Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 265 Songyang Divine Palm
"It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise I will definitely get drunk with Brother Qingcheng."

Awakened by Zuo Qingcheng's words, Huan Chang immediately raised his head and said with some regret.

"The future is long, and there will always be a time when you get drunk."

The two looked at each other and both laughed.

Inside the Yinyang Spring, steam was rising, and all the warriors took the time to practice.

"The effect doesn't seem to be that bad."

Huan Chang was suspended in the middle of the pool, feeling the changes in his body, his eyes couldn't help showing a light of surprise.

At the beginning, Huan often soaked in Yinyang Spring, only the first time the effect was good, and the effect was much worse the rest of the time.

But now, when Huan Chang soaked in the Yin Yang Spring again, he felt different.

"Could it be because my cultivation base has improved?"

Huan Chang frowned and thought hard, but felt that this idea was not correct. It should be that the higher the strength, the worse the effect.

"Crash!"

The steam in Yangquan was steaming, gathered in the air and condensed into many water droplets, which finally turned into raindrops and fell down.

Huan was often caught in the heavy rain, but he did not escape.

"Ok?"

When Huan Chang was shrouded in heavy rain, he felt wisps of aura, and then suddenly realized.

"The interval between rains is getting shorter and shorter, and the steam is getting more and more, which must be related to the blooming of the other shore flower."

How the yin-yang spring condenses into the Bianhua, Huan Chang has no idea at all.

However, judging from the current scene, there are indeed miraculous changes in the Yinyang Spring. If Huan Chang knew that the Bianhua flower was about to bloom, there would be no such guesses.

"When the other shore flower blooms, everyone must compete with each other."

"If other people compete, I will naturally not show mercy, but brother Qingcheng has a good relationship with me, how will we face it then?"

Although Zuo Qingcheng has a quiet temperament, Huan Chang is not sure whether the other party will become greedy after seeing such a treasure as Bi Anhua.

When Chu Huanchang learned that the Yinyang Spring would gather the flowers of the other side, he almost couldn't stabilize his mind, let alone other people.

But thinking that he would face Zuo Qingcheng's swordsmen, Huan Chang felt a little uncomfortable.

He raised his head and looked at Zuo Qingcheng, who was practicing beside him, with complicated eyes.

"Achang, what's the matter?"

As if feeling Huan Chang's gaze, Zuo Qingcheng, who had closed his eyes to practice, suddenly opened them.

"It's nothing."

Huan Chang twitched his lips, but didn't tell the truth.

Although Zuo Qingcheng felt that something was wrong, he was not a talkative person, so he did not continue to ask.

"Tap tap."

At this moment, Huan Chang heard a burst of hurried footsteps, and based on the footsteps, he speculated that there were five people coming.

"Who killed my Wu Cup Sect disciple!"

Before the five figures came near the Yinyang Spring, the angry roar had already been heard.

When everyone heard the word 'Witch Cup Gate', their faces changed slightly, with deep fear in their eyes.

The Wu Cup Sect is famous in the Jianghu, and all warriors can't avoid it.

Even the warriors soaked in the Yinyang Spring are all highly skilled in martial arts, and they are still very afraid to hear the reputation of the Wu Cup Sect.

They don't have a body that is invulnerable to all kinds of poisons. If the disciples of the Wuzhong sect poisoned them secretly, everyone would be unable to defend against them.

"How are they?"

Huan Chang was also surprised in his heart, he couldn't imagine why these people from the Wu Cup sect would find here.

But soon, Huan Chang thought of the banknotes of the South Vietnam Kingdom that he took out before entering the cave, and suddenly realized.

"I hope they don't recognize me, otherwise a fight will be inevitable."

Huan Chang thought to himself.

Now there is only half a day left before dark, and when the moon moves to the center of the sky, the flowers of the other shore will bloom.

Therefore, at this time, Huan Chang didn't want to make extra troubles.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Six figures flew to the bank of Yinyang Spring, five of them were all wearing dark green robes, and the other was the warrior guarding the cave.

When Huan Chang saw that person, he already knew that this person was the informer, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

Zuo Qingcheng sensed the murderous aura emanating from Huan Chang, and couldn't help casting his gaze over it, showing a questioning expression.

Huan Chang shook his head slightly, indicating that Zuo Qingcheng was fine.

"Point out, who is the murderer!"

The person headed by the Wu Cup Sect is a middle-aged martial artist, exuding terrifying true energy fluctuations from his body, and he is actually a peak powerhouse in the house.

The four Wucup sect disciples behind this person are also well-cultivated.

The martial artist who extorted money at the entrance of the cave didn't dare to be negligent when he heard the words, and immediately poked his head out to observe the people in Yinyang Spring.

Although many fighters in Yinyang Spring felt uncomfortable with the arrogance of Wuzhong Sect, no one spoke out.

The Wu Cup Sect is not only good at using poison, but also the top sect in Kyushu. The sect's inner sect will take revenge, and the quacks are unwilling to provoke them unless necessary.

The Yinyang Spring is steaming, and many warriors are entrenched in the spring water, surrounded by hazy mist.

The warrior guarding the cave put his true energy into his eyes, and after seeing all the faces of the people, he immediately shook his head.

"There is no such person here, but there is a person wearing a mask, and I can't see the other person's face at all."

The middle-aged martial artist who was the leader of the Wu Cup Sect immediately looked towards Zuo Qingcheng upon hearing the words, his eyes were stern.

"Take off the mask!"

This person's tone was very cold, and he was completely ordering Zuo Qingcheng.

Those warriors soaked in the spring water were stunned when they saw this, and then all sneered secretly.

They already knew that the masked person was a young master of the Songshan Sect, with unfathomable martial arts.

In the same big realm, many senior brothers of this top sect can leapfrog to kill people, not to mention Zuo Qingcheng's martial arts, which has reached the peak of entering the house.

Zuo Qingcheng was wearing a metal mask, and everyone couldn't see his expression clearly, but Huan Chang could feel the murderous aura overflowing.

"Do you want to die?"

The cold voice spit out from Zuo Qingcheng's mouth, which made the middle-aged martial artist of the Wu Cup Sect slightly taken aback.

Then, he laughed back in anger, and shouted: "What an insolent boy, you really don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth!"

The Wu Cup Sect has always been used to being domineering and domineering, and they never thought that they would meet someone today who was even more arrogant than them.

The eyes of several witch cup sect disciples immediately revealed a green and fierce light.

"laugh!"

The middle-aged martial artist of the Wu Cup Sect rose into the air, carrying a mighty momentum, and slashed fiercely towards Zuo Qingcheng.

"Be careful it's poisonous!"

Huan was shocked by the situation, and hurriedly spoke out to remind him.

He wasn't worried that Zuo Qingcheng's martial arts were inferior to his opponent's, but Wu Zhongmen's poisonous methods were unpredictable, and he would fall for it if he was not careful.

"boom!"

But Zuo Qingcheng was unmoved, and without drawing his sword, he greeted him with a palm.

"boom!"

The palms intersected, and the powerful qi made the spring water boil, and the mist became thicker and thicker.

"boom!"

The middle-aged martial artist of the Wu Cup Sect attacked extremely fast, but the speed of flying out was not slow.

Many people didn't see the movements of the two of them clearly, they saw the middle-aged martial artist's body flying horizontally, and then smashed heavily on the ice.

"Songyang Divine Palm!"

The middle-aged warrior spat out a mouthful of blood and exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)