my kung fu!"

There was Ouyang Feng before, Peng Lianhu couldn't show his hand, and at this time, he had the opportunity, how could he not show off, so that Yang Kang would know that the resources of Zhao Wangfu to worship them were useless.

As long as it wasn't for that person, one shot and one horse, he didn't care about it in the slightest.

Peng Lianhu was originally a bandit in Shanxi and Hebei, acting viciously and killing people like hemp.

"Whoosh!"

Peng Lianhu sneered, took out two copper coins and shot them out, instantly taking the life of the emaciated man.

Seeing that this short green-faced man was so arrogant, the old man pulled out his big knife with a "clang" and scolded angrily: "Old man, no matter who you are, don't want to walk out of this tea stall alive today!" After speaking, he slashed towards Peng Lianhu's head with a move of "cutting off the flow and dividing the water", and he used it with full momentum, and several disciples behind him shouted "good" vigorously!

The Master of Lingzhi rubbed his hands together and said to Yang Kang: "Little Lord, now any cat or dog can come out and bark indiscriminately, and now we just want to see the ability of the master of Peng Zhai, but I don't know if the master of Peng Zhai can solve this miscellaneous fish in a few tricks." ”

Hearing the words of the Master Lingzhi, Peng Lianhu snorted coldly, and used ten percent of his strength to "look at the window and push the moon", using ten percent of his strength, his left hand was yang, his right hand was yin, one soft and one was rigid, and he instantly lined up on the back of the old man's knife, and a force came, making the old man's arm tremble.

At this time, the old man's face was no longer angry, replaced by a cautious, the blue-faced dwarf in front of him had deep internal strength, absolutely above him, just now he made a move, he could resist his own hard training for many years!

Peng Lianhu was unforgiving, and in a blink of an eye, he punched again, although he was short, but the strength of this fist was not small at all, the old man couldn't dodge, and put the knife up horizontally, blocking this menacing punch, and at the same time slapped his left palm towards Peng Lianhu's shoulder.

Peng Lianhu is well-informed and experienced, seeing this palm coming, he condensed his internal force halfway, forcibly retracted his fist, lowered his body, dodged the same palm is, kicked out two feet in an instant, and at the same time took out the finger sleeve from his arms and put it on his hand.

The old man who kicked these two kicks stepped back, almost fell, and the internal force sank into his legs, barely holding on, but his whole body ached faintly, and his arms seemed to lose consciousness.

Yang Kang smiled and said, "Venerable Master, it seems that this Pengzhai master has won!" ”

The Master of Wisdom chimed in: "This finger set is extremely vicious, even the bull's nose, and it almost died!" ”

Ignoring the faces of the others, the two of them watched the fight by themselves, commenting, and their voices were not lowered by half a minute.

Peng Lianhu changed his finger sleeves, and he had no scruples when he made a move, and even the gossip knife he directly connected it, and within a few moves, he made a cut on the old man's chest.

"You, you use poison!"

Peng Lianhu ignored it, and made two more moves in succession, one punch broke the old man's heart, stepped on the old man's body, and said: "Venerable Master, this martial art, brother, can you enter your eyes?" ”

The Master of Lingzhi laughed, flew up from his seat in an instant, slapped the disciples behind the old man to death one by one, and said loudly, "The great name of Lord Peng Zhai is naturally amazing!" ”

At this time, there was a commotion among the people outside, Yang Kang looked out, and saw a group of Taoist priests coming slowly, led by seven people who were all old men, including the Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, who had a relationship with each other, he didn't know that at this time, the seven sons of the group really arrived, and he didn't care about watching the play, so he snorted, then disappeared into the crowd and retreated.

The Lingzhi Master and Peng Lianhu glanced at each other and retreated, although they considered themselves extraordinary, they were not the opponents of the Quan Zhen Seven Sons.

This time, the seven sons of Quanzhen came to Huashan, mainly to see if they could find Zhou Botong, fifteen years ago, Zhou Botong disappeared and was never heard from, so that the Quanzhen Sect lost a top master.

This time Huashan discussed the sword, and several people were holding a fluke mentality to see if Zhou Botong would come to Huashan. Quanzhen Qizi felt that if Zhou Botong was still alive, with his temperament, he would definitely not miss this opportunity to join in the fun.

The reputation of this Quanzhen Sect has resounded all over the country since the last time Huashan discussed the sword, and it has developed into the largest sect in the rivers and lakes over the years.

In a great sect like the Quanzhen Sect, the disciples are all noble figures on weekdays, and it is extremely difficult to meet even if they want to meet each other, so if they can meet here this time, they will naturally not miss the opportunity to meet them.

"It turns out that a group of masters from the Quanzhen Sect have arrived, and this is not comparable to any bullshit."

"That's not Qiu Daochang, I was fortunate to meet more than ten years ago, but I didn't expect that many years have passed, Qiu Daochang's demeanor has not diminished back then, so it can be seen that his martial arts have reached an unfathomable level!"

"If only I could worship the Quanzhen Sect, but the Quanzhen Sect doesn't accept people with extraordinary talents!"

Danyangzi Ma Yu walked in front, hearing the admiration of a group of people, but he couldn't be happy at all, others didn't know, he could see clearly as the head of the sect, this great Quanzhen Sect, since Wang Chongyang died, it has been powerless.

If Zhou Botong is not missing, it is a little better, he can always shelter his disciples for one or two decades, if there are more talented people in these twenty years, who can cultivate the innate skills left by the ancestors, it will not take a few decades, and the Quanzhen Sect will produce another "Zhongshentong", and then the Quanzhen Sect will be in name only, and it should be the first major school in the world.

Although the martial arts of their senior brothers are high, compared with the four peers and others, they need to rely on the Tiangang Beidou Array to compete, and the last time Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi said that they were a pair of ten teenagers, and their martial arts were actually above the two of them, which made them have a sense of urgency.

In terms of martial arts alone, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi were the most powerful of them, and they were unexpectedly defeated by a teenager at this time.

This rivers and lakes, after all, depends on martial arts!

On this day, as soon as the sky was clear, I saw countless people from the rivers and lakes climbing the mountain from the foot of Huashan.

"What a gut, I dare to do it to my grandfather, I'm afraid I've lived enough!"

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way of the uncle, just your bullshit kung fu, you dare to call yourself a hero, go to this Huashan?"

"Look for death!"

In order to occupy a good position, many people even started halfway up the mountain and knocked down the people who followed them or in front of them.

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On the mountainside of Huashan Mountain, the sound of swords colliding sounded after a while, and a smell of blood drifted down the mountain along the thin wind.

Who doesn't know that this Huashan Sword is a martial arts feast, not to mention how their martial arts are, but they can't miss it, but this Huashan is high and dangerous, and the highest peak is not big, and there are obviously not many people who can accommodate it.

Even the slightly lower peaks next to it can't accommodate many people, but there are more than thousands of people in the rivers and lakes who come to hear the wind!

Chapter 169: Striving for Mount Hua (1)