What the old urchin made was a kind of mastery that he had inadvertently figured out over the years, and his hands were fighting with each other.

This two-handed fighting technique, although it can't double people's skills, can take a big advantage in tricks.

The old naughty's skill is naturally inferior to Huang Yaoshi, but the gap is not very big, plus the skill of fighting with both hands, it is equivalent to two old naughty boys shooting together, in this case, the slight gap between the two is enough to make up.

It is precisely in this way that Huang Yaoshi naturally fell behind under the stroke of the old naughty boy.

Huang Yaoshi was an old naughty boy is joking, but he didn't expect that under the hand, he would fall behind, this old naughty boy made all the way to martial arts with both hands, and under the merger of the two, he was a little overwhelmed, although he was not completely defeated, but it was not easy to turn the situation back.

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng are also masters of the Grandmaster, with unique eyesight, and at this time, seeing that the old naughty boy actually forced Huang Yaoshi to the upper hand, they couldn't help but be shocked when they took a closer look at the martial arts he used.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

After dozens of moves, Huang Yaoshi floated and retreated, no longer moving.

"Berton, your kung fu is really good, this one is considered Huang lost, from now on, my Peach Blossom Island is free for you to come and go. ”

With a sigh, Huang Yaoshi also let go, he is not a person who can't afford to lose.

"Haha, Huang Laoxi, this is what you said, I have lived on this Peach Blossom Island for more than ten years, and I can finally leave, you have trapped me for more than ten years, and I also defeated you just now, and our grievances are cleared. ”

The old naughty boy shouted excitedly, he had been trapped on the island for more than ten years, and once he could leave, no one could be in a calm mood.

As soon as he calmed down, the old naughty boy happened to see Huang Rong and Guo Jing standing beside Hong Qigong holding hands, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over in a few steps.

"Haha, Brother Guo, is this your little daughter-in-law? It turned out to be Huang Laoxi's daughter, alas, alas, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, what's the good thing about finding a woman, it's still fun to practice martial arts." ”

The old urchin patted Guo Jing's shoulder and smiled.

Huang Rong's face was gloomy and she glared at him fiercely.

"Brother Zhou, don't talk nonsense. ”

"Alas, Brother Guo, you don't know, this woman, you must not touch, once you get it, it will be very bad, and you can't practice a lot of kung fu. ”

Zhou Botong chattered, which was very speechless.

"Okay, Huang Laoxi, the old urchin won't stay on your island anymore, you quickly find a boat, I'm leaving." ”

Zhou Botong rolled his eyes, and glanced at Hong Qigong again, "Old Hua, do you have anything else?"

"Don't worry, Rong'er and Jing'er's marriage has just been confirmed, let's not leave today, let's have a good meal first. ”

Hong Qigong was salivating, he was not in a hurry to leave, he was still looking forward to Huang Rong's meal.

"Okay, then let's leave early tomorrow morning, old poison, can you go?"

"The old man and Brother Yao haven't seen each other for many years, but they are going to be here for a while. ”

Ouyang Feng looked indifferent, he was in a really bad mood now, first the courtship was not completed, and then the Nine Yin True Scripture that Guo Jing was carrying, and the old naughty boy's martial arts advancement, all of them were not good things for him, where could he be happy.

As for staying on Peach Blossom Island, it was also for Huang Yaoshi's Qimen formation.

Before recruiting relatives, there are words first, whether it is Guo Jing or Ouyang Ke, the winner will naturally become the son-in-law of Peach Blossom Island, and if he loses, he will not return empty-handed, and Huang Yaoshi can also teach the Qimen formation.

Huang Yaoshi has learned so extensively, not to mention the world's best martial arts, even all kinds of miscellaneous studies are not trivial, today's courtship, Ouyang Feng's uncle and nephew are defeated, and they may get Huang Yaoshi's magic number formation learning, which is also a big gain, how can Ouyang Feng let go of such benefits.

When the group returned to the island, it was not early, and after everyone ate a meal of delicious food, they stayed separately under the arrangement of Huang Yaoshi.

In the middle of the night, Taiyuan sat cross-legged in the room, breathing and breathing, breathing deeply, carrying the qi in his body, constantly refining the internal organs, and a trace of pure energy continued to wash back and forth in the internal organs, and many impurities were also discharged from the body with his breathing and vomiting.

The cultivation of the realm of congenital fetal breath is subtle and delicate, and there is no room for the slightest sloppiness, and the viscera is weak, but it is no better than the skin and muscles, and if you are not careful, you will be injured, so even if Taiyuan has already had an experience, he still does not dare to be careless, and every time he spits and swallows, he is cautious.

The strong spiritual power controls the true qi in the body to flow slowly, refining the internal organs bit by bit, and under the meditation, all the changes in the body are perceived.

Just as Taiyuan was getting better, he suddenly heard an unusual sound of wind blowing outside.

Just the slightest movement woke him up from the emptiness of his mind.

With a frown, he sensed a majestic and strange aura outside the house in a flash.

"This breath, it should be Ouyang Feng, what is this person going to do in the middle of the night?"

Doubtful, Taiyuan was a little dissatisfied, the cultivation of the congenital fetal breath realm must not be negligent, now that there is movement, he can no longer practice without distraction, in case something happens, I am afraid that he will mess up his own breath.

The body floated out of the door, and sure enough, under the dark night, a white-clothed figure quietly walked towards a house.

Just by looking at it, Taiyuan knew that his guess was absolutely wrong, and that sneaky person was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.

And the direction he went to was Guo Jing's room.

As soon as his mind moved, Taiyuan didn't know what this person was thinking, obviously he was going for the Nine Yin True Scripture.

In that endorsement competition during the day, although Huang Yaoshi interrupted Guo Jing's recitation, the scriptures he memorized had exceeded the content recorded on the fragments of the book, Ouyang Feng was so smart, he immediately understood that Guo Jing had a complete Nine Yin True Scripture, so he began to be tempted.

In the dead of night, he restrained his breath, carefully avoided the induction of Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi and others, and dived all the way towards Guo Jing's room, in order to take Guo Jing down directly and get the scriptures of the Nine Yin True Scripture from his mouth.

Since he guessed Ouyang Feng's intentions, Taiyuan also quietly followed, with his congenital fetal breath realm at this time, he converged the pores around his body, turned to internal breathing, and followed behind Ouyang Feng, which can be described as unpredictable.

Sure enough, even if Ouyang Feng was extremely careful, Taiyuan's martial arts were one level higher than him, so it was naturally difficult to find out that he was already following someone behind him.

As Taiyuan guessed, Ouyang Feng couldn't hold back anymore since he found out that Guo Jing was carrying the Nine Yin True Scripture, and his body floated in the dark night like a ghost, and it didn't take long for him to reach the window of Guo Jing's room.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw Guo Jing sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating on internal strength, and his heart was happy.

Just because of this internal cultivation, unless it has reached the point of divine understanding, it must be devoted wholeheartedly and without distractions, with Guo Jing's current cultivation, naturally it has not yet reached the realm of that kind of whim, so Ouyang Feng secretly screamed in his heart God help me.

He walked to the door, secretly swallowed, the door opened quietly, and after entering the room, without hesitation, his body was as fast as lightning, and he pointed to Guo Jing.

With Ouyang Feng's skill, he pointed with all his strength, even if Guo Jing was on guard, it would be difficult to resist, not to mention that he was cultivating his internal strength at this time, so it was naturally difficult to detect.

It wasn't until a wisp of cold wind appeared in his chest that Guo Jing woke up, his eyes opened, his face was shocked, and he saw a white-clothed figure, killing like a ghost, and a powerful finger had reached a distance of three inches in front of him.

Only then did he react, Guo Jing's heart was gloomy, he knew that no matter how he struggled, if he wanted to block this finger, it would be impossible.

Ouyang Feng was secretly happy in his heart, knowing that his plan was going to succeed immediately, as long as Guo Jing was restrained, with his means, the scriptures of the Nine Yin True Scripture were naturally at his fingertips, and decades of anticipation were just around the corner, even with Grandmaster Ouyang Feng's state of mind, it was difficult to hold on, and his breathing became slightly short.

At the moment when Ouyang Feng was ecstatic and Guo Jing was desperate, there was a soft snort, and a cold light suddenly appeared in the room.

Taiyuan made a move, he followed Ouyang Feng all the way, how could he succeed, at the most critical moment, holding a long sword, a sword stabbed out, as fast as thunder, and the sword light was cold.

The sword qi was cold, and the sword came out, and the sword was terrifyingly fast, and it was behind Ouyang Feng in the blink of an eye.

Like a peerless assassin, the most brilliant thorn in the night.

Ouyang Feng suddenly felt frightened, his heart was pounding, and he could hear it clearly under the silent night.

"It's not good!" shouted that it was not good, Ouyang Feng's strong innate true qi urged violently, he knew that today had reached the point of life and death, and if it was not good, he would probably die on the spot.

As for the finger that was pointed out, he was taken back by him at the first time, and he knew very well that his finger could certainly subdue Guo Jing, but the terrifying sword light behind him was enough to pierce his chest and back, and the consequences were very tragic.

Between the Nine Yin True Scripture and his own life, Ouyang Feng was very decisive and chose his life without hesitation.

No matter who chooses this, although the Divine Skill Book is precious, it is still not worth mentioning compared to his own life.

With a muffled snort, Ouyang Feng forcibly used his skills, and his body moved a distance of three inches out of thin air.

Even so, for the terrible sword in the back, he still didn't completely dodge.

With a snort, the sound of gold and iron entering the flesh sounded, and a deep wound was cut on Ouyang Feng's arm, blood gurgled and flowed, and the sharp sword qi raged in the meridians of his arm.

One move, just one move, one of Ouyang Feng's arms can be considered temporarily invalid.

Why is Taiyuan's swordsmanship cultivation so terrifying, he restrained his breath, it can almost be regarded as a sneak attack, where can he return in vain.

If Ouyang Feng didn't leave something behind, how could he take his sword.

Under the sword, Taiyuan did not continue to attack, he is also a generation of grandmasters, the sword just now was purely to prevent Ouyang Feng from making a move on Guo Jing, since Ouyang Feng was injured at this time, there was no need to rush to attack.

"Mr. Ouyang, you are really so interested, have you done such a thing after a long night?"

An indifferent voice sounded in the room, Ouyang Feng turned around, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he saw the young Taoist at a glance.