The Shenyang Sect Master Shan Jiangchuan's expression was not good. Ouyang Feng was even younger than his son, yet he was already so powerful!

Ouyang Zhen laughed heartily: "Please excuse my poor performance."

Shan Zhengguang wanted to pick up his sword again and fight him again, but seeing the attitude of the martial arts people watching the spectacle, he managed to hold back, though he didn't give Ouyang Feng a friendly look.

Ouyang Wanzhi curled her lips: "Neither of them, father and son, has any gentlemanly manners. In this kind of martial arts atmosphere, even if Master becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance, he will not be able to order them around."

"My master's wife had already foreseen this situation before we came." Yin Shihuai now had even more faith in his master's wife. His master was blinded by power and was too short-sighted.

"I'll go." Seeing Shan Zhengguang step down from the stage, Zhuge Zhifei stepped up, waving a fan in his hand, looking dashing and debonair.

Ouyang Wan complained again, "His fan-waving isn't as graceful as Uncle Shangguan's."

Yin Shihuai nodded seriously: "Indeed."

Master's wife once said that if Uncle Shangguan didn't usually see people in the martial arts world, he probably wouldn't even be as beautiful as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. Even though he was usually frivolous, people would sometimes be distracted when they looked at him. Only Master's wife was unaffected.

Zhuge Zhi's weapon is the folding fan in his hand. The folding fan contains a universe within. Not only are the fan ribs made of millennia-old cold iron, but the fan surface is also made of golden cicada silk. Golden cicada silk is impervious to water and fire and is a treasure of the martial arts world. However, how to cultivate golden cicada silk and how to weave it into cloth are the closely guarded secrets of Wuxiang Manor.

“Junior Brother Ouyang, I’m actually getting the better deal by using this folding fan as a weapon.” Zhuge Zhi didn’t seem to mind admitting his advantage at all, laughing heartily. He seemed much more open-minded than Shan Zhengguang, who had just gone down with a gloomy face.

"No, in the martial world, how many people don't use weapons? This is one of the ways to demonstrate martial arts skills. If I, your junior brother, were to give up this longsword, all my martial arts skills would be useless."

Seeing his agreement, not only Zhuge Zhi but also the onlookers cheered. Indeed, when faced with real danger, who cares what weapons the other side uses? The victor is king, regardless of the means.

Zhuge Zhi's smile remained unchanged: "Junior Brother Ouyang, be careful, I'm coming."

Ouyang Feng was on high alert. Zhuge Zhi gave him a greater sense of crisis than Shan Zhengguang had just done. Therefore, when Zhuge Zhi attacked, he did not test him but attacked directly.

As expected, Zhuge Zhi's fan weapon was not only made of special materials, but also possessed unique internal energy, and could even launch hidden weapons.

Ouyang Wan exclaimed in surprise, but was relieved to see her senior brother narrowly escape. Fortunately, their master's wife had given them special training in this area. During that time, the three of them had been living a life worse than death, all to avoid these unexpected dangers, and now the results were in.

At the same time, Ouyang Zhen's expression changed, and seeing Ouyang Feng dodge, he slowly revealed a smile.

Zhuge Chun, the master of Wuxiang Manor, looked solemn and smiled at Ouyang Zhen, but his smile didn't reach his eyes: "Brother Ouyang has indeed raised a good disciple."

"No, it's all because he worked hard."

Zhuge Chun and Shan Jiangchuan were furious to see him like this. They never expected that Ouyang Zhen, that old scoundrel, had a disciple who was even more outstanding than his son.

However, this didn't stop them from teasing Ouyang Zhen: "Why didn't your sister-in-law come out with you this time? Could it be that you have good news?"

Although martial arts practitioners value lineage more than blood ties, this is just an outward statement. Who wouldn't want their sect to be passed down to future generations? Disciples are always a step behind.

It all depends on what names Ouyang Zhen gives his two disciples. If he doesn't care, why not let them have the surname Song? You should know that all the previous valley masters of Linghe Valley were descendants of the Song family. If Ouyang Zhen really doesn't mind, Linghe Valley should be passed back to the Song family.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zhen sneered inwardly. Although this was indeed a knot in his heart, the great cause was more important than his descendants.

Moreover, I am still young. Once I become the leader of the martial arts world and command the world, there will be plenty of people willing to have my children in the future!

So he answered evasively, "This valley master alone is enough for the martial arts tournament; my wife will naturally stay in the valley to manage affairs."

Thinking of his son's disheveled state just now, Shan Jiangchuan had no intention of letting him off so easily: "Speaking of which, your sister-in-law is not young anymore. Brother Ouyang should consider having an heir, so as not to cause any harm to your sister-in-law during childbirth. If there is any unspeakable difficulty, Brother Ouyang, we are not outsiders. Our clan supports two retired imperial physicians who can examine you and your sister-in-law."

"Yes, Brother Ouyang, we must not hide our illness from medical treatment."

"No need." Ouyang Zhen looked at the two of them with a frosty expression. "We two are naturally fine, and we don't care who inherits our mantle. If you two have the time, you should give your sons more guidance."

Just then, Zhuge Zhi was defeated by Ouyang Feng, and the man with the frosty face became Zhuge Chun.

Seeing that it wasn't just his son who had embarrassed himself, Shan Jiangchuan felt a little better than before.

Zhuge Zhi himself, however, didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Even after losing, he still smiled warmly and said, "Junior Brother Ouyang, you won."

Ouyang Feng cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Brother Zhuge, you flatter me."

Seeing that the two had finished fighting, some other martial arts practitioners were also eager to try: "Young Master Ouyang, may I have a go at your skills?"

This man belonged to no sect or faction, but he had a reputation in the martial arts world because he hated evil and killed many cult members. He was generally respected by people in the martial arts world.

Having been taught the characteristics of people from the martial arts world by Song Xia, Ouyang Feng knew who he was after a little thought and didn't refuse: "Please."

"Great! I like people like you who don't pretend to be respectable and upright."

This middle-aged man wields a knife. It's clear that he doesn't have many techniques, but because of his great strength and powerful internal energy, the force he unleashes is considerable.

Compared to internal strength, Ouyang Feng was somewhat lacking, but in terms of techniques, he far surpassed his opponent, so the fight appeared to be evenly matched and extremely exciting.

After a few breaths, the man stopped first, and there was no winner: "Young Master Ouyang's skill is indeed remarkable. As expected of a prestigious sect, we admire you. Thank you for your guidance."

"Not at all, it's just that my teacher's wife has taught me very well."

This answer deepened the smiles on Shan Jiangchuan and Zhuge Chun's faces: "What, didn't Brother Ouyang personally instruct Nephew Ouyang in his martial arts skills?"

"It seems that my sister-in-law is indeed worthy of being Senior Song's daughter. Not only has she thoroughly mastered the Spirit Crane Sword Technique and Spirit Crane Lightness Skill, but the disciples she has taught are also extremely outstanding."

"However, no matter how capable my sister-in-law is, I cannot entrust all my courage to her alone."

The two of them talked back and forth, which made Ouyang Zhen very angry, and the way he looked at Ouyang Feng was no longer so warm.