"Brother Jing, good work!"
"Good boxing skills!"
Hong Qigong and the others were all masters of the generation, with extraordinary knowledge. When they saw Jing Zhou's move, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they knew that this was an excellent martial art that used silence to stop and slow to fight fast.
"I didn't expect that this kid would be able to do such a superb kung fu. It seems that when I fought with him before, he still didn't use his full strength." Huang Yaoshi was filled with admiration in his heart, and his evaluation of the man in front of him went up a notch.
"Hahaha, Qi Gong, even though Island Master Huang is calling, could it be that we have known each other for a long time, so you two still have reservations about making a move? Today we are going to discuss martial arts, so it is better to let go and have a good fight. !”
Ouyang Feng stared at Jing Zhou's fists, thinking a lot.
"What kind of slow martial arts is this? He actually blocked those two powerful palms!"
"This...isn't this a dream? This boy can really fight one against two?"
Qiu Chuji was even more shocked, as if he wanted to pull off his beard, and murmured: "How can this kid practice all his kung fu? Even my master may not have such high kung fu at this age!"
"Seventh brother, if you keep it any longer, I'm afraid we will lose face today." Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly, using his hands and feet, and his aura continued to rise.
"It's so fun to fight!"
Hong Qigong shouted loudly and used ten of his power in an instant. Knowing that if he didn't use all his strength, he would be embarrassed today, he cooperated with Huang Yaoshi, and the two of them immediately launched seven or eight moves.
However, no matter how the two of them attack, Jingzhou just draws a circle on the spot, or the white crane spreads its wings, or carries the tiger back to the mountain. The palm movements of Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong, which carry a thousand catties of force, hit him like a punch. Entering the ocean, without a trace or sound.
Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi were flying around. Although they were shocked in their hearts, the strength of their hands did not weaken at all. They moved with all their strength, surrounding Jingzhou with one palm after another.
The previous hundred moves they struck on Jingzhou had no impact. After a hundred moves, Jingzhou's moves changed. His body was no longer weak and boneless, but he struck out with one palm, with a huge sound and the strong wind of the palm. Qiu Chuji could feel it even though he was more than ten feet away.
Ouyang Feng's eyes widened. At this time, he could already see that the boy in white was holding Hong Qigong and the other two to hone his skills. What shocked Ouyang Feng even more was that the boy's last move was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and the next move was the Yiyang Finger. The momentum of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was even greater than Hong Qigong's. .
Whether it is the One Yang Finger or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Ouyang Feng has been passionate about it for a long time. However, these two skills are related to the inheritance of the same lineage, but they are not something he can easily obtain.
These two kung fu are the unique skills of Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar. Ouyang Feng couldn't figure out how the young man in front of him learned them.
"Is it possible that this boy is the apprentice of both the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar?" Ouyang Feng kept guessing about Jingzhou's identity, his eyes full of fire.
Jingzhou and the other two people were all people with profound skills. Their figures were flying, and every move was unexpected and wonderful. Everyone who watched them was mesmerized, and even the person who started talking stopped.
"Wonderful, wonderful, it turns out kung fu can be used like this!"
The people at the bottom of the mountain saw that the voice of explanation above had stopped, and they kept urging anxiously, wanting to know how far this sword discussion had reached.
The three of them were fighting faster and faster, and everyone was in a daze watching their fist movements and palm shadows. Gradually, the group could not keep up with the moves of the three of them, and it became troublesome to watch.
"The First Clan"
"Hahaha, it's funny. The three of you are fighting, but you don't call me old naughty boy. It's really not fun! Old beggar, Huang Laoxie, give way, I am old naughty boy!"
Suddenly a voice came, and everyone saw an old man with white hair and beard jumping into the circle of three people. He stuck his butt out, first made a "pop" sound towards everyone, and then yelled a few words and punched Huang Yaoshi.
"Uncle Master~" The Quanzhen Seventh Son trembled with excitement when he heard that voice. Zhou Botong had disappeared for so many years, and now he finally appeared.
Zhou Botong dodged, punched to the right, and hit Hong Qigong again: "Hey, old beggar, let you see the old naughty boy's seventy-two-way Kong Ming Fist!"
"Hahaha, old naughty boy, you came just in time!" Jing Zhou smiled and punched the old naughty boy, dragging him in, and actually wanted to fight three with one.
The Quanzhen Seventh Son was originally very excited when they saw Zhou Botong, but now they saw Jingzhou actually trying to fight three with one, and they were so shocked that they almost dropped their swords to the ground.
Others may not know Zhou Botong, but the Quanzhen Seventh Son knows that their uncle was second only to Wujue in martial arts more than ten years ago and is one of the best in the world.
The Quanzhen sect's martial arts is that the longer they practice, the more profound their skills will be and the more powerful they will be. Over the past ten years or so, the Quanzhen Seventh Son feels that their uncle's martial arts are no less than those of Hong Qigong.
Not to mention that the people watching were astonished, Hong Qigong even raised his palms and exclaimed: "It's so damn weird. The beggar has never seen this kind of kung fu. Do you feel it, Huang Laoxie? This kid can Divert our palm power!"
Previously, Hong Qigong's palm hit Jingzhou, and if it hit the void, now the old naughty boy joined in, but he felt that Huang Yaoshi's palm force was moved away. With his eyesight, he could see that this was A new martial art can use force to exert force or even move force.
Huang Yaoshi also frowned and thought, and said attentively: "My little friend, it is true that I have hidden my secrets, but Huang has never heard of this kind of technique!"
Zhou Botong didn't care about all that. At this time, he only thought that Jing Zhouhui's kung fu was really interesting, and shouted loudly: "Good brother, what kind of kung fu are you doing? Can you teach it to the old naughty boy?"
Under the siege of three people, Jingzhou was leisurely and said with a smile: "If you can beat me, I will teach you how about it? Hahaha..."
"Okay, brother, you're welcome, that old naughty boy! He's just a puppy!"
Previously, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong came to besiege Jingzhou, and the three of them fought to no avail. Now Zhou Botong joined in. After several hundred moves, Jingzhou still did not lose. Instead, he fought harder and harder. It's smooth, and you can move as you please, with unlimited freedom.
He used the Great Shift of the Universe to divert the attacks of several people. He would either shoot or point. Not only could he block the three of them, but he could also perform several backhand attacks.
Ouyang Feng looked on with fear and fear, thinking: "This kid is so powerful now, what will happen in a few more years? Will the title of No. 1 in the world always fall on this kid?"
He could clearly see that Zhou Botong's skills were not inferior to those of Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, but even so, the three of them could not defeat the boy, which made him feel agitated.
At this time, Ouyang Feng did not care about the morality of the world, so he took the snake staff and struck Jingzhou with one stick.
Such a person must not stay in the world, otherwise Ouyang Feng, the best in the world, will have nothing to do with him until he dies!
With the addition of Ouyang Feng, Jingzhou began to feel a bit more pressure, and he was no longer as relaxed as before. If the Nine Yang Divine Skill hadn't recovered his internal energy quickly, he wouldn't have been able to hold on. . .
Chapter 173 Sword Discussing at Mount Huashan (1)
