The young beggar's gaze was not as sharp as his master's, so he naturally could not see the origin of Tang Feng's martial arts. He nodded slightly and said: "The second level of the Golden elixir can defeat my martial arts so easily. It is a bit of a skill, but next I will
But you won’t be so polite.”
After he finished speaking, his whole body's momentum surged, and streaks of green light suddenly emerged from his palms.
"The second move, flying dragon in the sky!" The young beggar said in a deep voice, and slapped his palm forward again. His palm was powerful, and its power was several times higher than the previous palm.
Tang Feng's eyes focused, and his whole body was immediately filled with divine fire. Then he waved his right hand, and a golden spear shot out.
With a bang, the spear exploded after rushing into the opponent's palm, and the terrifying aftermath spread in all directions, causing the surrounding ancestor dragon and others to retreat continuously.
Although the little beggar's green light palm is extraordinary, Tang Feng's golden spear is the condensed form of three thousand divine fires, so its power is naturally not to be underestimated.
When the two collided, they were evenly matched.
Seeing this, the little beggar could no longer maintain his previous calmness and pride, and shouted in surprise: "How is this possible? The power of my move is so powerful that even the sixth level of the Golden Core cannot be so easy.
Just take it, you are only at the second level of the golden elixir, and you broke it in a flip of your hand?"
At this time, he could no longer underestimate Tang Feng and said in a deep voice: "Not bad, he is somewhat capable, but I will really do it next."
As soon as he finished speaking, he held the mouth of the alms bowl with his left hand and was about to come forward.
However, at this moment, the old beggar on the side suddenly shouted: "Stop, it's enough, no need to compete anymore."
Originally, the little beggar's bronze bowl was about to be auctioned off, but the old monk just waved and brushed it gently and got his bronze bowl back.
The little beggar was confused and quickly turned around and asked: "Master, why did you stop me midway and why didn't you stop competing?"
After the old beggar threw the bronze bowl back, he did not answer him immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Tang Feng. To be precise, he was looking at the golden divine fire surrounding Tang Feng's body.
He looked so carefully that he froze in place, looking at his eyes as if he wanted to see through Tang Feng. Even Tang Feng felt a little uncomfortable looking at him.
After a long while, the old beggar said: "My teacher said there is no need to compare, so of course he knows the result."
The little beggar was even more puzzled and asked: "There is no need to compete. Why not to compete? This old man Tang does have some talent, but what is his talent? I still have to try again."
The old beggar shook his head and said: "No need to compare. With his current level, if you two really compete, he really can't beat you. But in five years, I'm afraid you will be the only one defeated by him."
"I will lose to him in five years. How is this possible?" The little beggar jumped up and looked at his master, then at Tang Feng, with disbelief on his face.
Of course, he had no reason to believe it. After all, his level was already much higher than that of the other party. Moreover, he was four years younger than the other party.
The other party may make progress in five years, but will you stop moving forward?
The old beggar still didn't answer his words. He still stared at Tang Feng closely. After a long time, he sighed and said: "Old beggar, I finally know why that big shot specifically asked me to come here to protect such a person like you."
People from our small ancestral land.”
Tang Feng remained silent, but he already knew in his heart that the other party might see the origin of the Divine Kingdom Art.
The old beggar sighed again: "The old beggar really couldn't have imagined that that person actually passed on that martial arts to you. Now it seems that the incident that shocked the whole continent twenty-five years ago is true, and you are his...
"
After saying this, he immediately shut up, obviously worried about revealing some secrets.
After hearing this, the little beggar scratched his head as usual and imitated his master. He looked confused.
Tang Feng just smiled bitterly. Although he understood the meaning of the old beggar's words, there were some things that he couldn't say right now, and certainly couldn't ask.
The old beggar suddenly asked: "By the way, what level of martial arts have you reached now?"
Tang Feng replied: "The qualifications of the younger generation are dull. Up to now, they are only at the middle level. There is still a long way to go before reaching perfection."
The old beggar nodded, and then said: "In the middle realm, in a place like the ancestral land where the spiritual energy is exhausted, being able to practice to this point is enough to show your talent. With this realm, you can protect yourself in ordinary situations."
At this point, he seemed to have lost interest. He waved his hand and said: "Okay, in three days, the old beggar will come here again. Then he will fulfill his promise and escort you all the way to Xuanwu Sect."
"Disciple, let's go!" After saying this, the old beggar picked up the purple gold gourd and strode away.
The little beggar was still confused. He looked up at Tang Feng. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't ask anything.
However, at this moment, Hong Qitian not far away suddenly shouted: "Senior, please stay, please wait!"
Probably Hong Qitian's dress was similar to that of the old beggar. Everyone looked like beggars. The old beggar stopped, but he was not enthusiastic and did not look back. He just asked: "What's the matter?"
Hong Qitian asked: "What martial arts moves did your disciple use just now?"
The old beggar asked: "My apprentice's martial arts?"
Hong Qitian didn't say anything, but suddenly took a step forward, then he sat down on his horse with his whole body bent, and in one breath, he directly performed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
The old beggar was stunned when he saw it, and he fell into deep thought.
The little beggar exclaimed: "Why does your martial arts look so much like Dragon Subduing Palm?"
The old beggar raised his white eyebrows and said: "His set is not the Dragon Subduing Palm, but it has the shadow of the Dragon Subduing Palm. To be precise, it should be a shallow version of the Dragon Subduing Palm. It must have been left in the ancestral land thousands of years ago."
The little beggar nodded and said, "Yes, the move he performed just now seemed extremely powerful, but it was not brave enough. He was unable to fully exert the power of the Dragon Subduing Palm, and there were many flaws."
At this time, Chu Xionghe also came forward, raised his hands and said respectfully: "May I ask you two, where does this set of Dragon Subduing Palms come from in the big world?"
The little beggar suddenly smiled and said: "That is of course the martial arts of our Tianqi Sect, but the master back then had already retired due to some things..."
Before the little beggar could finish speaking, the old beggar suddenly waved his hand to interrupt and shouted: "Shut up, kid. How many times have I told you, don't say too many things that you shouldn't say. Don't you know that trouble comes from your mouth?"
His tone was quite sharp. It seemed that because he had touched on some sad memories from that year, the little beggar immediately stuck out his tongue and did not dare to speak again.
Hong Qitian was very excited and asked quickly: "I know there are some things I shouldn't ask, but..."
However, before he could finish speaking, the old beggar waved his hand: "I know what you want to ask, and I also know what you, master and disciple, are thinking."
Having said this, he suddenly took out a green jade tablet from his arms, then threw it to Hong Qitian, and then said: "Three days after tomorrow, Qi Zong will also come to recruit disciples. Then you will take this jade tablet,
Although I have withdrawn from the sect, the deacon will probably give me some face when he sees this token."
"Farewell!" After saying this, his people walked out of the yard and soon disappeared.
