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Fengling Ferry, a classic scene of golden martial arts, the origin of Yang Guo's lifelong allusion at first sight.

When Zhang Sanfeng and A Qing's servants rushed here, but seeing the cold wind and fury, the falling snow drifted

, looked around, there was nothing,

and the tavern looming in the wind and snow in the distance was the only building here.

The wooden stick in A Qing's hand casually stabbed into the sky, and the sword intent soared into the sky, cutting through the clouds.

However, the white snow in the sky continued to fall leisurely, and there was no sign of being affected by the sword qi at all.

"Why can't this snow stop?" A Qing did not believe in evil in his heart, and once again stabbed out a bamboo stick towards

the sky, and the sharp sword qi came from the bottom up, cutting through the space, tearing a huge hole in the middle of heaven and earth,

but the sky was still covered with snow.

"This snowflake is some kind of manifestation of the origin of heaven and earth, and if the level of the move cannot reach the rules, it will not stop the snowflake."

Zhang Sanfeng reminded in a loud voice on the side.

Although his Dao practice is not as good as A Qing, when it comes to vision, he is far from superior.

When he was in the Flood Desolation World, he not only had Fang Yi's close guidance, but also had the Dao Ancestor-level permission granted by Fang Yi.

He has personally experienced, manipulated, or even written the laws of the world, so his ability to perceive the laws of the world is far more than that of ghosts and immortals in the same realm.

"Don't speak so mysteriously, I don't understand."

Ah Qing enthusiastically poked at the sky with a bamboo stick, and the frequency of sword qi shooting out became faster and faster, creating more and more spatial rifts.

Seeing that A Qing was having fun, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say much anymore, and walked towards the tavern in front of him alone, intending to explore the situation first.

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Sanfeng pushed open the wooden door of the tavern, he found that there were already several groups of people sitting inside, confronting each other.

"There are masters in the room..." The moment he stepped into the tavern, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly felt that several powerful qi machines locked him.

The warrior's spiritual sense automatically activated and operated, as if there were dangers in all directions, and there were ambushes in any corner of the front, back, left, right, up and down.

In this situation, Zhang Sanfeng was in danger, his eyes were clear and clear, and the spiritual platform visualized Yin and Yang Taiji

, taking its chaotic and round artistic conception,

and simply and ingeniously broke the lock of qi hanging on his body.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng turned his eyes slightly, his gaze swept across the room, and he took in the appearance of all the characters.

Tall, short, fat and thin, men and women, old and young, Taoist monks, martial arts rules can be provoked, can not be provoked, gathered together, very lively.

"Two fake monks, a little beggar." Simply looking at the faces of the members in the room, Zhang Sanfeng already had a rough bottom in his heart.

Although there are many characters in the tavern, according to his current behavior, most of them are actually not Erle.

What is really noteworthy are the two monk-dressed guys sitting at two tables in the west side of the tavern.

A middle-aged man's face, no more than fifty years old, his face was rosy, faintly revealing his divine light, his palms were folded, and he chanted silently.

The other beard is white, with countless scars on his body, focusing on the food, tearing the chicken in his hand, slovenly.

It is worth noting that although the two monks behaved very differently, they were unexpectedly followed by two young men with shrunken expressions.

Especially the middle-aged monk, the young prince beside him was white-skinned and polite, and gave birth to a rare good skin.

"Strange, two fake monks, instead of robbing property, they robbed two young men, is this what Fang Ju and I said... Father?

Zhang Sanfeng maliciously choreographed two sentences of these two fake monks in his heart,

and then solemnly moved his gaze to a beggar with tattered and dirty clothes who was relying on firewood for warmth.

Unlike other unfashionable goods in the tavern, when his gaze swept over this beggar,

Zhang Sanfeng even had a faint illusion of facing A Qing, and the mountain was on his back.

"Brother, there is no shop in this tavern, so you bring your own food."

As if sensing that Zhang Sanfeng was looking for the tavern, the beggar suddenly turned sideways and greeted Zhang Sanfeng warmly.

"If you don't dislike it, brother, you can come and bake the fire with me, if you are hungry, I still have half a baked cake here."

Saying that, he raised the slightly burnt baked baked biscuit in his hand.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I brought my own food."

Zhang Sanfeng walked over and sat with the beggar without any image.

Then he reached out and felt two vermilion fruits from his arms, and gave one to the beggar.

"Old Dao Zhang Sanfeng, I don't know what to call my brother?"

"My mother calls me a dog mongrel, Brother Zhang, you can call me a dog mongrel."

Beggars... The dog mongrel's expression when he spoke was serious, and he didn't know how untrue his words were.

"Dog miscellaneous... I'll still call you Brother Shi. The sincere frankness of the dog mongrel made Zhang Sanfeng speechless for a while, and he quickly changed his name.

According to the "List of Main Characters of Golden Martial Arts" provided by Zhang Tianshi,

it is no surprise that the young man in front of him is another heavyweight in the Golden Martial Arts who is comparable to A Qing.

Highly suspected dog brother Shi Shaotian, the son of Shi Qing, the beginning is full of mockery and internal strength cultivation, the internal strength is unmatched, and

after clearing the copy of Xia Ke Island in the later stage, he also unlocks the only limited exercise "Tai Xuan Jing" in the whole picture, fist palm light skill sword, all proficient,

invincible in the world.

"Brother Zhang, don't don't, how can you be like them, I said that I am not surnamed Shi."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng call himself, dog mongrel... Shi Potian's face turned red with fright, and he waved his hand again and again and shook his head.

"No, no, Brother Shi, you don't know something, I have a little understanding of the old way, and calculated that Brother Shi, you must change your name and surname Shi in the future."

Zhang Sanfeng was talking nonsense, so that Shi Potian was stunned and at a loss.

Of course, in fact, Zhang Sanfeng's words are actually correct.

In the original work, although an open-ended ending was left, as long as Shi Qing returned Min Rou and the two of them, there was still a person with normal brains

, calm down and think about it afterwards, combined with Mei Fanggu's palace guarding sand, and Shi Potian's appearance like their second son,

it is not difficult to guess that Shi Potian is actually their lost eldest son Shi Potian.

"Hmph!" Xu is Zhang Sanfeng and Shi Potian chatting loudly and unscrupulously, disrupting some kind of silent balance in the tavern.

A strong man suddenly slapped the table hard, and the pure internal strength struck, smashing the entire table to smithereens.

The partner who sat at the table with him put his hand on the handle of the sword on his waist.

"Under the Flying Harrier Hu Tuyu, I wonder which senior apprentice the two Excellencies are making such a noise here?"

He strode in front of Zhang Sanfeng and Shi Potian, and simply arched his hand, testing the origin of these two unplanned guys.

It's just that what embarrasses him is that Zhang Sanfeng takes care of himself and roasts the fire, and there is no one around.

Shi Potian blinked his clear and innocent gaze, not knowing what to ask.