Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 174 Martial Arts Leader ([-])
"Oh~"

Long Peng laughed softly, and only heard the loud sound of "bang--", and saw several pieces of gravel being engulfed by the pool water and pressed towards him, which startled the warriors nearby and hurriedly dodged, fearing that they would be hurt. Looking at the food and drink on the table, he couldn't help frowning. He was a little speechless towards Qiao Feng and the others, then he raised his hand and swept a wind wall in front of him, blocking it firmly, attracting many people to cast curious eyes.

Because Yang Xiao was sitting next door, many people in the courtyard were paying attention to this side all the time. Among them, Miejue Shitai, who had a personal grievance with Yang Xiao, never left her eyes for almost a moment, and there seemed to be burning flames in her eyes.

Seeing Long Peng's ingenious means of extreme luck just now, Miejue Shitai frowned.

'This person doesn't show his real mask, and sits so close to that thief Yang Xiao, isn't he a member of the Demon Cult? '

Think about this.

Miejue Shitai got 12 energized and stared at Long Peng and the others, feeling uncomfortable for others to see.

'The extinct old nun's eyes look terrified? '

How keen is Long Peng's perception?Coupled with Miejue Shitai's undisguised eyes, he didn't care whether he wanted to or not.

"Sir, why is the head of the Emei Sect staring at us all the time? Could it be that he has taken a fancy to you?" Su Quan said with a smile.

"It should be the one next door..."

Long Peng casually pointed to Yang Xiao next door who closed his eyes and healed his wounds. Of course he heard it, but now he was busy healing his internal injuries and getting rid of the "Xuanming Zhenqi" that had damaged the Taoist before. Su Quan smiled coquettishly, her straight smile trembled wildly, and her winking eyes were like silk, attracting all the people in the world to look at her, but after seeing her face, she took a breath of cold air, and the reverie in her heart instantly Disappointed, he quickly withdrew his gaze, and what's more, he wanted to wash his eyes.

Su Quan naturally noticed it, but she didn't care. She gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white and flawless arms, and poured a glass of wine gently.

"Sir, whoever wins, Master Qiao or the demon monk?"

"This one……"

The clear wine flowed down his throat and lower abdomen, and there was a trace of water mist in the reddish eyes of the dragon pendant, which seemed a little drunk. He stared at the two fighting fiercely, breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, and said in a deep voice, "If it is normal, then Yang Wei is by no means Qiao Feng's opponent, but he just had a fight with the old man who was damaged, and he looked as fierce as a normal person, but in fact, he should have suffered more serious injuries than Yang Xiao, if it was within [-] strokes , the two still can't tell the winner, Qiao Feng will definitely lose."

"Oh?"

Su Quan raised his eyebrows, his tone was a little surprised, but his eyes were filled with a casual smile, "Sir, in your opinion, how can you win against these two people?"

With a calm expression on his face, Long Peng said lightly, "Qiao Feng made a strong attack, and there was a glimmer of life in one go. Yang Pei defended firmly, and won the victory without showing any flaws."

"So, Mister has taken a fancy to that demon monk?" Su Quan asked in surprise, "I thought Mister would like Chief Qiao..."

"Ah……"

Long Peng shook his head with a smile, playing with taste, "When did I say that I don't like Chief Qiao?"

"Oh?" Su Quan became more interested, and asked, "Then what did the gentleman say just now?"

"In a life-and-death fight, the changes are particularly complicated. You have to fight to know who will win."

hold head high--

The sound of dragon chant resounded all over the field.

Qiao Feng's tiger body stood proudly on the water, blood frost was faintly visible on his mouth and nose, he ignored it, pushed his internal energy with all his strength, his beard and hair danced wildly, he saw his arms spread out, and terrifying true energy gushed out from his palms, shocking The people watching around had goosebumps all over their bodies.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Qiao Feng has been fighting on the battlefield for so many years, so he naturally knows this truth.

Now that he has reached his limit, he has no choice but to try his best and give it a go, with the intention of winning with one move!

'This smelly beggar, what a madman...'

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Yang Lian Zhenjia's chubby face. He didn't want to trade his life with Qiao Feng, but now that he admits defeat, the consequences are not something he can bear, so he gritted his teeth and quickly formed seals with his palms.

hum-

I saw Yang Lian Zhenjia's bright red monk robe couldn't move, and a faint golden light burst out from his body. When the light solidified, his whole body seemed to be transformed into a golden Buddha.

Those who are strong and incapable of cutting off will become the might of a diamond.

——Esoteric Mahamudra, Vajra Seal! !
hold head high--

Qiao Feng pushed his palms horizontally, and used the "Kanglong Yougui" move with great fire, the golden dragon shadow led a thousand troops to break through the formation and charged towards Yang Lian Zhenjia, only to hear "bang, bang, bang..." burst out from the pond. A series of water jets.

Bang-! ! !
Yang Lian Zhenjia's whole body was slapped by the fierce palm force and slid backwards, and the golden light on his body was cracked inch by inch.

"call……"

Yang Lian Zhenjia secretly heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes gradually turned into excitement, in his opinion Qiao Feng was at the end of his battle, and if he took this blow with all his strength, he could only let himself be slaughtered.

Think about this.

Yang Lian Zhenjia became more and more excited, just when he was about to change the printing method and inflicted serious damage on Qiao Feng, he saw Qiao Feng kicked up a wave of water several feet high, and his whole body flew into the air like a wild goose, and for a moment "ang—ang ——” The dragon chant resounded through the sky.

Yang Lian Zhenjia was horrified, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, "He...how did he..."

hold head high--

The resounding dragon chant exploded, but he saw Qiao Feng flying down, already unstoppable, with both palms flying, and using the move "Flying Dragon in the Sky", like a dragon head made of gold, slammed into Yang Lian Zhenjia fiercely, Hearing the loud bang of "Boom -", the deep water of the pool rushed towards the shore, and the waves hit the Superman who covered his head and face.

"Huhuhu..."

Qiao Feng's chest was panting violently like a bellows, his eye sockets were slightly red, and hot sweat dripped all over his body. He was staring at the position where he had fought just now, not daring to relax for a moment.

Qiao Feng is not like Guo Jing, who can stack "Kanglong Yougui" to thirteen layers of palm strength, but he can turn "Flying in the Sky" into the "Kanglong Yougui" variation move, making this move The remaining palm strength is superimposed on "Flying Dragon in the Sky".

To rigid to fierce, to yang to fierce! !

"Amitabha, Master Qiao's martial arts has improved again..."

"Master Sanzang" Da Yiba sighed faintly, walked on the water, every step he took, left an afterimage of his figure in place, obviously his lightness kung fu status is very powerful.

Qiao Feng cheered up, he still couldn't lose, a pair of tigers stared hugely.

"Amitabha……"

Dayiba clasped his hands together, lowered his head and recited scriptures, reached out and grabbed Yang Lian Zhenjia who had sunk to the bottom of the water, and his life and death were unknown. The meaning of peak passing.

Zhao Mindai's brows frowned, obviously she didn't expect Yang Lian Zhenjia to lose like this, looking at the mocking eyes around her, she felt a little headache, and said sideways, "Blood knife, you go up!"

Patriarch Xuedao was startled slightly, looking at the handsome Zhao Min with a bulging chest, a lewd smile appeared in his eyes, and then he was afraid of being spotted by her, so he quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, "Princess don't worry, little monk will go now Kill that dog son of Qiao Mou!"

After all, he jumped lightly and came to Qiao Feng, with a sinister smile on his face, which made people feel terrified.

"Master Qiao, have you washed your neck?"

"Humph!"

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, his eyes were filled with disgust, just as he was about to speak, he heard Huang Rong shout, "Guard Qiao, let's go and rest."

He was slightly taken aback, seeing that it was Huang Rong who spoke, nodded, and flew off the field, making the expression on the blood knife ancestor's face a bit ugly.

"Guangzhu Huang, what is the meaning of this? Qiao can still fight." Qiao Feng said in a deep voice.

Looking at his trembling hands, Huang Rong sighed inwardly, "Just now the leader of the Left Alliance of the Five Sacred Sword League came to me and said that he is willing to fight on stage."

"Zuo Lengchan..."

Qiao Feng was startled, looked sideways at the middle-aged man in red who flew into the arena, and frowned.

He has been the head of the East Beggar Clan for nearly ten years, and he doesn't dare to say he knows everything about the affairs and people in the Jianghu, but he can be regarded as understanding, and he is especially displeased with Zuo Lengchan's usual methods.

……

"Young master, our people are lost."

Long Peng nodded, not surprised at all, and said calmly, "If you lose it, just lose it, it doesn't matter."

previously.

Ding Chunqiu who wanted to come over to make trouble seemed to have seen Wu Yazi, before he got off the sedan chair and came out, he immediately turned around and fled.

There is quite a bit of anticlimactic meaning in it.

see.

Wu Yazi immediately chased him out, and he was bound to make the traitor who had disabled him for 30 years pay the price.

Long Peng thought that Wu Yazi would not fall into the trap, so he sent people to follow him, but those two people were both skilled in lightness kung fu, and it was normal for his subordinates to be unable to catch up.

"Hmm...how did Zuo Lengchan come on stage?"

Finding that this person went up, Long Peng felt a little surprised and fell into deep thought.

a long time.

But I saw a pretty little girl in Tsing Yi stepping in.

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Seeing the person coming, Long Peng was slightly taken aback, "Why are you here?"

Lin Suqin lowered her head, and said a little embarrassedly, "Staying in the inn is too boring, so I just wanted to take a look, but I brought people over, and mixed into the crowd in batches, no one noticed."

"This……"

Long Peng patted the little girl's head helplessly, sighed, and was about to speak when he saw that Zuo Lengchan had actually defeated the ancestor of the blood knife and was fighting He Biweng, he was suddenly surprised.

"What's wrong, big brother?"

"nothing……"

Long Peng shook his head and looked sideways at Zhao Min and the others. Seeing that their expressions were normal and there was nothing unusual, he couldn't help wondering if he was too suspicious. Just when he looked away, he suddenly found a tall, thin and scrawny man beside Zhao Min. The eyebrowless old monk stared at him slightly startled.

"Infinite Life Buddha..."

The browless old monk seemed to have noticed it, and slowly raised his head. With eyes as bright as stars, he looked at the dragon tent through layers of night. He smiled slightly, and he looked very kind-hearted.

"What happened, master?"

Zhao Min noticed his abnormality and asked in doubt.

"nothing."

The eyebrowless old monk shook his head, looked at Zhao Min with a very kind expression, and said with a smile, "The little princess has done a good job this time. When the poor monk returns, I will ask the master to accept the little princess as a disciple."

"Really?"

Zhao Min's eyes suddenly lit up, so bright, and then quickly dimmed, "Master, you old man, don't make fun of me, I have messed up everything this time, thank God for not punishing me..."

The eyebrowless old monk smiled and said, "Young princess don't need to underestimate yourself, this time things have been done very well, besides, the emperor likes the little princess so much, how can he be willing to punish him?"

Zhao Min smiled embarrassedly.

"Brother, brother, he was seriously injured."

Dayiba slowly retracted his internal energy to his dantian, and after seeing the eyebrowless old monk dressed as an ascetic, he walked over quickly with a respectful expression.

"It's time for him to suffer, so just leave it alone..."

"This……"

Dayiba was startled, bowed his head and said, "Yes."

"Ah."

The eyebrowless old monk nodded slightly, raised his eyes and looked around, and said slowly, "It's getting late, let's go when Mr. He comes down."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

"My little monk has seen Master Vajra."

Jiumozhi stepped forward quickly, clasped his palms together and saluted, and asked in a deep voice, "Dare to ask the master why he left like this, the little monk hasn't made a move yet."

"Ming Wang, I am being polite."

Seeing a smile on the timid and wrinkled old face of the "Vajra Master" who came, he bowed back, and then slowly said, "If King Ming wants to stay and compete with others, it is feasible, but the little princess and the old man It's time to leave."

"This……"

Jiumozhi was puzzled, at this moment the Crane Biweng took the initiative to admit defeat and stepped down.

She timidly looked sideways at Zhao Min and nodded, she immediately understood, her face gradually became gloomy, she gave the people around her a hard look, cursed a few times in a low voice, and immediately waved her big hand with anxiety in her brows , "We people!!"

Before Qunhao could react, when Zhao Min and the others were really about to leave, there was a sudden burst of cheers, and some people kept provoking, "kindly" greeting the eighteen generations of Zhao Min and the others' ancestors.

"What kind of medicine are these people selling in the gourd? Just leave?"

Huang Rong was suspicious by nature, she only thought it was weird, but she couldn't figure it out for a while, her eyebrows went deeper and deeper, recalling Zhao Min's ugly expression when she just left, she murmured, "Could it be that the Mongolian army came out of what is the problem?"

In just over ten breaths, Huang Rong had already thought about it countless times, and a brainstorm started in her mind.

"Boss Huang..."

Xie Feng got closer, coughed twice, saw that she was still in deep thought, and yelled helplessly, then she came back to her senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to announce that the leader of the left alliance is the leader of the martial arts?"

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zuo Lengchan standing proudly on the stage, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she felt uneasy, "Could it be that Zuo Lengchan is a running dog of Mongolia?"

at this time.

Seeing a young gentleman with a figure like a pine tree and a face like a crown of jade falling in front of Zuo Lengchan, he lightly waved the folding fan in his hand and said with a light smile, "Gusu Murongfu, I'm asking for advice."

Zuo Lengchan's smile froze on his face, his face was livid.

"Why did Mr. Murong go up? Isn't it all over?"

"You are stupid, Mr. Murong must be going up to want the position of the martial arts leader."

"That's right, Guo Daxia said earlier that anyone can be on stage, and heroes are judged by martial arts!"

"Wudang Emei Shaolin...the masters of these big factions haven't played yet. In my opinion, I'm afraid they will fight until tomorrow."

……

Looking at the group of heroes whose eyes were gradually glowing with wildfire, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned pale.

(End of this chapter)