Galloping in the fantasy world

Yang Guo hurriedly jumped away and looked at Hong Qigong's business. He saw him picking up a branch from the ground and using it as a short stick. The two men had already started fighting again. Hong Qigong's dog-beating stick technique was reincarnated in this world, except for Aotian. In addition, the Night Angel is unparalleled in the world. However, it is easy to perform and is willing to perform. In addition, it also lacks exquisite stick skills. This matter will be used one by one.

Fighting on the spot, competing with Shicai's fists and kicks, made another scene, but seeing the staff go and the divine dragon Yaojiao, the rod glaring and the snake dancing, maybe like a rainbow crossing the field, or like a shooting star chasing the moon, Yang Guo was so thrilling to see, like He was so drunk that he was so drunk that he explained everything to Yang Guo.

"He is known for his agility, his moves are weird, and his power is astonishing. It includes stick techniques, stick techniques, and staff techniques. The complexity of the moves is self-evident."

"Although the Beggar Clan only has thirty-six ways, twelve moves and eight-character formulas. Although the names are crude and vulgar, the changes are subtle and the moves are wonderful. It is actually the first-class kung fu in martial arts that has been favored throughout the ages. It is a pity to make up for it. The martial arts skills are passed down orally to Lailai from the previous leader. If they are so conservative, they will eventually be lost."

"Senior." At this point, Aotian showed off his martial arts, and Yang Guo had already changed his name to "Senior." "Could it be that you know the formula for stealing martial arts at night?"

Yang Guo asked, but it made him want to learn the rules of the rivers and lakes, and it also made him know how to steal land. He only said that he was out of curiosity, so he asked again.

Aotian smiled and said: "Although I can say that I know Tianxia martial arts well, it just so happens that I know the two secret arts of the Beggar Clan, He and I. Well, Hong Qi will teach you again if he gets the chance."

Yang Guo waved his hand quickly, "Being able to see the secrets of martial arts today has opened my eyes. It's beyond my wildest dreams."

In the distance, Hong Qigong listened to the conversation between the two men, and was surprised and amazed in his heart. He was so surprised that he did not expect that the "senior" who looked extremely young, Ju Ran, would meet the two magical powers of the Beggar Clan at night. Sigh, the old poisonous Ouyang Feng, Ju Ran, a adopted son with a character that complements the world, really makes Tian blind.

Outside the cave, Er Ren removed his stick and fought until dusk. It was hard to tell the winner. Yang Guo saw that the terrain was dangerous and the mountains were full of ice and snow, making it extremely slippery. Er Ren was old and he would miss again if he continued fighting, so he shouted loudly. , to persuade the second term to stop fighting.

But Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng started fighting, so who would stop?

Yang Guo saw Hong Qigong's greedy appearance when he was eating, and thought that if he could be tempted by delicious food, it might be effective, so he dug up a lot of yams and cassava in the mountains and fields, and lit a fire to roast them until they were fragrant.

Hong Qigong smelled the aroma and called out to the thief: "Stinky toad, I'm going to fight you. It's important for us to eat." He rushed to Yang Guo's side, grabbed two yams and ate them. Although his mouth was so hot that it hurt, he continued to eat. He kept praising vaguely.

Ouyang Feng chased it down and struck it with a stick on its head.

However, Hong Qigong made up for it, picked up a yam and threw it at it, calling the thief: "Eat it!"

Ouyang Feng was stunned, took it and ate it, forgetting about the fierce fight just now.

That night Si Renju slept in the cave again.

Yang Guo wanted to help his adoptive father regain his memory and mentioned various past events to him. Ouyang Feng always responded blankly, and then stretched out his fist to hit his head hard, showing that he was thinking hard again, but he had no clue and was very distressed.

Yang Guo was afraid that it would become even crazier, so he persuaded it to sleep peacefully, but he turned over and over to sleep, thinking about Erren's boxing and palm skills, and became more and more excited as he thought about them. In the middle of the night, I fell asleep until I was extremely tired.

As for Aotian, it is necessary to make up for it, nourish the cells, and store energy for the cells. This is a long process, so don’t rush it.

Early the next morning, Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong started fighting again. Aotian immediately woke up the sleeping Yang Guo and let him watch the fight between the two. He himself explained various mysteries to Yang Guo just like yesterday. .

I fought for two days and went to bed late. After fighting for four consecutive days, I was exhausted and almost exhausted, but I was always willing to give up half a move.

Yang Guo thought: "What did Mingtian say about supplementing at night to make them fight again?"

Late at night, when Ouyang Feng fell asleep, he whispered to Hong Qigong: "Old senior, please take a step outside the cave to talk."

Hong Qigong followed it out. After more than ten feet away from the cave, Yang Guo suddenly knelt down, kowtowed repeatedly, and added one sentence at night.

Hong Qigong was stunned and realized what was going on. He knew that he wanted to take pity on Ouyang Feng because he was sick, so he gave in and gave in. Yangtian laughed loudly and said, "What are you going to do?" He dragged the wooden stick backwards and went down the mountain. Then left.

After only walking a few feet, Ouyang Feng suddenly heard the wind in his clothes. Ouyang Feng rushed out of the hole, swung his staff across the room, and shouted angrily: "Old guy, do you want to escape?"

Hong Qigong gave in to these three moves and tried to seize the way, but was blocked by Ouyang Feng's staff wind from all directions. He escaped and was able to make up for it.

The masters competed to make up for half a point, but Hong Qigong was willing to give in. He was at a disadvantage again and again, and he was embarrassed. He almost died under the stick several times. When he saw it thrust the stick forward and hit him in the lower abdomen, he knew that It wielded a staff and used it very powerfully from behind. It avoided the opponent's position and immediately blocked it with the horizontal staff.

Hong Qigong suddenly felt a sharp internal force coming from his staff, and he was startled: "You want to compete with me in internal force?" As soon as the thought came to his mind, the enemy's internal force was already overwhelming, so he could use his internal force to resist, and even more With no other strategy, I urgently used my strength to resist.

With two people's cultivation like this, if one of them accidentally throws a stick and a palm into the opponent's mind, the internal energy will be generated immediately to protect against each other. Even if he is injured, it will not be a serious problem if he repairs it at night. This matter is a competition of internal energy, but it is already But there is no room for it, a situation where one must make up for one's own death.

Erren had fought several times before, but he was afraid of his opponent. He had no chance of winning, so he dared to take such a risk easily, for fear that he would seek glory and humiliation and risk his life in vain. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feng was so confused that he tried to make up for the victory by fighting for several days. Sudden luck and internal force attack each other.

Yang Guo was very worried when he saw the two men competing for their internal strength. If it attacked Hong Qigong's heart, it could help his adoptive father to win. Then he saw that Hong Qigong's head was full of white hair. He was majestic but also kind and kind. He was upright and chivalrous. Accompanied by his easy-going and free-spirited attitude, Bu Zijin was attracted by him. Not to mention that he was willing to give in in response to his entreaties, so how could he bear to harm him?

The two were in a stalemate for another while, and wisps of white air came out of Ouyang Feng's head, gradually getting thicker and thicker, like a steamer. Hong Qigong's night envoy resisted with all his strength, and he could no longer care about whether the envoy would hurt the other party's life. , if you can protect yourself, you will be lucky.

At this moment, Aotian walked out of the cave, put his hands on the shoulders of Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong, and guided them one by one. The two men were originally facing each other tit for tat, but were immediately guided by Aotian to go elsewhere.

There was only a rumble, and the pine tree in the distance fell down, its trunk was shattered into pieces.

The two were saved by this. Otherwise, if the competition between the two continued, sooner or later the oil well would die. In the original work, the two were exhausted because of their internal strength, so they tried their best to compete with each other's moves and cracking methods. In the end, the oil well died. The lamp died, they hugged each other and laughed to death.

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