Even so, Taoist Baishang's cultivation was still there, and the chill was overwhelming when he made a move, and some of the onlookers around him couldn't help but take two steps back to avoid being hit by the fish in the pond.
"You are too despicable, you know that Brother Yang has broken an arm, but you still deliberately attack here." The green-clothed Gongsun girl on the side suddenly became anxious.
Daoist Baishang has lived for decades, and his old face has long been tempered to be thicker than the city wall. Hearing this, he laughed loudly and said, "I regard Brother Yang as an even-handed opponent, so naturally I will attack with all my strength to show my respect. If Brother Yang feels uncomfortable Well, I can only use one hand."
Yang Guo has such an aloof personality, upon hearing this he snorted coldly: "No need!"
Speaking of one side of the body, the empty sleeve was like a spirit snake, and instantly wrapped around the attacking palm of Taoist Baishang.
Song Qingshu couldn't help admiring Yang Guo's ingenuity, the self-created set of ecstasy palms was really ingenious, and he also made the best use of his sleeves, body shape, legwork, etc. to avoid the disadvantage of severed hands.
Daoist Baishang only felt that the menacing palm seemed to hit a ball of cotton, and he wanted to withdraw his hand and flung back the opponent's sleeve, but he didn't know that an incomparably powerful internal force suddenly surged from the sleeve, how could he dare to be careless, Hastily lifted the Xuanming Divine Palm to deal with it.
The two bodies shook together, with one arm and one sleeve, and they were in a stalemate like that.
The cold poison of Xuanming God's Palm originally had an advantage in the competition of internal strength, but Yang Guo's vigorous internal strength cultivated in the sea tide was even more powerful, and for a while, neither side could do anything to the other.
Daoist Baishang was afraid of the opponent's internal strength and did not dare to use the full power of the Xuanming God's Palm. He was worried that the cold poison would be reversed by the opponent and hurt himself, so he put the victory in the other hand.
He flipped his palms sharply, he didn't go straight for the beef, but slashed at Yang Guo's wrist with a whistling sound.
Yang Guo's arms didn't move, he turned his chopsticks upside down, and trembled a few more times, Taoist Baishang suddenly felt that the tip of his chopsticks touched his tiger's mouth, he quickly retracted. Yang Guo turned the chopsticks back, still holding the beef, he took out the chopsticks to touch the acupoints, very fast, trembling back several times, the beef has not yet dropped.
Everyone around could see clearly, in this instant, the two had exchanged several moves, Yang Guo's chopsticks were of course very fast, Taoist Baishang was able to avoid it in time, and his martial arts are really good.
After attacking several moves in a row, they were all quietly dispelled by the opponent, but Baishang Daoist became more and more anxious. He has been famous for decades, but now he is tied with a young junior, and his face is really uncomfortable.
The two fluttering chopsticks seemed to be heavier than Mount Tai in each other's hands, which made him dare not take them hard every time.
Feeling that he was at a disadvantage with his bare hands, Taoist Baishang suddenly grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the side, and quickly grabbed the piece of beef. He has been using his bare hands all this time, and Yang Guo was mainly guarding against his attack, so unexpectedly, he suddenly rushed at the beef. go.
In such an instant, the opponent pulled the piece of meat half a foot away, but he reacted quickly, with a flick of his wrist, a strange force surged out, and moved the beef back to his side again.
Watching the piece of beef move a few inches towards Yang Guo, and then move a few inches towards Taoist Baishang, the beef was covered with a layer of frost for a while, and radiated with wisps of heat for a while, the people around were full of admiration. They all understand that the two are fighting with extremely profound internal strength.
But compared to others, everyone admires Yang Guo more, he can't fake his inner strength, he is so young, he can match up with Baishang Taoist's decades of inner strength, it's really shocking.
At this time, Jin Bingyun's vermilion lips parted lightly: "Both of you are distinguished guests of the lord, this competition is for fun, if there are some casualties due to internal force, it will not be beautiful."
Kublai Khan also came out to smooth things over and said: "Exactly, this king has seen the superb martial arts of all gentlemen, please stop now."
"Follow the lord's decree." These words are in line with the intention of harming the Taoist, a little carelessness in the competition of internal strength will result in either death or injury, he and Yang Guo have no unresolvable enmity, why bother to get to this point .
Yang Guo obviously thought the same way, the two of them gradually withdraw their internal energy in a tacit understanding.
"There are so many people snatching a piece of meat, is it really so delicious?" At the first word, it was obvious that people were still a little far away, but at the last word, the voice seemed to ring in the ears. Quick, it is really rare in the world.
A figure flashed at the door, and one of them reached out and snatched the piece of fat beef on the chopsticks of the two of them, and put it in his mouth to chew.
Everyone was shocked at this moment, they stood up at the same time, and when they looked at the man, it was an old man with white hair and beard, his face was flushed and he smiled nicely. I saw him sitting on the rug under the ground, brushing away his white beard with his left hand, and sending the beef to his mouth with his right hand, eating with a rattling noise.
Baishang Taoist recalled that even though he and Yang Guo had withdrawn a lot of internal energy just now, the old man managed to snatch the beef from them so easily, the method he used was truly astonishing.
Yang Guo smiled slightly: "So it's Senior Zhou."
Song Qingshu also recognized him, the old urchin Zhou Botong, last time he saw him walking with Hong Qigong on Leigu Mountain, two days ago, he wondered why he only saw Hong Qigong but not him, he didn't expect Cao Cao to arrive just as soon as he said Cao Cao.
"Ah, bah, bah, it's hot and cold, and the quality of the meat is even worse, why is this beef so unpalatable." Zhou Botong quickly spat out the beef in his mouth.
At this time, the warriors guarding the palace had already chased him, and shouted: "Catch." Four spears had already struck at his chest. Zhou Botong stretched out his left hand, grabbed the four spearheads, and said to the side: "Yang Guo, bring some good beef to eat, I'm really hungry."
The four Mongolian warriors pushed forward with all their strength, but they didn't move at all, and then tried their best to fight back, but the faces of the four were flushed, and the four spears seemed to be cast in an iron mountain, and they couldn't even pull them back by half an inch.
Yang Guo made a slight move, picked up the plate of beef on the table, flew towards him Pingping, and said, "Please use it!"
Zhou Botong picked it up with his right hand, put Pinpin in front of his chest, suddenly a piece of beef on the plate jumped up and flew into his mouth, as if alive.
Everyone in the room watched it interestingly, they only knew that he could do magic tricks, and applauded, but Jinlun Fawang and other experts knew that he was pushing a certain piece of beef out of the plate because of the partial power of his palm. Ordinary people knock hard across the plate, which can make the beef jump up, but it must be all the meat flying together, dripping with juice, and it is impossible for the beef to jump out piece by piece. This person's palm strength has reached the limit The state of freedom, the people at the table could not do it by themselves, and they couldn't help feeling awe.
Kublai Khan said, "Brother Yang, is this old gentleman your friend?"
Although Yang Guo knew that Zhou Botong's martial arts were strong, he also knew that there were so many masters in the room, and there were so many Mongolian warriors. If Zhou Botong rushed forward, Zhou Botong might be in danger, so he said, "That's right, this old gentleman is my old friend. The reputation in the Central Plains is also great, Zhou Botong is known as the old naughty boy."
"Since it's your friend, then it's my king's friend." Seeing his high martial arts skills, Kublai Khan was eager to attract him, and waved to those Mongolian warriors.
Those four embarrassed Mongolian warriors seemed to have received amnesty, but they couldn't take back the spear with all their strength just now, but they didn't dare to let go. The Mongolian military law is extremely strict, and abandoning weapons before battle is a death penalty for beheading. Fortunately, the prince has spoken, otherwise they really don't know what to do.
"Huh, why are you leaving?" Zhou Botong threw a few spears on the ground when he saw this, and he had already eaten a plate of beef by now. However, Yu Zi was a little dissatisfied. He raised his right hand, and the plate flew up, drawing an arc in mid-air, and flew flat against the table. When he hit a plate of roast lamb, the plate of lamb flew towards him. The empty plate spun a few times on the table and stopped moving.
It turned out that what he was using was "Tai Chi Strength", which went round and round like a Tai Chi diagram, continuous and continuous. If he threw a plate in an open place, the plate would circle around his body. It's not very difficult to use this kind of force. Many people who are good at changing illusions are good at this technique. The problem is that the force is just right, and when they fly to the mat and hit it, the empty plate stops, and the other one Food was delivered to him.
Song Qingshu admired it all, Zhou Botong learned the orthodox Taoism, and he has mastered the Nine Yin Scriptures for decades, and he may not be able to compare with him in the subtlety and exquisiteness of his techniques.
Zhou Botong laughed out loud, very pleased with himself, he moved his palms vigorously, and the roasted mutton leaped up again, and he ate up all the meat, and then looked at Yang Guo: "Hey, where is Xiaolongnv, why didn't you come with me?" ah?"
Before Yang Guo could answer, he asked himself and answered, "Oh, I seem to remember it. I heard from the old beggar that the little dragon girl was snatched away by that Song Qingshu. It's a good thing to say, congratulations!"