Chapter 190 Tianshan Six Yang Palm vs. Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms
Ding Chunqiu felt displeased when he saw the opponent's neither salty nor indifferent attitude. However, due to the opponent's strength, he couldn't say anything, so he cupped his hands and said: "In that case, I'll take the first step. I hope we can play in the chess game tomorrow."
Meet the master."
Then the disciples played and played, and carried Ding Chunqiu into the sedan chair and walked away.
As soon as Jiumozhi came in, Deng Baichuan and the others had been nervously paying attention to each other's every move. Although they pretended to be indifferent to the situation on the field, deep down they were extremely afraid of this Tibetan monk with strong martial arts skills.
Jiumozhi smiled slightly and took the initiative to say hello: "I'm so polite, poor monk. I wonder how Mr. Murong is doing lately?"
Just as Bao BuTong was thinking of saying something wrong, Deng Baichuan hurriedly stepped forward and returned the courtesy: "Master, you're welcome. My young master received an invitation from Mr. Congbian and ordered the four of us to follow him. He himself had already rushed ahead.
Toward the Valley of the Deaf."
In fact, Deng Baichuan and others had not seen Murong Fu at all. The reason why they said this was to pull the tiger's skin and raise the flag. He knew very well that the martial arts of his group were not enough to fight Jiumozhi, so they could only take advantage of Murong Fu's presence nearby.
Only in this way can the other party be afraid.
Jiumozhi is so smart, how can he not know what the other person is thinking? He just smiled and said: "Ashes will return to dust, dust will return to dust. After all, the poor monk and Mr. Murong were old friends in the past, and they were also close friends with the Murong family. Now Mr. Murong is a hero.
Yes, the old man has the same demeanor as he did back then. If the old man has knowledge, he will always cherish great comfort."
What Jiumozhi said was extremely clever. It not only pointed out that he was too lazy to care about the conflicts he had made with a few people, but also emphasized his identity without leaving any trace. After hearing this, Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian couldn't help but relax.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Bao BuTong and Feng BoE still wanted to quarrel, but Deng Baichuan glared back and did not dare to speak anymore.
Deng Baichuan respectfully invited Jiumozhi to sit on the throne and treated Jiumozhi as a distinguished guest.
When the two people from Shenshan saw Jiumozhi talking with his old friend, they went to Shaolin to talk with everyone at the invitation of Xuannan and others.
Deng Baichuan said: "Master, are you here also for the Zhenlong chess game?"
Jiumozhi said: "To be honest, that's exactly what happened. I think Mr. Congbian's martial arts skills and wisdom are rare in the world. He has been unable to break this game for decades. I think there must be a lot of mystery in this game. The poor monk has a hunting heart.
I'm so happy, but I can't help but feel a little competitive, which is really a sin."
Deng Baichuan and others thought: When the young master killed this great monk's younger brother, there was not much resentment in the great monk's words. Is this master really a virtuous eminent monk? The young master made a mistake before.
other side?
In fact, it's not that Jiumozhi is really magnanimous, but after two battles with Murong Fu, Jiumozhi feels that Murong Fu's martial arts talent is really rare in the world, and the speed of progress is not exaggerated to describe it as a thousand miles a day. Compare the balance.
Under this situation, Jiumozhi felt that there was no need to provoke such a powerful enemy with unlimited potential for himself. His ambition was to promote the esoteric religion and conquer the Buddhist sects in the world, and the second was to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts.
On the side, Shenshan and others were chatting happily with Xuannan and others. They were very envious of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin School.
The other party was very disappointed.
In Deaf Valley.
Su Xinghe looked at Murong Fu with a worried look on his face: "Junior brother, by the way, how sure are you? Is this too risky for us?"
Murong Fu put his hand on his forehead: "Brother, this is the eighth time you have asked the same question. I have said it many times, it is foolproof, there is absolutely no problem."
"But......"
Su Xinghe looked at Wu Yazi who was being pushed by Wang Yuyan on a wheelbarrow and felt a headache.
It turned out that Murong Fu was so bold that he actually wanted Wu Yazi to see with his own eyes how Ding Chunqiu, a traitor, was subdued, so he specially asked Feng Asan to get this exquisitely designed wheelbarrow and put Wu Yazi on it, and also gave Wu Yazi
Zi got a specially made Taoist robe and feather fan scarf, and said that he would make Ding Chunqiu disappear into ashes while talking and laughing.
Wu Yazi suffered from being unable to move, so he had to let his granddaughter and grandson-in-law manipulate him. Wang Yuyan looked at her grandfather's helpless expression and was very amused. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
Wu Yazi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said to Wang Yuyan, "You can laugh if you want."
"Ha ha ha ha......"
Wu Yazi looked at the group of disciples and grandsons who were laughing together, and felt a long-lost sense of relaxation in his heart. Bathed in the sunshine, his whole body felt like he was soaking in a hot spring.
Wu Yazi whispered: "That's great..."
At this moment, a voice came from outside the valley: "Qiao Feng, a beggar gang, pays homage to Mr. Congbian."
Hearing this thunderous sound, everyone looked shocked and secretly said: "This person's internal strength is amazing!"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Look, isn't it true that what I said is absolutely foolproof?"
In fact, if he really wanted to take action, Murong Fu could only use all his methods to kill Ding Chunqiu with 70 to 80% certainty. After all, he was borrowing the opponent's head to establish his prestige, but Ding Chunqiu wanted to survive. If the opponent ran away, he really wouldn't be able to kill him.
He would definitely be able to catch up. But with Qiao Feng, a heavyweight player blocking his way, Ding Chunqiu would have nowhere to run.
While speaking, Qiao Feng had already arrived in front of everyone. They saw that Qiao Feng was more than eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall figure, and a piercing gaze. Although some people had seen Qiao Feng before, they couldn't help but praise: "
A good man, a good hero."
When Qiao Feng saw Murong Fu in brilliant clothes, he immediately came forward to greet him: "Brother Murong, Qiao Feng has come to fulfill his promise!"
Everyone looked at Murong Fu and Murong Fu with puzzled eyes. Murong Fu smiled and told the story of how he met Qiao Feng.
After understanding this, everyone praised Qiao Feng for his legacy of ancient chivalry.
Su Xinghe casually picked up a large stone weighing more than 200 kilograms and placed it in front of Qiao Feng and said, "The conditions in the valley are poor. I hope Gang Leader Qiao won't blame me."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Qiao Feng admired secretly in his heart when he saw that the shriveled old man in front of him might not weigh eighty kilograms in total, but he could easily lift the huge stone with ease.
It’s just that the Xiaoyao sect has many talented people.
Murong Fu introduced Qiao Feng to the people in the valley one by one.
Finally, when Wu Yazi was introduced to Wu Yazi, who was sitting in a wheelchair and unable to move, Qiao Feng's eyebrows flashed with a strange look. He was both surprised by Wu Yazi's appearance and shocked by Wu Yazi's powerful and long-lasting internal strength.
It was really the only time I had ever seen him. He sat there like that, like a snow-capped mountain that remained unchanged throughout the ages, and his deep eyes were like two vast rivers.
Even a master like his master, Master Xuanku, was like the light of a firefly or the glory of a silver man compared to the ordinary old man in front of him. Therefore, when Murong Fu introduced Wuyazi, Qiao Feng
He solemnly saluted: "Junior Qiao Feng, see you, Senior Wuyazi!"
Wu Yazi looked at Qiao Feng with admiration, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Not bad, not bad, really good. Your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have been practiced to the point where both hardness and softness are combined, and yin and yang are transformed. It can be called
, you are extremely proficient. It’s just that your Shaolin internal strength is limited by your age and has not yet reached its peak. With such achievements at such a young age, you will definitely be a martial arts legend in the future! Wang Jiantong has accepted a good disciple in his later years!"
Qiao Feng was shocked when he heard that the other party revealed his martial arts foundation in just one sentence. As the leader of the Beggar Clan, he naturally knew the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The other party might have just complimented him politely, but he
Even the closest brothers in my gang don’t know about the Shaolin internal strength!
Wu Yazi looked at Murong Fu with a smile: "Reinstatement, you little brat. You have found a good helper for yourself!"
Murong Fu looked at Qiao Feng's surprised expression and was very interested, and said: "Master, his martial arts cultivation is extraordinary and has reached the level of near mystical. Brother Qiao, please use your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms on the
Demonstrating it in front of Master will be of great benefit to you in the future."
If someone else dared to say that, Qiao Fengfeng felt that the other person was looking down on him. After seeing Wu Yazi's mysterious power, he knew that Murong Fu had good intentions and he was magnanimous. He immediately raised his hand and said to Wu Yazi: "Thank you very much.
Senior gave me some advice!"
Wu Yazi nodded with satisfaction and said to Murong Fu: "Reinstated, you go and have a few moves with Xiaoyou Qiao. Use the Tianshan Six Sun Palm I taught you during this period."
Murong Fu had a grimace on his face: "Master, why do you want me to take action again? Wouldn't it be better to let Senior Brother Su come?"
When Su Xinghe heard Murong Fu's complaint, he hurriedly shrank behind Wu Yazi and said, "It's a beautiful thing to make friends with martial arts. The opportunity to compete with Gang Leader Qiao is very precious, so I'll give it to my junior brother. You guys are so slow."
Let’s talk slowly, I’m leaving first, I won’t disturb you. I’m going to see if the food and drinks are ready for the mute servants!”
As he spoke, he ran away in a hurry.
Murong Fu looked at Su Xinghe's retreating figure and knew that the other person was just joking because he was in a good mood.
Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Mr. Congbian is quite humorous."
As he spoke, Qiao Feng cupped his fists and said, "After the last discussion with Brother Murong, Qiao Feng has always been thinking about it. This time, I would like to ask my brother to give me some advice."
Murong Fu felt bitter in his heart. Although the martial arts level of Tianshan Liuyang Palm was not lower than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he had to use Tianshan Liuyang Palm that he had practiced for three months and Ren Qiao Feng who had practiced it for more than ten years.
If you don’t make the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms moves clear enough, will you lose?
So he joked: "Brother Qiao, be gentle later!"
Wu Yazi rolled his eyes silently in his mind, thinking how come his two apprentices are so virtuous?
"I'm a guest from afar. Brother Qiao invites you first!"
It's a joke, but it still needs to be serious.
Murong Fu and Qiao Feng first bowed in accordance with the etiquette of martial arts sparring, and then distanced themselves. Qiao Feng said: "Do you want to stay away from senior Wu Yazi?"
Murong Fu said: "Don't worry, the old man's seventy-year-old Beiming Zhenqi is extremely strong. The aftermath of our battle will only mess up his hair."
For a moment, Wu Yazi regretted accepting such a living treasure. Wang Yuyan's eyes were full of love and she kept staring at Murong Fu without looking away. Wu Yazi felt a little depressed at this moment.
Qiao Feng deliberately showed off the beggar's special skills in front of Wu Yazi. He set up a martial arts stance, slightly bent his left leg, pushed out his right palm, and suddenly exploded when he came to Murong Fu.
This palm is full of regrets and contains thirteen levels of staying power. It is a method that Qiao Feng improved after he mastered the palm technique. It is like a hidden dragon in the abyss, silent and silent. Once it breaks free from the shackles, the trapped dragon rises to the sky, and the sky thunders, and the wind and rain come.
.
The Northern Ming Qi in Murong Fu's body surged rapidly like the Yangtze River. The two kinds of Qi, Yin and Yang, were driven by his left and right palms at the same time. His palms flew like birds flying over thousands of mountains, and chaotic clouds flew across. Finally, the shadows of thousands of palms merged into one.
The triple palm wind, the triple palm wind is like the majestic pass of the northern country, with its strange peaks and mountains, and it meets Qiao Feng head-on with the great achievement of "Kinglong Yougui".
This palm is the most subtle and mysterious move among the Six Yang Palms. It is called "Yangguan Santie". It must be stimulated to the extreme by the two internal forces of Yin and Yang sent by Xiaoyao. It can briefly stimulate the human body's potential and burst out with skills far beyond ordinary times.
Murong Fu knew that Qiao Feng was not letting go, so he used this move to catch the opponent's palm forcefully.
There was only a loud explosion, but it was like thunder in the middle of the drought. Both sides flew out at the same time, each showing their superb Qinggong and body techniques to relieve the force.
Murong Fu took five steps back in a flash, while Qiao Feng took three steps back in a row, leaving a shallow hole in the ground with each step. Both parties were evenly matched with this palm, and no one took advantage.