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Xiao Yao only ran two steps, and suddenly felt a strong wind above his head, and a person suddenly rushed over his head, and in a flash, he was already standing between him and the five ugly. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) stood still, only to see the man stretch his waist, haha laughed: "I slept so happily this night!" It was the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qigong.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao was overjoyed, and the five uglies were shocked. It turned out that Hong Qigong really fell asleep in the snow at the beginning, and after being stepped on by the five ugly, he naturally woke up after touching his body. But he was quite interested in Xiao Yao, a young man with a very strange number of martial artists, and wanted to test it to see if Xiao Yao could keep the three-day covenant, so as to find out how good his conduct was, so whenever Xiao Yao came to visit him, Hong Qigong held his breath and pretended to be dead. It wasn't until three days later, when Xiao Yao had no choice but to throw him into the abyss, that he stood majestically at the entrance of the narrow road.

At this time, Hong Qigong faced the five ugly people on the Tibetan side, only to see that his left hand drew a semicircle, and his right hand was pushed out with a palm, which was the "Kanglong has regrets" in the proud work of his life "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon". The big ugly didn't have time to escape, knowing that this move couldn't be hard-connected, but he had to put his palms together and fight hard to resist. Hong Qigong's palm power was free, and he only used one percent of his strength at the moment, but the big ugly already felt numb in his arms and pain in his chest. Seeing that he was in danger, the second ugly was afraid that he would be shocked into the deep valley by Hong Qigong's palm, so he hurriedly stretched out his hands to push his vest, Hong Qigong's palm strengthened, and Erchou leaned back and almost fell. The four ugly stood behind him, stretched out his arms to support each other, and Hong Qigong's palm power followed the general, and then the four ugly passed the three ugly, and the three ugly passed to the last five ugly. These five people were strung together like sugar gourds, there was no escape, there was no way to escape, there was no way to avoid it, and in an instant, they were about to be killed by Hong Qigongyun's single palm. Hong Qigong said with a smile: "You five guys have done a lot of evil, and today you will be shocked to death by shaking the old man to death, and you can be blinded if you want to die." ”

Hearing this, the five of them stood still, glared at him angrily, and fought with him with one palm, but they felt that the pressure in front of their palms was getting heavier and heavier, and their chests gradually felt annoyed, and after a while, every breath was very difficult. Xiao Yao stood aside and waved his flag and shouted, seeing that victory was in sight, but he suddenly heard Hong Qigong say "Huh" in surprise, obviously encountering something very surprised. He withdrew eighty percent of his palm power and asked, "Your internal strength is very good. Who is your Master?"

The clown still pressed his palms against him, and said breathlessly, "We...... Be...... It's Master Darba...... Target...... under the door. ”

Hong Qigong shook his head and said, "Darba? Well, your internal strength can be transmitted to each other, which is a great skill. Xiao Yao thought to himself: "It is really great to be able to get the old man Hong to say 'very remarkable'." But I think the martial arts of these five guys are also mediocre, and none of them can beat me if they fight alone. I only heard Hong Qigong say again: "What kind of sect are you?"

The big clown said: "Our master, is it...... It is a Tibetan holy ...... Holy Monk ...... The second ...... of the Golden Wheel Dharma King Second disciple ......" Hong Qigong shook his head again and said, "Tibetan holy monk, King Jinlun? But there is a monk in Tibet, who is called the Master of Wisdom, and I have seen him. When it comes to martial arts, this Master of Wisdom is better than you, but what he has learned is not a superior martial art. You've learned a good amount of kung fu, well, that makes a lot of sense. Go and call your grandfather and compare with me. ”

The big clown said: "Our ancestor is a holy monk...... Living Bodhisattva, Mongolia's first national teacher, with vast magical powers and invincible in the world, how can he ...... How can you ......?"

The second clown heard that Hong Qigong's tone had the intention of sparing their lives, but when the big clown said this, he was cutting off his own way of life, so he hurriedly changed his words without waiting for him to finish speaking: "Yes, yes." Let's go and invite Master Zu to come and learn from Mr. Hong...... Cut...... Cut...... Let's learn from each other, and only our ancestor can do it with Mr. Hong. We juniors...... I would like to mention ...... Raise...... Wine...... Wine gourd...... Also...... Also...... No...... Nor deserved. ”

At this moment, only a few sounds of Duo, Duo, and Duo were heard, and a person turned out from behind the corner of the mountain, his body was upside down, and he was holding stones in each hand, propping up the ground, it was Ouyang Feng, the West Poison. Although Xiao Yao had never seen him, he had guessed a thing or two from his strange appearance. I saw that after Ouyang Feng turned out, he jumped straight behind the five ugly, stretched out his right foot to support him on his vest, and a strong force passed all the way to the five people. Hong Qigong was also taken aback when he saw Ouyang Feng appear, and just wanted to speak, but suddenly he felt that his hand sank, and he felt that the strength of the other party was surging strongly, and it was definitely not comparable to the previous five ugly skills, so he hurriedly fought back.

Xiao Yao stood aside, watching Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng fight, and his mind turned sharply for a while. Thinking of the original works of the Condor and the Condor Archery, since Huashan's second sword discussion, Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng have never met for more than ten years. Although Ouyang Feng's mind is nonsense, he reversely practices the Nine Yin True Scripture, and the more he practices his martial arts, the stranger and stronger he becomes. Hong Qigong once listened to Guo Jing and Huang Rong recite a small part of the true scriptures, which was confirmed by his original martial arts, and he also made great progress, after all, it is better than adversity, although he doesn't know much, but it is not inferior to Western poison. The two decades ago martial arts were inseparable, and since then they have had their own encounters, and today they met for the third time in Huashan. However, in this way, it is pitiful that the five ugly people in the Tibetan side are sandwiched between the two masters of the world, making a mat for testing tricks and a sandbag for practicing boxing, and for a while they only feel that their bodies are cold and hot for a while, their breathing is tight and slow for a while, and the bones around their bodies are rattling, which is hundreds of times worse than any torture.

Just when he was stuck here, Ouyang Feng suddenly asked, "These five guys have learned very good internal skills. Hey, what sect are you?"

Xiao Yao thought to himself: "Even Ouyang Feng said that the internal skills they learned were very good, these five ugly people are really not ordinary people, it seems that Tibetan secret martial arts does have its own uniqueness." At this point, I only heard Hong Qigong respond: "They say that they are the disciples of the Tibetan holy monk Jinlun Dharma King." ”

Ouyang Feng said: "Who is more powerful than this Golden Wheel Dharma King compared to you?"

Hong Qi said fairly: "I don't know, I've never seen it, but I think it should be about the same." ”

Ouyang Feng said again: "Then how do you compare it to me?"

Hong Qigong said in his heart: "The old poison asks each other like this, just to win the battle with me. In that case, what's the harm in letting him go?" and said, "Better than you." ”

Ouyang Feng was stunned and shouted, "Don't believe it!" When the two spoke, the siblings continued to compete. Hong Qigong even had several different palm forces, but Ouyang Feng defused them with full strength at the other end, and then he strengthened his feet, but it was difficult for Hong Qigong to retreat half an inch. The two fought each other, and at this time they knew the depth of each other's skills, and they couldn't help but admire each other very much, and at the same time laughed, jumped back a few steps and stood still.

Losing the internal force of the two masters, the pressure on the five ugly bodies on the Tibetan side suddenly lost, and they couldn't help but shake their pretenses, and their bodies were sore and tired, as if they were drunk. The internal force of the five people to these two masters was returned before and after*, and the internal organs and six organs had already suffered extremely severe internal injuries, and the muscles were crisp and soft, and they had become wasted, and even a seven or eight-year-old child could not be defeated at this time. Hong Qigong shouted: "Five traitors, God has the virtue of a good life, after all, you have not reached the limit, anyway, you can't harm people in the future, get out of me." Remember to go back and tell your grandfather, King Jinlun, that he should come to the Central Plains and compete with Lao Zhaohua. ”

Ouyang Feng echoed beside him: "Compete with me." ”

The five ugly people on the Tibetan side agreed repeatedly, staggering, and helped the wolf to go down the peak.