Live broadcast room.

"This move is very cool. I give you 82 points. The remaining 18 points will be given to you in the form of 666."

"This is the style of a time traveler. Try not to force things if you can take action."

"Decisive killing, well done!"

"These three guys are not good people, just kill them."

As Wang Xiaoer killed Peng Lianhu, Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng in one move, the group members were shocked.

“@王小二, I saw you guys take action, and I felt something was wrong.”

Su Qing touched his chin and said, "Tell Wang Xiaoer."

"What's wrong?"

Wang Xiaoer was a little confused.

"According to the description in the original novel, the strength of Peng Lianhu and the other two is only at the acquired level."

“Even if they are the five greatest masters in the world, they are at most the best at acquired level, and definitely have not reached the innate level.”

"Among them, Wang Chongyang, who had the strongest martial arts, could only barely touch the edge of the innate realm, and later died after breaking through the innate realm."

"But when you guys started fighting just now, I saw that Peng Lianhu and the other two were full of vitality, and they were obviously Xiantian realm warriors."

Su Qing thought for a moment and asked, "This is obviously different from the original. What's going on?"

In fact, the last time Wang Xiaoer was broadcasting live, Huang Laoxie’s appearance made him somewhat suspicious.

The strength displayed by Huang Lao Xie is obviously inconsistent with the original work.

However, Su Qing didn't care about it at that time and just thought he had seen it wrong.

"As for this question, it should be said that the overall strength has been significantly enhanced."

Wang Xiaoer replied: "Maybe this is the world of comprehensive martial arts. The dimension has been upgraded, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is obviously richer, and martial arts are more prosperous?"

"Of course, I don't know the specific reason."

“As far as I know.”

He quickly explained it, and the group members then realized how big the changes in the world of Zongwu were.

Let’s not talk about the distant past, let’s just talk about the recent three kingdoms: Mongolia, Jin, and Song.

The Five Greatest Masters in the World are all third-order grandmasters, and the leader of the Five Great Masters, Wang Chongyang, has even reached the fourth-order martial arts Gangqi realm.

Twenty years ago, during the Kaixi Battle between the Song and Jin dynasties, the Song army divided its forces into three routes and attacked Shaanxi, Lianghuai and other areas.

Upon hearing the news, Jin Ting appointed Pushankui as the left deputy marshal and Wanyan Kuang as the right deputy marshal, and led the army to block the Song army.

At the beginning of the war, various Song troops took the initiative to attack and successively recovered Sizhou, Hongxian and other places. However, they were frustrated when attacking Su, Tang, Cai and other states.

Afterwards, Pushankui took advantage of the success in the initial battle and divided his troops into nine routes to launch a full-scale counterattack against the Southern Song Dynasty from Shaanxi, Henan, Huaibei and other places.

At the critical moment, Wang Chongyang organized the heroes of Jianghu to provide support and fought against the top master of the Jin Dynasty court, Sunflower Patriarch.

The battle was so earth-shattering that the sun and moon dimmed. Wang Chongyang used his Xiantian Gong to counter the Sunflower Manual magical power of the Sunflower Patriarch, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

The morale of the Song army and civilians increased greatly, and they finally stopped the Jin troops from continuing to move south, which led to the subsequent Jiading Peace Agreement.

However, Wang Chongyang suffered a severe blow and died shortly after returning to Quanzhen Sect. Before his death, he used his last breath to break the Toad Skill of Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.

After the old man Sunflower returned to Jinting, he was seriously injured and died soon after.

After this battle, Song and Jin did not dare to start a war again for twenty years.

Originally, Temujin, who in history should have only known how to ride and shoot, is actually a master-level expert in this martial arts world, practicing the Canglang Magic Skill that can only be practiced by the bloodline of the grassland's golden family.

Therefore, the twenty years of peace between the Song and Jin dynasties gave Temujin an opportunity to grow quietly.

The surrounding small countries, Tubo, Dali and Xixia still exist, but they are sandwiched between the Song, Jin and Mongolia countries, and are able to get along with both sides.

There are even farther places, Wang Xiaoer had heard about them from the merchants who passed by.

Thousands of miles away, there are dynasties such as the Qin, Han, Qing, Tang, and Ming, and there are also endless masters.

"I see. No wonder it's a comprehensive martial arts plane. It's like a hodgepodge."

Su Qing thought about it and decided not to dwell on this question anymore.

Since it has become a hodgepodge of martial arts, it is normal that the strength of various masters does not match the original work.

"Maybe it's really like what Xiaoer said, it's because of Zongwu."

"Hey, no matter what the reason is, let's watch the live broadcast first."

"Indeed, it doesn't matter if you become stronger, as long as the plot doesn't change."

“It’s really nice to have the advantage of foresight.”

After listening to their conversation, the other group members didn't care much.

Even high-level martial arts novels such as The Three Kingdoms, The Great Ruler, Coiled Dragon, and The Great Desolation have appeared, so what is a hodgepodge of martial arts?

In the field.

"ah"

Wanyan Kang screamed, his eyes filled with fear, and he was so scared that he almost wet his pants.

These were the three innate masters that his father had invited with great difficulty, and they just failed like this?

How strong must the opponent be to kill three innate masters with one move?

Could it be the legendary master level expert? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

There were only five masters at the Grand Master level in the Jin and Song dynasties, known as the Five Wonders.

But the master of the middle-level divine power, Wang Chongyang, had died long ago, leaving only four.

Each of these four is at least 40 or 50 years old, and none of them are so young.

Who is he?

“Get out of the way!”

Suddenly, there was a shout from a distance, and a dozen soldiers and servants holding rattan sticks started beating people on both sides and driving away the idlers.

I saw six strong men carrying a large sedan chair embroidered with gold and red coming over.

"The princess is here!"

The young prince's servants shouted.

"Uncle Yang, your wife is here."

Wang Xiaoer had an idea and said to Yang Tiexin.

"Cherish the weak."

Yang Tiexin stared blankly as the sedan door opened and a slender hand stretched out from it.

Immediately afterwards, Bao Xiruo walked out of the sedan chair, came in front of Wanyan Kang, and gently wiped the dust off his face.

"The plowshare is broken. Tomorrow ask Zhang Muer from the East Village to add a pound and a half of iron and beat it."

Seeing his wife whom he hadn't seen for more than ten years, Yang Tiexin immediately understood and spoke loudly.

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Bao Xiruo trembled all over and was speechless for a long time. She stared at Yang Tiexin.

"I said the plowshare is broken. Tomorrow I'll ask Zhang Mu'er from East Village to add a pound and a half of iron to beat it."

Yang Tiexin said slowly.

"Who are you? How do you know what my husband said the night he died?"

Bao Xiruo's legs felt sore and weak, and she said in a trembling voice.

"Cherish the weak!"

"Brother Tie!"

During this conversation between the two, Bao Xiruo flew into Yang Tiexin's arms.

Wanyan Kang was stunned. Could it be that I am really a Han Chinese? Wang Xiaoer showed a playful smile, looking forward to the next plot.

"How do you know Princess Zhao is his wife?"

Huang Rong walked up to him and asked in a low voice, she was full of doubts.

For example, Wang Xiaoer was an ordinary waiter before, so how did he suddenly become a master?

How could the other party know about the grudge between the Guo and Yang families more than ten years ago, and the life experience of Prince Zhao? Also, how could the other party recognize her and know her identity?

"I know a lot of things."

Wang Xiaoer glanced at her sideways and replied softly.

The little girl is curious about herself? This is a good start!

However Wang Xiaoer raised his head and shouted into the distance:

"Old Huang, since you're here, why don't you show up and see me?"

When he took action against Peng Lianhu and the other two, he sensed a slight fluctuation of true energy in the distance.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he discovered Huang Laoxie hiding in the dark.

Maybe his action caused Huang Lao Xie's emotions to fluctuate, which made him sense it.

"Stay away from my daughter!"

Sure enough, after a moment, Huang Laoxie's figure fell down like a leaf.

He had just seen clearly that this boy had no good intentions towards his precious daughter.

"father"

Huang Rong threw herself into Huang Lao Xie's arms and burst into tears, crying very sadly.

Live broadcast room.

"Puff, a death stare from old father!"

"Wang Xiaoer: Old Huang, how did you know that I fell in love with your daughter? You are really good at judging people!"

"Take out the word 'see'!"

"Good fellow, you can really drive on any broken road, right?"

“It’s so funny!”

Seeing that Wang Xiaoer was disliked by Huang Laoxie, the group members laughed.

Anyone who understands will understand the old father’s mentality.

Su Qing shook his head and continued reading.

In the field.

Now, the scene becomes even more interesting.

Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo confided their true feelings to each other, telling of the pain of missing each other after being apart for more than ten years.

Huang Lao Xie held his daughter Huang Rong in his arms and gently comforted his daughter who ran away from home during her rebellious period.

Wanyan Kang's face was disheveled, and he stared blankly at his mother hugging a Han pariah. He was a little at a loss.

Guo Jing and Mu Nianci also stared blankly at this sudden change.

"Tap, tap, tap"

Just then, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, getting closer and closer.

In a short while, teams of well-equipped soldiers came from all directions and surrounded the entire street.

The leader was a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing and wearing a dragon robe. He was Wanyan Honglie, the King of Zhao of the Jin Dynasty.

Next to him was a tall, middle-aged man in white with a high nose and deep eyes. He was Ouyang Feng, one of the Five Great Masters, the Western Poison.

"Xi Ruo, Kang'er!"

After all, this is the capital of the Jin Dynasty, and Wanyan Honglie is committed to the fight for the throne, so there are naturally spies everywhere.

What happened on the street soon reached his ears, and he realized that Yang Tiexin, who had escaped that year, had returned.

Seeing that the white moonlight in his heart was about to run away, Wanyan Honglie had no time to hesitate. He gathered his men and rushed over.

"Father!"

Seeing Wanyan Honglie coming, Wanyan Kang was overjoyed and hurried to greet him.

"My Lord, please go back. I will not go back to the palace with you."

Bao Xiruo looked stern, completely different from her usual frail self.

"What?"

Wanyan Honglie and his son Wanyan Kang were both shocked.

"My husband is not dead, and I will follow him to the ends of the earth."

Bao Xiruo looked back at Yang Tiexin and replied gently.

"hehe."

Wanyan Honglie showed a bitter look on his face. After more than ten years of being attentive and gentle, he was ultimately no match for his original wife!

"Mr. Ouyang, I'm counting on you."

He turned around, bowed to Ouyang Feng, and said respectfully.

Ouyang Feng nodded slightly, looked at Huang Yaoshi standing beside him, and bowed in greeting.

"Brother Yao, it's been many years since we last met at Mount Hua. I hope you are doing well!"

In his hand he held a ghost-headed snake staff, which was very sharp and made clanging sounds like metal.

"Brother Feng, are you working for the Jin people?"

Huang Yaoshi held Huang Rong in his arms, holding the jade flute with his other hand, and asked in a calm tone.

Although he was a rebellious, arrogant and unruly person, he would rather die than surrender to the barbarians.

"Brother Yao, you are wrong. Our White Camel Villa is located in the Western Regions, and I, Ouyang Feng, am not from the Song Dynasty. How can there be any difference between Han and Yi?"

Faced with Huang Yaoshi's dissatisfaction, Ouyang Feng admitted it very frankly.

"Well, after twenty years of not seeing each other, I believe Brother Feng's strength has become even greater. Let me come and learn from him."

Huang Yaoshi knew that Ouyang Feng was a man of sweet words but a sharp tongue, extremely cunning, and never willing to submit to anyone in terms of martial arts.

I was a little confused. Could it be that after Wang Chongyang's One Finger Yang damaged his Toad Skill, it actually recovered ?

Ouyang Feng was about to reply but was interrupted by Wang Xiaoer who was watching the show nearby.

"Wait a minute, Old Huang. Let me test the strength of this Western Poison."

Ouyang Feng is one of the five greatest masters in the world, a master-level expert, how could he listen to such words? "Haha!"

He sneered, and his figure flashed, like a ray of white smoke rushing out, heading straight towards Wang Xiaoer.

"Hmph, well timed."

Wang Xiaoer took a step forward and went forward to fight with Ouyang Feng.

“.”

Huang Yaoshi paused. I haven't said anything yet, why are you guys fighting all of a sudden? It's so rare for martial artists at the grandmaster level to fight each other. He opened his mouth, stopped talking, and watched the fight carefully.

"Boom. Boom."

All I could see was that in the dust and smoke-filled field, the majestic true energy collided, emitting powerful roars.

Others couldn’t see clearly, but they couldn’t block Huang Yaoshi’s sight.

Ouyang Feng swept his hands across the air, performing a strange set of snake fists. His true energy surged like waves, even more ferocious than the waves.

As Wang Xiaoer's magic power circulated, an invisible protective qi was formed, which blocked all the attacks from the opponent.

The two fought for dozens of rounds. Ouyang Feng became more and more frightened, and the murderous intent in his heart became stronger and stronger.

This guy who suddenly stood out turned out to be a master with the same strength as him, and he was so young, only in his twenties at most.

Considering this person's talent, given time, his strength will surely far surpass his. This kid must not be allowed to stay!

Thinking of this, Ouyang Feng no longer held back, wanting to end the battle quickly.

He suddenly stepped back, squatted on the ground like a frog, and made a "gu gu" sound from his mouth, which was sonorous and deafening.

At this moment, his true energy suddenly increased several times, and even the surrounding air was slightly deformed.

This is his signature martial art: Toad Kung Fu.

"die!"

Ouyang Feng, who had gathered 120% of his true energy, suddenly jumped up and pushed his palms towards Wang Xiaoer.

A surge of true energy gushed out like an overwhelming force, like a bolt of lightning.

“Well done!”

Since Wang Xiaoer dared to stand up, he must have naturally been prepared for this move.

He shouted fearlessly, and the magic power in his body flowed at a high speed, from the inside out, killing Ouyang Feng.

"not good."

Upon seeing this, Huang Yaoshi pulled his daughter Huang Rong back quickly.

After taking a look at Yang Tiexin and others beside him, he waved his sleeves and led them away from the battlefield.

"boom!"

The two attacks collided instantly, making a deafening roar.

The entire street seemed to be hit by a meteorite from the sky, and the surrounding dust was blown up by their air waves.

Even ten miles away, one could feel this terrifying fluctuation of true energy.

The impact this time was stronger than any previous one. The entire venue seemed to crack apart at this moment, and the ground seemed to be churning up.

The powerful gust of wind spread out instantly, engulfing everything around it. The houses on both sides of the street were flattened and turned into sharp dust.

"ah"

The five hundred soldiers brought by Wanyan Honglie were impacted by the true qi generated during the battle between the two men and were blown away.

They screamed and flew far away like rags, and the formation was broken in an instant.

The dust gradually settled, and the two were still standing there, as if everything that had happened before was just a dream.

"Boy, you."

Suddenly, Ouyang Feng opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground with a bang.

A great master died here.

(End of this chapter)