I'm going to be steady first in Zongwu

Chapter 152 Chapter 150 [-]. Old Urchin Zhou Botong

Ouyang Feng looked at Jiang Ji who was trapped in the sword formation, with his hands behind his back, looking calm and calm.

He wasn't worried about anything happening to his adopted son in the slightest.

For some reason, Qiu Chuji had a bad premonition in his heart, as if everything was within Ouyang Feng's expectations.

Ever since Ouyang Feng became obsessed with practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures on Mount Hua back then, and after the Four Masters of Power Fighting disappeared, Qiu Chuji didn't know how much Ouyang Feng's strength had recovered now.

If he was in his heyday, I am afraid that the Tiangang Beidou Formation formed by the six of them might not necessarily be his opponent to Ouyang Feng.

Qiu Chuji sighed inwardly.

Looking down at the three generations of disciples below, Zhen Zhibing, who he valued the most, was poisoned and was still in a coma.

It would be great if Junior Brother Tan was still there.

The Tiangang Big Dipper Formation formed by their seven brothers and sisters was barely capable of fighting against Ouyang Feng.

"That's all?"

Jiang Ji raised his hand to block it with his elbow, then charged up and punched Sun Buer's chest at a strange angle.

Sun Buer's martial arts ranks the weakest among the Quanzhen Seven Masters.It is also for this reason that Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen Sect's Zhenjiao sword was handed over to her, which more or less enabled her to have the strength to fight against first-class masters.

Even though Sun Buer tried his best to defend, he still couldn't resist Jiang Ji's weird punch.

Seeing that the junior sister was injured.

Ma Ming seized the opportunity and made a timely move. He wanted to stab Jiang Ji in the waist with his sword.

At the same time, several senior brothers shot

Jiang Ji Lingbo turned around to dodge with small steps.

"Junior Sister, are you alright?" Ma Ming asked worriedly, protecting Sun Buer behind him.

Sun Buer shook his head: "Brother, I'm fine."

"We can't just let him go down the mountain like this."

Sun Buer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Otherwise there will definitely be another Ouyang Feng in the Jianghu."

"boom!"

With Jiang Ji's Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm, Spirit Snake Fist, and Lingbo Weibu, even a four-person sword formation couldn't do anything to Jiang Ji.

"If the formation of the Quanzhen Sect is only this level, I'm afraid I will be disappointed." Jiang Ji looked at the four of them and said.

"Insanity!"

"Senior brother, I'll end up too and catch him together." Wang Chuyi, who was watching from the steps, couldn't help but scolded.

Qiu Chuji looked at the unarmed Jiang Ji in the formation.

The brows tightened.

Could it be that today is really a catastrophe for Chongyang Palace?

The original disciples around couldn't shout any more at this moment, they looked at the masters and uncles worriedly, if even they were defeated by this Xidu heir, who would deal with the Xidu Ouyang Feng and Xidu later? successor.

This Xidu heir is already so powerful, but how strong is Xidu who just watched the battle and didn't make a move?
He looked at the old man in white who didn't shoot.

Such a terrible idea appeared in the minds of many disciples.

This is the first time they have seen other than the masters and uncles at close range, the most powerful top players in the Jianghu.

"Ji'er, don't continue to entangle with them."

"They're just trying to trap you."

"I'll capture you after you're exhausted." Ouyang Feng said.

"My child understands."

The five long swords shot at him in unison.

Jiang Ji said, "It's over."

After finishing speaking, a silver-white long sword was unsheathed in the cuff.

"Rewind!" Qiu Chuji was the first to notice the strangeness.

To everyone's surprise.

"Shh!"

A crisp sword sound sounded.

Everyone watched, not daring to miss this moment.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The four long swords were cut in half in an instant, and only the sword in Sun Bu's second hand could resist one or two.

The five Quanzhen masters backed away, looking at the long sword that he had conjured up from nowhere, feeling deeply apprehensive.

"The sword is gone."

"Do you still need to compare?" Jiang Ji asked indifferently.

The power of the sword formation of the Quanzhen five sons should not be underestimated.

The five in one, corresponding from the beginning to the end, are extremely powerful.

If there are six or seven people, I am afraid that I will not be their opponent without a weapon in my hand.

He also relied on having a good sword in his hand, otherwise, in the five-person sword formation, no matter how comfortable he was, he would not be able to defeat them so quickly.

It can only be said that they did not expect to keep a hand on their body.

The surrounding Quanzhen sect disciples watched the masters and uncles lose their weapons and fell silent. They stared angrily at Jiang Ji and his son, gritted their teeth, and held the weapons in their hands tightly. As long as there is an order, even if the two No matter how strong they are, their Quanzhen sect disciples will never die with them.

Fight to the last man.

The atmosphere froze to freezing point.

"Ok?"

"What are you all doing here?"

At this time, an untimely voice sounded, and he laughed: "Is there anything fun?"

Everyone looked at it, who is still joking at this time?

I saw that the man was dressed sloppily, with disheveled white hair, long eyebrows and long beard. He looked kind and kind, and when he smiled, he had a bit of childishness.

"Uncle Zhou!"

Seeing that person, Qiu Chuji said pleasantly.

The faces of the five Quanzhen people were overjoyed: "Uncle Zhou!"

Great, with Uncle Zhou here, the Quanzhen Sect's difficulties today may be solved.

"Old urchin!"

Seeing Zhou Botong, Ouyang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Long time no see."

"Um?!"

Seeing Ouyang Feng, Zhou Botong was taken aback.

As if seeing a poisonous snake, he quickly turned around and murmured: "I can't see me, I can't see me."

As he said that, he was about to leave on tiptoe.

Why is this old poison here, if I knew I would not come back.

So annoying.

But suddenly a hand was on his shoulder.

Zhou Botong was taken aback, his whole body tensed up, as if he had been frozen.

"Uncle Zhou, why are you back today?" Qiu Chuji asked.

Logically speaking, after the master passed away, the position of Quanzhen Sect should be held by Uncle Zhou, but Uncle Zhou was born to love to play, nicknamed "Old Naughty Boy", and ran away overnight when he learned that he was going to be the head teacher.

In the arena, the gods and dragons also see their heads but never see their tails, but they will come back occasionally these years, but they just walk away and leave.

Don't give them a chance to speak up and stay.

On weekdays, he could walk however he wanted, but today he couldn't.

"how?"

"Can't I come back?" The old urchin turned around, with a straight face, and said angrily.

But seeing his uncle was angry, Qiu Chuji hurriedly lowered his head and apologized, "I dare not."

"But today Ouyang Feng brought his adopted son to the door to provoke and injured several disciples of Quanzhen Sect. This disciple wants to ask Master Uncle to uphold justice for the disciples and let those two people go down the mountain."

The old urchin hesitated.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the old poison came to him like this and ran away like this?
Doesn't it spread that his old urchin can't beat his old poison?
He stroked his beard: "Okay then."

See what the two are whispering.

The old naughty boy Zhou Botong who was going to leave came back again.

"Old poison, let's fight!"

The old naughty boy noticed Jiang Ji, looked left and right, sometimes frowned, sometimes nodded.

Looking at Ouyang Feng, he asked, "Old Poison, is this your new adoptive son?"

(End of this chapter)