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"Brothers, there are all real wonders in the next. Some have already known it for a long time, and some have masked for the first time today. Twenty-five years ago, Huashan discussed the sword in order to compete for the Jiuyin Scripture. The first name. I am not talented. I would like to take over from Brother Wang, do a little bit of the landlord’s friendship, and preside over this discussion." Seeing everyone there, Qi Ji got up and said.

These people on the mountain, except for Hong Qigong, Qi Ji have dealt with.In fact, he also met Hong Qigong when he was in Niujia Village, but Hong Qigong never met him, but he also heard his apprentice talk about it later.

"Times have changed, and today's Jiuyin Scriptures are no longer exclusive cheats, but we are doing everything possible to seize the cheats. Isn't it also to defeat the heroes on the Huashan Lunjian and win the world's number one? I said, "Qing Ji stopped Yi Deng who wanted to speak," Even if it is not for this reason, it is necessary to learn martial arts and verify each other. Brother, I know that you are a monk with a broad mind, but please give Brother Yu a chance."

With a wry smile, he can only nod his head.

"Huashan on the sword is the time of tomorrow, but since it's all here, there is no agreement. If you don't object, you can start now. What advice do you guys have?" Qi Ji asked.

"Okay," Qi Ji saw that no one was speaking, and continued, "Hua Shan's swordsmanship is a single fight. Last time Brother Wang was slightly better. Although he has passed away, as a junior, I am willing to do it for you. Please enlighten me."

"Brother, I don't need you to do the work, let me do it." Zhou Botong is a martial idiot, and this opportunity will not be missed, and he does not know that Qi Ji has already made great achievements in martial arts.

"Father, Master is already in the realm of masters, not inferior to Huangdao Master and Ouyang Xianfeng." Zhou Zhengan persuaded, "Let Master try first, you can hold the battle for him."

"Really, when this kid is so powerful, he has caught up with Huang Laoxie and Old Poison." Zhou Botong was very uncomfortable when he was called his father.

"Since no one wants it, let the old beggars come to learn the true jerkiness." Everyone knows that martial arts is not bad, and if you want to find out first, even Ouyang Feng is crazy, but it involves fighting for the world. One, Wisdom came back. Seeing that no one came out, Hong Qigong took the lead in the battle.

"Always begging for flowers is a set of Jianglong Eighteen Palms that can be used, please." Hong Qigong put out his hands.

"What I have learned in the next stage is quite complicated, please enlighten me." Qi Ji saw the courtesy and prepared for the battle.

"Kanglong has regrets." Hong Qigong yelled fiercely, his left leg bends slightly, his right arm bends inward, his right palm drew a circle, and he called Qi Ji.

The eighteenth descending dragon palms the world to reach the sun, in the hands of Hong Qi, the strength is more than a few thousand jin?Hong Qigong is also the pinnacle master of the Grand Master. His internal strength is released, his palm strength reaches Zhang Yuwai, accompanied by a faint dragon roar.Moreover, the practice of this skill can be achieved with both rigidity and softness. Hong Qigong’s palm strength seems mighty, but if most people want to harden it, they will only receive softness. When the palm strength is released, Hong Qigong will be strong. Resurrection will directly suffer a big loss.

Qi Ji is already a master, and he naturally understands the truth, punches out lightly, and meets the dragon palm.

"Kongming fist?" Seeing Guo Jing's envoy, Hong Qigong recognized it instantly.

"Not bad." Qi Ji did not deny that he had no better external power than Jianglongzhang, so he used Kongmingquan, the world's most flexible fist to meet the enemy.

One is fierce and fierce, with an indomitable momentum; the other is soft and elegant, and seems to be retreating steadily.However, there are many masters present, so naturally they will not just look at superficial articles.

The Eighteen Palms of Jianglong is indeed the ultimate of foreign kung fu. Both rigidity and softness will suffer a big loss if you fail to adapt. Although there are not many tricks, but there are shots, they are all competing with master-level figures and let him The eyesight and actual combat ability have been greatly improved. Although the experience is not as good as Hong Qigong, he has a deep skill base and can naturally deal with it calmly.

Jianglong’s eighteen palms are strong, but the only drawback is that it consumes too much true energy. Although Hong Qigong has learned the Jiuyin Scriptures and opened up the second channel of Rendu to increase his strength, he can’t stand to use it all the time. Show it over and over again, and there are always times when it's really angry.

Kongmingquan comes from Taoism, and naturally emphasizes the natural way of Taoism. It responds to the opponent's attack and consumes a lot less. Then it will be the time for a strange counterattack.

"It's just such a little time, how can this kid practice Kongming boxing to this level, it's no worse than me." Zhou Botong muttered in his heart, looking at the two of you coming and going.

Naturally, Hong Qigong also knew where his disadvantages lie. He knew that martial arts was very high, but he didn't think that after his great martial arts, he could not suppress this young man. In order to win, he leaked flaws several times and wanted to seduce him. The odd plan advances rashly, but the odd plan is unmoved and fights steadily, forcing Hong Qigong to bite the bullet and use the dragon palm one after another.

"Forget it, don't fight." After all, Hong Qigong is old and feels lack of energy. He stepped back and stopped, and the strange plan naturally stopped. "The old naughty boy's kung fu is strange and it makes people unhappy."

"That is, how can my old naughty boy's own kung fu, how can you easily break it." Zhou Botong was very proud.

"It's hard for you to be an old beggar." Hong Qigong felt aggrieved and naturally unwilling to give up. "But as the head of Huazi, the old beggar still has a way to beat the dog. Please enlighten me."

"I also have a way of swordsmanship, please enlighten me." Qi Ji drew the long sword on his back, "this sword is sharp, brother be careful."

"It's not bad for the old beggars to hit the dog club." Taking the green bamboo stick from Huang Rong's hand, the dog hitting method was unfolded, and he attacked Qiji.

"Broken gun style." The spear and stick formally dealt with the nemesis of the stick method regardless of family. Qi Ji whispered in his heart and the long sword pierced out. It was the flaw in the dog stick method that forced Hong Qigong to have to He retracted the stick and backed away, looking at the odd trick with a weird face.

Dugu Nine Swords uses static braking, and what they are good at is finding the flaws in their opponents, and coming first. The magical swordsmanship is great. Before Hong Qigong's moves are finished, he finds the flaws and forces him to retreat.

"Your swordsmanship is a little weird." Hong Qigong said in doubt.

"I'm about to invite my senior to taste it." Qi Ji said.

"Then see if you can break the old trick of begging flowers." Hong Qigong shouted, attacking again.

But what disappointed him was that the strange long sword hit the flaws in his stick technique every time, from beginning to end, nothing was left out.After the 36-way stick method ended, Hong Qigong looked ugly and stood still and sighed.

It is not that he has never lost, but he has never lost so badly.This great technique was useless the last time he knew he was defeated in the sword. I wanted to make a blockbuster this time, but unexpectedly failed so badly. He had to change his moves before he was fully used, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"What sword technique is this?" Hong Qigong asked for a long time.

"A senior master's swordsmanship is called Dugu Nine Swords." Qi Ji didn't introduce too much.

"Good swordsmanship, I am always convinced, I lost." He shook his head and walked to the edge.

"Master." Guo Jing Huang Rong stepped forward, ready to comfort.

"Don't worry, you won't be discouraged by the old begging flower." Hong Qi justified, "Next, we can watch the show."