God's Statue

Chapter 47
The three days passed in a flash, Yang Guo was running Zhou Tian for the rest of the time, except for relieving the pain of the five ugly people in Tibet every two hours.

The five clowns in Tibet couldn't help secretly admiring, this young man's martial arts are already unfathomable, but he still works so hard, no wonder he can achieve such achievements at such a young age, if he survives this trip, he will definitely work harder when he returns.

The five people were thinking about it when they suddenly saw the corpse next to Yang Guo sitting up.

Hong Qigong stretched his waist and said, "I slept so well this time!"

Seeing this, the big ugly backed away in fright, and murmured: "Impossible, impossible, I only heard the saying that the Central Plains will return to the soul in seven days, how could the corpse be cheated in only three days!"

Er Chou, who had picked up the broken bone, also turned pale with fright, and shouted: "Young hero, young hero, something is wrong, the thief has cheated on the corpse!"

"..."

Hong Qigong actually woke up three days ago. He just wanted to see if Yang Guo kept his promise. In today's world, the situation is really declining. Many people with high martial arts skills are hypocrites. He is really worried, and Yang Guo is also like that.

If Yang Guo's martial arts were evil, he might be another Ouyang Feng. Naturally, Hong Qigong didn't want such a thing to happen, so although he woke up early, he pretended to be asleep secretly, just to test Yang Guo's character. Naturally, Hong Qigong was satisfied.

It's just that, just after waking up, he heard the five ugly people scolding him. Hong Qigong is also a person who has the spirit of getting up. How could he hear this, he shouted angrily, and slapped the second ugly with his palm.

"Bastard, bastard, how dare you curse me for cheating, old man can't spare you!"

Seeing this, the big ugly came to his senses immediately, knowing that Hong Qigong was not dead at all, he hurriedly pushed the two ugly, resisting Hong Qigong's palm force himself.

'bang'

Hong Qigong knew that Er Chou's arm was broken, so he only used [-]% of his strength. Even though the big ugly was on top, Hong Qigong was confident that he didn't need to use any more force.

However, the second ugly stood behind the big ugly, and the big ugly was backed up again and again by Hong Qigong's palm. In desperation, the second ugly stretched out his hand to hold the big ugly's back. In an instant, the second ugly felt as if there were hundreds of heads in front of him. The mad bull came rushing, and the second ugliness with only one arm could not stand it. At this moment, the third ugliness, the fourth ugliness and the fifth ugliness stood against each other's backs, trying to compete against Hong Qigong with the strength of five people.

Hong Qigong laughed loudly: "You five guys burned and killed countless people and committed many crimes. Today, I will shock you all to death with one palm!"

As he spoke, Hong Qigong bent his legs slightly, drew a semicircle with his left hand, and pushed again with his right hand, making it exactly the skill of "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon". This move is called "Kanglong Yougui".

The Five Ugliests in Tibet were struggling to hold on, but at this time Hong Qigong stepped up again, the five of them only felt pain in the chest and abdomen, difficulty in breathing, and the pressure in their bodies soared.

Hong Qigong was slightly surprised when he saw this, he thought that the five people would be thrown off the cliff even if they didn't die, but he didn't expect that the five people used each other's strength to hold on forcibly.

"Senior, these five people are the disciples of King Jinlun Fawang, the national teacher of Mongolia. The skills of the five people can continue with each other, and the seniors need to work harder!"

Seeing Yang Guo get up, Wu Chou felt a little lucky, no matter how the five of them flattered Yang Guo for a few days, they had some sense of face, but who would have thought that when Yang Guo opened his mouth to ask Hong Qigong to strengthen him, the five of them turned pale immediately, In my heart, I cursed Yang Guo for not being human.

"Oh? King Jinlun Fawang, Mongolian national teacher? I've never heard of such a person, but this martial arts method is undoubtedly superior!"

Then he said: "The Mongolian country has evil intentions. Since you are the disciples of the Mongolian national teacher, it is even more important to keep you!"

Hong Qigong stepped forward with the five people on his back, trying to push the five people off the cliff and smash them to pieces.

At this moment, a person suddenly turned from the back of the mountain. The person held a stone in each hand and walked on his hands instead of his feet. His clothes were sloppy and he looked more like a beggar than Hong Qigong. It was Ouyang, Yang Guo's adoptive father. front.

Yang Guo came to Huashan this time, what he did was related to Ouyang Feng, seeing him now, he was extremely happy, and hurriedly shouted: "Father, father!"

Every time Ouyang Feng stood on his head was when he fell ill, and all kinds of messy thoughts harassed his mind, and he couldn't remember who Yang Guo was.

As he was walking, he realized that someone was blocking him. Ouyang Feng was in a turmoil, so he slapped him with his palm, intending to send the 'obstacle' flying.

Hong Qigong on the opposite side suddenly felt a strong force emanating from the Five Chous of the Tibetan Border. The force was unbelievable.

Ouyang Feng on the opposite side was also puzzled, turned his head and found five red-faced men.

With his head down, Ouyang Feng didn't see Hong Qigong, he thought it was the five clowns from Tibet who resisted him, so he asked, "You guys are good at martial arts, who is your master?"

Hong Qigong thought he was the one asking the question, and said, "Your son said he was the King of Mongolia's Jinlun State Teacher!"

Only then did Ouyang Feng see that there was a little old man there, and he immediately smiled and said, "Oh, so it's you! Who is more powerful than you, this Jinlun Guoshi?"

"I don't know, it should be about the same!"

"Oh, how is that better than me?"

Hong Qigong knew that Ouyang Feng's mind was not bright, so he deliberately teased him, so he said, "Of course he's much better than you!"

Ouyang Feng's most taboo in his life is to say that others are stronger than himself. Hearing this, he was immediately unconvinced and said, "I don't believe it!" As he spoke, Ouyang Feng kicked Wu Chou twice as hard as before.

Hong Qigong on the opposite side noticed something, he hastily brought up his dantian qi, and pushed over.

The hatred between Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng is needless to say, even though Ouyang Feng no longer remembers the meeting at this time, Hong Qigong has never forgotten it, and once again put more force into his hands, intending to push Ouyang Feng down the cliff together. You know, Ouyang Feng seems to be very relaxed, every time Hong Qigong increases his strength, Ouyang Feng will defuse it with a random kick, Hong Qigong changed the method of force seven or eight times in a row, but Ouyang Feng easily defuses them all.

"This old poison is really amazing. He has practiced the upside-down and confusing scriptures to such a state. He is really a strange person!"

Hong Qigong saw the five clowns on the border of Tibet, who were struggling to die in the middle, and after a closer look, he found that the five people's muscles and bones were weak and their internal strength had been lost, and their dantians were broken. He knew that the five people could no longer practice martial arts, let alone do evil, so he said: "Today counts. You are lucky, anyway, from now on, you will never be able to harm anyone again, so let me spare you. Old poison, how about collecting your skills together?"

Ouyang Feng also knew that if it continued, there would still be no winner, so it was better to do something else, so he said, "That's fine!"

The two laughed loudly, and at the same time withdrew their kung fu, and the five clowns on the border of Tibet suddenly collapsed like a puddle of mud, and it took a long time to recover. Seeing that Hong Qigong really spared them, the five supported each other and went down Huashan Mountain.

(End of this chapter)