Hong Qigong and others are all great masters of the generation, with extraordinary knowledge. When they saw Jing Zhou's move, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they knew that this was an excellent martial art that used silence to stop and slow to fight fast.
"I didn't expect that this kid would be able to do such a superb kung fu. It seems that when I fought with him before, he still didn't use his full strength." Huang Yaoshi was filled with admiration in his heart, and his evaluation of the man in front of him went up a notch.
"Hahaha, Qi Gong, even though Island Master Huang is here to call, could it be that we have known each other for a long time, so you two still have some reservations about what to do? Today we are going to discuss martial arts, so it is better to let go and have a good fight.
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Ouyang Feng stared intently at Jing Zhou's fists, thinking a lot.
"What kind of skill is this slow martial arts? It actually blocked those two powerful palms!"
"This...isn't this a dream? This boy can really fight one against two?"
Qiu Chuji was even more shocked, as if he wanted to pull off his beard, and murmured: "How did this kid master all his kung fu? Even my master may not have such high kung fu at this age!"
"Seventh brother, if you keep it any longer, I'm afraid we will lose face today." Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly, palming his hands with his hands, and his aura continued to rise.
"It's so fun to fight!"
Hong Qigong shouted loudly and used ten of his power in an instant. Knowing that if he didn't use all his strength, he would be embarrassed today, he cooperated with Huang Yaoshi, and the two of them immediately launched seven or eight moves.
However, no matter how the two of them attack, Jingzhou just draws a circle on the spot, or the white crane spreads its wings, or carries the tiger back to the mountain. The palm movements of Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong, which carry a thousand kilograms of force, hit him as if they were hitting him.
Entering the ocean, without a trace or sound.
Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi were flying around. Although they were shocked in their hearts, the strength of their hands did not decrease at all. They used all their strength to move around Jingzhou, one after another.
Previously, they had hit Jingzhou with a hundred moves without any impact. After a hundred moves, Jingzhou's moves changed. His body was no longer weak and boneless, but he struck out with one palm, with a huge sound and the strong wind of the palm.
Qiu Chuji could feel it even from a distance of more than ten feet.
Ouyang Feng opened his eyes wide. At this time, he could see that the boy in white was using Hong Qigong and the two to hone his skills. What shocked Ouyang Feng even more was that the boy's last move was the Eighteen Dragon Subduers.
Palm, the next move was replaced by Yiyang Finger, and the momentum of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was greater than that of Hong Qigong.
Whether it is the One Yang Finger or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Ouyang Feng has been passionate about it for a long time. However, these two skills are related to the inheritance of the same lineage, but they are not something he can easily obtain.
These two kung fu are the unique skills of the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar. Ouyang Feng couldn't figure out how the young man in front of him learned them.
"Is it possible that this kid is the apprentice of both the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar?" Ouyang Feng kept guessing about Jing Zhou's identity, his eyes full of fire.
Jingzhou and the other three people were all people with profound skills. Their figures were flying, and every move was unexpected and wonderful. Everyone who watched them was mesmerized, and even the person who started talking stopped.
"Wonderful, wonderful, it turns out kung fu can be used like this!"
When the people at the bottom of the mountain saw that the voice of explanation above had stopped, they kept urging them anxiously, wanting to know how far this sword discussion had reached.
The three of them fought faster and faster, and everyone was in a daze watching their fists and palms. Gradually, the group couldn't keep up with the moves of the three of them, and it became troublesome to watch.
"Hahaha, it's funny. The three of you were fighting, but you didn't call me old naughty boy. It's really not fun! Old beggar, Huang Laoxie, give way, here comes my old naughty boy!"
Suddenly a voice came, and everyone saw an old man with white hair and beard jumping into the circle of three people. He stuck his butt out, first made a "pop" sound towards everyone, and then yelled a few words and punched Huang Yaoshi.
"Uncle Master~" The Quanzhen Seventh Son trembled with excitement when he heard that voice. Zhou Botong had disappeared for so many years, and now he finally appeared.
Zhou Botong dodged, punched to the right, and hit Hong Qigong again: "Hey, old beggar, let me show you the old naughty boy's seventy-two-way empty fist!"
"Hahaha, old naughty boy, you came just in time!" Jing Zhou smiled and punched the old naughty boy, dragging him in, and actually wanted to beat three with one.
The Quanzhen Seven Sons were originally very excited when they saw Zhou Botong, but now they saw Jing Zhou actually trying to fight three with one, and they were so shocked that they almost dropped their swords to the ground.
Others may not know Zhou Botong, but the Quanzhen Seventh Master knows that their uncle was second only to Wujue in martial arts more than ten years ago and is one of the best in the world.
The Quanzhen sect's martial arts is that the longer they practice it, the more profound their skills will be and the more powerful they will be. Over the past ten years or so, the Quanzhen Seventh Son feels that their uncle's martial arts are no less than those of Hong Qigong.
Not to mention the astonishment of those watching, Hong Qigong even said in shock while raising his palms: "It's so damn weird. I have never seen such a kung fu among beggars. Do you feel it, Huang Laoxie? This kid can do it."
Divert our palm power!"
Previously, Hong Qigong's palm hit Jingzhou, and it hit the void. Now the old naughty boy joined in, but he felt that Huang Yaoshi's palm force was moved away. With his eyesight, he could see that this was
A new skill can use force to exert force or even move force.
Huang Yaoshi also frowned and thought, and said attentively: "My little friend, it is true that I have hidden my secrets, but Huang has never heard of this kind of technique!"
Zhou Botong didn't care about all that. At this moment, he only felt that Jing Zhouhui's kung fu was really interesting, and he muttered loudly: "Good brother, what kind of kung fu are you doing? Can you teach it to the old naughty boy?"
Under the siege of three people, Jingzhou was calm and composed and said with a smile: "If you can beat me, I will teach you how about it? Hahaha..."
"Okay, brother, you're welcome, old naughty boy! He's just a puppy!"
Previously, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong came to besiege Jingzhou, and the three of them fought to no avail. Now Zhou Botong joined in. After several hundred moves, Jingzhou still did not lose. Instead, he fought harder and harder.
It's smooth, and you can do whatever you want when shooting.
He used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to divert the attacks of several people, and he shot or pointed. Not only was he able to block the three of them, but he was also able to land several backhand moves.
Ouyang Feng looked on with fear and fear, thinking: "This kid is so powerful now, what will happen in a few more years? Doesn't it mean that the title of No. 1 in the world will always fall on this kid?"
He could clearly see that Zhou Botong's skills were not inferior to those of Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, but even so, the three of them could not defeat that kid, which made him feel troubled.
At this time, Ouyang Feng did not care about the morality of the world, so he took the snake staff and struck Jing Zhou with one stick.
Such a person must not stay in the world, otherwise Ouyang Feng, the best in the world, will have nothing to do with him until he dies!
With the addition of Ouyang Feng, Jingzhou began to feel a bit more pressure, and he was no longer as relaxed as before. If the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Art hadn't recovered quickly, he wouldn't have been able to survive...