Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 172 Nine Flower Jade Dew Pills

Uh-huh! Duan Zhixing's majestic but handsome face was twisted, and he looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

There was a gap on the smooth and bright jade sword, which was almost cut off by Zhu Hefeng's sword.

This made Duan Zhixing, who cherished the jade sword passed down from his ancestors very much, feel heartbroken and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Boom!

On this side, Zhu Hefeng forced Duan Zhixing back with a sword, and on the other side, Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms struck out again.

The dog-beating stick that was originally held in his palm was inserted into Hong Qigong's waist. He turned his hands with only nine fingers and struck out with one palm.

Ouch! The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is one of the most powerful and domineering palm techniques in the world. It is extremely powerful and indestructible.

Now that the palm was struck, a dragon roar came out in the void, and the overwhelming palm power condensed, turning into a divine dragon with fangs and claws, heading straight towards Wang Chongyang.

"Okay, I'm going to teach you the Beggar Clan's world-famous Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms today." Seeing Hong Qigong display the unique skill of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Wang Chongyang was so happy that he created his own unique skill—— The Ice-breaking Palm Technique was used.

This set of palm techniques was learned by Wang Chongyang from the Taoist Scriptures. It seems calm, but in fact it is full of stamina.

Just like Hong Qigong, he flipped his palms, but his palm power seemed to be exerted calmly.

Boom!

The four palms collided in the void, and a loud noise sounded. Hong Qigong's dragon seemed to have arrived in the ice and snow, and dispersed instantly.

At the same time, each other's skills were confronting each other head-on. Both masters' bodies trembled slightly, seemingly equal in skill to each other.

Only Zhu Hefeng, who had been paying attention to Wang Chongyang on one side, discovered that between the collision of palms, Hong Qigong took half a step back, but Wang Chongyang remained motionless.

The seven masters are competing for each other, refusing to give in to each other.

They all displayed their abilities, and in the melee, their opponents changed every time. Sometimes, Hong Qigong fights Ouyang Feng, and then Ouyang Feng fights Huang Yaoshi. Furthermore, Zhu Hefeng sometimes becomes jealous when meeting Wang Chongyang's love rival, and sometimes breaks up with Lin Chaoying and his wife.

Even if there is a difference between the seven masters, it is only a thin line. They are really not far apart.

In the melee, the pride and fighting spirit in each other's hearts were aroused, and a terrifying fight began.

By the end of the fight, everyone was sweating profusely, and endless sweat spilled onto the balcony, and each other's energy completely sealed the entire balcony.

At this time, no matter how expert you are, you are not allowed to take even half a step towards the balcony.

Around the balcony, Duan Zhixing's four bodyguards, fishermen, woodcutter, farmers, and Wang Chongyang's two disciples, as well as other masters who came after hearing the news, all stared at the melee on the balcony.

The martial arts skills of the seven masters really made the heroes restrain themselves and stunned them.

This fight lasted from day to night.

When it was dusk and the gentle sunshine completely disappeared from the evening sky, there was another loud noise from the balcony.

Boom!

The two swords in the palms of Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying clashed, and the other palm struck out almost indiscriminately, causing the void to tremble. Then, the two of them trembled and separated.

Uh-huh! Countless lights flashed in Zhu Hefeng's eyes. After a day of melee, Zhu Hefeng felt that he was constantly summarizing what he had learned, and had the potential to return to the sea.

The self-created Emperor's Classic Book of Heaven, as well as the Lianhua Treasure Book and the Dugu Nine Swords that he later learned, are about to merge into one under the reflection of the five masters' respective styles of martial arts.

In an instant, a mysterious aura emitted from his body.

"Are we finally going to realize it?" Catching a hint of mystery emanating from the depths of Zhu Hefeng's eyes, Lin Chao Yingmei blinked, and deep joy surged in his heart, and he thought to himself.

"Master, seniors, you have been fighting for a day, and you need to rest for a night. It is not too late to fight again!"

The seven masters experienced this day's melee, and their auras were already connected with each other. Zhu Hefeng's aura only changed slightly, and it was sensed by other masters.

Sensing the vigorous aura emanating from him, Wang Chongyang and the other five masters all changed their expressions slightly, and the figures that were originally entangled also suddenly separated.

Ma Yu, who was guarding outside the balcony, saw the seven masters suddenly separate. His heart was in his throat and he quickly shouted out.

Swish!
  Hearing Ma Yu's call, the seven masters all cast their gazes outward with extremely sharp eyes. Upon seeing this, Ma Yu and others took out the food and water they had prepared and handed them to the balcony.

Gududu!
  Lifting a water bag filled with water, Zhu Hefeng drank all the water in the water bag, and then threw away the water bag in his hand as if he was still not satisfied.

"Are you injured?" Lin Chaoying's eyes turned to the United States, and the stars in his eyes fell on him, and he asked with concern.

In his mind, all kinds of martial arts were intertwined. Zhu Hefeng felt that his head was going to be big, but he shook his head and said: "It's okay."

"I haven't had such a good fight in a long time!"

As he spoke, a sense of excitement filled the air. Hearing what he said, Lin Chaoying couldn't help but nodded.

She could tell that this was the truth spoken by her husband.

After a day of melee fighting, the internal strength of the seven masters was greatly depleted, and even a drop of water was not taken in. At this time, under the darkness of the night, they all used their kung fu to restore their strength, and they also needed to replenish their food.

After eating some game steamed buns, steamed buns, etc., everyone started to cross their legs to do their exercises. At this moment, Huang Yaoshi, who was dressed in a green robe and looked extremely evil, suddenly took out a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and a scent of fragrance filled the air.

Snapped!
  With a flick of his fingers, his self-created magical power was unleashed, and a few pills flew out, heading straight towards the six masters.

The six masters each stretched out their hands to grab it, and then they saw a fragrant pill in their hands. As soon as they smelled it, they felt comfortable all over.

"Brother Huang, what are you doing?" Hong Qigong turned his eyes and asked.

Huang Yaoshi sat cross-legged on a big stone, poured out a pill from a porcelain bottle, raised his head and drank it, and said in a cold tone:

"This is my secretly made Jiuhua Jade Dew Pill, which has the effect of strengthening the body and strengthening the body. After taking it, you can recover your skills faster."

"Then thank you Brother Huang for your kindness." Zhu Hefeng stuffed the Jiuhua Jade Dew Pills into his mouth and smacked his lips. "I am really touched that you are willing to take out such precious pills."

Seeing Zhu Hefeng take his Jiuhua Jade Dew Pill, Huang Yaoshi was slightly startled, with a touch of emotion in his eyes, but he said: "Brother Wuyou actually took it, are you not afraid that what I gave you is poison?"

(End of this chapter)