Wang Chongyang's face was pale, his body staggered, and finally sat down.

Hong Jin's punch was really more powerful than he imagined, and even the true qi of the innate divine skill was shattered.

However, Hong Jin was worse than him, and was directly slapped to the ground by Wang Chongyang.

Bang!

Stone chips flew, and the entire top of Huashan began to shake violently, and many mountain rocks rolled down.

The onlookers of the martial arts were shocked one by one, they were far enough away, and they were still affected by the pond fish.

Qiu Chuji and the others all changed color, they worshiped Wang Chongyang like a god, but they didn't expect to be forced to this point by Hong Jin.

Ouyang Feng was like a ghost, his body flashed rapidly, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to snatch the Nine Yin True Scripture.

"Senior brother, how are you?"

Zhou Botong flew over with a swish, ready to help Wang Chongyang up.

"It doesn't matter, Berton, you get out of the way. ”

Wang Chongyang jumped up, his innate divine skills worked quickly, and he spit out a long mouthful of turbidity.

After a while, Wang Chongyang completely returned to normal, and his eyes became clear again.

Seeing that Wang Chongyang was calm, Ouyang Feng didn't dare to move.

The main reason is that there are too many masters on Huashan, even if he succeeds, I am afraid that it will be difficult to bring the Nine Yin True Scripture down the mountain.

"Zhiping, carry Hong Jin down and take care of it. ”

Wang Chongyang was moved by the idea of loving talents and gave instructions.

"Yes!"

Yin Zhiping agreed and hurried over.

"No need. Hong Jin took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

The bluestone cliff face actually left a humanoid figure.

When everyone saw it, they gasped one after another, and their faces were full of incredible expressions.

Wang Chongyang's palm is so terrifying!

Hong Jin moved his muscles and bones, and only heard a crackling sound, like stir-fried soybeans, endlessly.

Wang Chongyang was stunned.

No one knows better than him how much power is contained in his palm.

It was a palm mixed with innate true qi, and Wang Chongyang was afraid that he would miss and beat Hong Jin to death.

Later, when he saw that Hong Jin was still moving, he slowly relaxed his heart.

But Hong Jin turned out to be fine, which made Wang Chongyang feel that it was incredible.

"Hong Jin, do you want to fight again?"

Wang Chongyang asked with a solemn expression.

Hong Jin shook his head, his body was stiff and uninjured, but his whole body was like falling apart, and he was really powerless.

On the other hand, Wang Chongyang has a long breath, and he can know the Tao at a glance, without too much loss.

Wang Chongyang's strength is really terrifying, and Hong Jin still has a long way to go if he wants to compare with him.

The people of the Quanzhen Sect are all happy, Wang Chongyang has won the title of the first in the world, and the Quanzhen Sect will surely have a great prestige.

......

Wang Chongyang sat on the top of Huashan Mountain, and in front of him, there were two pale yellow books, which were the Nine Yin True Scripture written by Huang Sheng with great painstaking efforts.

As soon as it was dawn, I heard the sound of a kite coming from the pine forest in the west.

Ouyang Feng of West Poison really couldn't help it, and was the first to make a move.

The sound of the zither starts at a very high pitch, and then it becomes more and more urgent, more and more urgent, and it oscillates repeatedly, straight into the clouds.

Originally, there were many martial arts people who wanted to witness the most refuge of the Nine Yin True Scripture, but when they heard the sound of the zither, they felt that their hearts were beating violently, and they actually kept up with the rhythm of the zither.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, thinking that if they continued like this, they were afraid that their heartstrings would have to break.

In a panic, these people wanted to escape, but they couldn't move, and they couldn't help but be terrified.

Unexpectedly, I was curious for a while, and I was buried on Mount Hua, and in the hearts of these people, they all regretted it.

"Only the sky is above, and there is no mountain and Qi, the red sun is near, and the white clouds are low. ”

Wang Chongyang suddenly groaned loudly, word by word, quite proud.

This chanting disrupted Ouyang Feng's rhythm, and his intense zither sound couldn't help but be chaotic.

These martial arts people suddenly realized that their bodies could move, and they hurriedly ran all the way down the mountain, never daring to stay longer.

Wang Chongyang was calm on the surface, but he was secretly angry in his heart, Ouyang Feng's heart was really poisonous enough, if he hadn't spoken out to help, he was afraid that hundreds of people would have to die under the sound of the zither playing.

Ouyang Feng has been unruly all his life, how can he easily admit defeat, he played the zither even harder.

Ringing!

The sound of the iron kite is full of killing atmosphere, which makes people feel as if they are in the midst of a chaotic army.

Hong Jin was lying in the pine forest, and when he heard Ouyang Feng's zither, he suddenly felt his blood boiling, and he couldn't wait to kill it.

Unconsciously, Hong Jin used the seal of the immovable Ming king, and his heart was immediately fixed like a rock.

Hong Jin woke up in shock, and couldn't help but be a little more vigilant about Ouyang Feng's sound of the iron kite.

Wang Chongyang's expression became a little trance, as if he was back in the previous years.

At that time, Wang Chongyang was not a Taoist priest, but an anti-gold righteous man, and he had a lot of hot-blooded men under him.

Wang Chongyang was strong in martial arts, led his brothers to win many battles, and recovered some lost territories occupied by the Jin.

It's a pity that the Song court was corrupt, not only did not reward him, but colluded with the Jin people to kill Wang Chongyang's rebel army.

In that battle, only the sky was dark, only the blood flowed like a river, and the blood of countless soldiers stained the sky red and the ground red.

One by one, the loyal and courageous brothers kept falling in front of Wang Chongyang, which filled his heart with monstrous anger.

Although Wang Chongyang has high skills, it is difficult to sing with a lonely palm, and he was still hit by several arrows in his body, and his blood-stained robe was stained.

It was the darkest day in Wang Chongyang's life.

If it weren't for someone to save him, I'm afraid that Wang Chongyang would not wake up from his coma again.

"Kill!"

Wang Chongyang couldn't help but scream, and when he moved, he suddenly woke up, and couldn't help but break down in a cold sweat.

Ouyang Feng had just emerged from the pine forest, and when he saw Wang Chongyang suddenly wake up, he hurriedly hid back again.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound of flutes from the east, very cheerful.

With the sound of the flute, the sound of the zither stopped.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Wang Chongyang's tense expression suddenly relaxed.

Together with the sound of the flute, it makes people feel as if they are in the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, a scene of the bright moonlit night of the spring river.

Wang Chongyang's face couldn't help but show a gentle smile.

In that big battle, Wang Chongyang thought that he would die in the chaos of the army, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he saw a bright and shining face.

For Wang Chongyang, it was the most beautiful memory, he no longer had to worry about the war, he was recuperating from his injuries, and at the same time enjoying the love of his daughter.

Wang Chongyang is completely immersed in memories, and the woman in his memory is so gentle and so lovely.

Unexpectedly, this woman's strength is not weaker than him, and the two of them live together in the mountains, talking about martial arts, and living a life of arrogance.

It's a pity that Wang Chongyang's hatred for his family and country is really unforgettable, and he insisted on going down the mountain despite the dissuasion of the woman.

Wang Chongyang finally got his wish fulfilled, stabbed several big enemies, and sacrificed the souls of his brothers.

But when he returned to the valley, he never saw the woman again.

It was an equally arrogant person, and in a fit of anger, he actually left Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang was helpless, so he went to Zhongnan Mountain, became a Taoist priest, and later successively accepted Ma Yu and other Quanzhen seven sons, creating a world-famous Quanzhen faction.

"The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray. ”

Wang Chongyang muttered, and the jade man he was thinking about was like a jade man in front of him.

A long whistle sounded, like a dragon's groan.

The whistling sound was full of light, and all the illusions were suddenly broken, and it was Hong Qigong who arrived.

Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi were thinking about taking the scriptures away, but they were quite angry in their hearts when they failed at this moment.

Especially Ouyang Feng, he is the most greedy by nature, and the anger in his heart cannot be suppressed at all.

"Old Brother, why are you against me everywhere?"

Ouyang Feng slapped the snake staff and shouted angrily.

"If you want to get the true scriptures, you have to rely on real skills. Sneakily pulling out some intrigues, I'm certainly not going to sit idly by. Hong Qigong waved the dog stick and said proudly.

Wang Chongyang came to his senses.

Even if there was no Hong Qigong's long howl, Wang Chongyang would not let anyone attack, but he was still very grateful for Hong Qigong's kindness.

The Master of the One Lamp walked slowly from the south.

In fact, the master of a lamp has long since given up the idea of competing for power, but he really wants to get a glimpse of the Nine Yin True Scripture, a strange book in the world.

Hong Jin stood aside and watched in a daze, he found that the world was really a wonderful fate, and the book of the Nine Yin True Scripture should be kept by Wang Chongyang, which was the most suitable.

"Wang Chongyang, congratulations! Now kung fu has become the best in the world. After practicing the Nine Yin True Scripture again, no one will be your opponent, and the Quanzhen Sect will flourish and be just around the corner. Ouyang Feng said in a strange manner.

When it comes to sowing discord, Ouyang Feng is definitely a good player, and his words are naturally also sharp, even knocking and beating.

"Wang Chongyang swears here, all my disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, if they learn the Nine Yin True Scripture privately, they will be like this. Wang Chongyang said solemnly.

Bang!

A large stone a few zhang away, under Wang Chongyang's palm, shattered into a piece of powder.

Seeing that Wang Chongyang's palm power was so powerful, everyone was shocked, and even Huang Yaoshi, who had always been proud of splitting empty palms, was ashamed of himself.

"Senior brother, since this book is so powerful, it doesn't hurt to read it. Zhou Botong said with a hippie smile.

"Nonsense. Berton, after returning to Nanshan, you will give me a month of retreat. ”

Wang Chongyang was furious, he didn't expect this lazy guy to joke about this matter.

Zhou Botong was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that his senior brother would actually give him more truth.

Huashan discussed the sword, so far the wind disappeared, Wang Chongyang and others, each went down the mountain.

But the turmoil caused by the Nine Yin True Scripture has just begun.

Hong Jin stayed in Huashan for three days, and watched the beautiful scenery of Huashan such as Canglongling, which was really a great river and mountain, and it was beautiful.

At the top of Huashan Mountain, there is a dense pine forest, and Hong Jin came here early in the morning to practice Tuna.

The sun shines into the pine forest, shedding a golden light, and everything is full of life.

As he continued to swallow his breath, Hong Jin's whole body gradually melted into nature, and there was a feeling of dissolving in heaven and earth.

At this moment, Hong Jin felt that Huashan was him, he was Huashan, and his feet were tightly stepping on the mountain rocks, as if they were taking root.

Proudly stand on the top of Huashan Mountain.

Hong Jin looked at the rising white clouds around him, and felt that the pain brought to him by the ten incense was gradually disappearing.