Chapter 29： Battle of Wuwang

"Uh uh, let's go, let's go, let's go." Yi Feng waved his hand impatiently, he really couldn't stand the old man's second-class atmosphere, and quickly sent him away.

After sending Old Man Wu away, Yi Feng continued to return to the desk.

In the following time, he was immersed in the book "Fairy Zixia and the Supreme Treasure", and stayed out all day.

With the arrival of autumn, the autumn wind outside the street became more and more bleak, but it did not affect Yi Feng. Even if it was the biting cold air, Yi Feng was not afraid under the resistance of the little sun.

It seems that this year's Yi Feng can have a comfortable winter.

Zhong Qing is still taciturn, practicing boxing hard every day, and at the same time busy with the big and small household chores in the martial arts hall.

The second dog, Ao Qing, was lying at Yi Feng's feet, and the injury in his body had already fully recovered. Occasionally watching Yi Feng punching, and occasionally watching the pictures in the front hall of the martial arts hall, his strength turned out to be advancing by leaps and bounds.

On this 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 brought out some chicken soup for the soul from his previous life to comfort him.

Yi Feng didn't know if it was of any use, but he only knew that the ancestor of Qingshan was full of confidence when he left.

the next day.

After Yi Feng finished a set of Tai Chi, he stretched out, and was about to go to the street to order some wine, but found that the street today is much cooler than before.

"What's going on?" Yi Feng sat down at the beef stall opposite, and asked, "On weekdays, I see some cultivating disciples shopping on the street, how can it be so cold today."

"I'm afraid Master Yi still doesn't know?" Seeing Yi Feng with wine in his hand, the servant generously brought him two taels of beef on a plate, then looked at the distant sky and said, "Today is Patriarch Qingshan and Patriarch Xuanwu. On the duel day, the cultivators rushed to see their battle, the battle on the top floor, after all, this is related to the life and death of the two major sects!"

"Oh."

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

After eating 2 taels of beef and 2 taels of spirits at the servant's place, he rushed back to the martial arts hall with a warm body and continued to write books.

…

There is a natural canyon between Qingshanmen and Xuanwuzong. In the middle of the canyon, there is a platform with a range of thousands of feet, which is the wind and rain platform.

on the storm deck.

Old Ancestor Qingshan's eyes were sharp, and his whole body burst out.

Ancestor Xuanwu 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 Sect, and everyone had a solemn expression on their faces.

The battle between the two is related to the future of all of them.

"Qingshan, I didn't expect you to really dare to come?" Xuanwu Patriarch said jokingly.

"Humph!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted coldly, but did not say much.

"Suffer to death!"

The two of them didn't seem to have had much foreplay either. Xuanwu's aura was revealed, and he swept up into the air like lightning, and then an invincible palm shot towards Qingshan's ancestor.

At this moment, the power of King Wu's realm was clearly evident in Xuan Wu's hands.

Before the attack arrived, the rocks at the foot of the ancestors of Qingshan were already crackling, cracking open one after another, like a spider web spreading.

The ancestor of Qingshan was unwilling to be left behind. The same momentum burst out. When the soles of his feet smashed the ground, a big pit appeared on the ground, and his lightning-like body greeted this palm print.

"boom!"

The sound of the sky breaking and the earth cracking resounded above the wind and rain platform.

Countless qi energy spread out in all directions, and the disciples watching from a distance couldn't help but push back again and again under this powerful qi energy.

The strength of the two great martial kings is truly terrifying.

But everyone couldn't care about the retreating body, and their eyes were like pinholes looking at the sky.

Just saw, in the energy, a figure retreated hundreds of feet in mid-air.

It is the ancestor of Qingshan.

Seeing this, the expressions of everyone in Qingshanmen sank collectively.

In the crowd, Peng Ying was holding her jade hand with a pale face. She has joined Qingshanmen for a while, and she understands the meaning of this battle. Could it be that she finally joins Qingshanmen, and she will face the situation of Qingshanmen falling. ?

On the other hand, Xuanwumen was different, and suddenly gave out earth-shattering cheers.

"Hahaha, Qingshan, you really are a waste, next year's day will be your death day." In mid-air, the Xuanwu ancestor burst into laughter, with a strong joking look on his face.

Old Ancestor Qingshan's face was ugly when he heard the words, and the gap between the two was really big!

"Die!" Ancestor Xuanwu obviously knew the reason for beating the Reservoir Dog, and without too much delay, he swept up in the air like a ghost, and slapped the old ancestor Qingshan again with his destructive palm.

This palm.

Compared with the previous palm, the power is more powerful and the momentum is more fierce.

If Ancestor Qingshan only had the kind of strength he just showed, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die in the face of Ancestor Xuanwu's palm.

The palm print shrouded the vitality and became bigger and bigger in the sky, illuminating half of the sky, and at the same time getting closer and closer to the ancestor of Qingshan.

But the ancestor of Qingshan did not move at all.

Seeing this, many people who came to watch the battle shook their heads, and many people speculated that this was the ancestor of Qingshan who knew that he was invincible and gave up resistance.

In particular, the people at Qingshanmen were even more ashen-faced.

With this palm down, it seems to have seen the scene of the Qingshan Gate being destroyed.

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

"Finally, it's me."