Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 125: First Trial of the Dragon Subduing Palm

"Qi Gong, don't listen to his nonsense." Huang Rong said with a wise expression: "He just learned a few tricks from Mei Chaofeng, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and he is trying to make us look fat. "

"The martial arts of the Black Wind Shuangsha are indeed not worth mentioning." Hong Qigong glanced at Wan Yankang: "But since he has learned martial arts from Mei Chaofeng, he is also a disciple of your Taohua Island disciple."

"That's right!" Huang Rong clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Damn it, you are my senior sister's apprentice, so what should you call me?"

"Dream!" Wanyankang snorted coldly: "If you want to take advantage of me, a smart-alecky yellow-haired girl is not qualified."

Huang Rong said angrily: "Who do you think is smart?"

"I'll talk to anyone who talks to me." Wanyankang sneered, "Who told you I was talking about the Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

The Nine Yin Manual is extensive and profound, and even you have never heard of the name of this chapter called Yijingu Tengguan. "

"Why are you proud?" Huang Rong said disapprovingly: "Who knows whether what you learned is true or false."

Wan Yankang mocked: "I think you can't eat grapes and call them sour."

Huang Rong shrugged: "Whatever you say, no one here has ever seen the Nine Yin Sutra, so just think that the chapter on Yijinjinguoguo is really good."

"You...are trying to make excuses, right?" Wan Yankang's tone paused, and he turned to Yan Bugui and said, "Master, this girl doubts your ability, please prove it to him."

"Um..." Yan Bugui touched the bridge of his nose: "I don't seem to have any evidence. Unless Huang Yaoshi is here, and he has the secret book of the Nine Yin Manual.

Besides, you don’t care whether it’s the Nine Yin Manual or not, as long as it’s easy to use. "

Wanyankang said angrily: "I just can't stand her smug look."

"It is." Huang Rong said matter-of-factly: "In the Huashan sword debate, even my father and Qi Gong failed in martial arts. How could others have the chance to obtain the Nine Yin Manual?"

Yan Bugui raised his eyebrows: "Girl, I don't like hearing this. Do you mean that I'm not good at martial arts?"

"Although you are also very powerful, compared to the four great masters of Dongxie, Xidu, Nandi, and Beibei, I'm afraid..." Huang Rong didn't finish her words, but her meaning was self-evident.

Because Yan Bugui and Qiu Chuji worked together to heal Wang Chuyi that day in the ruined temple, Yan Bugui's martial arts level in her mind was at most on the same level as the Quanzhen Seventh Son.

"Hey - I have such a bad temper!" Yan Bugui took a deep breath and turned to Hong Qigong: "Master Hong, as the saying goes, a Taoist lives for a breath of life, and a Buddha fights for a stick of incense. It's rare to meet each other today, so why not do some activities together before eating? How are your muscles?"

Wan Yankang pressed his shoulders: "Master, Senior Hong is one of the top four martial arts masters today. Can you... make it?"

Yan Bugui immediately became angry: "You all think I'm not good, right? So today's fight will have to happen."

He stood up and took out the purple bamboo flute: "Guild Leader Hong, please."

Hong Qigong reluctantly put down his chopsticks and said with admiration: "The old beggar heard this girl Rong'er talk about you. The young man is chivalrous, courageous, brave and resourceful. There has not been such a wonderful character in the martial arts for a long time.

I also just want to learn how you can capture the King of Gold alone with a single sword in the sky full of arrows. "

The two of them walked out of the guest room one after another and came to the center of the yard to stand facing each other.

Four young people filed out with different expressions on their faces.

Guo Jing looked worried: "Rong'er, will there be any problem?"

"Don't worry." Huang Rong consoled him, "Qi Gong is a great master, so he must be measured in his actions."

"That's right." Guo Jing looked slightly calmer.

Wan Yankang and Mu Nianci remained silent, feeling secretly nervous.

Hong Qigong, the 'Nine-fingered Divine Beggar', is powerful in the world. His master is as strong as he is strong, but he is really too young. How can he be his opponent?

"Come in." Hong Qigong relied on his status as a senior and did not want to take action first.

"Be careful." Yan Bugui stepped out with his right foot and instantly crossed the distance of ten feet. He used the flute instead of the sword and stabbed his throat with "White Clouds Out".

Hong Qigong's eyes narrowed, and he felt that the opponent's movement was so fast that he had never seen it before. He immediately turned his body slightly to the side, and while blocking with his left hand, he made a diagonal slash with his right palm.

The one he used was not the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. This was his ability to suppress the bottom of the box. It was not something that anyone could see casually. However, the palm power was still very strong and it pushed towards Yan Bugui's chest like a substance.

Yan Bugui turned his hand and drew an arc downwards, then pointed at the Shenmen point on his right wrist using the 'cutting sword' style. He intended to show off his skills to his apprentices, starting with the Huashan Sword Technique, and then demonstrated the Five Mountains Sword Techniques in the secret cave of Siguo Cliff one by one.

He had been accused of secretly learning martial arts from other sects before. He had almost never used these sword techniques since he had mastered them, but now he finally got the chance.

The sword power that has been hidden for a long time is like a flash flood, unstoppable once it is released.

The swordsmanship of the Five Mountains each has its own characteristics. Huashan Mountain is light and elegant, Songshan Mountain is wide open and closed, Taishan Mountain is majestic and ancient, the southern mountain Hengshan Mountain is changeable, and the northern mountain Hengshan Mountain is soft and dense. Hong Qigong was very surprised. Facing Yan Bugui's endless exquisite swordsmanship, he had the illusion that he had returned to the sword debate in Huashan twenty years ago.

The four young people were even more dazzled and shocked.

Only now did they realize that they had underestimated Yan Bugui's ability before.

Wan Yankang was even more ecstatic: "Huang Rong is right, I am really lucky!" '

It's getting dark.

It was a rare showdown between masters, and despite the darkness, the four young men lit torches around them, illuminating the yard as bright as day.

Under the flickering firelight, two figures crisscrossed each other.

In a short time, the two of them had fought more than three hundred moves.

Except for the Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon and the Dog-beating Stick Technique, Hong Qigong had used all his skills in his life. Unexpectedly, none of the opponent's sword techniques were repeated.

"Be careful, I'm about to use a special move!" Hong Qigong used his left palm to swing the purple bamboo flute, then slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, made a circle with his right palm and pushed it out horizontally, blowing it with a "whoosh" There was a strong wind as strong as an overwhelming force.

Astonishingly, it is the first move of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon - the dragon has regrets!

"You also receive a punch from me." Yan Bugui used his left hand to use the 'Big Demon Subduing Fist Technique' to fight bravely.

Dang~

The fists and palms exchanged, and the two fierce and ruthless internal energies collided, making a harsh sound like gold and iron, causing the four young people watching the battle to cover their ears.

As their eardrums trembled and hurt, they saw Hong Qigong retreating out, while Yan Bugui stood there unmoving, as steady as a mountain.

The four young men were shocked.

"How is that possible!" Huang Rong couldn't help but widen her eyes: "His skill is actually stronger than Qi Gong!"

Hong Qigong also had a look of disbelief on his face. Wang Chongyang has passed away many years ago. Dongxie, Xidu, and Nandi are all on par with him in terms of skill. It is absolutely impossible to defeat him like this.

'Good guy! Where did this little monster come from? At such a young age, not only is his swordsmanship superb, but his internal strength is also so deep! Am I really old? '

Hong Qigong was startled and suspicious, and Yan Bugui took advantage of the situation to pursue him. The 'Shen Feng Xing' brought up many afterimages and launched a sudden attack on him from all directions.

"Good movement!" Hong Qigong took a deep breath and used his full strength to perform "Dense Clouds, No Rain".

As he turned on the spot, he quickly pushed out his left and right palms alternately. Suddenly, the power of his palms surged like a violent wind, sweeping in all directions, forcing Yan Bugui to find it difficult to get close.

"Eh~" Huang Rong suddenly realized that there was a pair of deep footprints where Yan Bugui stood when he took over.

It turned out that it was not that Qi Gong's internal energy was weak, but that Yan Bugui might have used some method to secretly release the internal energy from his feet to the ground.

"Good palm skills!" Yan Bugui's afterimage suddenly became one, and he swept towards Hong Qigong from the left and stabbed his temple quickly with the 'Xiyi Sword Technique'.

boom!

Zizhuxiao was blocked by Hong Qigong's backhand attack with the "Dragon Swinging Tail". He jumped up and struck out with a "Flying Dragon in the Sky" palm from mid-air.

The unrivaled force of the palm fell down like a mountain on its head.

Yan Bugui did not dodge or evade, and stabbed upward with the "Tian Shen Hanging Upside Down" style.

The power of the sword was like a nine-day waterfall rolling backwards, tearing apart the power of the Dragon Subduing Palm in one fell swoop, like ripping brocade silk. Then the left fist exploded with force.

boom!

The fists and palms clashed again, and Hong Qigong flipped out of the air and landed two feet away. Yan Bugui remained motionless while running the "Unloading Technique", which further confirmed Huang Rong's suspicion about him.

"The food is about to get cold, take my last move and shock Baili." The moment he landed, Hong Qigong kicked off his right foot fiercely. As he spoke, he leaned up to Yan Bugui and pushed flat with his palms.

This is the most powerful move among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

"Come on!" Yan Bugui raised his hand and threw the purple bamboo flute into the air. He also thrust out both palms, and launched the 'Shi Potian Shocking Hunyuan Palm'.

boom!

The two majestic internal forces were accompanied by four palm strikes, which echoed in the center of the courtyard like a muffled thunderous explosion.

Hong Qigong's body shook violently, and he took three steps back before he could stabilize his body.

Yan Bugui also staggered back a step under the backlash of an internal energy that could not be dispelled by the 'Removal of Zi Jue'.

Hong Qigong had already seen some clues with his profound martial arts experience, and knew that Yan Bugui's skill was actually on par with his, but even so it was astonishing enough.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. The old beggar hasn't had such a happy fight with someone in a long time!"

Yan Bugui stretched out his hand to catch the purple bamboo flute that fell from the sky, turned it over between his fingers, and said, "It's a pity that I couldn't get a full view of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Hong Qigong laughed loudly: "The second sword debate in Huashan is not far away. Are you afraid that we won't have a fight then?"

(End of this chapter)