The faces of the people in the hall changed, they didn't know that there was such a master hidden. Hearing his roar, his internal strength was probably the best in the world.
Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, and his expression became serious, his eyes fixed on an old man who walked out of the back hall.
This old man has a high nose and deep eyes, a snow-white short beard, and his roots are like iron. He walks with a powerful appearance, but unfortunately, his sense of power is destroyed by his disheveled hair like a chicken coop.
Su Quan was startled, and wondered where Hong Antong found such a master. Although Song Qingshu was strong in martial arts, but after all, his brain was not bright, he might suffer a loss in a fight, and he would lose his biggest barrier.
"Master, who is this old gentleman?" Su Quan asked hastily, and the rest of the people in the hall looked at Hong Antong, obviously having the same doubts in their hearts.
Hong Antong laughed loudly, got up and introduced: "This is my good friend, Mr. Ouyang, one of the five masters in the world of swordsmanship in Mount Hua in the past."
"Western Poison Ouyang Feng?" All the masters in the field became unnatural, especially Yu Zhenzi, who suddenly regretted that he had made too much of a fuss about coming to Shenlong Island this time.
Patriarch Xuedao and Sang Jie looked at each other, they both secretly said that something is wrong, if there is more of this person in the prince's plan this time, something might be wrong.
Yelu Nanxian's face was as heavy as water, and suddenly there was such a variable, so he had no choice but to play it by ear.
Ouyang Feng has been staring at Song Qingshu since he came out just now, before Su Quan had time to smooth things over, Ouyang Feng said: "Stinky boy, just now you boasted that you are the best in martial arts in the world?"
Ouyang Feng's Qi mechanism locked Song Qingshu firmly, and Su Quan, who was standing on the edge, already felt short of breath, and was worried about Song Qingshu, who was the first to bear the brunt, but when he looked back, Song Qingshu replied calmly like a normal person. Said: "So what?"
Ouyang Feng has practiced the Nine Yin Manual for many years, and he has already become insane. He can't even remember his own name. The only thing he can remember is the desire to win the first place in the world. Furious, the whole person rushed over like Song Qingshu like a cannonball.
There were many first-class masters present, seeing that Ouyang Feng's thunderous strike was so powerful, they all frowned, thinking in their hearts how to deal with it if they were in Song Qingshu's position.
Yelu Nanxian thought for a while, he might have to use his nimble body skills to evade his sharpness first, but he had lost his chance, under Ouyang Feng's stormy attack, he might barely be able to hold on to a hundred or eighty moves, but In the end, there was no escape from defeat. For some reason, she was looking forward to seeing how Song Qingshu would respond.
Yelu Nanxian was originally a rare martial arts prodigy, she was invincible among the young generation of Liao Kingdom at a young age, and even Xiao Feng, the world-famous martial arts king of the Southern Academy, praised her martial arts.
Therefore, even though there were many talented people in Liao Kingdom who pursued her, Yelu Nanxian didn't even look at her. In her mind, how could a man who couldn't even beat her have the nerve to be her husband.
On the contrary, in the past one or two years, I heard that there is also a young top master in Manqing. It can be said that Yelu Nanxian has been close friends for a long time, and he has long wanted to compete with Song Qingshu, but unfortunately he has not been able to get what he wanted. Seeing the other party fight against Xidu Ouyang Feng for the first time will not only benefit a lot, but also evaluate the strength of both sides. Thinking of this, Yelu Nanxian felt faintly excited.
Yeluqi at the side noticed her bright red face, and smiled wryly in his heart: I am a martial idiot cousin.
In the arena, Song Qingshu's expression was also solemn, he was lucky enough to step on the ground with all his strength, and the ground's anti-shock force came from his feet. Song Qingshu's whole body experienced a strange tremor, and he had already activated ten levels of skill in his palm to match the rushing Ouyang Feng. palm.
Ouyang Feng felt a huge force coming from his hand, he couldn't help but suffocate his breath, before he had time to adjust his breath, the opponent's body bent down like a big bow, and his heel was like a sharp iron whip sweeping towards his head, Ouyang Feng hastily used his strange body skills to flash one foot behind.
The people in the hall did not expect that the powerful Western Poison was forced to retreat by Song Qingshu's one move, and they were all shocked, thinking in their hearts that they might have to re-evaluate Song Qingshu's combat power.
Song Qingshu also felt the breath churning in his chest. Just now Ouyang Feng didn't pay much attention to him at the beginning, thinking that this young man's martial arts is limited no matter how good he is, but in the end his moves were too hasty and aggressive, and Song Qingshu followed the power of the earth. One move made Ouyang Feng suffer a small loss.
Ouyang Feng was also stunned, and asked in disbelief: "Shenlong wagging its tail, subduing the dragon's eighteen palms? Are you an old beggar? But why have you lost all your beard and white hair and become so young..." But he was also happy to see Liexin, Although he suffered a small loss, he didn't take it to heart at all, and rushed over with a wave of his hand before the other party could answer.
Although Ouyang Feng was crazy, he did not forget his martial arts instincts. Since he regarded the opponent as a master of the same level in his heart, he naturally put up his utmost energy and always left half of his strength in every move to avoid blindly reckless advances.
Song Qingshu also raised his head to the sky and howled, without any hesitation, his strike was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. One of the two moves was treacherous and subtle, and the other was simple and mellow. After only a dozen or so moves, there were several extremely dangerous situations, but both of them Being cleverly resolved by the other party into the invisible, we can't help admiring each other.
As the two raised their hands and feet, the bitter wind caused the people around them to retreat again and again. Yelu Nanxian was dazzled and thought in his heart: I never thought that Song Qingshu's martial arts had reached such a high level. Compared with him, my skill is not enough, but the moves Exquisite but not necessarily lost to him. However, I have seen King Xiao make moves in the past, and the same Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms used by King Xiao seems to be more powerful...
"Little baby, your martial arts are still so-so." After dozens of moves, after the two separated, Ouyang Feng squinted at Song Qingshu who was not far away.
"Crazy old man, your martial arts are not bad." Song Qingshu replied.
"It's a pity that this is not enough for you." As soon as Ouyang Feng finished speaking, he squatted on the ground with his hands bent to his shoulders and clucking, like a big frog doing a sumo wrestling.
"Toad Kungfu!" The knowledgeable people in the arena have already recognized that this is Ouyang Feng's famous stunt.
The expression between Song Qingshu's brows was indeed serious. Although he was a little confused, he did not forget the instinct of martial arts. At his level, he quickly saw the characteristics of the toad kung fu. Containing momentum, holding strength without spitting out, once you reveal any flaws in your moves, you will be counterattacked like thunder.
Song Qingshu originally thought that the enemy would not move and I would not move, but suddenly realized that every time Ouyang Feng croaked, his aura would rise by a point. If he hadn't made a move, and when Ouyang Feng's aura reached its peak, he might be killed by that blow. Can't handle it.
Immortal Yelu Nan looked at the scene without blinking, fearing that he would miss a little detail, only to see Song Qingshu's palms churning, the speed was so fast that the fleshy palms could not be seen, and he could faintly see a ball of air slowly growing in his hands. Later, Song Qingshu's entire upper body also swayed, and a ball of infuriating energy gathered on top of his head, which might be thrown out at any time.
The corner of Yelu Nanxian's mouth twitched, and subconsciously stepped back a foot. The rest of the people in the hall were not fools. The two people in the field looked ready to go, and they would be shocked when they fought, so they didn't retreat now , it will be bad if it hurts the fish in the pond later.
Ouyang Feng's cheeks became more and more bulging, and his belly became more and more swollen. The croaking sound of the toad resounded in the hall of the Dragon Sect, and those with weaker skills were bleeding from their mouths and noses. Hearing this, he felt bored and wanted to vomit, so he hurriedly practiced his skills to resist, everyone in the field looked as usual, only Yelu Nanxian and Hong Antong were the only ones.
Finally, Ouyang Feng's aura had reached its peak, he opened his mouth, and a burst of true energy hit Song Qingshu directly. Although the true energy was invisible, the hard marble slabs on the ground scattered and shattered wherever it passed, which could also make Song Qingshu Outsiders saw its divine power.
Song Qingshu has also exerted the palm strength of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the peak. Seeing this, his left leg is slightly bent, his right arm is bent inward, and his right palm draws a circle, which seems to be the most powerful move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms—Kang Long Youhui, but Song Qingshu's palm was different from Kang Long Youhui's usual fast palm. He pushed this palm extremely slowly, but no one dared to ignore the power of his palm.
There was a loud bang, smoke and dust filled the hall, and everyone felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, not to mention the low-level disciples of the Dragon Sect, even Yelu Nanxian, Hong Antong and others frowned secretly.
After the sound came, a strong gust of wind soon spread from the center of the explosion, and those with low martial arts skills were directly blown into the wall and vomited blood. Sliding away, it's just that the posture is not so embarrassing.
When the strong wind hit his body, Yelu Nanxian's expression also changed, and he hurriedly stepped back three steps before stabilizing his figure, leaving behind a few footprints that were stuck in the stone slab but in a rather handsome shape.
Hong Antong on the other side also backed up again and again. From the corner of his eyes, Yelu Nanxian noticed that Yelu Nanxian had stabilized his figure, and quickly used a thousand catty falling kung fu, smashing the stone slab on the ground with one foot, so he took two steps back and stopped. But he forced luck like this, a bright red flashed across his face, he felt a fishy smell in his mouth, and quickly swallowed the blood foam back.
Hong Antong is also aware of the bitterness. Now that the enemy of the Dragon Sect is present, these people have evil intentions. This can just reflect the level of everyone's martial arts. If he shows timidity, the group of sharks will smell like blood. Everyone will see themselves as a piece of fat. So Hong Antong had no choice but to use this method to deter many forces with ulterior motives.
Sure enough, when the group stabilized their figures, they saw that Hong Antong had only retreated two steps, and Yue Zhiyuan stood there like Yue Zhiyuan watching the competition in the field, and the faces of all the masters were full of surprise.
Yelu Nanxian didn't have the time to watch their intrigue, but concentrated on watching the competition in the arena.