"Hahaha! It's a good time. The old beggar also wants to see what evil kung fu you have practiced in the Western Regions over the past 20 years."

Mr. Hong Qi laughed heroically, and his energy sinks into his dantian. He lifts up his internal energy and is also ready to return with a palm.

Bang!!!

The palms collided, the true energy was surging, and the air exploded. The surrounding peach blossom trees were broken and the gravel and sand on the ground rolled.

Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong each took three steps back. It was obvious that the two of them had equal matches in this palm, and there was no difference between them.

Ouyang Feng sneered: "Brother Hong is known for his strong martial arts. I admire this palm just now."

"Everyone! You are not bad at the old poison. You were destroyed by the magical power more than 20 years ago. You have practiced it back so quickly. Even stronger than back then."

Hong Qigong was joking, but his eyes were very serious.

The two of them had to fight again, but Wu Yun took a step forward and stood in front of Hong Qigong: "Master, how dare you fight with someone who is ordinary in this kind of kung fu? Just let your disciples do it for you."

As he said that, he looked at Ouyang Feng and said lightly: "Your martial arts is pretty good, but you are not worthy of fighting with my master. You have to beat me, the apprentice, first to be qualified to ask my master for advice."

What?!

Hearing Wu Yun's contemptuous words, Ouyang Feng was furious and his eyes stared at him like a poisonous snake: "Young man, don't be proud. You are very skilled in martial arts at a young age, and you are even more talented in poetry and talented. Don't mislead yourself. If I don't do anything serious and beat you to death, it's not good for everyone to tear you apart."

What he said was right.

The East Evil, the West, the South, the North, the Beggar, actually have similar martial arts skills. If it weren't for the time when the hatred was deep, it wouldn't be very good at fighting life and death. It is naturally difficult to distinguish between the superiority and the inferiority.

Just now, Ouyang Feng was so angry that he attacked Hong Qigong in a hurry. In fact, it was a normal competition between their "five masters". Ouyang Feng himself never thought that he could really defeat Hong Qigong... He didn't expect Wu Yun to come out to disrupt the situation.

"Good disciple, I know you are gifted and practice martial arts very quickly. But the old poison has been famous for decades and has a very deep internal strength. Don't show off."

Although Mr. Hong Qi always called his elder apprentice "bad boy", he liked him so much that he was afraid that he would have any problems.

Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong were listening to their conversation, feeling strange in their hearts...

You know, Wu Yun's martial arts skills are far superior to Wang Chongyang, and he can defeat them at the same time and join forces! It is not difficult to fight Ouyang Feng, but it is not difficult.

Faced with the Master's concern, Wu Yun chuckled: "Master, please relax. When did your apprentice suffer a loss?"

Hong Qigong was stunned and thought to himself that, after all, this kid has been very scheming since he was a child, and it is unlikely to be aimless. So he waved his hand: "Well, since that's the case, then you can teach this old poison a lesson for your teacher. Let him show off in front of the old beggar."

Wu Yun bowed: "Disciple obeys the order!"

OK OK OK OK!

Ouyang Feng laughed furiously and shivered with anger: "No matter how talented young people are in martial arts, they should be respectful to their seniors. Since Brother Hong hasn't taught you these things, let me give you some advice."

As he said that, his legs bent slightly, and he inhale suddenly while slapping his hands on the ground on both sides.

boom!!!

The ground was like it was trampled wildly by several elephants, shaking slightly, and sand and stones were flying. Ouyang Feng's entire body was circulating, and he was emitting a huge momentum.

This starting move alone may scare 99% of the people in the martial arts world so much that they are no longer looking at each other and admit defeat.

Wu Yun had no expression on his face, but just took a step forward...

Seeing this, Huang Yaoshi thought, "After all, Ouyang Feng is a guest. He is still sincere when he comes to propose marriage. If Brother Wu beat him to death, it will be unreasonable. He must remind him."

So he spoke: "Brother Wu, Brother Ouyang is a senior after all, don't be stubborn."

Wu Yun turned around and replied: "Brother Huang said so, so I will naturally save his life."

Ouyang Feng's expression stagnated - he didn't know why even Huang Yaoshi said such words? He became even more angry and took action directly.

Whoosh!

His feet seemed to have turned into snake tails. He just shook his feet on the ground and crossed seven or eight feet apart to not far ahead of Wu Yun.

The true energy of his hands was surrounded by his true energy and condensed into snake shapes. Combined with the boxing technique of his hands, it was like a large group of poisonous snakes with fishy slime swept towards him.

Especially Ouyang Feng's fists were empty and real, back and forth, stirring the air and rubbing, making a hissing sound similar to the crawling of a poisonous snake, like a magic sound that poured into the brain, making people feel disgusted.

Ouyang Feng’s spiritual snake fist technique is far from comparable to Ouyang Ke or Ouyang Rui’s use!

It can be said that he has reached the level of perfection.

Unfortunately, his opponent is Wu Yun!

"Old poison, you don't use the most powerful toad skill, but use the spiritual snake fist. It's really a shame for yourself."

While Wu Yun spoke, he finally took action.

Instead of using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he directly lifted his true energy and grabbed his right hand forward, making a way to grasp it from the air.

hold head high!!!

Amid the low roar of the dragon, a huge dragon claw of more than meter in radius passed by, rolling up gusts of gusts of wind.

Puff puff puff...

The phantoms of the snakes surrounding Ouyang Feng immediately shattered and disappeared.

"Is this the magical martial arts that Keer described before? The true energy turns into dragon claws, grabs and attacks the opponent. It's really amazing! But I don't believe I can control me."

Ouyang Feng had already used ten successful forces, and his hands formed a fist, smashing straight towards the oncoming dragon claw phantom...

clang!!!

It was like two huge metal objects colliding violently, and Ouyang Feng felt that his hands were smashing against something cast by steel.

"How is this possible? This thing is clearly formed by the condensation of true qi. Why is it like a solid solid and so hard?!"

Ouyang Feng's fists were slightly numb and his heart was shocked.

You should know that for experts, the power of the attack from the outward attack of the true qi gradually weakens with the distance. In other words, the further the distance the attack is, the smaller the power, and the condensation of the true qi is not enough...

Wu Yun shot out this huge dragon claw phantom from the air four or five feet away, while Ouyang Feng used his true energy around his arm and body and used it at close range.

But he has not been able to break Wu Yun's dragon-capturing skills yet!

Poor Ouyang Feng hadn't reacted yet, the dragon claws transformed from the dragon-catching technique actually opened up in a "swish", grasping his whole body from head to toe and pinching it inside.

When I lift it up, it's like carrying a little chick!
Chapter completed!