The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 139 White Tiger Altar, Zhao Yunhu

"Drive! Drive!"

"Call-"

"Xiangzhu, brother Feng, Xuancheng is here!"

Outside Xuancheng, the three of Feng Ji reined in their horses and stood, Niu boldly pointed at the city ahead and shouted.

Feng Ji nodded and asked, "Tianwei Tangtang is in the city?"

Wang Xianliang shook his head: "How is that possible? If you were in the city and met the Mongols slaughtering the city, wouldn't you be caught in the urn?"

"Generally, our halls and altars are set up in hidden places outside the city, or in the mountains. In short, the more concealed the safer."

Feng Ji nodded, and could understand that rebellion should of course be kept secret.

It's no secret that the house was ransacked and destroyed long ago.

At present, Wang Xianliang led the way, and the three circled around Xuancheng and entered the mountain all the way.

When walking to a dense forest, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from the front.

The three of them glanced at each other immediately, dismounted immediately, and quickly approached the direction of the sound.

Before he got close, he heard a stern shout: "Demon Cult monster, where are you running!"

"what--"

Immediately, someone screamed.

Feng Ji looked through the bushes into the forest.

But I saw several groups of people in the forest besieging and suppressing a group of Tianying Sect disciples.

Among those groups of people, there are Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, female heroes from the Emei School, masters from the Haisha School, and masters from the Shenquan School.

At this time, righteous people besieged this group of Skyhawk Sect disciples, and many Skyhawk Sect disciples screamed and fell to the ground, or were captured or killed.

The leading man was tall and muscular, making a pair of water-milled maces roar and sweep across the room, and the mace skills were quite powerful.

But compared to martial arts practitioners' skills, this person's mace method seems to be used to kill the enemy on the battlefield. It lacks a bit of agility and ethereal, and has a bit more killing aura.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xianliang said in a low voice, "It's Zhao Yunhu, the master of the White Tiger Altar!"

When Feng Ji heard the words, he immediately remembered that Wang Chongguang had said about this person. This Zhao Yunhu was the only master in our sect who could practice two horizontal exercises at the same time.

At this time, Feng Ji saw that Zhao Yunhu's arms were like black iron, and his palms were like copper hammers. It was obvious that he had practiced both iron arms and copper hammer palms at the same time.

Not only that, Feng Ji found that his eyes were shining brightly, his body was fast, and he obviously had internal strength.

This person is actually both internal and external!

It's no wonder that the Sky Eagle Sect can fight against the six major sects for ten years without falling. The strength of any altar master will reach the second-rate level in the world.

Zhao Yunhu, the altar master of the White Tiger Altar, is probably in the hands of a second-rate expert, and he is from the previous wave.

At this time, Zhao Yunhu's two maces roared, and the tiger and tiger were blowing wind, with great strength.

During the sweep, the air explodes and roars. If it hits a tree, it will be terribly powerful, and the tree that it hit will explode and collapse immediately.

His opponent is not one, but three!

Jing Xuan from the Emei School, a man from the Haisha School, and a master from the Shenquan School.

Among the three, Jingxuan swordsmanship is the sharpest.

The person from Haisha sent him to hold a nine-ring saber, and the saber technique was fierce.

The man from Shenquanmen held a long spear in his hand, and the spear shot like a dragon, cunning and vicious.

In a three-on-one situation, even though Zhao Yunhu had achieved success in practicing horizontally and his mace skills were superb, at this time he could only retreat steadily.

clang!clang!clang!
The weapons of the two sides collided, making continuous noises, and at the same time as sparks splashed, the energy was scattered.

"what--"

"Altar Master, let's go!"

There were screams in my ears, and the brothers desperately blocked the enemy's voice.

Let Zhao Yunhu, the altar master of the White Tiger Altar, want to burst into tears and roar angrily!
"Ah—who the hell! Who leaked the news?"

He came to Tianweitang this time because of the Jiangxi Rebel Army, but he didn't expect to be targeted as soon as he entered Xuancheng.

He couldn't figure out who leaked the news?
clang!
All of a sudden, the man from the Shenquan Sect raised his spear and pushed away Zhao Yunhu's iron mace. At the same time, the master of the Haisha faction took the opportunity to stab Zhao Yunhu's other arm with a puff.

Although Zhao Yunhu has horizontal training to protect his body, his third-rate horizontal training methods cannot withstand the weapons of internal masters.

Immediately, blood flowed from his arm, and the corners of his eyes twitched in pain.

At this time, both hands were suppressed, and the middle door opened.

Master Jingxuan of the Emei School seized the opportunity in an instant, pierced the sky with a sword, and used a little bit of plum blossom in the Shaoqing sword technique of the Emei School.

With a swish, the sword pierced through the air and hit Zhao Yunhu's throat immediately!
The strength is contained but not released, just a light touch, I am afraid that Zhao Yunhu will die on the spot.

Master Jingxuan shouted sharply: "Where is Bai Guishou? Tell me!"

Jiao Yiqian, the leader of the Haisha sect at the side, immediately yelled: "Evil Cult monster, you can catch him if you don't let go!"

Seeing the altar master being captured, the disciples of Tianying Sect panicked, and many disciples died at the hands of Zhengdao Sect.

Some disciples rushed to Zhao Yunhu's side regardless of their own safety, yelling loudly.

"I fought with you!"

But before he got close, he was shot through the throat by the man from the Shenquanmen, and died tragically on the spot.

Jiao Yiqian smiled and said: "Brother Lu is worthy of the name of 'Sea Raging Spear', his marksmanship is amazing."

Lu Shiping said with a smile: "How can such a trivial trick compare to the tide swordsmanship of the Shanghai Sha School? Brother Jiao's 'Flying Swallow Copying Water' just now is extremely exquisite."

Jiao Yiqian smiled, and said: "Don't dare to take it seriously, when it comes to the mace technique, Master Jingxuan's Emei sword technique is even better."

The two flattered each other, Jingxuan frowned slightly, ignored it, but sent the long sword slightly, piercing Zhao Yunhu's neck immediately, and shouted: "Demon Cult monster, why don't you explain?"

Although Zhao Yunhu was arrested, he still held his head high at this time, with a sneer all over his face: "If you want to kill, kill it, what a long-winded fart, if I, Zhao Yunhu, frown, I am not a man!"

"How dare you speak hard!"

Jingxuan sneered suddenly, and glanced at Jiao Yiqian.

Jiao Yiqian understood immediately, kicked out suddenly, directly kicked Zhao Yunhu's leg, and cursed: "Kneel down!"

But he didn't want Zhao Yunhu to grit his teeth, use his internal energy to force his foot, and he didn't kneel!
Seeing this, Lu Shiping from the Divine Fist Sect at the side immediately shouted: "Good thief, I want to see if your bones are tougher, or the tip of my spear is tougher!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed the gun barrel and hit Zhao Yunhu's leg with a bang.

Zhao Yunhu struggled vigorously, but at this moment, Jiao Yiqian patted Zhao Yunhu's shoulder with his palm.

Suddenly a surge of internal force came, and Zhao Yunhu's internal force was immediately drawn to his shoulders to resist, his knees couldn't bear it anymore, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Such a scene immediately made Jiao Yiqian and Lu Shiping burst into laughter.

"The devil's cult thieves are indeed people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, so let's kneel down, hahaha."

"Hahaha, how hard do I think his bones are, isn't he kneeling down obediently?"

The corners of Jingxuan's mouth turned up slightly, and he touched Zhao Yunhu's acupoints, keeping him in a kneeling position.

Then the long sword moved up and touched Zhao Yunhu's eyes.

"Magic cult monster, let me ask again, where is Bai Guishou? If you don't tell me, I will goug out your eye first!"

Zhao Yunhu glared at the other party, his face full of anger: "What a decent family, hahaha, come on, you just dig. If I, Zhao Yunhu, hum, I'll be raised by you!"

Jingxuan laughed anxiously: "Okay, when death is imminent, how dare you speak hard!"

The long sword in his hand was about to stab down suddenly.

Suddenly, there was a humming sound in the woods, and a violent sound of breaking through the air came.

clang!
The long sword in Jingxuan's hand trembled instantly and bent!
With a click, the refined iron long sword shattered instantly!

The crowd suddenly turned pale.

Jingxuan turned around in a hurry, with the broken sword in front of him, and shouted angrily, "Who is it?"

In the dense forest, Feng Ji jumped out, like a thunderbolt, and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"Hahaha, Master Zhao, this nun can't give birth to a son, even if you snort, she can't help it."

Niu boldly followed Feng Ji, jumped out, and laughed.

Wang Xianliang burst out laughing, even the people from Shenquan Sect and Haisha Sect couldn't help laughing.

All the girls of the Emei Sect turned black with anger, and Master Jingxuan cursed angrily: "You dog thief, I'll kill you first!"

She threw away the broken sword, waved her sleeve, and rolled up the disciple's long sword beside her.

Immediately, he tapped his toes, and rushed out in an instant, extremely fast.

The long sword came through the air, stabbing Niu Bold's mouth.

It turned out that she hated Niu Bold's open mouth, so this sword wanted to tear his mouth open.

Niu boldly knew that he was no match, so he quickly hid behind Feng Ji and shouted, "Bald nun, I'm afraid of you!"

Jingxuan was already approaching, the long sword flickered coldly, and the sound of rushing through the air came from the air.

clang!
The long sword passed by Feng Ji's side, Feng Ji suddenly shot!
With a sudden grab with five fingers, the blade of the sword was caught in his hand in an instant.

Jingxuan was startled, and suddenly activated his internal force, poured his long sword into it, and cut across with force, about to cut off Feng Ji's palm.

However, the long sword did not move at all, and was firmly held in Feng Ji's hand.

Feng Ji grinned: "Master, haven't you eaten yet?"

Niu Bold took the opportunity to laugh too: "Haha, it's a woman after all, even a bald head is also a woman!"

Jingxuan's face was ashen, but his eyes were extremely serious, staring at Feng Ji: "Heng Lian?"

Feng Ji smiled and was about to speak.

Lu Shiping from the Divine Fist Sect over there suddenly shook his spear and shouted, "Boy, who are you?"

Jiao Yiqian also immediately put the sword on Zhao Yunhu's neck and shouted: "Boy, if you dare to move, I will kill him!"

Feng Ji's smile restrained, his expression turned cold: "Threat me?"

"Hey, so what if I threaten you?" Jiao Yiqian sneered.

Feng Ji's eyes froze for a moment, and he pinched his right hand suddenly!
Click!

Jingxuan's long sword broke instantly!
Immediately after Feng Ji waved his hand, the point of the sword sprang out with a puff.

The blade pierced through the air, drawing out a terrifying whimper.

puff--!
Jiao Yiqian didn't even have time to react, and was hit with a sword on his forehead.

The broken long sword pierced through his forehead, the huge force caused the broken sword to pierce through and plunge into the mud for several feet!
"Forehead……"

Jiao Yiqian's pupils were dilated, his throat made a strange sound, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

At this moment, everyone turned pale in horror and looked at Feng Ji in disbelief.

One must know that Jiao Yiqian is a middle-level master of the Haisha faction, and also has second-rate strength in the arena.

Such a famous person was actually shot and killed by a broken sword thrown casually?

how can that be?

Everyone took a deep breath, and Jingxuan also reacted instantly, and at the same time his face changed slightly, he would retreat violently.

When he retreated, Feng Ji also moved.

But when he stepped on the ground, there was a muffled bang on the ground, a small hole exploded in the mud, the mud splashed, and the turf flew.

Feng Ji moved quickly like a blurred phantom.

Lu Shiping only felt a flash in front of his eyes, Feng Ji had already arrived in front of him!
"you--"

He opened his mouth, waiting to say something.

The next moment, Feng Ji poked with his index finger!
Bang-!
The air exploded and rippled in circles.

But seeing his fingertips, they instantly pointed to Lu Shiping's forehead.

Lu Shiping's face changed wildly, and the long spear in his hand shook out the spears quickly, one into two, two into four, four into eight, and for a moment, the front was full of guns, resisting Feng Ji's fingers!
This move is the "flowers in the sky" in the "flower burial gun" of Shenquanmen.

It is to use the gun flower that shakes out rapidly to confuse the enemy, making the enemy unpredictable and not knowing where to defend.

Since ancient times, the red-tasseled gun has been called the thief of a hundred soldiers.

The various ways of using the long spear such as "end, wrap, collapse, pick, tie, and dance flowers" have established the source of this title.

At this time, the gunfire was complicated and dazzling.

Facing such a move, ordinary people would not even know how to block it, except to retreat and dodge it.

Unfortunately, this time Lu Shiping faced Feng Ji!

A terrifying existence with great skill!
Instead of retreating, Feng Ji sped up instantly, his arms suddenly swelled, and his bones made a sound like fried beans.

The whole person raised his score out of thin air!
bang bang bang...

There were muffled sounds several times in a row, but the gunshots fell on Feng Ji's body.

The sharp tip of the gun directly picked through Feng Ji's clothes.

But when it touched Feng Ji's body, it could only make a muffled sound.

Every muffled sound brought an extremely terrifying shock force!

Lu Shiping stabbed four shots in an instant, and when he was about to stab the fifth shot, his tiger's mouth was torn apart by the shock force, and his whole arm was trembling!
He was terrified and couldn't help shouting: "Heng Lian iron shirt?"

Feng Ji laughed loudly: "I have good eyesight, but it's too late!"

boom--!
A terrifying loud noise exploded, his fingertips pierced the sound barrier, and instantly touched Lu Shiping's forehead!
Lu Shiping's pupils shrank instantly, he felt a pain in his forehead, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness!
Others looked at it and saw that Feng Ji hit the gun with his iron shirt and touched Lu Shiping's forehead with his fingertips.

Immediately, Lu Shiping's head exploded like a balloon filled with blood!

Blood flew everywhere, and the scalp of the piece of meat rolled and exploded.

The Emei women not far away screamed 'Ah' one after another, their faces turned pale with fright, and they kept backing away.

Jingxuan also turned pale at this time, and hurriedly retreated, shouting: "Withdraw!"

She made a decisive decision and quickly called everyone on the right path to retreat.

She knew very well that this mysterious master of horizontal training was too terrifying.

Although Jiao Yiqian and Lu Shiping are not as powerful as her, they are not far behind her.

In the hands of this person, the two of them couldn't hold back even one move, and were killed directly!

She is very clear that even if people like herself go together, they are not enough to kill the other party!
At that moment, she hurriedly backed away, calling for everyone to flee.

At the same time, her heart was full of horror, as if setting off a violent wind and huge waves.

"When did the Skyhawk Sect produce such a terrifying master of horizontal training? Could it be... Could it be that he is Yin Tianzheng's direct disciple?"

She really couldn't think of, except for Yin Tianzheng, a talented horizontal practitioner who is famous for his powerful eagle claws, who else can have this terrifying horizontal training kung fu?

Seeing the righteous people running away, Feng Ji immediately shouted in a deep voice, "Kill!"

Without saying a word, Niu Bold and Wang Xianliang rushed out to intercept and kill.

Feng Ji himself turned into a ferocious beast, shuttling through the forest.

He killed people too savagely and simply, with one punch and one kick, he could easily kill the enemy.

For a while, there were endless screams and wailing in the woods.

Zhao Yunhu who was kneeling on the ground after being hit on the acupuncture point was horrified, and only now did he come back to his senses.

He was full of disbelief: "Who is this person?"

"Why is there such a terrifying horizontal skill?"

Not far away, a disciple of the White Tiger Altar came back to his senses, hurriedly stepped forward to unlock his acupoints, and shouted: "Altar Master? Are you alright?"

Zhao Yunhu didn't have time to say more, he just asked: "Who are those three people? Do you know each other?"

Someone suddenly shouted: "Altar Master, I seem to know one of them, the man in blue clothes and without front teeth seems to be the Fragrance Master of Ziwei Hall."

"Ziwei Hall?"

Zhao Yunhu was stunned, his face was full of astonishment, Ziweitang?

There are such masters in Ziweitang?

Over the years, the Ziwei Hall has become less and less present in the Skyhawk Sect, and no one cares about it.

At this time, such a master suddenly appeared, and Zhao Yunhu was beaten to death. He didn't expect that this was from Ziweitang!
He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately shouted: "Don't worry about it so much, copy the guy for me, and kill this group of righteous dogs!"

"Yes!"

"Kill!"

Immediately, everyone in the White Tiger Altar roared and rushed out, chasing and killing the righteous people who were alone in the forest.

After a stick of incense, everyone in the forest gathered again.

Zhao Yunhu laughed boldly: "Hahaha, Zhao Yunhu in the White Tiger Altar, thank you brothers for saving their lives!"

Wang Xianliang looked calm and said: "Tanzhu Zhao, don't be in a hurry to thank us, you still don't know where we are from?"

Niu boldly said with a half smile but not a smile: "Hey, Master Xiang, you said that we Ziwei Hall rescued the altar master of the White Tiger Altar. If this is spread, can the White Tiger Altar admit it? I'm afraid you will be laughed at by the brothers in the sect. .”

Zhao Yunhu glanced at the two of them, his expression a little embarrassed.

He knew that he looked down on Ziweitang to some extent in the past, and his brothers also had conflicts with Ziweitang's people. When he dealt with it, he somewhat favored his brother.

It is normal for the two disciples of Ziwei hall to sneer at him.

But he didn't care about the attitude of these two people, he just cared more about Feng Ji.

He looked at Feng Ji, clasped his fists and said, "Brother, whether it's the White Tiger Altar or the Ziwei Hall, we are all disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect, and we all came together to fight against the Mongolian Tartars."

"There is a big enemy outside, the three of you can ignore the past and save us people, Zhao is extremely grateful!"

"Please be respected by Mr. Zhao!"

Right now, in front of everyone, he bowed deeply to Feng Ji and the three of them!
Niu Bold and Wang Xianliang were stunned and a little at a loss.

When they think about it, if they run on each other like this, can the other party still have a good face?Why don't you immediately turn against yourself and others and start arguing?

As everyone knows, without Feng Ji present, perhaps Zhao Yunhu's disciples of the White Tiger Altar would really not give them face.

But now Feng Ji was in front of them, and he had just revealed his terrifying strength and cruel methods.

Of course they dare not!

Feng Ji stretched out his hand to support Zhao Yunhu, and said with a smile: "What did the altar master Zhao say? Both Ziweitang and Baihutan are disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect, and we are all brothers. How can we see death without saving them?"

"Don't say these outlandish words in the future, I'm at the Ziwei Hall, Feng Ji!"

Seeing that Feng Ji didn't continue to keep his cold face, but smiled, the disciples of the White Tiger Altar were all relieved, and they all burst into laughter.

"That's right, everyone is a disciple of the Skyhawk Sect, so why should they be divided?"

"Yeah, the incense master of the Ziwei Hall has a big temper, we are all brothers."

"This big brother, what's your name? Hahaha, that bald nun just now is a good scolding."

……

Everyone flirted with Niu Bold and Wang Xianliang, but Feng Ji was the only one that ordinary disciples dared not approach.

Only Zhao Yunhu stood beside Feng Ji, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng Ji, do you hold any position in Ziweitang? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Without a position and no reputation, altar master Zhao naturally doesn't know about Feng."

Zhao Yunhu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You are such an expert, but you have no position in Ziwei Hall? This... this... can't be done? Where is Wang Chongguang? Isn't he your helmsman? He deliberately suppressed you No?"

Feng Ji smiled: "Before Master Wang Duo died, he hoped that I could revitalize the Ziwei Hall. Unfortunately, Young Master Yin didn't think so."

"What? Wang Chongguang is dead?"

Zhao Yunhu was taken aback, and immediately heard Feng Ji's voice-over, and his eyes flashed.

That's right, Ziwei Hall is represented by the head of Tianwei Hall, Young Master Yin....

Thinking of King Yin Ye's character, he couldn't help sighing.

Immediately, he patted Feng Ji on the shoulder and said, "Brother Feng, your ability is too inferior in Ziwei hall. Why don't you come to my Baihu altar?"

"As long as you come to the White Tiger Altar, you can choose the position!"

As soon as he said this, Wang Xianliang and Niu Boldness who were following behind suddenly became nervous and looked at Feng Ji quickly.

But Feng Ji smiled lightly and said: "Really? I want to be the altar master of the White Tiger Altar, do you want to?"

　Don't say anything, sleep for a while, and fight hard when you get up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)