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"Okay, good, I want to see the Kongtong faction's tricks!" King Yin Ye's eyes flashed, his momentum was awe-inspiring, he gently pulled the ribbon on his chest, lifted the white cloak on his body, the white cloak was like a paper kite flying backwards, and a sect member behind him took it with both hands, quite skillful, obviously not a coincidence. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then, he untied the long sword at his waist and handed it back, and another member of the sect stepped forward to catch it with both hands and gently stepped back.

Xiao Yuesheng stopped talking with everyone, looked at it, glanced at it, and shook his head secretly, the result of this battle is obvious, the decline of the Kongtong faction is amazing, but it is emotional.

After all, the Kongtong faction is one of the six major sects, and everyone cheered up and wanted to see the skills of Tang Wenliang and King Yin Ye.

The two approached, both with bare hands, approaching two or three meters, no longer approaching, slowly wandering around in circles, looking for each other's gaps.

Both of them have sagging shoulders, weak and weak, their feet are gentle, like walking on thin ice, shallow and light, steady, extremely cautious, a few steps out, they have shown that their spirit is complete, not comparable to ordinary people.

"Pick up!" Tang Wenliang's figure suddenly became fast, he raised his fist from his waist, and struck out flat, heading straight for King Yin Ye's face.

This punch is simple and unpretentious, without any tricks, and it seems to be able to dodge it at will.

King Yin Ye didn't hide, snorted coldly, exhaled and opened his breath, his feet slowed down, his body stopped, his right hand clenched his fist in his chest, and his left hand stretched out his palm, like a posture of standing on a horse, and slowly greeted him.

Tang Wenliang saw that his frame was going to fight hard, and he was happy, and the internal strength of his body was agitated to his heart's content, and he concentrated on his fist, wanting to win with strength.

After all, he is a lot of old Yin Ye King, although he is old and does not take his muscles and bones as his ability, but his internal force must be much deeper than him, and he can't ask for internal strength.

In the expectant gaze of everyone, a fist and a palm slowly approached.

When they were about to intersect, Yin Yewang's arm suddenly shook, as if throwing a rope, and from his shoulder, a soft force was transmitted along his left arm to his wrist.

With a slight twist of the palm, he used the word "twisting", and his left palm pulled out the fist that was rushing angrily, and his body rushed forward, and his right fist was as fast as a meteor, hitting Tang Wenliang's chest directly.

Someone made a cry of "Huh", as if they were surprised, but they didn't expect this King Yin Ye to play such a trick, and he was quite a martial artist.

Tang Wenliang was not a straw bag, his body involuntarily rushed forward, so he took advantage of the situation to take out his left fist, spun and hit, and collided with Yin Yewang's punch.

With a "bang", the two of them shook together and each took half a step back.

Tang Wenliang's face flushed, and he was quickly suppressed, and King Yin Ye exhaled and laughed: "Happy, happy!"

He took a step forward, turned his fist into a claw, his shape was like an eagle, and he held Tang Wen's eyes brightly, extremely fast, like a goshawk swooping down, the momentum was fierce, quite terrifying.

The people watching the battle around couldn't help but be surprised, they didn't expect that there was such a set of claw techniques, but they had never seen it before, and it seemed to be created exclusively.

Tang Wenliang faced each other with fists, and the two punched and clawed, fighting happily.

The Seven Injuries Fist Method, the power is extraordinary, Yin Ye Wang has a great understanding of this, only to feel that the opponent's fist touches, and the internal force that surging over is incomparably mixed, or yin or yang, or sinking or falling, or virtual or real, varied, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Fortunately, Tang Wenliang's internal force is not strong enough, although it is varied, it is difficult to shake his solid internal force, but it feels difficult to deal with.

"The Seven Wounds Fist really deserves its reputation!" He Taichong stroked his hair and smiled, and said to Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan faction.

Xian Yutong nodded, just looking at the strength of Tang Wenliang's punches, light or heavy, rigid and soft, you can see that it is extraordinary, and if you step forward, it will be difficult to win.

Song Yuanqiao turned to Xiao Yuesheng and asked with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, how is Master Tang's boxing technique?"

Xiao Yuesheng stroked his black mustache, shook his head, and smiled without answering.

"Could it be that Xiao Shaoxia's magic skills are amazing, and he doesn't put Senior Tang in his eyes?" a clear voice suddenly asked, with a gradual sourness in his tone.

The provocative meaning of this sentence was too obvious, and everyone turned their heads, but they saw Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, his eyes were blazing, and he stared at Xiao Yuesheng coldly.

Song Yuanqiao frowned, glanced at his son, and vaguely knew his hostility towards Mr. Xiao, but he didn't expect that he would be so unwise to say this to his face.

Song Qingshu is also quite resourceful, but at this time, he is already obsessed with love, occupied by jealousy and anger, and his actions are not in line with ordinary behavior.

The rest of Wudang were stunned, and they were also surprised, Yu Lianzhou's face had sunk, he had always been cold and strict, and he was extremely strict with his disciples, but among several people, he was the person Song Qingshu was most afraid of.

He Taichong stroked his hair and smiled, and Ban Shuxian's old face also showed a faint smile, if Xiao Yuesheng and the Wudang faction could turn against each other, it would be the best.

"Why did Song Shaoxia say this?" Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and asked with a faint smile, his expression was as usual, even Li Ruoyun and the others couldn't notice any unusual expression on his face.

"I heard that Xiao Shaoxia's amazing skills are amazing, and he has never had the opportunity to see it, so if he doesn't try it out with Yin Lao'er of the Heavenly Eagle Sect next time, it will also open the kid's eyes!" Song Qingshu's handsome face squeezed out a smile, extremely reluctantly, making others sad.

Xiao Yuesheng stroked the black mustache, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Hehe...... , There are all the masters here, which is my turn to get the axe, but Song Shaoxia is young, and his skills have been passed on by Wudang, if the time comes, the blue is better than the blue, hehe,...... I have to congratulate Song Daxia first!"

In the last sentence, he turned his head and smiled at Song Yuanqiao.

"Mr. Xiao has won the award!" Song Yuanqiao hurriedly shook his head, said with a smile, glanced at Song Qingshu, and sent a look of reproach and restraint.

It's just that Song Qingshu was fascinated by love and hot-headed, and he didn't see his father's eyes, because he kept staring at Xiao Yuesheng's face.

Song Qing's bibliography was teasing, and he sneered: "Oh...... , that's the same, it's better to hide the ugliness now, I'm ashamed, but I don't have this cleverness!"

"Qingshu!" Yu Daiyan didn't like it in his heart, he felt that his nephew's words were a bit excessive, and he felt quite harsh, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and scolded him.

"Qingshu, you go and see the injuries of the senior brothers and disciples first. Yin Liting patted Song Qingshu's shoulder and said softly.

He knew what it was, and he also knew a little about Song Qingshu's mood, although he felt that his feelings were pitiful, but it was really inappropriate to speak like this.

Seeing that his father and several uncles were protecting Xiao Yuesheng, Song Qingshu hated even more in his heart, his face became ugly, and his eyes were blazing, like two burning torches.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head secretly, this Song Qingshu is really disappointing, but how to deal with him is a difficult problem, for the sake of Song Yuanqiao and Wudang's face, he can't kill them all, but if he is indulged, he will definitely get worse, this person is not an open-minded person.

Li Ruoyun glanced at Song Qingshu lightly, his eyes were clear, which made him feel like he had been poured a basin of cold water, and his mind suddenly cleared up a little.

"Song Shaoxia, if you want to see the martial arts of the senior brother, why don't we have a discussion, the little girl's martial arts are taught by the senior brother on behalf of the teacher. A coquettish laugh sounded, but it was Lin Xiaoqing wearing snow-white tulle, smiling smartly, just her voice had the ability to seduce the soul.

She is exquisite, handles the relationship between people, and is at ease, seeing that Song Qingshu is actually looking for trouble with her senior brother, she is angry, but she is not strong, and she has the idea of slowly humiliating him, so she doesn't care if she is martial or not.

Song Qingshu turned his head to look at her, his eyes were stunned, his eyes flashed with fascination, and he was surprised by Lin Xiaoqing's graceful style.

He had been concerned about Zhou Zhiruo just now, and he couldn't see other women in his eyes, but when he saw it at this time, he suddenly felt his heart pounding.

Yu Lianzhou couldn't stand it a little, his face was gloomy, his hand was raised to his mouth, and he coughed lightly, which was quite clear, and woke up Song Qingshu.

"Song Shaoxia, don't you look down on our women?" Lin Xiaoqing laughed, as if it was a joke.

"The girl is serious, I have no such thoughts in the next place!" Song Qingshu shook his head busily, and then realized that he was a little out of shape, and said busily: "It's just that men and women are different after all, if they are competing, they will inevitably win." ”

Xiao Yuesheng sighed helplessly, glanced at Song Yuanqiao and Wudang Zhuxia, shook his head and said, "Senior sister, retreat for the time being." ”

Lin Xiaoqing suddenly smiled, took a step, retreated behind him, and stopped talking, but secretly glanced at Song Qingshu, and the depression in her heart was suppressed.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyes were warm, lightly shrouded Song Qingshu, and said gently: "Since Song Shaoxia wants to see the martial arts below, if he blindly shirks it, it seems that he is not close to courtesy, okay, then ask Song Shaoxia to teach him a few tricks!"

Song Qingshu hurriedly shook his head: "Under the low martial arts, Xiao Shaoxia's magic skills can't be revealed, so it's better to have a competition with Yin Lao'er." ”

"Sect Master Yin has his own Song Daxia to deal with, don't bother with it, but we are close in age, so we should get close. Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said with a smile.

After that, he didn't allow Song Qingshu to speak again, took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and the void was taken and introduced.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt that his body was tight, as if he was tied by an invisible rope, unable to move, his body seemed to be standing on the glacier, moving forward flatly, his feet were half a foot off the ground, and the void slid to Xiao Yuesheng.

This skill alone amazed everyone around them, and they thought that such a deep internal force was far from it.

Although Xiao Yuesheng can take care of Song Yuanqiao's face, he is not a person who can swallow his anger, and if he doesn't give him a little bit of power, he is afraid that he still doesn't know that Ma Wangye has three eyes!

(To be continued)