On the side, Ouyang Feng's eyes flickered, and from Zhao Lang's dancing palm at this time, he seemed to see a familiar figure, this figure seemed to be a person who occupied a great deal of weight in his dusty memory.

His instinct told him that fighting this technique would help him recover his long-forgotten memories.

"What a good palm technique, come, son, accompany your father to compete!" Saying that, Ouyang Feng didn't wait for Zhao Lang to refuse, and ran towards Zhao Lang, and attacked Zhao Lang straight with a move of the Snow Mountain Divine Camel Palm.

"It's a good time!" Zhao Lang was at this time, and the power of the Yaoyou palm technique was greatly increased, and it was when he was in high spirits, in the face of Ouyang Feng's attack, he did not refuse, and greeted him unto be outdone.

Bang bang!!

The palms are opposite, and the two palms are in conflict, and for a moment and a half, there is no winner or loser.

Zhao Langsheng is exquisite, with Ling Bo's micro steps, and the power of the Getaway palm has soared to the extreme, almost comparable to the peerless palm technique, while Ouyang Fengsheng is experienced, decades of chasing the first in the world, and constant fighting, has already turned the battle into his instinct, even if the snow mountain god camel palm in his hand is not the most exquisite martial arts, it still bursts out with extremely powerful power in his hands.

In a certain way, Ouyang Feng's talent in martial arts surpasses that of Hong Qigong. At this time, Ouyang Feng and Zhao Lang fought against each other, which was also the reason why his subordinates were merciful and only used skills that were not much different from Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang felt the pressure, this was the first time he had fought with a master of the five absolute levels, although Ouyang Feng hadn't even used up three percent of his strength, but Zhao Lang still felt extremely hearty, no matter how powerful the attack he sent, Ouyang Feng could block it with weight, no matter how unpredictable Zhao Lang's Ling Bo microstep was, Ouyang Feng could block Zhao Lang.

This is the five peerless masters, completely above the other martial artists in this world, in a way, they already mean the limit of this era, no matter which aspect, they are far superior to other martial artists, they are invulnerable.

"Uncle, be careful!" I knew in my heart that with Ouyang Feng's strength, even if I went all out, it would be difficult to hurt a single hair of him, Zhao Lang fortunately let go of the fight, Ling Bo Weibu and Xiaoyou palm almost perfectly coordinated, and the footwork palm was like a pervasive rain, enveloping every space where Ouyang Feng was.

Zhao Lang's palms always appear in impossible places, and the moves are unexpected, as if they are ghosts, but their postures are as beautiful as those of immortals, which is the characteristic of the Carefree School.

However, no matter how strong Zhao Lang's offensive is, Ouyang Feng can do it to block the water and cover the earth, he is completely above Zhao Lang in terms of experience, Zhao Lang's palm appears in a tricky and even obscene place, Ouyang Feng's Snow Mountain Divine Camel Palm and Spirit Snake Fist can come first, blocking in front of Zhao Lang's palm and protecting himself.

Under Ouyang Feng's strong sparring, Zhao Lang became more and more proficient in this new martial arts "Joyful Lingbo Palm", which was formed by combining the Joyful Wandering Palm and Ling Bo's micro-step, and even in the back, Ouyang Feng had to use the internal force and speed that surpassed the second-rate master in order to block Zhao Lang's attack.

Zhao Lang indulged in the joy of the rapid improvement of his palm, but he didn't notice that under his repeated attacks, the light in Ouyang Feng's eyes slowly became a little strange.

Finally, a trace of madness appeared in Ouyang Feng's eyes, and soon, this trace of madness was magnified.

"What is this! This is the ?!! of the Leisurely Wandering Palm Technique" Ouyang Feng seemed to think of something, his hair flew wildly, and his palms opened suddenly, far beyond the second-rate, and even far beyond the first-class aura burst out.

Zhao Lang's face changed drastically, however, at this time, it was too late to close his palms, Ouyang Feng's palms had already tightly clasped Zhao Lang's wrists, a pair of tiger eyes were red, and he stared at Zhao Lang deadly: "What kind of martial arts is this? Why do I have an impression of this palm technique, the free travel palm technique? Whose palm is this? What does he have to do with me?"

"Who am I, and who are you?" Ouyang Feng stared at Zhao Lang deadly, the madness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Zhao Lang secretly complained in his heart, he forgot, this free-spirited palm is Hong Qigong's signature martial arts, and even the first time Huashan discussed the sword, Hong Qigong descended the dragon before it was completed, this free-spirited palm method is his trick at the bottom of the box, the first time Huashan on the sword fought for seven days and seven nights, how could Ouyang Feng not be familiar with this palm?

At this time, this change was obviously the Joyful Wandering Palm Technique that hooked Ouyang Feng's memory and made him go crazy again.

"Uncle, this" Zhao Lang opened his mouth to speak, and was suddenly grabbed by Ouyang Feng's throat with a claw.

Ouyang Feng looked crazy and hysterical: "Uncle, no, you are not Ke'er, Ke'er is my son, he should call me Dad, call me Dad, you are not Ke'er!!!

Zhao Lang's face slowly turned red, in Ouyang Feng's eyes, he was proud of the strength of a first-class master, it was not enough to see it at all, don't say that it was him, even if it was a master of Li Mochou's level, in front of a master like Huang Yaoshi, wouldn't he be overstretched?

"Tell me where my Ke'er is!!Otherwise, I'll kill you, kill you!!" Ouyang Feng's voice was already hysterical, Zhao Lang did not hesitate, if he didn't say anything more, Ouyang Feng would really strangle himself.

However, what Zhao Lang is doing now, does it really have an effect? Not to mention that the stick sword has been thrown aside, even if the stick sword is still in his hand at this time, can Zhao Lang really be able to threaten Ouyang Feng?

The answer is impossible, in front of Ouyang Feng, Zhao Lang is like a newborn child, and there is no threat at all.

Feeling the strength on his neck getting stronger and stronger, a trace of breath began to escape from Zhao Lang's mouth, Zhao Lang even felt that his consciousness began to blur, he knew very well that if there was no way to break free from Ouyang Feng, he would definitely die.

"No," Zhao Lang's eyes flashed with the ** of survival, and in his mind, one thought after another flashed like a marquee. He was looking for a way out of what he had learned.

Finally, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Zhao Lang's face showed a smile.

His gaze, which had been a little scattered, quickly focused, and his eyes began to flicker with a misty look, like a whirlpool, driving all the light that came and devouring it.

Feeling the strength on his neck slowly eased up, Zhao Lang didn't even have time to take a few breaths, so he urged the heart control technique even harder, for Zhao Lang at this time, to deal with the crazy Ouyang Feng, the only way to deal with it was to start from the spirit, and there was no other way.

"Uncle, have you forgotten?" Zhao Lang's voice was confused and confused, full of demagogy, "I'm Lang'er! I'm Lang Chuyun, you're a good person, you're my uncle!"

"Lang'er, I'm a good person, I" Ouyang Feng's eyes gradually became blurred, he muttered to himself, and his breath gradually began to calm down.

Zhao Lang didn't dare to relax at all, and the psychedelic color in his eyes became more and more intense: "Uncle, you are very sleepy, take a rest! Come, slowly close your eyes, don't think about anything, go to sleep, go to sleep!"

Ouyang Feng slowly closed his eyes and fell backwards, Zhao Lang hurriedly supported Ouyang Feng and placed him on the ground smoothly.

Looking at Ouyang Feng lying flat on the ground, he was peaceful and kind when he was not sick, but when he was sick, he was like a nuclear bomb, enough to destroy everything.

Anyway, Zhao Lang has already obtained all the martial arts of White Camel Mountain.

Such a time bomb, in the end, is it kept, or

PS: Ahem, guess what, what decision will Zhao Lang make?