Chapter 107: Enemies of the Same Age

This scene shocked Yang Guo extremely.

He knew that Feng Yi's martial arts skills were the best in the world, and this old beggar had just jumped down from the tree and attacked directly. His movements were as graceful as a dragon, and he and Feng Yi were evenly matched in a palm fight. This level of martial arts skills was in no way inferior to the strongest masters he had ever seen, Guo Jing and Ouyang Feng. He knew that he had met a master.

I took a closer look at the man, but I saw that he had a long rectangular face, white eyebrows and beard, and looked to be at least 70 years old. His clothes were patched with patches, a bamboo stick was stuck in his waist, and a vermilion lacquered gourd was on his back. At first glance, he was just an ordinary beggar, and I would never have thought that he had done such a shocking thing.

Little did he know that he was surprised, and the old beggar was even more surprised than he was.

The old beggar looked at Feng Yi and felt that this boy was full of mystery and strange beyond imagination. At such an age, facing three beautiful women at his fingertips, it was rare for him not to act recklessly. This martial arts was even more amazing.

He had been through hundreds of battles and had great knowledge of martial arts, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't see through Feng Yi's true colors.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw Feng Yi clasping his fists and saying, "Master Hong, you have great martial arts skills, strong palm power, and a strong body. You are worthy of being one of the 'Five Wonders of the World'."

Yang Guo's eyes flashed with surprise. He thought, "So this old senior is Hong Qigong, no wonder his martial arts are so amazing."

He had heard fellow brothers discussing contemporary figures in the Quanzhen Sect's Chongyang Palace. They all said that Hong Qigong, the Nine-Fingered Beggar, the former leader of the Beggar Gang, was a man of unparalleled martial arts and courage, and was a great hero.

He had also heard Xiao Longnu talk about Hong Qigong's name and unique skills such as the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" in casual conversation, but even Lin Chaoying didn't know much about Hong Qigong's appearance and temperament at that time, so Xiao Longnu would not know him even more.

The old beggar heard him say "good" three times in a row, laughed and said, "Okay, okay, okay, you are much stronger than I was when I was young. Yes, much stronger, much stronger. I know that your boxing is the Great Demon Subduing Fist from the Nine Yin Manual.

But what kind of inner strength is this? It's amazing. Who is your master? Yes, this inner strength is amazing. I have never seen it before!"

The old beggar also praised Feng Yi three times, saying he was very strong.

He is none other than the Nine-Fingered Beggar Hong Qigong.

He was an extremely foodie throughout his life. After the Battle of Mount Huashan and his separation from Guo Jing, Huang Rong and Huang Yaoshi, he traveled around the world alone, searching for exotic delicacies.

Guangdong has a warm climate and the most rare and exotic food. After he arrived in Lingnan, he was very satisfied and did not return to the Central Plains for more than ten years.

In the land of Baiyue, poisonous snakes are made into soup, old cats are stewed in a pot, spotted fish look like rats, giant shrimps are called dragons, fat oysters are stewed with old ginger, water lice are steamed with rice worms, shark fins are raw from Xisha, conchs are called Dongfeng, roasted piglets have crispy skin, and stewed civets have red meat. Hong Qigong felt like he had ascended to heaven and had endless fun.

Occasionally, when he saw something unfair, he would secretly help the poor and needy, and kill the evildoers. With his abilities at that time, no one would know his whereabouts.

Sometimes he would eavesdrop on the conversations of Beggar Gang disciples and learn that the Gang was peaceful under the leadership of Huang Rong and Lu Youjiao. The conflicts between the Dirty Clothes and Clean Clothes factions had been resolved, and apart from the pressure from the Jin people and the Iron Palm Gang, the old man had no worries and just opened his mouth and swallowed feces voraciously every day.

This year, the second ugliest of the Five Ugly Men in Sichuan killed innocent people indiscriminately in Guangdong and killed many good people.

Hong Qigong hated evil and originally planned to get rid of him easily, but it was easy to kill him alone, but it would be difficult to find the remaining four ugly men. Therefore, he followed them secretly, waiting for the five ugly men to gather together and then kill them all in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, he followed them all the way from south to north, thousands of miles away, and even all the way to Shaanxi.

At this time, the four ugly men had gathered, but the big ugly man had not arrived yet. He heard that these people were going to gather at Huashan, and he thought that he could also have a feast at Huashan, so he was drooling.

Unexpectedly, before the four ugly men could reach Mount Hua, they met Feng Yi in a dilapidated temple late at night and were killed by Feng Yi easily.

Hong Qigong didn't care, but he heard Feng Yi say from afar that he would not kill Ouyang Ke. Although Hong Qigong had his own reasons, what he said did make sense, so he didn't want to argue.

After all, both good and evil have their own reasons.

This is how the saying "People with different ideals cannot work together" comes from.

Unexpectedly, when Feng Yi went out to shout, Li Mochou suddenly appeared. He naturally knew who this "Red Snake Fairy" was, and she also came with the Four Ugly Men from Tibet.

However, he also knew that although this woman was not a good person, she was a person of her word and had a kind heart, so he deliberately watched and planned for the future.

So Li Mochou, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang fought each other, Feng Yi strangled Li Mochou to death and then revived her, and the three women left one after another, and he saw it all.

Seeing that Li Mochou had turned over a new leaf, Hong Qigong did not want to make things difficult for her. He had never killed anyone who had reformed.

Moreover, he felt amused that Feng Yi had worked so hard for a long time but ended up with nothing, but at the same time, he admired his ability to take on and let go.

Hong Qigong was well aware of the temptation of the three beauties, which was incomparable for a young man.

From beginning to end, Feng Yi never had the intention to bully the three women by taking advantage of his strength, which is extremely rare.

If other people had Feng Yi's abilities, eighty to ninety out of a hundred of them would become evil people who disregard morality.

Furthermore, Feng Yi's magical power to bring the dead back to life made him extremely curious.

When one's martial arts has been practiced to such a level as his, it is hard to find any magical skill that can arouse his curiosity. Feng Yi's Shen Zhao Jing is definitely one of them, so he could not wait and followed.

Since he was exposed by Feng Yi, he did not try to hide it and the first move he made was his most proud work of the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" - "The Dragon Will Regret". However, he did not gain any advantage.

You know, he saw with his own eyes Feng Yi using his magical skills to bring a dead man back to life, but he still didn't get the upper hand. The depth of this boy's internal strength was simply shocking.

This made Hong Qigong even more curious about Feng Yi's origins.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I said the gods taught me, do you believe it?" He thought to himself, "My foundation is from the Divine Illumination Sutra. Although it was taught by Ding Dian, this skill and understanding is systematically passed down, which is not much different from that of the gods."

Hong Qigong pouted and cursed, "I don't believe you!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Old Senior, are you looking for an excuse to find out my origins?"

Hong Qigong said: "So what?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Actually, my master is no longer in this world. This internal skill is called Shenzhaogong!"

Hong Qigong was confused and scratched his head: "Shen Zhao Gong? I've never heard of it!"

He had been famous for over 60 years and had a wide range of knowledge. He knew all the martial arts of various schools and sects in the world. However, when he heard the name of Shen Zhao Gong for the first time, he could not help but sigh: "The martial arts are indeed endless, and there is always someone better than you!"

Thinking of the second Huashan Sword Contest, when Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures against his will and both he and Huang Lao Xie were defeated, he sighed like this.

His martial arts skills had reached the pinnacle many years ago. After the first Huashan Sword Contest, he devoted himself to training, and his kung fu became more and more refined. He also heard Guo Jing and Huang Rong recite a small part of the Nine Yin Scriptures to heal their wounds. Combined with his original martial arts skills, he had made great progress. He thought that if he met the West Poison again, he would not be inferior to him.

I didn't expect to meet a freak like Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's martial arts training, that is, he has been practicing since his mother's womb, which shouldn't be the case. He couldn't help but say, "You can control yourself in front of beauty. With such determination, it's no wonder you have achieved such success. Wang Chongyang is a genius, but I think he is far inferior to you."

Feng Yi knew that he was twenty-one years old now. At this age, his martial arts skills were unmatched by anyone throughout history.

But I achieved my success with the help of the system, so there was nothing to brag about. But there was no need to explain either, so I just smiled faintly and said nothing more.

In fact, when the four ugly men from Tibet came last night, he knew that Hong Qigong had already arrived, so he went out to call him to account, but unexpectedly, Li Mochou suddenly appeared.

Later, the reason why he put on a show was not only to win the heart of the beauty, but also to give Li Mochou a chance.

Because he knows Hong Qigong well, as long as he reforms, Hong Qigong will not make things difficult for him even if he takes it upon himself to punish evildoers. This is the concept of chivalry, even if the person is extremely evil, he will not be denied the path to reform.

Hong Qigong looked at Yang Guo again and said with a smile: "Young man surnamed Yang, I think your Qinggong is also very good! Who is your aunt? Who is her master?"

Yang Guo admired Hong Qigong as a person and also admired his martial arts, so he did not dare to be presumptuous. He bowed to the ground respectfully and said, "I am Yang Guo, I pay my respects to you, Senior."

As for his aunt, he did not mention her. He thought, "Brother Feng said that if I want to marry her, I should not tell anyone that she is my master, so as not to make things difficult for her. My aunt left without saying goodbye this time, perhaps because I am her apprentice." Thinking of Xiaolongnu, his heart was touched again. He screamed, fell to the ground in the snow, and cried like a child.

Seeing that his martial arts skills were not weak, Hong Qigong was greatly surprised by his actions. He thought, "Didn't the old beggar just ask a question? One of them pretended to be a god, and the other one started crying. Could it be that the old beggar hasn't returned to the Central Plains for more than ten years, and the rules of the martial arts world have changed?"

Then he found it funny again, but after listening to a few more sounds, he suddenly felt pity. He pulled out his bamboo stick and gently poked Yang Guo's arm. Yang Guo didn't feel any strong force coming from him, and he fell backwards involuntarily.

According to the momentum of the fall, he should have been unable to get up, but he had practiced Ouyang Feng's head-down-and-feet reverse internal energy training, so he somersaulted in mid-air and remained standing.

Hong Qigong saw that he could still stand steadily after a somersault, and he could not see his martial arts skills. He felt ashamed and could not help but look at Yang Guo differently. He asked again: "If I ask you who your aunt is, it would be fine if you don't tell me. Why are you crying?"

Yang Guo replied: "I am a miserable person. It is really unnecessary for me to live in this world. It is better to die."

Hong Qigong listened to his sad words, full of resentment, and sighed.

Yang Guo is only eighteen years old now, in the prime of his youth. After Xiaolongnu left, he was in a state of self-abandonment. He felt that his parents were dead and his aunt had left him. No one in this world sympathized with him and loved him. How pitiful.

But he also felt that his father was killed by someone, and it was related to his adoptive father and Aunt Guo, and Hong Qigong was Aunt Guo's master. He felt very embarrassed.

Feng Yi saw what he was thinking, changed the subject, pointed at Yang Guo and said to Hong Qigong: “Senior Hong, take a good look at him. His parents have a close relationship with you and Mr. Guo and his wife!”

Hong Qigong became suspicious and looked at Yang Guo carefully, then asked, "Your last name is Yang, what are your parents' names?"

Yang Guo said: "My father's name was just Kang!"

Hong Qigong raised his eyebrows and looked at him intently. From the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, he could still see Yang Kang's appearance.

Yang Guo added: "My mother's surname was Mu, and her maiden name was Nianci."

Hong Qigong was shocked, his eyes widened, and he asked sternly, "You said Mu girl is dead?"

Seeing him like this, Yang Guo asked in surprise: “Senior Hong, do you know my late mother?”

Hong Qigong looked at Yang Guo with a strange expression on his face, which seemed to be happy, but also sad. He sat on a big rock and said sadly, "I taught her martial arts for three days. How did she die?"

When Mu Nianci was twelve or thirteen years old, she saved a disciple of the Beggars' Sect. Seeing her kindness, Hong Qigong taught her martial arts for three days and taught her a set of Xiaoyaoyou boxing. This is also the reason why Mu Nianci followed Yang Tiexin to compete in martial arts and traveled all over the seven roads without any opponent.

Because Mu Nianci's martial arts skills are higher than Yang Tiexin's, those who can meet the requirements of the martial arts competition to win her hand in marriage must be young people. Most people at that age cannot beat Mu Nianci.

As for his defeat to Yang Kang, it was because Yang Kang's martial arts was far inferior to that of the top masters. However, he was actually able to defeat Lu Guanying, the leader of the Taihu bandits who learned from a branch of Shaolin, without any ability to fight back. His martial arts skills were comparable to those of the Eight Bags Elder of the Beggar Gang. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were all the best in the Jiangnan martial arts, and he could also fight against them.

Yang Kang's martial arts skills were so strong that he was truly the best among the younger generation. As for the comparison with Guo Jing, it was not even valid.

Because Guo Jing has a simple mind and a pure heart, he is a rare genius in the practice of internal energy. He can learn in one year what ordinary people would learn in ten or twenty years. Once he learns advanced energy-using methods like the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", he can bring out the internal force stored in his body, and his martial arts skills will be beyond description.

After hearing what Hong Qigong said, Yang Guo's eyes were filled with tears. He was intelligent and had already guessed that Hong Qigong must have a relationship with his mother. He didn't expect that they were actually master and disciple.

Given Hong Qigong's status in the martial arts world, there were definitely not many people in the world who could learn martial arts from him for three days. With her heart warmed, she sat beside him and told him how her mother died of illness.

After listening to this, Hong Qigong sighed softly and suddenly cursed: "Yang Kang is a bastard, but Mu girl is a good girl. It's a pity that a beautiful flower is stuck in cow dung."

Yang Guo's body shook suddenly, he felt very uncomfortable and looked back at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi knew what he was thinking. He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and asked him to ask anything he wanted. He sat aside, took off the gourd, and started drinking.

After hearing Hong Qigong's scolding, Yang Guo felt more certain about what Feng Yi had said about his father. However, he still bowed before Hong Qigong and said, "Eunuch Hong, what kind of person is my father?"

Hong Qigong was puzzled and asked, "Didn't Mu girl tell you?"

Tears welled up in Yang Guo's eyes, and he said in a sad voice, "When I asked my father, she just cried and never mentioned anything about her own affairs."

Hong Qigong already understood that Yang Kang died tragically, and Mu Nianci died young out of deep love for him, just as the saying goes, "Deep love does not last long." Hong Qigong looked into the distance and sighed, "It's a long story about your father, I don't want to say more.

In short, he is fickle, greedy for fame and wealth, regards the enemy as his father, is despicable and shameless, plots against his sworn brother, murders his mentor, and sells out his country for fame. He is unfilial, unfaithful, unkind, unjust, unfraternal, untrustworthy, impolite, dishonest, and shameless. Your father is no exception!"

These words made Yang Guo pale.

"I won't talk about anything else. I will only talk about something that is closely related to me, an old beggar. That year, your father used a dagger to assassinate my apprentice, his sworn brother Guo Jing, and killed Ouyang Ke. He told the Seven True Immortals that Huang Lao Xie killed Guo Jing, and told Ouyang Feng that it was the Quanzhen Cult that killed his son. Not only did he worship him as his master, but he also provoked a big battle between the two sides.

He took my dog-beating stick and took advantage of the fact that your mother had been taught martial arts by me, and the relationship between her and some elders of our gang, and falsely passed on the old beggar's last will and succeeded as the leader of the Beggars' Gang.

He falsely accused Guo Jing, Huang Rong and Huang Lao Xie, and teamed up to harm me. Not only did he want to kill Guo Jing and Huang Rong, he also colluded with Qiu Qianren of the Iron Palm Gang to force our gang to withdraw from the north occupied by the Jin Kingdom. Several disciples of our gang died tragically, and our prestige was greatly damaged.

Later, his conspiracy was exposed and he was rescued by Qiu Qianren. He then teamed up with the Western Poison Ouyang Feng to kill the Five Freaks of Jiangnan and put the blame on Huang Lao Xie, which caused a falling out between him and me.

He led the Jin soldiers to the Misty Rain Tower in Jiaxing, colluding with the old poisonous creature to set up a snake formation. Hehe, it was foggy that day and they couldn't see each other. It almost cost the lives of the old beggar, the Quanzhen Sect, Huang Lao Xie, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others! "

Hong Qigong was immersed in the past, and the scene seemed to be just yesterday. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had been in danger of death twice in his life, all thanks to Ouyang Feng. He said faintly: "Your father followed the old poisonous creature to harm people, and he also died tragically from his snake venom. This is also retribution.

But your mother is kind-hearted, good-tempered, and beautiful. She is really a beautiful and intelligent woman. But God made her fall in love with your father..."

At this point, he suddenly heard a low sob. Looking around, even though Yang Guo had heard that his father was not a good person, after hearing Hong Qigong's words, he no longer had any doubts in his heart. He was very upset and had already burst into tears. He knelt on the ground with a plop, grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, and said, "Eunuch..."

Hong Qigong sighed and said, "The past is gone, there is no use thinking about it! Just don't be a person like your father, and everything will be fine." Then he pulled Yang Guo up.

The two looked at each other, feeling complicated and indescribable.

On that day, Yang Kang falsely spread the news of Hong Qigong's death and took over as the leader of the Beggar Gang. He was bullied by the Iron Palm Gang and still had to beg for mercy, killing his own disciples. The Beggar Gang lost all its prestige and almost became a laughing stock. Hong Qigong hated Yang Kang very much, but when he thought of the fact that he was Mu Nianci's son, he felt closer to him.

This is because Qigong passed down his martial arts throughout his life, and except for his two direct disciples Guo Jing and Huang Rong, the master's skills never lasted more than a day.

Mu Nianci had been taught for three days, and in Qiu Chuji's eyes, this was no different from being a registered disciple.

Yang Guo felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Hong Qigong say that his parents were not a good match. But he also felt that what he said was true.

If the other person is a wicked man like my father, how could he be worthy of a woman like my mother?

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Suddenly, he heard a few "gurgling" sounds, and Hong Qigong's stomach seemed to be rumbling. Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Let's not talk about these bad things." He patted his bulging stomach and said, "I see you guys are hungry too. Let's go have a big meal first, have a good sleep, and then have a good fight."

Feng and Yang saw that his body was strong and healthy, but his big belly was fat and protruding, which was a bit cumbersome.

Feng Yi knew that Hong Qigong only liked to eat, so he understood. Yang Guo had just held back his grief, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this old senior was really an extraordinary person, eating and sleeping well before fighting.

Hong Qigong lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Just follow me!" Feng Yi and Yang Guo followed immediately.

Hong Qigong went westwards and passed by a village. He stole a big rooster from a farmer's house and threw a shining golden dart.

Yang Guo felt that this man was extremely strange. If he said he was buying, he would just grab it without asking. If he said he was stealing, he would drop a golden dart, which was enough to buy a lot of chickens.

Hong Qigong stole the chicken and ran out of the village. The two men thought he was going to have a barbecue outside, but he ran several miles in one breath. Seeing that Yang Guo was too slow, he pulled him up.

In the distance, I saw a mountain standing tall, majestic and white, submerged in the clouds.

Feng Yi's heart trembled, and he asked, "Senior, where are you going?"

Hong Qigong smiled and said, "Let's go to Huashan!"

How could Feng Yi not be familiar with this place? This was where he broke his leg. He stopped immediately and shook his head, saying, "Why do we have to go to Huashan if we want to eat?"

He understood that the old beggar was going to Huashan to eat centipedes. He knew that in the original plot, Hong Qigong died in a battle with Ouyang Feng on Huashan, and this was also his death.

Now that he has encountered this disaster, if he doesn't go to Huashan, maybe he can escape this disaster.

How could Hong Qigong know what he was thinking? He stopped and said, "I have been chasing the five ugly men from Lingnan for four days and four nights without sleep. You killed four of them and there is still one big ugly man. You have an appointment with them to meet at Huashan.

We can kill a villain and find some delicious food, which is the best way to repay it!" He patted his stomach.

He also said: "The shade of Huashan is the coldest place in the world, and the centipedes produced there are the fattest and tenderest. The weather in Guangdong is hot, and everything grows fast. Pork is too fatty, and green vegetables have too many tendons, so centipede meat is rough."

Yang Guo listened to him and thought he was serious and he was not joking, which made him very confused.

Feng Yi knew that this was a foodie, so he just said, "Senior, then you go, Brother Yang and I have things to do."

He thought that as long as Yang Guo was not there, Hong Qigong would not have to fight for his life when he met Ouyang Feng.

Hong Qigong was startled, then laughed and said, "Yes, there has been only one road to Huashan since ancient times. I have seen many heroes who didn't frown even when they were beheaded and bleeding. But when it comes to climbing Huashan in the snow and eating centipedes with an old beggar like me, there is no one like him. Hehe, you two boys, although you are good at martial arts, are cowards after all."

Feng Yi was provoked by him and remained unmoved.

However, Yang Guo hated being looked down upon the most, so he said proudly: "Brother Feng, you and I can follow this old senior to climb Huashan Mountain, what's the harm?"

Feng Yi frowned and said, "Brother, this Huashan is not fun. I once broke a leg. Did you know that?"

Yang Guo nodded and said, “I know!”

Feng Yi said seriously, "I just wanted to go to the top of Huashan Mountain to see the remains of the Huashan Sword Contest, but I was blown away by a gust of mountain wind and fell off the Huashan Road. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have been smashed to pieces. I was really scared. Besides, aren't you going to look for your aunt?"

Yang Guo was immediately shocked and thought, "Brother Feng's leg was broken in the fall on Mount Hua. I still have to go to find my aunt, why should I go to such a dangerous place?" He immediately said, "Eunuch Hong, I won't go."

Hong Qigong's face turned black and he said angrily, "You little bastard, keep gossiping. I'm too lazy to talk to you any more. Yang Guo, come with me!" As he said that, he grabbed Yang Guo and was about to take him away.

Feng Yi grabbed Yang Guo's other hand like lightning and said, "You can't go!"

In Hong Qigong's eyes, his behavior was nothing but nonsense, which made the old man furious. His hair and beard trembled, and he could no longer bear it, so he slapped Feng Yi in the face.

Feng Yi punched to block, but before his fists and palms made contact, Hong Qigong suddenly changed his moves, turning his palms into fingers and pointing them at his chest, and Feng Yi changed his palm to sweep sideways.

The two exchanged several moves at lightning speed, without any contact between their fists and palms. Yang Guo, who was in the middle, did not feel the strong wind or pain, and hurriedly shouted, "Please stop, both of you!"

Hong Qigong pressed his right palm towards Feng Yi's left hand. Feng Yi responded quickly. Hong Qigong raised his right leg at the same time and his knee hit Feng Yi's lower abdomen silently.

The two men were fighting in close combat, and were too close to each other, so there was no way to dodge the knee. However, Feng Yi remained calm, raised his right arm, poked Hong Qigong's hand with his fingers, and pressed Hong Qigong's knee with his elbow.

Hong Qigong shook his head and lowered his shoulders, holding Yang Guo's left hand and suddenly struck out; at the same time, Feng Yi also let go of Yang Guo, and with a hissing sound of his left hand, his finger force bounced towards Hong Qigong's palm.

"Finger of Magic!"

Hong Qigong was startled and quickly retracted his hand. He tapped his toes and soared into the sky. While in the air, he struck down with one palm, which was like a drop from the sky. It was exactly the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Feng Yi also laughed loudly: "What a great Dragon Subduing Palm!"

His body seemed to be pulled from behind by someone, and suddenly bounced more than a meter away, without taking the sharp attack of Hong Qigong head-on.

Hong Qigong landed lightly on the ground, his eyes were huge, and he asked, "Have you ever fought with Huang Lao Xie?"

Feng Yi nodded and said, "Not bad!"

For a moment, the only sound was the rustling of snow falling in the wind.

Yang Guo looked at the two men carefully. They both had solemn expressions. It was obvious that they had just had a fierce fight. They both knew that they had met a strong enemy. Before he could think again, he saw Hong Qigong snorted and said, "Boy, why don't you want me and Yang Guo to go to Huashan? Why? Don't tell me nonsense that was blown away by the wind."

Feng Yi was silent for a while, then sighed, "Because a few days ago, I met the hero Guo and his wife, and learned that they were sending out invitations to heroes, hoping to unite the martial arts heroes to fight against Mongolia. And the only two people who are qualified to be the leader of the martial arts world are Gang Leader Hong.

If you went to a dangerous place like Mount Huashan, and something really went wrong, how could I bear the consequences?

If someone uses me to take advantage of you and says I killed you, just like Yang Kang framed Island Master Huang, how can I explain myself clearly? "

When Hong Qigong heard this, he was stunned.

However, he just couldn't understand one thing. His white eyebrows were raised, his face was angry, and he sneered, "Feng kid, Huashan is where I had two sword fights. Why would you want to kill me? You still look down on me in your heart!"

Feng Yi shook his head. "It is well known that Gang Leader Hong is a martial arts master, but it is not uncommon for him to have accidents or fall down on the road. With Gang Leader Hong's reputation, if something happens to him at this critical moment of the Heroes Conference, wouldn't it be a great blow to the Central Plains? Can't you just be patient for a while?"

Hong Qigong sneered and said, "Boy, why did you learn all these martial arts?"

Feng Yi was stunned.

Hong Qigong sneered and said, "You can't tell, right?"

At this point, Hong Qigong's eyes sparkled, and he looked at Yang Guo's face again, and then with a stern face, he continued: "The old beggar is over eighty years old, and he won't live for many days. You are in the right time. Now the Song Dynasty is in danger, and a real man should gallop around to protect the country and the people.

You all either rack your brains to please women, or you lose your mind and are desperate for them. How can you be a real man?"

Feng Yi felt his heartbeat quicken and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Yang Guo's face turned even redder. He had never thought about what Hong Qigong said, what Mongolians and Han people. He had thought of committing suicide several times because of Xiaolongnu. It seemed that Hong Qigong had heard everything he told Feng Yi about himself and his aunt.

Suddenly, a long laugh was heard, the sound was like the collision of metal and iron, like a broken cymbal, clanging and piercing. The birds in the distance were also disturbed and flew into the sky with a whoosh.

Several people were startled by the sound. Feng Yi looked at Hong Qigong. Hong Qigong's expression became more and more strange, as if he was remembering something very distant.

Several people turned their heads and looked, they heard a few "dong, dong, dong" sounds and a figure appeared from the woods on the left side of the road. They saw that the figure was upside down, holding a stone in each hand and walking with ease and speed astonishingly faster than other people running normally.

In the blink of an eye, that person was already close. He was none other than the Western Poison Ouyang Feng.

Feng Yi was wondering, could it be that these two old guys were destined to die together? Yang Guo was so happy that he suddenly jumped out and laughed loudly: "Dad, Dad, Dad, why are you here?"

When Hong Qigong heard him call him that, he was even more surprised and thought, "Yang Kang killed Ouyang Feng's son, and Yang Kang's son called Ouyang Feng dad?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "This is my foster father."

Hong Qigong exclaimed, "Oh, so that's it."

Ouyang Feng turned over and stood upright, glanced at Yang Guo and Feng Yi, then set his sights on Hong Qigong.

Although he had fought with Feng Yi, sometimes yes and sometimes no, he and Hong Qigong had been sworn enemies for decades, and the hatred between them was deeply imprinted in his mind. Now he looked vaguely familiar with him, and although he didn't understand why, he naturally got angry when he saw him.

Ouyang Feng squinted at Hong Qigong and shouted, "Hey, what's your name?"

When Hong Qigong heard this, he saw the confusion on his face and knew that he had never recovered since he went crazy more than ten years ago. He said, "My name is Ouyang Feng, what's your name?"

Ouyang Feng's heart was shocked. He remembered that Yang Guo once told him that "Ouyang Feng" was his name. He shook his head and said, "No. My name is Ouyang Feng."

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "No! Your name is Stinky Toad."

Ouyang Feng was naturally very familiar with the word "toad". It sounded somewhat similar, but upon closer thought, it was not.

Hong Qigong saw him standing there in a daze, with a fierce light suddenly flashing in his eyes, ready to attack immediately. He knew that this attack would be like an overwhelming force, unstoppable, so he was secretly on guard.

Sure enough, Ouyang Feng roared, pounced forward viciously and chopped him with a palm. Hong Qigong did not dare to be negligent and attacked with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

There was a sudden sound like thunder, Ouyang Feng took a step to the side, and Hong Qigong also took a step back, laughing: "Stinky Toad, you are still as crazy as you were back then!"

Hong Qigong was confident in his deep internal strength, which had been improving over the past decades. The West Poison had been insane for more than ten years, and it was a miracle that he was not dead. His internal strength must have declined, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't gain any advantage.

Ouyang Feng said viciously: "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" He swung out another palm.

Hong Qigong laughed and extended his left palm. The two palms collided. Hong Qigong's palm power changed from release to retraction, and he turned his feet. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feng moved and turned around, floating backwards.

Hong Qigong thought to himself, "I haven't seen this old poisoner for more than ten years. It's a wonder that he can go crazy but not die. It's also a wonder that his internal strength has not decreased but increased. And what he did is even more amazing."

Hong Qigong was proud of his magical powers, and thought that since Ouyang Feng was not in the right mind, the fight would certainly not be as good as when he was conscious. This move was actually a trap. Once Ouyang Feng engaged in the fight, he would be dragged down by the internal force. At that time, he would extend his right palm with full force, naturally catching his opponent off guard and securing the victory in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feng avoided fighting and all his subsequent moves failed. It was obvious that this old guy was crazy and had forgotten his fighting skills at all. He immediately became fully alert and focused on the battle.

If he had been defeated by a madman in front of two young men, Hong Qigong would have no chance of staying in the martial arts world.

(End of this chapter)