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Chapter 29 Battle of King Wu

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    "Uh-huh, ok, ok, let's go, let's go." Yi Feng waved his hand impatiently. He really couldn't stand the old man's middle-class aura, so he quickly sent him away.

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

    In the following time, he was immersed in the book "Fairy Zixia and the Supreme Treasure" and stayed behind closed doors all day long.

    With the arrival of autumn, the autumn wind outside the street has become more and more bleak, but it cannot affect Yi Feng.  Even with the biting cold air, Yi Feng was not afraid of the little sun's resistance.

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

    Zhong Qing is still taciturn, practicing boxing hard every day, and at the same time busy with various household chores in the martial arts gym.

    The second son, Ao Qing, was lying at Yi Feng's feet. The injuries in his body had completely recovered. He occasionally watched Yi Feng boxing, and occasionally observed the pictures in the front hall of the martial arts hall. His strength improved by leaps and bounds.

    On this day, Patriarch Qingshan came to visit.

    When he came, he seemed to have something on his mind. Yi Feng noticed his state and brought out some chicken soup for the soul from his past life to comfort him.

    Yi Feng didn¡¯t know if it was of any use, but he only knew that Patriarch Qingshan was full of confidence when he left.

    The next day.

    Yi Feng finished a set of Tai Chi, stretched out, and was about to go out to buy some wine, but found that the streets today were much cooler than before.

    "What's going on?" Yi Feng went to sit at the beef stall opposite and asked, "We usually see some cultivating disciples shopping on the street, but why is it so cold today."

    "Master Yi, I'm afraid you don't know yet, right?" The boy saw Yi Feng holding wine in his hand and generously put two taels of beef on the plate for him. Then he looked at the sky in the distance and said, "Today it's the Qingshan Patriarch and the Xuanwu Patriarch.  On the day of the duel, the cultivators rushed to watch their battle, the battle on the top floor, after all, it is related to the life and death of the two sects!"

    "oh."

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

    After eating two taels of beef and drinking two taels of spirits at the boy's place, he rushed back to the martial arts school with his warm body in his arms and continued to write his book.

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    There is a natural canyon between Qingshan Gate and Xuanwu Sect. In the middle of the canyon, there is a platform measuring thousands of feet, which is the wind and rain platform.

    On the wind and rain platform.

    Patriarch Qingshan¡¯s eyes were sharp and his whole body was full of momentum.

    The ancestor of Xuanwu has white hair and a sneer on his face.

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

    The battle between the two is related to the future of all of them.

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

    "snort!"

    Patriarch Qingshan snorted without saying much.

    "Suffer death!"

    The two of them didn¡¯t seem to have had much foreplay. Xuanwu¡¯s aura was revealed, and he flew up into the air like lightning, and then slapped Patriarch Qingshan down with an invincible palm.

    At this moment, the power of King Wu's realm is undoubtedly revealed in Xuanwu's hands.

    Before the attack arrived, the rocks at the feet of Qingshan Ancestor were already cracking and cracking, like a spider web spreading.

    Not to be outdone, Patriarch Qingshan burst out with the same momentum. He chopped the ground with the sole of his foot, and a big pit appeared on the ground. His lightning-like body faced the palm print.

    "boom!"

    The sound of heaven and earth shattering resounded over the weather tower.

    Countless energy spread out in all directions, and the disciples watching from a distance could not help but be pushed back by this powerful energy.

    The strength of the two martial arts masters is truly terrifying.

    But everyone ignored the retreating bodies and stared at the sky like pinholes. They also wanted to know which one was stronger and which one was weaker after the first collision of the two ancestors.

    Just then, he saw a figure retreating hundreds of feet in mid-air in the midst of his energy.

    He is the ancestor of Qingshan.

    Seeing this, the faces of everyone at Qingshan Gate suddenly sank.

    In the crowd, Peng Ying was holding her jade hand tightly with a pale face. She had been joining the Qingshan Sect for a while, and she understood the significance of this battle. Could it be that if she finally joined the Qingshan Sect, she would face the collapse of the Qingshan Sect?  ?

    And XuanThe door was different, and there was an earth-shattering cheer.

    "Hahaha, Qingshan, you are indeed a waste. Today next year will be your death anniversary." In mid-air, the ancestor of Xuanwu laughed loudly, with a strong look of teasing on his face.

    Patriarch Qingshan looked ugly when he heard this. The gap between the two was really huge!

    "Die!" Ancestor Xuanwu obviously knew how to beat a drowned dog. Without too much delay, he flew up into the air like a ghost, and slapped Patriarch Qingshan with a devastating palm.

    This palm.

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

    If Patriarch Qingshan only had the strength he showed just now, he would have been seriously injured even if he faced the palm of Patriarch Xuanwu.

    The palm print shrouded the vitality and grew bigger and bigger in the sky, lighting up half of the sky, and at the same time, it was getting closer and closer to the Qingshan Ancestor.

    But Patriarch Qingshan didn¡¯t move at all.

    Seeing this, many outsiders who were watching the battle shook their heads, and many people speculated that the ancestor of Qingshan knew that he was defeated and gave up resistance.

    Especially the people at Qingshan Sect, their faces were ashen.

    With this palm, it seems that the Qingshan Gate has been destroyed.

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

    "Finally, it's my turn." (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com
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