At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Good fellows, those who have settled their grudges haven't started fighting yet, but you big guys who are the finale have already started fighting.

Ouyang Feng's punch through the air collided with Hong Qigong's palm towards the sky. The powerful overflowing energy swept out in an instant with the roar of a dragon, tearing the red carpet into pieces all over the sky and rushing in all directions.

hiss!
The people outside the stands felt their breathing suddenly stagnated by the powerful energy, and when they caught their breath, they all gasped.

The Beggar of the North and the Poison of the West are so terrifying!
If the fight between Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong over there was illusory, a battle of speed and sophistication, then the fight between Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong in front of them was a pure contest of strength.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ouyang Feng's punch from mid-air was blocked by Fei Long Zai Tian's palm. His face turned red in an instant, and he fell to the ground in the distance, shouting three "good"s angrily.

Hong Qigong was also feeling uncomfortable. He felt his right arm suddenly go numb. The fierce punch not only made his face flush, but also unloaded powerful force on the ground, shattering the blue bricks under his feet.

After one move, the two were evenly matched. At this moment, they were the focus of everyone's attention. They stood ten feet apart, their eyes met, and sparks flew.

"Come again!!"

Ouyang Feng shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, his eyes were like lightning, and his aura was unleashed, his black robe fluttered in the wind, and his gray hair flew wildly.

As he spoke, he bent his hands into claws and placed them at shoulder level. His bloated body suddenly floated in the air, level with the ground.

He fell slowly, as if a huge force of ten thousand pounds was pressing down on the ground. A stream of tangible and invisible air rose from under him and spread out in all directions along the blue brick floor.

Under the gazes of the heroes, Ouyang Feng's eyes widened, his cheeks and neck swelled like a ball, and a "cluck" sound came out of his mouth. A violent aura emanated from his whole body, and the air around him seemed to be oppressed by the momentum and became slightly distorted.

In the stands, the heroes were stunned and shocked. They all abandoned the nowhere to be found Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong and focused their attention on the two top masters in the field - Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong.

"Is this Toad Kung Fu?"

Fentianyu's face was solemn as he stared intently, then he turned his head to look at the young man in the crown beside him and asked softly.

After hearing the voice, the three elders Suluzhi, Yan Hongshou and Jin Buhuan behind him all looked over with inquiring eyes.

In terms of strength, the three of them were slightly inferior to the Five Great Masters three years ago. If they had not been hiding their thoughts and had used all their strength when they besieged Niu Dingtian, they would have probably thrown him into the sea to feed the fish.

But at this moment, their martial arts skills would either improve or regress. If they were to fight Ouyang Feng alone, they believed they would not be able to survive more than a thousand moves.

Niu Dingtian nodded upon hearing this, then his sword-like eyebrows slightly frowned, and he sighed softly: "When I took Toad Kung Fu from him three years ago, this martial art was not yet perfected. Judging from his current strength, it should be not far away."

"Just comparing the original creation of Toad Kung Fu and the level he has reached, he is better than Hong Qigong. If it weren't for the old poisonous creature's vicious heart and his unscrupulous pursuit of magic skills, I would have wanted to recruit him to work with me on the business."

While Niu Dingtian was speaking, Hong Qigong in the distance had a solemn expression and stood still. He slightly turned sideways, took a step forward with his left leg, and tightly grasped the dog-beating stick in his right hand. He activated his profound skills and exuded a majestic momentum that pressed over.

"Toad Escape!!"

Suddenly, a rumbling thunder roared, and Ouyang Feng moved!

His bloated body shot out like an arrow from a bow, and his hands pushed rapidly repeatedly. A powerful energy surged out like a raging wave. Wherever the energy passed, the ground cracked and dust flew.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Hong Qigong was not afraid at all. He shouted loudly, with a faint roar of an angry dragon.

He suddenly slapped his left palm forward, and a golden dragon-shaped energy roared up, rushing towards Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill with a devastating momentum.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, two powerful forces collided with each other in an instant, and the violent force that erupted surged out like a mighty wave.

The martial arts of both of them were extremely strong and masculine, domineering and fierce. After this powerful attack, the whole square seemed to be shaken by this powerful force. The people outside the stands changed color and retreated involuntarily.

"Come again!"

The light faded, the dust dissipated, Ouyang Feng shouted loudly, and with his fist as sharp as a blade, he pounced on Hong Qigong again.

Hong Qigong was full of vigor and did not flinch. A faint green light flew out from his hand and landed steadily beside Lu Youjiao. Then he used both palms to push forward, with Qi wrapping around his body, and attacked with the sound of dragon roar.

The two men fought together in an instant, their figures intertwined, and their energy overflowed. From time to time, the roar of dragons and the cry of toads could be heard. Everyone at the entire conference was stunned.

Originally, there were only rumors about Niu Dingtian's duel with others in Xiangyang City, but now that they were in front of the scene of the fight between the five great masters, everyone was deeply shocked by this shocking battle between these masters.

As for the fight between Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong, their fighting was so elusive that it was hard to find a ghost. How could there be such an exciting duel where every punch and every move was powerful and every move was overwhelming?

"Qiu Chuji!!"

"When else would you go on stage?"

On the high platform, Zhu Cong and Han Baoju were fascinated by the fight below the stage, when they were suddenly awakened by their eldest brother's angry shout.

"boom!"

Ke Zhen'e smashed the ground with his staff, smashing the wooden board of the platform through. He turned toward the place where Qiu Chuji had spoken earlier and shouted angrily:
"Let them fight theirs, let us fight ours, and we won't interfere with each other. Do you, the Quanzhen Sect, really want to be cowards in front of all the heroes today?"

wonderful!

Another good show!
This conference was worth the trip!

This was the thought that popped up in the minds of all the heroes at the same time. Except for the Mongolian envoy area, where Jebe and Tolui were still unhappy about what Niu Dingtian had said, all the other guests exclaimed that it was wonderful.

"presumptuous!!"

Qiu Chuji's fair face suddenly became as dark as iron. He stared angrily at the figure on the platform and shouted sternly, "How can the Quanzhen Sect allow a blind man like you to humiliate us! Today, I want to see how much you have improved in the past three years!"

After saying this, he exerted some strength in his right hand, broke free from his senior brother Ma Yu's pull, flicked his sleeves, and leaped onto the stage. After performing the Golden Goose Technique, his figure soared three feet into the air, galloped thirty-seven steps in the air, and in just two breaths, he had already landed on the high platform.

"What a light gong!"

Someone behind me couldn't help but admire.

It has to be said that apart from the swift and unpredictable steps of Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong in their fight, the Golden Goose Skill performed by Qiu Chuji was the most eye-opening to those present.

Seeing this, Han Xiaoying withdrew her gaze from the fierce fight in the arena and stared towards the platform.

The next moment, she took a step forward, as if she was about to fly but had not yet taken off. Her white shadow was as swift as a flying duck and as elusive as a god, as if a light cloud covering the sun or floating like snow blown by the wind.

Suddenly, a white shadow holding a sword appeared and stood solemnly on the high platform like a crane.

This kind of elusive and godly movement was extremely swift and beautiful. When performed by a beautiful woman, it really looked like an immortal figure. Everyone was startled when they saw it, and they all gasped when they realized what was happening.

"Wait a minute, do it!"

Ma Yu stared and shouted, then stood up quickly, clasped his fists towards Niu Dingtian and said sternly: "Han Lady's martial arts are no longer what they used to be, how can it be fair to fight four against one? I hope that Master Niu will allow the Quanzhen Sect to send out two more people!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the venue looked at him in surprise, followed by a round of boos.

Niu Dingtian's face darkened slightly. He turned his head and looked directly at Ma Yu with a pair of bright eyes. He said in a cold voice:
"They all have life-and-death feuds with each other, so what does it have to do with others? Do you really want to treat the original agreement as bullshit?"

Ma Yu's face flashed with anger. He held back his fellow disciples who were about to explode, gritted his teeth, and insisted, "The seven Quanzhen disciples are of the same blood. If one of them is in trouble, how can the other six abandon him?"

"If that doesn't work, I, the Quanzhen Sect, will admit defeat in this fight. I will try my best to satisfy whatever compensation Mr. Ke wants. I also ask Sect Leader Niu to help me!"

Ma Yu knew that once these words were spoken, the Quanzhen Sect would lose all face, but when he saw Han Xiaoying's elusive figure just now, he immediately realized that this move was much more mysterious than the combined attack of the three women he had seen the night before.

If it was just pure speed, it was hard to find any trace now. This woman only needed to be a guerrilla fighter at the side, and his junior brother would not be able to survive a hundred moves under the combined attack of four people.

This is just a bullshit competition of internal strength!
In order to save his fellow apprentice's life, Ma Yu could only take a gamble. He bet that Niu Dingtian would not do it himself in front of the crowd of heroes because it was the day of the founding of the sect.

After his uncle Zhou had enough fun and Huang Yaoshi's anger had subsided, he believed that with the arrogance of the East Evil, he would never do anything like bullying the few with the majority or the small with the big.

Niu Dingtian was almost laughing out of anger.

I have already told you the rules, and you, a big-nosed guy, come and act like a rogue with me?
After taking a breath, he glanced at Ma Yu and said expressionlessly, "This leader once swore to take Qiu Chuji's head with his own hands. Now that he has not taken action, he is already showing his status. If Master Ma still cannot see the seriousness of the matter, why don't you all come together and fight with this leader first?"

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Chongyang, the innate master, was hiding in the dark, and he would make too many enemies if he attacked directly, he really wanted to slap him.

He has always been the only one who acts like a rogue in front of others, so how could he tolerate others acting like a rogue in front of him?

Ma Yu's face froze, and he was about to speak, but Ke Zhen'e on the high platform could no longer bear it and shouted angrily: "Why would I drink with you Quanzhen Sect worthless people? I am really blind!"

"Don't wait any longer! Get started!"

The last sentence was directed at Zhu Cong and Han Baoju. After he finished speaking, the iron rod in his hand swept towards Qiu Chuji first.

"Ding~"

After hearing the insults, Qiu Chuji's eyes became even colder. He drew his sword and swung it out. Sparks flew in an instant, and Ke Zhen'e's iron rod was almost knocked out of his hand.

Han Baoju did not hesitate, and swung the Golden Dragon Whip in his hand, rolling towards Qiu Chuji's neck. Seeing this, Zhu Cong attacked his waist and abdomen with one hand and attacked his lower body with the other hand.

Han Xiaoying's beautiful eyes sparkled, and although her right hand had grasped the hilt of the sword, the blade did not come out of the sheath. She just stood quietly aside, ready to strike.

This move was instructed by Niu Dingtian.

It was precisely because of this that Qiu Chuji in the field held back only 50% of his strength in every move, always on guard against attacks from this side, which made him feel extremely frustrated.

"Kanglong has regrets!!"

"Toad Whirlwind Kick!"

"die!"

"boom!!"

Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong's sudden big move once again caused a huge commotion. Ma Yu was horrified, gritted his teeth, and winked at his junior brothers Wang Chuyi and Tan Chuduan.

The two men looked at each other, and without paying any attention to Niu Dingtian on the stands, they simultaneously used the Golden Goose Skill to fly towards the platform.

Niu Dingtian sneered, but did not stop. He turned his head and nodded to Suluzhi, his new protector, and the old man immediately understood.

"Hahaha, I've heard of the great reputation of the Seven True Ones. I'm here to learn from them!"

A hearty laugh suddenly resounded throughout the square. Wang Chuyi and Tan Chuduan had just moved halfway when they were blocked by Suluzhi.

The old man looked at the two juniors in front of him with a smile. Although he said that he learned from them, he only blocked their way and did not take the initiative to attack.

As the former protector of Manichaeism, he has to maintain some dignity. However, if a junior takes the initiative, he will not be polite.

Ma Yu's face changed when he saw the situation, and he looked at Niu Dingtian, but the man was watching the fight between the Western Poison and the Northern Beggar with great interest, and did not even look at him. (End of this chapter)