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Hearing the long laughter, Jinlun Fawang raised his eyes only to see a figure in front of him flickering, and then a palm shadow covered his vision, all of them slapped him all over his body!

The attack seemed to come suddenly, but in his eyes he could clearly see a plump old man with white hair and a childlike face, laughing and waving his palms within three feet around him.

Jinlun Fawang was surprised at the speed of the people coming, but he was not flustered.

He clasped his hands together and did not move, but his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the zhenqi in his mind rolled like thunder, and the cassock on his body immediately shrank inward after being absorbed by the zhenqi, tightly fitting the surface of his body.

At the same time, the surrounding space was also affected by him. It was obviously a cold day, but the air within three feet of him was twisted strangely as if it had been scorched by high temperature.

Zhou Botong saw the change at the first glance, but felt that the palm force on the opponent was like hitting on steel, and his wrist was numb from the shock.He had no choice but to withdraw his hand and return, and the palm shadows all over the sky disappeared.

He stepped back a few feet in a flash, appeared in front of Jinlun Fawang, and shouted strangely: "What kind of kung fu do you, old monk? Fight and fight, why do you make your whole body so hard? Could it be turtle kung fu?"

"Hey, there are so many strange people in the Central Plains, why don't you take my palm!?"

Jinlun Fawang gave a sneer, and suddenly stood up, his feet rushed in front of Zhou Botong.

The seemingly thin body is like a solid iron ingot under the swell of true energy, but the short displacement brings a muffled thunder-like sound of breaking wind, like a palm made of fine steel enveloping the air!

"Good come!"

Zhou Botong saw his imposing presence, instead of panicking, he stepped forward with a smile on his face and raised his palm to meet him!
"Old urchin beware!"

"Brother Zhou, don't take it hard!"

Zhou Botong suddenly appeared on the top of Huashan Mountain, Guo Jing and others were overjoyed, but they didn't expect him to fight with Jinlun Fawang as soon as he arrived.

Although people don't know much about the martial arts of this Mongolian national teacher, but just looking at the momentum of his palm strikes, they know that he is definitely not a mediocre hand.

But Guo Jing saw that Zhou Botong was about to take the opponent's palm, so he was worried and immediately reminded him.

However, Jinlun Fawang and Zhou Botong are both top experts in the world, and their speed is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Halfway through Guo Jing's words, the palms of the two were already stamped together in the blink of an eye!
Just when everyone was worried, they saw a ball of energy exploding from the palm in front of Jinlun Fawang, making waves in the void; on the other hand, when Zhou Botong touched his palm, his body instantly twisted and floated backward like a piece of paper.

"Big Brother Zhou!"

Guo Jing shouted again, and was about to go forward to catch Zhou Botong, but the latter had already floated in front of him.

"Brother Zhou, are you okay?"

"Hahaha, are you alright?" Zhou Botong laughed and asked back, raising his hand to touch Guo Jing's forehead: "My silly brother, have you forgotten the Kongming Fist that elder brother taught you?"

Guo Jing was startled when he heard the words, only now did he realize that he was in a mess if he cared, Zhou Botong just now clearly received a blow with Kongming Fist, using his strength to dissipate the palm strength of Jinlun Fawang.

"Old urchin!"

"Master Uncle."

At this moment, Huang Rong, Yang Kang and others surrounded him, and they immediately looked at the lively Zhou Botong with a smile on his face.

His eyes flicked across everyone's faces one by one, and he said with a strange smile: "Haha, Xiao Rong'er has become Lao Rong'er; Huang Laoxie has also become Lao Huang; Duan Huang..."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly saw Master Yideng, his eyes shrank immediately, and then he said in an embarrassing way: "Master Duan."

Yideng heard the words and said with a smile: "Benefactor Zhou, there has been no Duan Emperor in the world, only Monk Yideng. When your son Zhou Tong was born, the old monk wrote a letter of congratulations, haven't you received it?"

"Received." When Zhou Botong was in a state of embarrassment, a female voice suddenly sounded on the mountain road.

Everyone looked back, Yinggu with white hair led Zhou Yitong up the mountain, and came in front of people.

"Master Yideng, Yinggu thanks you for your kindness. Yitong, don't kneel down yet."

After she finished speaking, she bowed to the ground, and Zhou Tong also knelt down in front of Yideng.

"Amitabha, get up quickly." Yideng stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help the two of them up, "There is no need to mention the past."

"I said old naughty boy, you don't pay attention."

"Hey, why am I not particular?"

Zhou Botong jumped up and looked towards the mountain road, "Old beggar, can you tell me why I am not particular?"

"Master!"

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were inexplicably surprised, it was Hong Qigong who came here.

"Haha, good apprentice."

Hong Qigong was the same as before, dressed in shabby beggar clothes, with a wine gourd pinned to his waist.It's just that his beard and hair are completely white at the moment, except for the brighter eyes, his face is also covered with wrinkles.

"Yo, Huang Laoxie, Emperor Duan, long time no see!"

"Brother Seven, I haven't seen you for many years, and my arrogance has not diminished."

Huang Yaoshi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, couldn't help smiling when he saw his old friend.

"Brother Seven, it's been a long time."

Although Master Yideng has become a monk, he heard that Hong Qigong still used the layman's title and did not correct it, he just smiled and folded his palms together.

"Hahaha, good! We old fellows are finally together again!"

"Don't interrupt!" Zhou Botong stepped forward and put his arm around Hong Qigong's neck and asked, "Please explain clearly, why is my old naughty boy so careless?"

"I said, old naughty boy, you are really..." Hong Qigong's martial arts reputation has long been a legend in the world, and there is no one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him for many years.

Being entangled by Zhou Botong, I also felt dumbfounded: "The national teacher is looking for that kid Yang Qing to compete in martial arts. You fight with him as soon as you come up. Wouldn't it be a joke to spread the word?"

"What's the joke?" The old naughty boy said disdainfully: "Yang Qing is my grandson, this old monk competes with my grandson, what's wrong with my master giving advice to him?"

"Hahaha, you old bastard, you take advantage of the Mongolian monk's word of mouth when you are old."

The people around could not help laughing when they heard their jokes.

Huang Yaoshi said at this time: "Zhou Botong, I saw that your physical skills just now seem to be quite different from before. Could it be that you created some new skills?"

"Hehe, I prepared this specially for that kid Yang Qing." Zhou Botong said proudly, "That kid thinks that his lightness kung fu is unparalleled in the world, so he dared to throw me away last time in Jiaxing.

Goodbye this time, I will definitely scare him, hahaha..."

Zhou Botong said it was the last time, but everyone remembered that it was 30 years ago.

Thinking about it at this moment, the past seemed like yesterday, and they couldn't help showing expressions of nostalgia.

The old urchin didn't care about these things, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly looked at Jinlun Fawang who was left out in front of him and said: "Old monk, you fought with Yang Qing, who do you think is faster, me or him?"

Jinlun Fawang was in a static position, and the listeners didn't feel impatient with gossiping for a long time, let alone the slightest influence.

Hearing Zhou Botong's question, he didn't answer, just smiled and bowed his head.

"What? Still not as fast as that kid? I don't believe it!"

Zhou Botong scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, then walked to Yang Kang's side and put his arms around his shoulders, saying, "Let your elder brother come to see me quickly, I want to compete with him!"

Yang Kang smiled wryly when he heard the words: "Master Uncle, I didn't come with him, where can I find it now?"

"Master." Ignoring Zhou Botong's nonsense, Huang Rong suddenly stepped forward and asked: "We people live in the Central Plains, and we never knew that there was such a master in Mongolia.

My elder brother Yang Qing has also lived in seclusion for many years, so we really don't know why the two of you have a grudge, and why there is today's contest.

It's simply that brother Yang hasn't come yet, so I wonder if the master can clear up my doubts for me. "

Seeing everyone's gazes, King Jinlun clasped his hands together and said, "I have no grudges with him, when we first met, it could be said to be a coincidence, or it could be said to be schemed by others.

But no matter what, it is true that I was once defeated by him, and the many years of penance are just to get rid of the shame and get rid of the block in my heart. "

After speaking, he turned around and walked back to the edge of the cliff to sit down, let the cold wind blow, and remained silent.

Huang Rong saw that he didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask any more questions, and went back to the crowd.

"Master, where have you been all these years, old man? It's fine if you don't see anyone, not even news."

Hong Qigong glanced at Huang Rong and said with a smile, "Hey, isn't your father the same? How many times have you met these years?"

Huang Yaoshi smiled and turned his face to the side.

After chatting for a while, I suddenly felt that the cold wind calmed down, and flakes of snowflakes the size of goose feathers in the hazy sky suddenly fell one after another, filling the world in a blink of an eye.

"Snowing."

Guo Xiang happily raised her hands to catch Luoxue, her bright eyes bent into crescents.

Yang Kang and Guo Jing looked at each other and both smiled.

Before coming to Mount Hua, they had known in Xiangyang that they would be defending the city, so they were fully prepared.

But the people brought here from Huashan were only people from the rivers and lakes that they had gathered over the years. A total of more than [-] people were ambushing around Huashan.

The Mongolian side doesn't know how to arrange it, but its troops will never be less than them.

The sudden heavy snowfall is not a bad thing for them.

At this moment, there was a sudden shout of killing from the foot of the mountain, and the collision of swords and soldiers was heard continuously.

Huang Yaoshi dodged to the edge of the cliff, looking through layers of snow, he saw countless swaying figures brandishing blades at the foot of the cliff more than a thousand meters high, attacking Huashan.

Wherever he looked, he couldn't see the edge.

The rest of the people also rushed to the edge of the cliff. Although this situation had been expected, they still couldn't help being shocked.

"There are more than [-] people, and there are no boundaries. The Mongolians are really willing to spend their capital."

Glancing coldly at Jinlun Fawang, Yang Kang said in a deep voice, "Brother Guo, let's go down the mountain to meet our fellow martial artists. The mountain road here is narrow, and the Mongols won't be able to attack it for a while."

Seeing Guo Jing nodding, he shouted to Yang Xi: "Xi'er, follow me!"

"I am coming too!"

Zhou Yitong greeted them, and chased the three of them down the mountain.

"Didn't it mean a martial arts competition? Why is there a war here?" Zhou Botong looked at King Jinlun Fa in doubt and said, "Old monk, you don't care about this!"

Jinlun Fawang paid no attention to it, Huang Yaoshi and the others remained silent.

They all knew that Guo Jing and Yang Kang had ambushed soldiers long ago, but it was not yet time to act.

After a while, people went up the mountain one after another, until Yang Xi escorted the last group of people to the top of the mountain. More than a thousand people had gathered on the mountain, densely packed into a group.

When some saw Jinlun Fawang sitting alone on the edge of the cliff, they couldn't help jumping their feet and scolding: "Old bald donkey, you promised a fair competition, and what kind of a man is he to send a large army!"

Someone opened his mouth, and immediately responded like a cloud, denouncing it together.

"Don't compare, just push this old thief down!"

Seeing that everyone was so angry that it was difficult to calm down, they were eager to try.Suddenly someone shouted at the mountainside: "The two countries compete in martial arts, why are you only allowed to go up the mountain, and our people have to guard below?

Could it be that you Han people are cheating, wanting more people to win with fewer people? "

Hearing this at first, everyone was about to shout and curse, but Yang Kang's clear voice sounded first: "Qiu Qianren, even if you have the slightest sense of shame, you can't say such a thing!"

"You only say whether to give way or not, if not, the army of ten thousand people behind me will immediately attack the mountain!"

"Let him attack! Grandma's grandpa is not afraid!"

"Yes, come on, Grandpa is waiting for you!"

Everyone yelled at each other, and some even rushed down the mountain road directly, and they yelled together for a while.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and Jinlun Fawang suddenly said, "Yang Kang, let them come up. No one can interfere until the contest is over."

His voice was not loud, but it pierced through the chaotic noise, and it was clearly heard by everyone, and the crowd fell silent when they heard the sound.

"Grandma, why did you forget that there is a Mongolian national teacher here. The brothers took him as a hostage to ensure that the Mongolians would not mess around."

The old naughty boy laughed and said, "Bragging, I might not even be able to beat this old monk. You guys are no match."

"Hey!" Someone looked at the old naughty boy and said, "Which side of you are you, how can you maximize the ambition of others!"

"Yeah, where are you from?"

Seeing the crowd attacking him, Zhou Botong blew his beard and stared, but didn't explain anymore.

"Everyone, stop arguing and listen to me!"

Behind the crowd, Guo Jing yelled loudly, and the audience immediately fell silent: "I'm here, Guo Jing, I have met all of you fellow martial artists."

"Hero Guo?"

"Is this really Hero Guo?"

"I told you that Mr. Guo went up the mountain this morning, but you just don't believe me!"

"Hey, I haven't seen myself either..."

The crowd murmured for a while, and then, as if they had practiced for a long time, they all clasped their fists and said in unison: "I have seen Guo Daxia!"

Guo Jing saw the crowd calm down, and said with a wry smile: "I have already let you know, why do you still come here, isn't it a dangerous place for you now?"

Everyone looked at each other, and there was no movement for a while.

After a while, someone suddenly raised his voice: "Guo Daxia, we have indeed followed up your news. But our men are still coming!
Since the Jin Dynasty destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty, and then Mongolia went south to attack the city, many families were destroyed and many wives were separated.Those of us martial artists who have no home or job, and don’t want to be killed by the fatuous court, have long been reduced to worthless people. If we live today, there will be no tomorrow!
But we hate Tartars too!I also want to find a famous occasion to fuck his mother, death is not wronged! "

"it is good!"

"well said!"

"It's so fucking uplifting, I came here today with all my might!"

Guo Jing was at a loss for words when he heard the words, looking at the rough or young faces, he felt his eyes were slightly hot.

"Jinlun Guoshi." Just as they were talking, everyone's eyes suddenly blurred, and Yang Kang went up the mountain again.

His blade-like gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Jinlun Fawang: "If the Mongolian army is going to charge up, today's martial arts competition will be regarded as a joke.

At that time, don't blame me, Yang Kang, for not following the rules. With the joint efforts of everyone, no matter how good your martial arts are, I will kill you first to sacrifice the flag! "

After hearing what he said, Jinlun Fawang finally stood up.

But in the face of thousands of people glaring at him, his face remained calm as usual, but there seemed to be a layer of clouds in his eyes, revealing a divine light: "I repeat, until today's competition is completed, no one can interfere!"

"Haha, well said, the words of the national teacher are the oral instructions of the Great Khan! Today is killing people, but also punishing their hearts. I want to teach you what is the majesty of the sky!"

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(End of this chapter)