Chapter 29

"Er, OK, OK, let's go, let's go." Yi Feng waved impatiently. He really couldn't stand the second breath of the old man and sent him away quickly.

After seeing old man Wu off, Yi Feng continued to return to his desk.

In the following time, he was immersed in his work Zixia fairy and zhizunbao, and stayed closed all day.

With the thorough arrival of autumn, the autumn wind outside the street is becoming more and more bleak, but it can not affect Yi Feng. Even the biting cold air, under the resistance of the small sun, Yi Feng was not afraid.

It seems that Yifeng can have a comfortable winter this year.

Zhong Qing is still silent. He practices boxing hard every day and is busy with housework in the martial arts school.

The second dog, Ao Qing, was lying at Yi Feng's feet. His injuries had been completely recovered. He occasionally saw Yi Feng boxing and the pictures in the front hall of the martial arts school. His strength was advancing by leaps and bounds.

That day, the ancestor of Qingshan came to visit.

When he came, he seemed to have something on his mind. Yi Feng saw his state and moved out some soul chicken soup from his previous life to comfort him.

Yi Feng doesn't know if it's useful, but he only knows that Qingshan's ancestor was full of confidence when he left.

The next day.

After a set of Taijiquan, Yi Feng stretched and prepared to go to the street to order some wine, but found that today's streets are much colder than before.

"What's going on?" Yi Feng went to the opposite beef stall and asked, "on weekdays, I will see some practicing disciples shopping in the street. How can it be so cold today."

"I'm afraid Master Yi doesn't know yet?" Seeing Yi Feng holding wine in his hand, the young man generously got him two liang beef plates, then looked at the distant sky and said, "today is the duel day between the old ancestors of green mountain and Xuanwu. Practitioners have rushed to see their battle. The battle on the top floor is, after all, related to the life and death of the two main schools!"

"Oh."

Yi Feng nodded. He didn't really care about the cultivator, but he seemed to have heard about it before.

After eating two liang of beef and drinking two liang of liquor, he rushed back to the martial arts school with a warm body and continued to write.

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There is a natural canyon between qingshanmen and xuanwuzong. In the middle of the canyon, there is a platform within a thousand feet, which is the wind and rain platform.

On the weatherstand.

The old master of green hill had a cool look in his eyes and burst out all over.

The Xuanwu ancestor had white hair and a sneer on his face.

On both sides of the canyon, one side was full of disciples of Xuanwu sect, while the other side was full of disciples of Qingshan gate. Everyone's faces were dignified.

Their battle is about the future of all of them.

"Castle Peak, I didn't think you really dared to come?" Xuanwu said jokingly.

"Hum!"

The ancestor of green mountain snorted coldly and didn't have much words.

"Die!"

They didn't seem to have too much foreplay. Xuanwu's momentum was exposed and swept into the air like lightning. Then he took a picture of Qingshan's ancestors.

At this moment, the power of King Wu's realm was undoubtedly in Xuanwu's hands.

Before the attack, the rocks at the foot of the ancestors of the green mountain had clattered and cracked like cobwebs.

The ancestor of green mountain was unwilling to fall behind. The same momentum burst out. The soles of his feet chopped the ground, and a big pit appeared on the ground. His lightning body welcomed the palm print.

"Bang!"

The sound of the collapse of heaven and earth resounded over the storm platform.

Countless Qi strength spread out in all directions. Under this strong Qi strength, the disciples watching from a distance couldn't help pushing back.

The strength of the two martial arts masters is really terrible.

However, the people couldn't care about their retreating bodies. Their eyes looked like pinholes into the sky. They also wanted to know which was stronger or weaker in the first strike of the two ancestors.

It is to see that in the middle of the Qi strength, a figure moves backward hundreds of feet in mid air.

It's the ancestor of Castle Peak.

Seeing this, the faces of the people at the Castle Peak gate sank.

In the crowd, Peng Ying is even more white faced and holds her jade hand. She has joined the Castle Peak gate for some time. She understands the significance of this war. Is it possible that she will face the fall of the Castle Peak gate when she finally joins the Castle Peak gate?

The Xuanwu Gate was different, and immediately made earth shaking cheers.

"Hahaha, Castle Peak, you are really a waste. Today next year is your death day." In mid air, the Xuanwu ancestor burst into laughter with a thick color of banter on his face.

The old master of green hill looked ugly when he heard the speech. The gap between them was really big!

"Die!" Master Xuanwu obviously knew the truth of beating a drowning dog. Without too much delay, he swept up in the air like a ghost, and took another slap at master Qingshan.

This slap.

Compared with the last palm, the power is more powerful and powerful.

If the ancestor of green mountain had only the strength he just showed, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die in the face of the palm of the ancestor of Xuanwu.

The palm print is shrouded in vitality, which is growing bigger and bigger in the sky, illuminating half of the sky. At the same time, it is getting closer and closer to the ancestors of green mountain.

But the ancestor of Qingshan didn't move at all.

Seeing this, many foreign observers shook their heads one after another, and many people speculated that the ancestor of Castle Peak knew he was defeated and gave up resistance.

Especially the people at the Castle Peak gate looked dead gray.

With this slap, I seem to have seen the collapse of the Castle Peak gate.

When the palm print was less than 30 feet away from the ancestor of Qingshan, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face, and then he took out a kitchen knife from his arms.

"Finally, it's my turn."