Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 166 Looking towards the balcony (910)

Hearing these words, the old scholar's tone couldn't help turning cold, and said coldly: "Of course I have a share, but at this point, if you say anything compassionate, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Swish!
  Hearing what the old scholar said, everyone couldn't help but pause and remained silent. The atmosphere also became gloomy. On the balcony, for a while, the only sound was the sound of incense ashes falling into the incense burner. It was extremely quiet.

Whoosh!
  I don't know how much time had passed before a low sound of wind came quietly, waking up these silent old men and breaking the silence between them.

Everyone looked around and saw seven figures riding the wind not far away, gradually approaching. The person in the front is a middle-aged man with gray beard and hair, Wang Chongyang, the leader of Quanzhen Sect; behind him is a young man dressed as a Taoist and a woman in aqua clothes; and behind them, a The middle-aged man wearing a crown and an evil green-robed man were almost indistinguishable from each other; in the end, an old beggar who was dressed in rags but extremely clean, holding a green bamboo stick and the middle-aged man clutching a snake staff followed suit. , all the seven masters were so tired that they were sweating profusely, and their clothes were wet with sweat, but they still kept walking and headed straight towards the balcony.

Before going to the balcony, and before lighting the incense candles, white lines had been drawn with white paint. Many masters guarding the balcony noticed the arrival of the seven masters, and their expressions became stern.

Swish!
  At this moment, only the last small piece of the incense candle in the incense burner was left. If he could not step onto the balcony within this last time, he would eventually be eliminated.

Little bits of incense ash continue to spread and fall into the incense burner. The fragrant aroma is blown by the mountain wind and overflows.

Wang Chongyang took the lead and charged at the forefront of the crowd. He noticed at a glance that the incense was about to burn out. At that moment, he mustered up the last strength in his body and rushed straight towards the balcony.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
  His feet stepped on the solid ground, making continuous muffled sounds. In an instant, Wang Chongyang's figure that had gradually stagnated suddenly accelerated and turned into a sharp phantom. Before the six masters had time to react, they saw him rushing into the white line.

"Congratulations to Master Chongyang." Seeing Wang Chongyang enter the procession, among the experts on the balcony, the old man who looked like a nobleman from the sky raised his hands and congratulated.

This person is Lord Zhao of the Zhao family in Shanxi. By blood, he is the direct descendant of Zhao Kuangyin, the founder of the Song Dynasty in the past.

Although most of the Zhao family has long since been lost, and only a few remnants are left lingering in the south of the Yangtze River, the Zhao family in Shanxi has still won the respect of people in the world, and no one dares to offend them.

"You're welcome, Sir." Wang Chongyang said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

As he spoke, he clasped his hands in his fists, saluted slightly to the others, and then found a smooth round stone to sit on, secretly practicing his exercises to restore his physical strength and skills.

Whoosh!
  Within the time of these few words, most of the incense candle that had been burned was burned again, leaving only the last flame swaying.

At this moment, Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying held hands and rushed into the balcony.

Lin Chaoying's steps changed, and her originally airy steps suddenly turned into the steps of an immortal. Her beautiful silhouette flashed and she rushed straight into the balcony. Along with this, Zhu Hefeng, whose footsteps were full of phantoms, also stepped into it.

"Congratulations to both of you." The old monk congratulated.

Zhu Hefeng smiled and nodded, saying: "Master Wufa is too polite."

Master Enlightenment of Buddhism is a well-known living Bodhisattva in Buddhism. He is good at charity, has acquired profound medical skills, and has helped countless people.

Even the masters of the underworld in the world must be polite when talking about this master.

Swish!
  Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying turned their eyes and looked around at everyone present. Then they followed Wang Chongyang's footsteps and found a larger stone to sit down on, secretly doing their exercises.

When Lin Chaoying saw that she was facing the balcony, she felt even more uncomfortable as her sweat-wet clothes stuck to her body. White smoke rises from her smooth and delicate body, intending to use her inner strength to dry the clothes.

For a moment, on the balcony, I saw three masters exercising their skills respectively. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the void continued to gather into their bodies under the guidance of the three masters, restoring the huge consumption of skills.

Above each other's heads, billowing white smoke came out.

Snapped!Snapped!
  Just as Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying sat down, Duan Zhixing and Huang Yaoshi, who were originally entangled, mustered up their courage and rushed into the balcony.

Of these two, one is a man of profound family knowledge and superb martial arts; the other is a genius with extraordinary martial arts. Now that he started to use Qinggong, he was extremely fast, almost rushing into the balcony in no particular order.

"Disciple has met the master." Huang Yaoshi entered the balcony. Without waiting for a place to practice his kung fu, he came to the old scholar and bowed his hands respectfully.

There is a person in the martial arts world who is extremely talented. No matter what he learns, he is very fast. He is almost a thousand miles away. However, only his martial arts, restricted by his weak body, has never been able to reach the peak.

He is called Wanjuan Scholar!

His martial arts skills are not very high, but he is very knowledgeable about the world's secrets. He can be said to be the number one talent in the martial arts world.

But unexpectedly, he turned out to be Huang Yaoshi's master.

Only a person like Wanjuan Scholar can train a genius like Huang Yaoshi. If you look carefully, you can even notice the strange similarities between their eyebrows.

"Disciple, you are very good." Scholar Wanjuan looked deeply at his disciple, his eyes full of complicated and difficult-to-understand emotions, and in the end he only uttered five words.

"It's all because of the master's teachings." Huang Yaoshi, who had always been evil and didn't take etiquette seriously, maintained the attitude a disciple should have in front of his teacher.

After saying hello respectfully, he sat cross-legged without caring about the wet and cold ground and practiced his skills secretly.

Brush and pull!

In just a few words, the incense candle that was originally similar to a small stick in the incense burner had only the last sparks left.

At this time, Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were still some distance away from the balcony, and they saw that the incense was about to go out.

Both of them couldn't help but feel anxious!
  Hong Qigong stepped on the stone with his feet, jumped up, and headed towards the balcony. His figure was gliding in mid-air, getting closer and closer to the balcony.

There was even a hint of joy between Hong Qigong's brows.

However, at this moment, Ouyang Feng, who had been keeping quiet along the way, suddenly took action!
  boom!
  The snake staff in Ouyang Feng's hand turned into a bolt of lightning and hit Hong Qigong's back with such force and force that it made a sound in the air.

(End of this chapter)