Yang Feng took out a few ingots of silver, asked the shopkeeper to buy a good horse for him, asked the general direction from Shaanxi to Sichuan, and led the horse on the road. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shaanxi is mountainous, the traffic is extremely inconvenient, so the Mongolian army did not regard it as a military priority, so Shaanxi is much better than other places, although it was invaded by the war, Yang Feng did not encounter any trouble along the way.

Suddenly, Yang Feng asked while walking, and unconsciously crossed the border of Shaanxi, not far from Mount Emei, and there were about three or four days of trip, just in time for the opening ceremony of the Emei faction.

At noon on this day, Yang Feng rode a horse and walked leisurely to the eastern Sichuan region, and when he passed through a village, he suddenly saw a group of Mongolian soldiers in front of him slaughtering them. Where had Yang Feng seen such a scene, he couldn't bear it in his heart, jumped lightly, put his toes on horseback, and ran towards the Mongolian army.

A fierce figure suddenly appeared in front of him, dressed in sackcloth, with a green bamboo cane pinned to his back, and the person was about twenty years old, and he was quiet.

Yang Feng was shocked, for fear that he would also be poisoned by the Mongolian Tartars, so he had enough internal strength at the moment, and he ran more urgently, hoping that he could be a moment earlier.

The quiet young man turned around and looked at the thirty or forty Mongolian soldiers in front of him, not flustered, and shouted loudly as if the sky was falling apart, deafening. The young man's palms churned and changed, one palm after another, and it was extremely powerful, as if there were bursts of dragon groans, mighty!

The Mongolian soldiers led by them planted their men and horses on the spot, without saying a word, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. At this time, Yang Feng had also arrived in front of the Mongolian soldiers, and he was secretly relieved to see that the young man had killed several Mongolian soldiers.

The remaining dozens of Mongolian Tatars were furious when they saw that several of them had died in a Han boy, shouting and raising their long knives to greet the two.

Yang Feng no longer hesitated at the moment, strode to the young man's side, and the two stood side by side. The young man next to him said softly, looked at Yang Feng in surprise, and was about to ask, when the Mongolian soldiers had rushed up, and the situation was urgent.

Yang Feng nodded, signaling to go up together, but the two palms were not idle, the left palm dragged mud and water, the right palm was at the end of the road, one palm after another, endlessly, the sound of stormy waves was amazing, and the power of Yang Guo's self-created seventeen road ecstasy palm was vividly exerted.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and after he was ten years old, he practiced on the cold jade bed, and learned the two major martial arts of the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Toad Gong, and the practice secrets of the ancestor of the ancient tomb sect are all superior exercises for practicing internal strength. In this way, although Yang Feng is only in his early twenties, his internal strength has surpassed that of most masters in today's martial arts.

Yang Feng's internal strength is strong, these Mongolian Tartars are just relying on some brute strength, how can they withstand the power of the Gloomy Ecstasy Palm, and they fell down in an uproar.

On the other side, the young man in sackcloth was not inferior, his palms were flat, each palm looked extremely ordinary, but the power was extraordinary, there seemed to be the sound of a dragon's groan, and where the palm technique passed, someone fell. In a short time, thirty or forty Mongol soldiers were beaten on their backs.

Looking at the miserable scene in front of him, Yang Feng suddenly felt a little disgusted, and his heart was a little depressed.

"Brother is so handsome kung fu!" the young man in Mai praised heartily with his fists, and was greatly surprised in his heart, the young man in white in front of him looked a few years younger than himself, but his kung fu was only higher than himself, which was amazing.

"Let Brother Tai see you smile, in Xia Yang Feng, Brother Tai's surname is a big name?" Yang Feng asked with a smile, and his expression returned to his old appearance.

"In next Zhou Kun, the leader of the beggar gang! It is really an honor to be able to fight side by side with Brother Yang today. Zhou Kun said.

It turned out that the beggar gang was also invited, but Zhou Kun was not with the elders in the gang, he was young and willful, of course he was unwilling to go with those older elders, but he set off first, and unexpectedly encountered the scene just now, so he made a move.

Yang Feng was already wondering why Zhou Kun had a bamboo cane pinned to his back, but after listening to Zhou Kun's explanation, he immediately realized that the bamboo cane with a whole body was the dog beating stick that his father had said.

The two of them made a move just now, and they both knew that each other's kung fu was good, and they were also masculine teenagers, so they couldn't help but feel sorry for each other, and Zhou Kun even suggested that they might as well go together. Yang Feng also felt that a person was really bored these days, and thought that it would be better to go to the Emei faction with him, and when the time came, he would gladly allow it.

Although Zhou Kun had no horses, fortunately, the mounts of the Mongolian soldiers were not all killed by the two of them, so he immediately led a horse, turned over, and the two of them disappeared at the entrance of the village on horseback.

This time, at the opening ceremony of the Emei faction, five heads of the sect will be selected on the rivers and lakes to compete with Guo Nuxia! This is the rule in the martial arts, otherwise Guo Nuxia will be boring as the head of the sect, and the others will not accept it!"

Yang Feng said "Oh!", thinking that Guo Xiang was born in a martial arts family, and his father and grandfather were both great masters of a generation, so her martial arts must be enough to enter the ranks of first-class masters.

However, Zhou Kun's following words made him more interested.

"It is said that the Condor Hero had a Xuantie heavy sword, and later gave it to Guo Jing Guo Daxia in Xiangyang City, a month before the city of Xiangyang was broken, Guo Daxia and his wife put the Xuantie heavy sword into the furnace, casting two great divine weapons on the rivers and lakes, Huang Rong and Huang Heroine named it Yitian Sword and Dragon Slayer. ”

Zhou Kun continued, "The Yitian Sword is in the hands of Guo Xiang and Guo Nuxia, but the Dragon Slayer is missing because Guo Poyu died in battle. ”

The so-called sword is given to heroes, and heroes are matched with beauties. Walking the heroes of the rivers and lakes, who doesn't want to have a weapon at hand, although the highest level of martial arts can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves, but how many people can reach the point of being so superb, more people are still eager to have a magic weapon.

Therefore, this time the opening ceremony of the Emei faction, many martial arts heroes came to participate, some were aimed at the late Guo Daxia, and some were just for the Heavenly Sword, as for the others, they were just joining in the fun.

Sichuan has had the reputation of "the land of abundance!" If it had not been for the danger of Shushan, the iron hooves of the Mongol army would have leveled this rich country long ago! Despite this, the flames of war still spread here, and most of the local officials were incompetent, making the people's livelihood difficult.

Yang Feng has not had a talking partner in the ancient tomb for ten years, and that Zhou Kun is the leader of the beggar gang, who has seen a lot of knowledge in the north and south, and has endless new wonders, Yang Feng listened to it with fascination, and the time of three or four days was like a white horse passing by, fleeting.

In the evening, the sun will sink and the light moon will gradually rise. The two came to the foot of Mount Emei, and although there were still two or three days to leave the Zong Dadian, the martial arts in the distance were delayed on the road to prevent them from leaving in advance.

Therefore, there are still some people who come and go at the foot of the mountain, and after they report the name of their sect, they will be received and accommodated.

The previous leader of the beggar gang was originally Yeluqi, but later the people in the beggar gang asked to change the gang leader on the grounds that Yeluqi was not a Han Chinese, and Yelu Chu was re-appointed, and Yeluqi naturally couldn't sit firmly in the position of the gang leader. In order to prevent the beggar gang from splitting and repeating the mistakes of the Pure Clothes Sect and the Dirty Clothes Sect back then, Huang Rong had to choose a highly talented disciple of the gang and personally passed on the dog-beating stick method, and Guo Jing taught the eighteen palms of the dragon descending.

According to seniority, Zhou Kun should also call Guo Xiang "Senior Sister!" However, Yang Feng was one generation lower than Zhou Kun, but at this time, the two did not know the many twists and turns, and they were still called brothers.

The disciples of the Emei sect are all women, so no matter who comes from all over the country, they are all arranged at the foot of the mountain, and they can only go to the top of the mountain on the day of the opening ceremony.

Yang Feng has been running around for many days, but he is also a little tired, and when he is properly arranged, he hastily eats some fast, and then falls asleep, thinking that he will go to see that Guo Xiang tomorrow no matter what, and see what the little Dongevil that his father said is like.