Both opponents were shocked at the same time. They never thought that the opponent's palm skills were so powerful and powerful.
I saw the two people flipping their palms quickly, spitting out their inner energy, their four palms intersecting, and with two bangs, the two flew straight out in the opposite direction. The old man's back leaned against a wooden pillar supporting the pergola on the east side, and the thatched roof collapsed to the east. Bai Yutian's back rested against a wooden pillar supporting the pergola in the west. The thatched roof only shook a few times, raising a few wisps of dust. The store owner who was watching at the entrance of the store had moody eyes and almost burst into tears.
The elder lost a move, and his heart became angry. He could swallow mountains and rivers through his eyes.
Everyone thought he would rush towards Bai Yutian like a savage beast, but they saw him turn around, reach out with his right hand, and grab the wooden pillar. A big hole like a fist appeared on the pillar. The elder opened his hand gently, and before the wood chips in his fingers fell away, he slapped the wooden pillar with his palm. The wooden pillar broke to the ground and fell to the ground with a sound.
When everyone on the field saw this, except for Bai Yutian, Wushan Taoist, He Jingrong, and He Junwei, all of them shuddered involuntarily.
Bai Yutian walked a few steps with him, cupped his hands and fists towards the elder, and apologized politely: "Your Excellency is very capable, but you acted rashly just now, which is very disrespectful."
It was a nice thing to say, but it sounded unpleasant to the elder. He thought to himself: "I obviously lose one and a half moves to you, but if you praise me for my ability, isn't it because you are even more powerful than your own ability?" Leng Ran said. He glanced at Bai Yutian and said indifferently: "Boy, you are young, but your internal strength is so cultivated, which is rare in the world. Do you want to fight with me to help you fly to the sky and become famous all over the world?"
Bai Yutian cupped his hands and said politely: "It would be a great honor for me if I could get some advice from my seniors. I don't know my seniors' surnames?"
Seeing that the elder was disdainful of Bai Yutian, Wushan Taoist walked out of the pavilion and interjected: "Boy, you don't even know about him. He is really ignorant and extremely rude. Listen up, he is the Wang Daxia who helps the poor, and is known in the world as Wang Daxia. The God Beggar in Sichuan. His Dragon Subduing Palm is unique in the martial arts world. Among the many palm techniques in the martial arts world, it and your Chunyang Palm are two of the best in the martial arts world."
When the four heroes of Guandong heard this introduction, they were very excited; when Zhuo Yifei and Liu Qing heard it, the clouds cleared; when the Ding brothers, Wei Bao and others heard it, they didn't have much favorable impressions; when He Jingrong, He Junwei and his son heard it, they didn't think much of it. When Bai Yutian heard this, he took two steps forward, bowed slightly, clasped his fists, and said politely: "I have heard the name of my senior for a long time, and it is like thunder in my ears. It is a great honor for me to see you today. I have offended many people just now, and I hope that my seniors will forgive you. two."
Wang Fupong felt very proud when he saw that Chunyang Sect had been famous in the world for hundreds of years, and Jiang Qingcheng was also arrogant, but his disciples nodded and bowed to him and behaved so respectfully. For a moment, the anger on his face couldn't help but fade a little, and a few wisps of smiles crossed his brows. When the sun shined on them, they were beautiful and moving, making people feel more friendly.
Seeing this, the four heroes of Guandong stepped forward and shouted angrily in unison: "Boy, Xiao Lang of the Canhong Sword, how can you die in vain!"
These words were obviously meant for Bai Yutian, but in reality they were meant for Wang Fupong, the god beggar in Sichuan. How could Wang Fupong not hear it?
Wang Fupong narrowed his eyes and said with a sullen face, "Boy, it's not impossible for me to forgive you. You have to obey me on a few things."
Bai Yutian smiled lightly and replied with great sincerity: "Senior, if you have anything to say, just say it. If I, this junior, can do it, there is no reason not to follow suit."
Wang Fuchong said coldly: "As long as you abolish your martial arts in front of me and swear an oath that you will never step foot in the world or do evil again in this life, I will save the reputation of Chunyang Clan for hundreds of years." Go ahead and ask for forgiveness for you. And I don’t want him to pay life for life for the boy named Liu who killed Xiao Lang, and I will not pursue it in the future. Are you willing?"
Bai Yutian smiled and replied: "Senior Wang, if my master says this, I will not only be willing, but I will also do it immediately."
Pan Zhenping said quickly: "Then you now worship him as your teacher."
Bai Yutian sneered and said, "I think you are used to wishful thinking."
"So what?" Pan Zhenping's anger rose, and the judge quickly stabbed Bai Yutian in the abdomen with both pens.
Everyone saw Bai Yutian's body drifting half a step to the left. A faint white light flashed past. He stabilized his steps. The sword flashed several times and knocked down the five flying knives shot by Liu Banshou. He grabbed Feng Mingyangwu with his left hand. The nine-section whip came and he pulled hard, and Feng Mingyang flew forward quickly, just hitting the back of Fan Jinfei who was bullying him, and the two fell in a heap.
"My hand! My hand! My hand is gone!" A wailing cry was earth-shattering.
Zhuo Yifei took a closer look and saw blood gushing out from Pan Zhenping's wrists. Two fists on the ground in front of him held the judge's pen, which were placed neatly on the ground. Judging from the scene, he should have dropped it. , I have the intention to pick it up, but I don’t have the hands to take it. He sighed in one breath: "Alas! It seems that without three or five years of hard training, you can't even hope to become a swordsman like Xiaobai."
Liu Qing thought so too. She put down her bowls and chopsticks, picked up the wine pot and glass, and poured herself a glass of wine like Zhuo Yifei. She no longer saw the excitement outside the pergola and didn't bother to look. I thought: "Some people are willing to die, and some are willing to be hurt. How can it be possible to clear the grievances with words! If you can't use words to clear the grievances, someone must be willing to continue to die, and some are willing to continue to be injured. But killing and hurting others will last forever. We can't settle the grudges unless all the people involved in the grudges are dead. If not, even if we see the beginning, we can't see the end. What's the point?"
Fan Jinfei, Feng Mingyang, and Liu Banshou saw that their brothers had become disabled, so how could they let go. They gnashed their teeth, glared, had hideous faces, and looked ferocious. They rushed forward in a crowd, and while shouting sternly, they all showed off their unique skills. Their inner strength was not strong, their attacks were not ruthless, and they were willing to risk their lives just for the sake of it. Revenge. But Bai Yutian has deep inner strength and is extremely quick in drawing swords. Even if the three of them go all out, their pens will poke like wind and their knives will chop like lightning, and their moves will miss. The whip is like a hemp rope, lighter and softer than cotton. The flying knives will be thrown around and make a sound when they land. .
Bai Yutian knew that the three of them wanted to kill him in order to feel at ease, but he didn't want to hurt or kill anyone. They dared to be negligent during the fight. The three-foot long sword wielder came forward, his arrows were agile and his moves were skillful. Fan, Feng, and Liu were eager to avenge their shame and were greedy for offense. After more than thirty moves, Bai Yutian was not hurt at all. They could no longer calm down. There was no order in the moves. This created an opportunity for Bai Yutian to subdue them.
Fan Jinfei slashed at Bai Yutian's right arm with his sword. Bai Yutian dodged to the left and hit his wrist hard with the back of his sword. When the sword fell to the ground, Wen Wen knocked him back with a palm. Then he grabbed the head of Feng Mingyang's whip that was stabbing his chest, and pulled it hard. When Feng Mingyang rushed over quickly, it hit his chest, and Feng Mingyang fell to the ground in response. Liu Banshou flew the last blade towards him and shot it. Bai Yutian caught it with one hand, fired it back, and followed behind the handle. With a slight tap, Liu Banshou could no longer move.
Seeing that the three of them had lost the ability to fight, Wang Fupong jumped forward and struck Bai Yutian on the back with all his strength.
Bai Yutian seemed to feel that he was unable to make a move, so he jumped away and said: "Master Wang, you are the beggar of Sichuan. It seems that the four heroes of Liaodong can't compete with you?"
Wang Fupong struck the air with one palm and was too lazy to reply. He struck one after another, using at least 90% of his internal energy.
Seeing the strong wind in his palm, Bai Yutian did not dare to neglect, and used more than 70% of his internal strength to strike Wang Fupong back with a palm, saying: "Master Wang, if you are so entangled, I will be angry." .”
He Junwei said loudly: "Bai Yutian, don't be angry, just let me deal with this old boy." He stood up and walked out of the pergola.
Bai Yutian smiled warmly and replied loudly: "Then I will help you, Mr. He." He walked towards the pergola.
He Junwei walked up to Wang Fupong, snorted loudly with his nose, and said: "Old boy, people respect you, you are a god beggar, I don't respect you, you are just a beggar, what's the point of being proud?"
Wang Fupong pursed his pointed lips and laughed. After laughing so hard that he felt relieved, his face changed and he said coldly: "Boy, do you want to die faster? Or do you want to die slower? Or both. Okay, it all depends on my mood?"
He Junwei replied: "Wang Fupong, I don't care whether you killed the rich to give to the poor in the past, or whether you killed the poor to give to the rich. In short, you have violated the king's law many times. According to the laws of the Song Dynasty, your crime is unforgivable. Let me hit you today, I will act on behalf of the imperial court to eliminate you, a cancer that is harmful to this party, and it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."
Wang Fupong was startled, his mind was confused, and he asked unconsciously: "Are you from the government?"
He Junwei smiled and replied: "I am not from the government, I just grew up eating the food of the government."
Wang Fupong sneered and said: "Since you grew up eating the food of officials, then you should die." He clapped his hands.
He Junwei turned to one side and slapped Wang Fupong's armpit.
Although Wang Fupong defended quickly enough, he couldn't take two steps back because he didn't use enough internal strength.
He Junwei took advantage of the victory and struck Wang Fupong in the face.
Wang Fupong tilted his head. Although he was just in time, his ear was hit by the wind from his palm. The pain was so painful that he almost gritted his teeth.
He Junwei didn't let Wang Fupong have a chance to breathe, so he bullied him, grabbed, grabbed, and tripped, three consecutive moves, using the "Three Links of Gods and Ghosts" in the Sanjue Palm. One move was successful, and the second move came immediately. The three moves were used in succession, and even the gods could not resist. Wang Fupong was thrown more than a foot away, and fell to the ground on his back with several bangs. I think of the founder of the Taiyue sect, Zhou Tongrong, who invented these three consecutive moves. In the past few decades, countless famous heroes have fallen under these three consecutive moves, which shocked the gods and ghosts.
Wang Fupong jumped up in a flash, knocked the pursuing He Junwei away with one palm, and said, "Who are you? How do you know the three unique palms of the Taiyue Sect?"
Bai Yutian drank the wine in his glass and said loudly: "His name is He Junwei, and it will be him who will reshape the Taiyue Sect."
Wang Fupong was very surprised. He used all his strength to send out a palm in the air, and took the opportunity to jump back. He had just escaped four to five feet, but was blocked by ten or twenty bald monks.
