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Chapter 222: Cage, masters from various countries

His eyes were focused on Piaomiao Peak.

Only the long cry was heard, but the person was not seen.

Hong Chen frowned slightly, turned around and said, "Do you want to go up, or wait for me downstairs?"

"I won't go. I'll wait for my brother to come back." Yi Lin responded obediently and took two steps back.

Looking at Cao Zhengchun again, he took the initiative to say, "Sir, please go ahead. I will definitely take good care of Miss Yilin."

"Thank you."

After saying that, Hong Chen stepped forward, stepped on the void, and flew straight up.

At the same time, not only Hong Chen, but other martial arts masters with profound skills also flew up.

As for others with average martial arts skills, they can only climb the mountain through narrow paths.

However, there was only one path leading up the mountain, and it could only accommodate one person, so crowding, collisions and quarrels were inevitable. In addition, the martial arts from different countries were not familiar with each other and were unwilling to give in to each other, so it quickly turned into a gunfight.

The bloodshed was finally stopped until Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang Sect of the Yuan Dynasty gave up his martial arts and went up the mountain to mediate with several fellow disciples and Wudang disciples.

The status of Wudang Sect is very unique among all countries.

This is because there is an old Taoist priest in Wudang who has traveled to various countries and eliminated demons everywhere.

Song Yuanqiao himself gave up and quickly went up the mountain, and everyone was convinced. Finally, representatives from the martial arts circles of various countries were sent out, and it was agreed that they would line up and go up the mountain in order of country.

As for how to rank the martial arts sects of various countries, it is up to each country to discuss it internally.

At this time, no one was making a fuss, because those who were better in martial arts had already used their lightness skills to go up the mountain.

however.

It is not easy to climb the mountain without taking the shortcut.

Piaomiao Peak is steep, and requires extremely high skills in lightness and internal strength.

Furthermore, when it was halfway through the flight, mechanical arrows were shot out.

Hong Chen used sword energy to protect his body and ignored the arrows, but others might not do the same.

So, after a while, the climbers could see the master with arrows all over his body falling from the air, falling straight down, shouting in despair.

This scene made some people turn pale.

However, there is no room for turning back on the mountain path, and the dense crowd of people behind them will not give them a way down the mountain.

This is the real dilemma.

Hong Chen was the first to land on the top of the mountain.

What you see is still the Lingjiu Palace that was once a sprawling palace, but with the passage of time, many of the palaces have collapsed and everything is desolate.

A huge crack appeared in the center of the wide training ground. Looking inside, it was pitch black and bottomless.

It is the so-called treasure trove that was dug out from the mountain.

Phew! !

Before I could think about it, another long cry rose from the mountain.

Just as Hong Chen was about to enter, he felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and then he heard the sound of a toad as loud as a bell.

I turned around instantly and saw a figure parallel to the ground rushing towards me.

With his sword-like eyebrows raised, Hong Chen struck out with a palm.

The surging energy is like waves rolling back and forth.

The opponent rolled for several weeks and then landed on the ground. He stepped back until he hit a huge tree and finally stopped. He then put his hands on his head and grinned.

"Good boy! Such strong internal strength, who are you?"

Hong Chen did not answer but asked: "Are you Ouyang Feng?"

"Exactly! Boy, tell me your name!"

Hong Chen looked him up and down, and saw that his clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were wide open, and he looked crazy. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you crazy?"

Ouyang Feng frowned immediately: "You are crazy! I am Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. I have unparalleled martial arts skills and I am well-versed in the world. How could I be crazy?"

Hong Chen laughed and shook his head, saying, "Okay, you're good, at least you have a strong head. But don't bother me anymore, or I will smash your head with my next palm." After he finished speaking, Hong Chen took a step forward and fell into the belly of the mountain.

Ouyang Feng was so angry that he screamed and was about to step forward immediately.

The next moment, a big hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Old poisonous creature, stop making trouble. I think he really has the ability to beat you to death."

Ouyang Feng turned around and saw an old beggar with white hair and beard, who was as shabby as him. Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes: "Hong Qigong?"

"Hey, you remembered me?" The old beggar laughed happily.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feng suddenly punched him.

Hong Qigong took a step back and said in surprise, "Hiss, why are you crazy again?"

"Hong Qigong, you and I are lifelong enemies. Today I will kill you!" Ouyang Feng attacked wildly.

Hong Qigong sighed and shook his head repeatedly. Seeing more masters reaching the top, he had no choice but to start a circle with Ouyang Feng. While drinking, he said, "Be careful. Others won't spoil you like I do."

Ouyang Feng: "Come and die!"

Piaomiao Peak is over a hundred feet high, but Hong Chen landed and stood firm after falling for only a few seconds.

Suddenly, a fire lit up in the dark cave.

The torches inserted around the cave walls ignited spontaneously, completely illuminating the wide space.

In the center of the bluestone-paved square, a huge metal cage was suspended in the air.

The four corners of the cage were tied with iron chains as thick as arms, extending and fixed above the cave.

A huge golden eagle was trapped in the iron cage.

The golden feathers on its head and neck are like a crown, the flying feathers on its wings are snow-white, its pupils are like two inlaid golden gems, and its beak is like a curved hook.

However, its eyes were not sharp, but full of fatigue.

His body crouched in the cage, weak and powerless.

Hong Chen frowned instantly and flew forward.

"Garuda!"

A voice called out from across the cage.

The golden eagle's body shook instantly and its head turned back suddenly.

When their eyes met, its pupils visibly shrank inward.

Then, a sound that was countless times louder than before came out of his mouth.

Hong Chen smiled first, and then said with a dark face: "Stop yelling, it's so ugly, like a chicken!" As he said that, he swung his sword, and the sword energy raged, smashing the cage into pieces.

Garuda escaped from the trap, and his wings suddenly spread out, and his wings were tens of meters long.

When it hit the ground, the bluestone slabs shattered and the cave shook slightly.

With his wings folded, Hong Chen had to look up to look at him.

"How come you've grown so big?" Garuda was now almost half a body taller than him.

He reached out and gently pressed on its chest, injected his internal energy into it, and Garuda's mental state quickly improved.

At this time, several figures descended from above.

Most of their attention was focused on Garuda, followed by Hong Chen.

After a while, a young man in white clothes bowed and asked, "Sir, have you found anything?"

"No." Hong Chen focused on healing Garuda and responded casually.

Then, a nun holding a sword looked at Garuda with narrowed eyes and said, "Is this golden eagle trapped in a cage?"

Hong Chen nodded.

The young man looked around and said, "Everyone, why don't we split up and look for other entrances?"

Everyone nodded and dispersed.

moment.

Everyone shook their heads at each other.

The nun turned her attention to Garuda again.

"This golden eagle may be the key."

The young man in white rolled his eyes and asked, "Sir, can you please let us check this golden eagle?"

"You want to check my bird?" Hong Chen said with a smile.

The young man in white was startled, then rolled his eyes at him.

The nun said, "It's obviously trapped here. When did it become yours?"

Hong Chen: "I said it's mine, so it's mine."

A middle-aged man said sinisterly: "Your Excellency's words are too overbearing."

"Zuo Lengchan, do you want to die?"

Zuo Lengchan was not surprised when his identity was revealed. He did not care about his threats either. He just said, "I know you are from the Ming Dynasty and you are hanging out with that eunuch Cao. But the eunuch is not here. How dare you speak so arrogantly? Don't you take people like me seriously?"

Hong Chen smiled when he heard this, leaned on Garuda, and glanced at everyone one by one.

"Shangguan Haitang is from the Hulong Villa of the Ming Dynasty; the two Xuanming elders are from the Ruyang Palace of the Yuan Dynasty; Li Xiuning is the daughter of Li Yuan, the Duke of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Ask these people related to the court, do they take you seriously?"

Upon hearing this, both the people whose identities were revealed and the other pure gangsters were shocked.

Zuo Lengchan narrowed his eyes and became secretly on guard.

"Since we are here for the evil dragon's treasure, there is no need to rush into a dispute before we see the treasure. It is better for us to work together and find the entrance first."

No one said anything, but this was considered as agreement.

Hong Chen looked at the person who was speaking and slowly began to shake his head.

"The Beggars' Sect of the Song Dynasty has fallen to this point."

Hearing this, Lu Youjiao frowned and said solemnly: "Why do you insult the Beggars' Sect?"

"That's an expression of emotion, not an insult. Are you so stubborn?"

"you……"

"What do you mean, where is Huang Rong?"

"Please watch your words, sir!"

"I can't even call Huang Rong by her name?"

"Of course, but your tone is too arrogant!"

Seeing that Lu Youjiao was clenching the stick in his hand with an angry look as if he was going to teach him a lesson, Hong Chen didn't know whether to laugh or scold him, so he didn't bother to say anything more.

However, the Taoist beside Lu Youjiao spoke again.

"Do you recognize me, Excellency?"

"Quanzhen Qiu Chuji." After saying that, Hong Chen suddenly asked again: "Is there anyone named Yang Guo in your Quanzhen Sect?"

Qiu Chuji frowned, and Wang Chuyi beside him was moved. He came close to him and whispered, "This is the child Guo Jing sent before."

At that moment, Qiu Chuji's brows furrowed even deeper.

Hong Chen said, "In your eyes, he is just a child sent by Guo Jing. Shouldn't he be the disciple of Qiu Chuji?"

Yang Kang was Qiu Chuji's apprentice. He began to learn Quanzhen martial arts from Qiu Chuji at the age of six and continued until he was eighteen.

However, when talking about his disciple Yang Kang, Qiu Chuji's expression became even uglier.

Hong Chen struck while the iron was hot and said, "If a son is not taught well, it is the fault of the father. The master is also a father. What has Yang Guo got to do with Yang Kang's fault? But you can't even remember who Yang Guo is. You have failed both Yang Kang and his wife, and Guo Jing. You are such an ungrateful person. Hurry up and leave!"

Among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, only Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi came.

They also had some dignity to save. Although Hong Chen's words were harsh, they made sense. In addition, his internal strength was difficult to guess for the time being. So although Qiu Chuji looked unhappy, he did not refute or take action.

Hong Chen turned his head and looked at the pretty woman next to him: "Palace Master Lianxing, Yaoyue asked me to let her say hello for you."

Lian Xing smiled brightly and bowed, her eyes full of curiosity about Hong Chen.

"Master Yue, we meet again."

Yue Buqun was secretly delighted and quickly bowed: "Mr. Hong still remembers me. I am so lucky."

"Mr. Mo Da, Taoist Tianmen, and the three nuns Ding Jing, Ding Xian, and Ding Yi, I am right."

Mr. Mo Da nodded with a smile. He was the oldest and the kindest.

Taoist Tianmen bowed in return.

As for Hengshan Sanding, he had been looking at Hong Chen seriously from the beginning, and only put his hands together when he heard the greeting.

"White-browed Eagle King, Master Yideng, you still love to join in the fun at such an old age?"

The White-browed Eagle King frowned.

Master Yideng chanted the Buddha's name softly.

Judging from the masters here, we can tell that the largest number of people come from the Ming Dynasty and the Song Dynasty.

And the Five Mountains Sword Sects all came together.

"Alright! You are here to look for the evil dragon's treasure, not to visit and reminisce about the past! Boy, I don't care who you are, now quickly step aside and let the golden eagle go. I guess that perhaps the blood of the golden eagle is needed to open the entrance to the next level of the treasure."

After these words were spoken, everyone looked at the nun in astonishment.

Seeing this, she raised her eyebrows: "Why, am I wrong?"

Hong Chen took his hand away from Garuda.

"Garuda, tell her if she is right."

The next second, Garuda flapped its wings and took off, instantly turning into a golden afterimage.

Then, a sharp scream rang out.

(End of this chapter)