Chapter 29 The Battle of the King of Wu

"Uh uh uh, okay, okay, let's go." Yi Feng waved his hand impatiently. He really couldn't stand the old man's second-year aura, so he quickly sent him away.

After sending Old Man Wu away, Yi Feng continued to return to his desk.

In the following time, he was immersed in his work "Fairy Zixia and Supreme Treasure", staying indoors all day.

With the arrival of autumn, the autumn wind outside the street became more and more bleak, but it did not affect Yi Feng. Even if it was the biting cold air, Yi Feng was not afraid under the resistance of the little sun.

It seems that Yi Feng can have a comfortable winter this year.

Zhong Qing was still as silent as ever, practicing boxing diligently every day, while also busying himself with the chores of the martial arts gym.

Er Gouzi Ao Qing was lying at Yi Feng's feet, his internal injuries had long been completely healed, occasionally watching Yi Feng boxing, and occasionally observing the paintings in the front hall of the martial arts gym. Surprisingly, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.

On this day, the Qingshan Patriarch came to visit.

When he came, he seemed to have something on his mind. Yi Feng saw his condition and brought out some spiritual chicken soup from his previous life to comfort him.

Yi Feng didn't know if it was of any use, but he only knew that the Qingshan Patriarch was full of confidence when he left.

The next day.

After Yi Feng finished a set of Tai Chi, he stretched his waist and prepared to go to the street to buy some wine, but found that the streets today were much quieter than before.

"What's going on?" Yi Feng went to sit at the beef stall opposite and asked, "Usually, I see some disciples practicing Buddhism shopping on the street, why is it so quiet today?"

"I'm afraid Master Yi doesn't know yet?" The servant saw Yi Feng holding a glass of wine, and generously put two taels of beef on a plate for him. Then he looked at the sky in the distance and said, "Today is the duel day between Patriarch Qingshan and Patriarch Xuanwu. All the practitioners have rushed to watch their fight. It's a top-level battle. After all, it concerns the life and death of the two major sects!" 33 Novel Network

"Oh."

Yi Feng nodded. He really didn't care much about the affairs of the practitioners, but he seemed to have heard of this matter before.

After eating two ounces of beef and drinking two ounces of strong liquor from the servant, he rushed back to the martial arts hall with his warm body and continued to write.

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There is a natural canyon between Qingshan Sect and Xuanwu Sect. In the middle of the canyon, there is a platform with a range of one thousand feet, which is the Fengyu Platform.

On the Fengyu Platform.

The eyes of Qingshan Patriarch were sharp, and his aura burst out.

The Xuanwu Patriarch had white hair and a sneer on his face.

On both sides of the canyon, one side was filled with disciples of Xuanwu Sect, and the other side was filled with disciples of Qingshan Sect. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces.

The fight between the two people was related to the future of all of them.

"Qingshan, I didn't expect you really dare to come?" The Xuanwu Patriarch said jokingly.

"Hmph!"

Qingshan Patriarch snorted coldly without saying much.

"Prepare for death!"

The two of them didn't seem to have much foreplay. Xuanwu's aura was revealed, and he swept into the air like lightning, and then slapped Qingshan Patriarch with an invincible palm. At

this moment, the power of the King of Martial Arts realm was clearly revealed in Xuanwu's hands.

Before the attack arrived, the rocks under Qingshan Patriarch's feet had already cracked and cracked, like a spider web spreading.

Qingshan Patriarch was unwilling to fall behind, and the same aura burst out. He slammed his foot on the ground, and a big pit appeared on the ground. His lightning-like body rushed towards the palm print.

"Bang!"

The sound of the sky collapsing and the earth cracking resounded over the Fengyu Terrace.

Countless auras spread out in all directions. The disciples watching from afar were pushed back repeatedly under this powerful aura.

The two martial king masters were indeed so powerful.

But everyone could not care about their retreating bodies. Their eyes were like pinholes looking up at the sky, wanting to know which of the two ancestors was stronger in the first collision.

They saw a figure retreating hundreds of feet in the air in the midst of the auras.

It was the Qingshan Patriarch.

Seeing this, the faces of the people in the Qingshan Sect collectively sank.

In the crowd, Peng Ying's pretty face was pale as she clenched her jade hands. She had joined the Qingshan Sect for some time and understood the significance of this battle. Could it be that she had finally joined the Qingshan Sect and had to face the situation of the Qingshan Sect's fall?

The Xuanwu Sect was different. They immediately gave out earth-shaking cheers.

"Hahaha, Qingshan, you are indeed a waste. This day next year will be your death anniversary." In midair, the Xuanwu Patriarch burst into laughter, with a strong sense of joking on his face.

The Qingshan Patriarch's face was ugly when he heard this. The gap between the two was really big!

"Die!" The Xuanwu Patriarch obviously knew the principle of beating the drowning dog. Without too much delay, he flew up into the air like a ghost, and slapped the Qingshan Patriarch with a palm that destroyed the sky and the earth.

This palm.

Compared with the previous palm, it was more powerful and more powerful.

If the Qingshan Patriarch only had the strength he just showed, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die in the face of the Xuanwu Patriarch's palm.

The palm print enveloped the vitality in the sky and grew larger and larger, illuminating half the sky, and at the same time it was getting closer and closer to Qingshan Patriarch.

But Qingshan Patriarch did not move at all.

Seeing this, many outside spectators shook their heads, and many people speculated that this was because Qingshan Patriarch knew he was no match for his opponent and gave up resistance.

Especially the people of Qingshan Sect, they looked even more dejected.

After this palm print, it seemed that the destruction of Qingshan Sect had been seen.

When the palm print was less than thirty feet away from Qingshan Patriarch, Qingshan Patriarch suddenly showed a sneer on his face, and then took out a kitchen knife from his arms.

"Finally, it's my turn."

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000, and the highest level outside is 30.