Emei Mountain has a good scenery, clouds and mist, birds and warblers cry, these people are busy with the affairs of the sect on weekdays, where there has been a time of relaxation, today is just to take this opportunity to relax, one by one with friends, a glance at the beautiful scenery of Emei, time flies. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In just half a day, many people were added to the top of Emei one after another, all of whom came from afar, and the Emei disciples were very busy.

Yang Feng was chatting with a few friends he had just met, when he suddenly heard a person shouting not far behind him, "Master, Master, it was that kid who insulted me more than ten days ago!"

As soon as the three words were shouted, everyone nearby looked at them, thinking that the Quanzhen Sect used to be a first-class force in the rivers and lakes, but now although it is declining, it is not something that anyone can provoke, and I don't know which master is so courageous!

Yang Feng was a little familiar when he heard this voice, and turned his head to see that it was Liu Yunqing and the others who he met in the Drunken Immortal Building more than ten days ago, at this time, he seemed to be able to feel his anger and grievances from afar, and suddenly felt a little funny in his heart.

"What's the matter, the little one is not good, and the old one is coming?" Yang Feng teased, looking at Li Zhichang and other Quanzhen Sect disciples who looked over here with a hippie smile, Liu Yunqing opened his mouth to say something, but was glared at by Li Zhichang fiercely, and then bowed his head and said nothing. Then Li Zhichang frowned and glanced at Yang Feng a few times, without saying a word, and calmly led the disciples behind him to the main hall of the Emei faction, which should have seen Guo Xiang.

Only then did the others react, the person who had been making trouble for the Quanzhen Sect for a long time was actually Yang Feng, and it was really a master of the arts, everyone looked at me meaningfully, I looked at you, smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that if the Quanzhen Sect refused to give up, there would be trouble in the future.

Yang Feng is also a generous person, and he has never affected his mood because of this, not to mention that he didn't take the Quanzhen Sect in his heart, and after Li Zhichang walked away, he sneered, and then talked with the people next to him, full of interest.

At night, many martial arts heroes have set up tents in the forest to spend the night, everyone is used to walking the rivers and lakes, not to mention that the Emei disciples are all women, and no one complains, only to see thousands of lights on the top of the huge Emei Mountain, the night sky is full of stars, how many such beautiful nights can there be in this war-torn year?

Yang Feng had a happy life in this place for the past two days, and he still felt unfinished at night, lying on the ground, and didn't fall asleep after most of the night.

At this time, everything is quiet, the bright moon is in the sky, and occasionally there is a faint snoring sound, most of which is caused by the fatigue of other people's long journeys, Yang Feng is thinking about what kind of big scene tomorrow's opening ceremony is, the more he thinks about it, the more excited he is, and he has no sleepiness.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting in the distance, and quickly turned over and walked out of the tent. It turned out to be the sound coming from the Emei side hall, dozens of torches were shaking, and there were more and more people, something should have happened!

Yang Feng's curiosity was aroused, his feet were a little on tiptoe, and he started his light work to go towards the light, and before he got closer, he heard someone shouting from a distance; "The head is injured!" Yang Feng's heart tightened, where was there still half a minute of hesitation, the speed under his feet was a little faster, and the white figure flashed by.

When they got closer, they separated the crowd, and at this time, the colorless Zen master of Shaolin, Zhang Zhenren of Wudang, Zhou Kun of the beggar gang and the elder of Chuangong had already rushed over, only to see Guo Xiang sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face was pale, there was a trace of blood between the corners of his mouth, and the injury was not light.

The people around each said something, and no one knew what was going on, Yang Feng was a little anxious, and he couldn't do anything for a while, but he just scolded the person who made the move.

After about half an hour, Guo Xiang's face gradually turned from pale to ruddy, and his breathing slowly stabilized, before he opened his eyes, stood up with the support of his disciples, and thanked the colorless Zen master, and then explained to everyone;

"The thief is coming for the Heavenly Sword, if I hadn't been practicing and meditating, I'm afraid he would have succeeded! It's just that I don't know what sect that person is, I can't see his one-and-a-half moves, the thief's martial arts are so weird, every one of my killing moves was avoided by him, obviously attacking his vital point, but involuntarily biased to other places, making people unable to guard against it, I almost suffered a big loss."

Guo Xiang's words were amazing, and the people present were puzzled, they all knew that Guo Xiang was born from a martial arts family, which kung fu is not a peerless martial arts master, and she is now a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and the person who can hurt her is a peerless master who can not be a reclusive master? But since she is a recluse, it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing that is despisable for a sword.

Just as everyone was talking and speculating, the elder of the Beggar Gang suddenly said, "Isn't it a member of the Demon Sect who has been making waves on the rivers and lakes recently, I heard the disciples of the gang say a few months ago that those people are acting strangely and violating the justice of the rivers and lakes. ”

"Oh! Elder Zhou is talking about the Ming Sect that has appeared on the rivers and lakes in the past few years?" the colorless Zen master raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Exactly!"

"Amitabha, Lao Gu has also heard that at the beginning of spring last year, a middle-aged man surnamed Yi went to my Shaolin Temple, claiming to be the thirty-second generation leader of Mingjiao, and wanted to discuss with Lao Gao. At that time, I thought, you and I have never lived in life, why fight for no reason, so I politely refused at the moment. The colorless Zen master said, as if halfway through his words, he wanted to stop talking, and seeing that everyone was looking at him, he hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"That's it, the next thing is a little embarrassing, today is a big deal, the old man's face can be worth a few cents? It doesn't hurt to say it, and then the man surnamed Yi saw that I should not fight, so he wanted to break into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of my temple, and in desperation, the old man had to fight, but who knew that there were only more than 100 moves, and the old man lost a defeat, and then the man surnamed Yi laughed three times and went out of the Shaolin Temple, but there were no other incidents, but when he made a move, it was not as weird as Guo Zhangmen said. ”

After the colorless Zen master finished speaking, he shook his head again and again, still with shame on his face. The heroes were shocked by each other, you must know that the colorless Zen master is the first seat of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple, specializing in fighting and fighting, and he is the top figure of the first-class master in the rivers and lakes.

But now, the colorless Zen master has actually admitted that his skills are inferior to others, how can they not be shocked or afraid? To surpass the first seat of the Dharma Hall of the Shaolin Temple in more than 100 moves, his martial arts are so amazing that he may have already been able to enter the list of grandmasters.

"How can this be, when the other party is middle-aged, is it possible that he has such a profound martial arts?" a young Emei sect disciple wondered, and the colorless Zen master smiled bitterly. Qunxiong secretly said that this girl is young and unreasonable, don't you ask this to suspect that the Shaolin monk is lying? But everyone sees that she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it is not easy to accuse.

Tomorrow, according to the rules of the martial arts, I will still accept the challenge of the five masters, and if I suffer this misfortune tonight, I am afraid that I will not be able to catch it tomorrow and lose the prestige of the Emei faction. Guo Xiang coughed lightly a few times and said with a sad face.

"The old man has a plan, but he doesn't know if he should talk about it?"

"Seniors, but it doesn't hurt to say. ”

The colorless Zen master glanced at Yang Feng twice, then looked at Guo Xiang again, and said slowly, "The opening ceremony of the Emei faction is bound to be held tomorrow, so those five competitions must be carried out, otherwise the rivers and lakes will also say that your Emei faction is afraid of the masters of the martial arts, since the head of Guo is injured and cannot fight, you can find someone to fight on your behalf." ”

"This, you are all characters with sects and factions, what kind of system will you fight for the Emei faction on my behalf? But the foundation of my Emei faction is not stable, and the disciples' martial arts are still weak, where can anyone replace me?" Guo Xiang said thoughtfully.

"Master Guo, according to Lao Wei. Yang Xian's nephew is a suitable candidate, firstly, his martial arts are amazing, his reputation in Zhongnanshan is not obvious, and there are not many people who recognize him in the rivers and lakes; secondly, he has a deep relationship with your Guo family, and it may not be inappropriate to fight on your behalf. The colorless Zen master said.

"This?" Guo Xiang was silent, and suddenly thought of his sixteenth birthday as a girl, Yang Guo celebrated his birthday in Xiangyang City, but he made himself a lot of limelight, and secretly said that it was better to let Yang Feng fight on his behalf tomorrow, and also let him have a long face in front of the heroes of the world, which can be regarded as a favor for the eldest brother back then.

"Feng'er, what do you think?" asked Guo Xiang.

"Of course I'm willing to share my little aunt's worries. Yang Feng replied abruptly, and the others whispered, but this was a matter of the Emei faction, and they didn't have much to say.

After a few people finished discussing, they dismissed everyone, after such a fuss, everyone was exhausted and drowsy, at this time there were still five or six hours before dawn, Yang Feng and the others went back to rest.