From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 79: Yan Zhao's Song and Dance, Wen Family's Warm Tea and Rice Wine (8800)

Before Yan Zhao arrived, Xu Xing's body-building techniques had already been practiced to the most critical points.

In the martial arts world, there has always been a saying that masters can pass on their skills through initiation. However, what is the difference between this so-called transmission of skills and using internal force in a fight? Why would one's vitality be severely damaged after the transmission of skills?
Xu Xing can now finally answer this question.

In fact, the reason why warriors in this world practice internal strength and create so many "meridian systems" that do not exist is to use this consensus to cultivate a self-consistent internal force cycle.

When a warrior reaches the realm of "controlling Qi with spirit", he can break free from the shackles of this "fictitious meridian system" and independently construct an internal force circulation system that best suits him and is easiest to exert his full strength based on his own body and martial arts.

Therefore, in fact, pure internal force is not important. What is important is the system in which this internal force runs and circulates endlessly. This is what martial artists call the foundation.

To explain using an example that Xu Xing is familiar with, the foundation of internal force is like muscles, and internal force itself is like physical strength.

When people exercise, generally speaking, they only consume physical energy. If they exercise excessively, they will strain their muscles, which is what is called "wasting the body" in the martial arts world.

As for the so-called initiation and transmission of power, in fact, it is to completely separate this part of the internal force circulation system in your body that is similar to the "muscle" and transfer it to another person.

It can be said to be a practice similar to organ transplantation.

Moreover, for internal force warriors, the "internal force system" is the real "total power source" of the human body and is even more important than the heart.

Even if one is a top master who is healthy and in high spirits, his vitality will be seriously damaged after the transmission of skills. Even if he retains some of his foundation, he will need years of rest to gradually recover.

This is similar to after a liver resection, although cells can regenerate, this regeneration still requires time and nutrients, and the extent of the resection also requires extremely precise control.

That’s why there are so many stories in the martial arts world where the masters who imparted the skills died on the spot after receiving initiation.

However, for Xu Xing, this was not an organ transplant, but rather something like roasting Wuyazi's "circulatory organ" and eating it as nutrition to promote his own development.

Xu Xing first let the poison of the "Seven Insects and Seven Deaths Medicine" take root in his bone marrow, destroying his already well-established true form and body, and turning his entire small world into chaos.

Wuyazi saw that Xu Xing's body, which originally emitted the seven-treasure divine light, was actually trembling and gradually began to fall apart. The colorful light also turned dim and dead, as if it was experiencing the five signs of decay of a god.

——Failed?!
Wuyazi was horrified, but he discovered that in the gray and dead black, there was also a kind of wild, crazy, direct, yet extremely strong vitality, which was so powerful that it could not be suppressed.

——Just like the water of the eight circles and nine fields, the flow of the Milky Way, the place where all things return to, it also breeds divine creatures like Kunpeng, or even greater and more sacred beings.

Xu Xing originally achieved the master's boxing style with the power of the Great Sage Hun Tian, ​​and in the battle with Zhu Tiandu, he realized his power of the Dragon King of the Four Seas, and thus realized the meaning of "Water strikes three thousand miles away" to cover the sea.

Now, with the will of the North Sea God, he can superimpose the Divine Refining True Form · Hun Tian and the Divine Refining True Form · Fu Hai, combining the two into one to form a new true form of Kun Peng!

At this moment, Wuyazi's lifelong skills and the nutrients from the four Vajra Eternal Longevity Pills became the nourishment for Xu Xing to cast his true form.

After a while, a clear blue color appeared in the darkness, and then an indigo divine light rolled up, as if some huge monster was swallowing up the spiritual power of heaven and earth, rolling up the deep sea waves, and was about to break out of the abyss!

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At first, Su Xinghe had planned to persuade Xu Xing and others to leave after accepting the teachings, leaving him alone.

But Su Xinghe had never expected that Jiumozhi and others would come so quickly. Even if there was a path ahead, this was still an incredible speed.

Secondly, he did not expect that Tie Shou and Duan Yu's fighting spirit was so determined. Even when facing numerous enemies, they did not show any sign of retreat.

Although Su Xinghe had studied martial arts for many years, he had almost never fought a life-and-death battle. However, when he saw the expressions and backs of Tie Shou and Duan Yu, a surge of fighting spirit suddenly rose in his heart.

The road of life is long, but how many times can you find a close friend who can fight side by side with you?

When a person can fight side by side with his confidant and take revenge, why not do it vigorously and vigorously? Even if he cannot achieve great success, he will at least consider it a great defeat!
When the three men were determined in their belief, the thirty-one beautiful and charming confidantes of Yan Zhao who were willing to die for him finally arrived.

A group of warblers flocked into the valley, bringing with them a rich fragrance.

Those disciples of the Xingxiu Sect who had managed to escape and ascend to heaven could not help but stare with their eyes wide open, their minds fascinated and almost unable to control themselves.

These women all wore flowery clothes, and they were so beautiful that it seemed as if they were blooming their entire life, not caring even if they would wither in the next moment.

Even as a disciple of the Dali royal family, who was used to seeing the stunning beauty, Duan Yu could not help but stare at her in a daze, and thus felt jealous of the "magic coffin-splitting hand" who had not yet appeared.

Some of them were holding books, some were holding zithers, some were holding scrolls, and some were reciting poems.

Suddenly, these wild mountains and forests were filled with books, paintings, vocal music, and numerous beautiful women in flowery clothes.

And more wine than beauty.

The man with a tiger chin, a swallow beard, a bear back and a wasp waist walked in, tilted his head back and drank from the jar. After finishing the whole jar, he threw it away with a clang, broke the mud seal and drank from another jar.

This man was drinking and singing while crying, without even looking at the people present.

The singing is heroic and profound, with a kind of desolate and tragic grandeur that goes straight to the heart. With an extraordinary appeal, it pulls the entire valley into a vast world of setting sun over a long river and dyeing the whole river red.

This big man from the north whose last name was Yan and whose given name was Zhao actually used the heroic and tragic songs of the Yan and Zhao lands to display his spiritual world in front of everyone!
He was not afraid of anyone seeing a flaw in his spirit. Instead, he displayed it generously so that everyone could feel his broad mind.

Even before he made a move, Yan Zhao had already shocked everyone in the field with his courage and momentum, as if this was no longer a battlefield where people were fighting to the death and blood was flying everywhere, but a stage for him and his many confidantes to sing and dance and enjoy life to their heart's content.

Even Jiumozhi, who had always maintained a state of concentration, could not help but look up to him and cheered in his heart: "The Central Plains is indeed a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. What a majestic man! He is truly my rival!"

As soon as Duan Yu saw this man, the jealousy in his heart suddenly disappeared - a man like this was indeed worthy of so many peerless beauties.

If it were the Duan Yu of the past, he might have felt ashamed of himself, but the Duan Yu now, who had gone through a lot of hardships and trials, just had a calm look, and his sharpness became more and more condensed, like a divine sword unsheathed, cutting off all distracting thoughts and looking directly at Yan and Zhao.

When Tie Shou saw Yan Zhao, he immediately thought of his two close friends, Zhui Ming and Qiao Feng, who were also addicted to alcohol and were known as the "Three Great Drinkers in the Wulin" together with this man.

But the third junior brother, who has always been down-and-out and cynical, does not have this man's heroic mind, nor does he have the kind of arrogance that looks down on the world and regards all the heroes in the world as nothing.

Even more heroic and magnanimous than this man is Qiao Feng, who, although the chief leader of the Beggars' Sect, often travels alone. He does not like to enjoy carriages and horses or be served by beautiful women, so he does not have such a pomp.

When this big man arrived with his assassins, he attracted everyone's attention with his unparalleled spirit and style.

Yan Zhao, however, showed an expression of being accustomed to it.

Obviously, he was the kind of person who was used to being stared at and even enjoyed being stared at.

His arrogant and disdainful look suddenly changed when he saw Tie Shou.

In his life, Yan Zhao liked to look at people's eyes before fighting with them.

If the opponent doesn't dare to look him in the face, he can defeat him with his momentum. If the opponent makes eye contact with him, his attention will be drawn, so he has a chance of winning without even making a move.

But there was no imposing sharpness in Tie Shou's eyes, only peace, like the earth or the mountains. Seemingly motionless, but containing deep vitality that allowed all things to reproduce, take root, blossom and bear fruit.

Yan Zhao took a step forward and walked out from the encirclement of the women.

He was very tall, even burly to the point of being towering, so his tall body seemed to have "hidden" all the dead men.

When Yan Zhao and Tie Shou faced each other, the first words were:

"Mr. Tie Er, I'm sorry."

When Tie Shou heard this, he knew that he had met the strongest enemy in his life, and he immediately stood in awe.

The fact that a man with such momentum and style can still apologize to his opponent in a low but unyielding manner shows that he is a confident and self-reliant person.

After spending a long time with Xu Xing, a man with overflowing self-confidence and who truly looked down on everyone, Tie Shou also figured out a truth:

Truly extremely confident people are extremely humble, because they don't need to improve themselves by belittling others. It is often those who have lost confidence who act high-handed and extremely arrogant.

Tie Shou also saluted and said:

"It's the business of the underworld. It's easy to talk about it, easy to talk about it."

Yan Zhao took another step and said:
"I didn't know you were here. Before I came here, I didn't know your Divine Marquis Mansion had intervened in this matter."

Yan Zhao's meaning is very clear:

He didn't want to be an enemy of the Shenhou Mansion and the Four Famous Detectives.

But the most helpless thing about the affairs of the martial arts world lies in the word "origin".

Tie Shou clasped his hands again and said:

"The Xiaoyao Sect and the Zizai Sect have been friends for generations, and our uncle and Senior Wuyazi are close friends. No matter who wants to harm Senior Wuyazi and damage the reputation of the Xiaoyao Sect, we will definitely rush over."

Yan Zhao smiled:

"The matter of Wuyazi is originally a dispute of Xiaoyao Sect. Why do you have to intervene in everything? It is better to let it go. At least, don't get involved in today's matter. Otherwise..."

Yan Zhao waved his hand, including the thirty-one assassins behind him, Ding Chunqiu, the Seven Deadly Swords, and even Jiumozhi's men. With a momentum that covered the heavens and the earth, he said majestically:

"Everyone present here will be your enemy. Even if you, Master Tie, really have the body of Tie Juan, how many nails can you hammer in?"

Although Yan Zhao had not discussed this with anyone beforehand, his words revealed a sense of confidence that everything was under control and that "whatever I say will become a reality."

After hearing Yan Zhao's statement of his position, Ding Chunqiu, who was originally in the same camp with him, needed no further explanation. The expressions of the Seven Deadly Swordsmen immediately became more relaxed. Although Jiumozhi did not show any emotion, he nodded slightly to show his agreement.

From Yan Zhao's heroic and tragic song just now, everyone could feel the man's pride and broad-mindedness, and they reached the most basic consensus:
At the very least, before dealing with the three people in front of him, Yan Zhao would not and would not bother to take action against them.

Therefore, since Yan Zhao is willing to step forward and act as the leader to organize the three forces, neither Jiumozhi nor the Seven Deadly Swords will object.

Tie Shou's previous plan was based on the fact that the three forces did not trust and understand each other, and were unwilling to accept each other, so he dared to say that he could fight one against two and delay time for Xu Xing.

But they never expected that such a stylish Yan Zhao would come and, as soon as he opened his mouth, he would unite the three scattered forces into one, and work together to target the three of them who were weak and alone.

Even though this "unity" was only temporary, Tie Shou still felt the pressure doubled. However, he remained calm and even smiled, emitting a solemn and resolute glow.

That is the unique light on a person's face after he has made a major decision.

He looked directly at Yan Zhao and the people behind him who were staring at him eagerly, smiled slightly, and said:
“Ding Chunqiu has done such a wicked thing. No matter what, we, the Four Famous Detectives, everyone in the Divine Marquis Mansion, and even everyone in the Zizai Sect will not let him go.

As for the rest of my friends, since they are here for the Xiaoyao Sect's inheritance, then they should follow the rules of the martial arts world."

Yan Zhao sighed:

"I know you are someone who cannot be persuaded."

Iron Hand Road:
"It's not that I don't listen to your advice, it's that your reasoning can't persuade me."

Yan Zhao cupped his hands: "Well, please."

Tie Shou clasped his fists and said, "Please."

The tones of both of them were very calm, but they were very persistent, even firm.

It's like a bamboo that clings to the green mountains and never lets go. It's so firm and resilient despite all the blows, no matter which direction the wind blows.

Both of them showed their sincere respect in this salute.

And heroes respect each other.

In this mutual respect, there is also a determination to fight to the death.

Yan Zhao sighed:
"Life is short. It is unwise for a person like Brother Tie to end up in such a situation just for the sake of so-called fairness and justice!"

With a sigh, Yan Zhao took action immediately. A violent storm arose in front of him. And where the storm surged, a huge palm force came rushing over.

As the palm force rose, the swirling and fierce wind brought about a sharp whistle that broke through the air, causing the eardrums of several Xingxiu disciples nearby to rupture and bleed.

Now, Yan Zhao and Tie Shou were separated by a distance of six or seven feet, but when he slapped out his palm, the palm force completely covered Tie Shou from head to toe, leaving no gap, not giving him any chance to breathe. This was not a unique skill like Fu Zongshu's "Heavenly Gate Divine Art", where the force would become stronger each time it penetrated a layer of Heavenly Gate, but the most common split palm in the martial arts world.

It's just that Yan Zhao's skill is so powerful that even after crossing seven feet, his palm power still shows no signs of weakening.

This palm wind is not as brilliant and glorious as Jiumozhi's "Flame Sword", but it is extremely powerful and fierce, like a mountain range rushing in, overturning and crushing.

This huge palm force, as strong as a mountain, faced a hand.

——The iron hand that Tie Youxia relies on to dominate the world!

Tie Shou took a deep breath, and his inner energy, which was so thick that it was almost vast, poured out powerfully. With a stretch of his arm and a clenched fist, he shattered Yan Zhao's iron wall-like palm wind energy and completely dispersed the internal force in it.

Yan Zhao saw that the world-famous Iron Hand actually had a metallic blue-black luster, and he couldn't help but feel surprised:
Could it be that this guy is really made of iron?
Although the first fight between the two was still unclear, Ding Chunqiu and others could no longer bear it, so they immediately pounced forward and leaped into the cave behind the waterfall.

Since Xu Xing is currently practicing his "true form of Dharma body" in it, the spiritual power fluctuations and powerful aura he exudes are so conspicuous in the eyes of all the masters that they cannot be more conspicuous.

Among them, the speed of the Seven Absolute Divine Swords is the fastest. The swordsmanship of these seven young men carrying swords has not only been practiced into their bones, but also into their hearts, souls, and minds.

As soon as they moved, they seemed to be pulled out of the human body and transformed into seven slender and sharp sword lights, which flew straight into the waterfall.

However, the seven people had just rushed out ten feet when they were blocked by the extremely condensed and fierce sword energy. The sword energy was weaved into a net, covering the seven "divine swords" with an unparalleled momentum that covered the sky and the earth!
Although he failed to communicate with Tie Shou, Duan Yu saw clearly that with his swordsmanship and strength, he was the most suitable person to deal with the seven young men known as the "Seven Divine Swords".

Therefore, as soon as the seven people moved, he immediately took action and pushed the battle to its most intense climax.

Duan Yu has made up his mind to get rid of these seven people in the shortest time possible, and then turn around to help Tie Shou!

Six meridians fight against seven wonders, divine sword fights against divine sword!
Su Xinghe raised his sleeves, and rose into the sky like a crane, and went straight to kill the dozens of Dharma protectors of Jiumozhi and the thirty-one assassins under Yan Zhao.

Although this old man has profound cultivation, he is extremely bad at actual combat. He knows that with his own abilities, if he rashly intervenes in the fight between the strong, it will most likely make Tie Shou and Duan Yu unable to move.

Therefore, Su Xinghe simply took the initiative to pick on the "soft persimmon", trying to let these people influence the crucial battle situation. Although they were "soft persimmons", relying on Su Xinghe's martial arts, if he wanted to deal with them, he would have to go through a fierce, bitter, or even a life-and-death fight!
Tie Shou could certainly feel the intentions of his two comrades. Even Duan Yu, a young fellow disciple, had such determination, and even Su Xinghe, an old senior, had such fighting spirit. How could Tie Youxia dare to lag behind? !
A surge of heroism surged in Tie Shou's chest, his eyes fixed, and he ignored Yan Zhao who was close at hand. Instead, he stood where he was and punched and slapped with all his might at Jiumozhi and Ding Chunqiu, who posed the greatest threat!
This punch and palm, an ordinary "Shaolin Hundred-Step Divine Fist" and the most common "Splitting Air Palm", are the result of his life's skills. Not only do they contain the pure strength of the "consistent magical skill", but they also contain the vast inner energy of the "magnificent magical skill".

After Tie Shou mastered the "consistent magical skill", every time he exerted his strength, it was as if he was standing on a towering mountain, attacking from a high vantage point, using the terrain to increase his strength. Even a casual move was as powerful as thunder.

It was as if there was some invisible existence pushing Tie Shou to deliver this punch and palm strike, even though he himself could hardly control himself. Just like this rushing waterfall, it rushed towards him with a force that was unstoppable and inevitable.

Although Jiumozhi was aware of the fierce and overwhelming force, he was a martial and aggressive person, so how could he avoid it?

His eyes flashed with a strange light, and he concentrated his strength in his arms, drawing on the vigorous energy and blood of the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit. His arms were glowing with a layer of diamond butter-like luster, and he fought hard against the iron hand's palm force through the air.

With a loud bang, Jiumozhi's body trembled, and he suddenly sank in the air, dropping three feet suddenly. His bright red cassock undulated like waves, and the Buddhist treasures he wore on his body vibrated violently. With the loud bang, they all turned into dust and flew away in the wind.

Tie Shou was originally standing on the edge of a deep pool, with thick fog all around him. However, the two powerful forces combined to sweep away the thick fog, and even the splashing water droplets were broken into pieces.

Although the palm force that Ding Chunqiu faced was more powerful, it was not as condensed as the fist force and came a little slower.

Seeing that Tie Shou, Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi had all fought once, he guessed that Tie Shou must be exhausted now, so he wanted to go straight for Tie Shou himself.

With his mind made up, Ding Chunqiu immediately activated the "Energy Transformation Method". He spun on the spot, and his sleeves danced into a circle. The dark blue and dark green internal forces intertwined and entangled to form a large drill, which drilled into the ground with a "whoosh".

boom!
In just a moment, Ding Chunqiu's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a deep hole. The iron hand's palm power hit the hole, expanding the entire hole outward by another foot.

The aftermath spread out, and the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect who were more than ten feet away were also knocked to the ground. Many of them were hit hard, with broken bones and tendons, and fell to the ground, unable to move at all.

Another breath passed, and the ground suddenly bulged up, as if a long dragon was shuttling underground. There was a slight sound like stepping on thick snow, and a big hole was broken in the thick soil layer in front of Tie Shou.

With a "hissing" sound, all the soil and rocks turned into dust, like a dark green smoke column, rising into the sky from the cave, carrying a strong poisonous force, and rushing towards Tie Shou.

The iron hand raised his arm, and his inner energy surged, creating thirty-six waves that kept the thick smoke three feet away.

Even so, his sleeves were corroded and his skin and flesh felt burning pain, which shows how terrible the poison is.

Ding Chunqiu was also a little surprised:
——How could this iron-headed man have such powerful abilities?

However, this surprise was fleeting, because in front of Ding Chunqiu's "Energy Transformation Method", pure internal force could not play any blocking role at all!
In the dark green smoke, a dry hand with thick joints, rough skin but not much flesh, wrapped in lush and pure poisonous energy, slapped towards Tie Shou's chest.

The thirty-six layers of thick air walls were like thirty-six layers of gauze in front of this palm and were pierced through in an instant.

At this distance, Tie Shou was able to clearly see the full appearance of Ding Chunqiu, the "Starry Old Immortal" for the first time.

This old immortal from Xingxiu, who always liked to hide in the sedan chair and act mysteriously, turned out to be a tall and burly old man, only slightly taller than Yan Zhao.

He had thick white eyebrows that stretched across his brow bones, and a thick, short, flamboyant beard, which made him look extremely brave. Although he had the usual dignified appearance of the Xiaoyao Sect members, his eyes revealed an almost inhuman brutality and ferocity.

Looking directly at Tie Shou's resolute face, a hint of mockery flashed across Ding Chunqiu's eyes, and he attacked suddenly with all his strength.

The next moment, the mocking look did not transform into the joy of victory, but suddenly froze on his face.

because:

——The power coming from the iron palm is really too strong!
——How can he still have such great power? !

Ding Chunqiu was so frightened that his robe rolled up. He was hit by the palm that he thought was "the last gasp of a spent force" and flew three feet away before landing outside the hole on the bottom floor. He looked at the iron hand in horror.

Tie Shou's body shook, swayed, and then stopped, standing still, as if he was an eternal sacred mountain, giving people a sense of unshakable solidity.

Everyone could feel that Tie Shou’s internal energy was almost exhausted after fighting Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi.

But he is always inexhaustible and keeps rising again!
This is the beauty of the "grand and majestic divine power". The tremendous power of the Iron Hand has become one with the earth beneath its feet, extending endlessly and inexhaustible.

This is what makes him scary. What's even scarier is his moves. They are always so ordinary, so simple, and yet so flawless, they are simply impeccable.

Ding Chunqiu, Yan Zhao, and Jiumozhi knew at a glance that even if the three of them joined forces, it would be almost impossible to break through the obstacles of this enemy who was determined to die in a short period of time.

Tie Shou looked at the three people straight in the eye, a gray-green aura rising from his face and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries in the extremely dangerous internal force fight just now.

But he didn't care at all, he just said slowly in a calm tone:
"Everyone, please!"

Seeing his demeanor, Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi were both moved.

They are completely different from Ding Chunqiu, a despicable villain who would do anything to achieve his goal and is insidious and vicious.

Both of them were self-respecting and self-reliant people who were truly devoted to martial arts. Seeing that Tie Shou was poisoned and had serious internal injuries, but was still able to stand firm, they were naturally somewhat impressed.

Ding Chunqiu didn't care about all this. He rolled up his long sleeves and rushed forward again. At the same time, the three Wen family priests, the tall and thin, the round and the short and strong, also broke out of the sedan chair.

But San Wen's target was not Tie Shou, but Duan Yu who was fighting fiercely with the "Seven Swords"!

As soon as Tie Shou saw the appearance of these three people, he knew that they were the three famous masters of "tea, rice, and wine" of the Wen family, and he felt something was wrong.

Although the three of them have different appearances, they are brothers. The tall and thin man is called Wen Cha, and he comes from a "small brand" that makes poison. As his name suggests, he has broken through the traditional realm of "colorless and tasteless", and his poison is like warm tea, with a fresh and elegant smell.

The round and fat man was named Wen Mi, the heir of a big name who was good at hiding poison. He mixed the strange poison made by his elder brother into the rice and ate it, "hiding" it in the fat of his body. As long as someone cut his skin, the poison would be released instantly, killing people without anyone noticing.

Finally, the short and strong man was called Wenjiu. He learned the art of poisoning from the "Death Troop" and although he was the youngest, he had the most profound skills among the three brothers. He could purify and refine the light poison of Wenjiu into a rich aroma, making the poisoned person feel like drinking fine wine and get drunk without realizing it.

The status of these three in the "old brand" is second only to the "Three Absolute Young Masters" and other seniors and the leaders of the four sects. Their skills in making, hiding and administering poisons make them the best among the current generation of Wen family disciples.

That is why they came to Ding Chunqiu and helped this "Xingxiu Old Immortal" to gather all the poisons in the world and practice the "Hua Gong Dafa". As a result, the three of them each possessed a part of the essence of the "Hua Gong Dafa", and their every move was filled with infinite poisonous power.

Even if there are many masters whose internal strength and martial arts are better than the three of them, if they are caught off guard and hit, they will be turned into a pool of poisonous water that can be recycled and cause endless harm.

Although Duan Yu's Six Meridians Divine Sword is extremely sharp and has amazing combat power, in terms of pure internal strength cultivation, he is still no match for a genius like Tie Shou. If he is besieged by the three men of "Tea, Rice, and Wine", he will surely be doomed.

In this situation, Tie Shou can no longer hide his strength, nor can he use stillness to overcome movement. He must take action to protect him.

Because Duan Yu is his friend, he must save him!
However, once Iron Hand makes a move, he cannot hide his strength.

Ding Chunqiu was just waiting for him to make a move.

Once Tie Shou attacks with all his strength, he will definitely not be able to resist his "Energy Transformation Technique" and "Star Poison"!
Although Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi were reluctant, in the life-and-death battle, they would only try their best to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Tie Shou on the spot!

Tie Shou knew all this of course, but he still took action!

The consistent and powerful palm force broke through the air and hit the three masters of the Wen family directly. Ding Chunqiu, Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi also followed suit.

The three strongest men in the arena did not need any communication. They jumped up together and pounced towards Tie Shou, determined to kill this powerful enemy who was as hard as iron and as heavy as a mountain on the spot!
Just when the situation was critical and life and death were at stake, a heavy sphere condensed from the water flow swirled out from the turbulent waterfall.

The air around them seemed to have turned into turbulent waves. Even Duan Yu, Su Xinghe, and the Seven Deadly Swordsmen who were fighting fiercely were affected and involuntarily took several steps back.

The three masters who faced this move felt a strong sense of oppression.

They originally thought that it was the fierce internal force of some peerless master, but when they actually took action to deal with it, they found that it was actually just a water ball.

A water ball that is gathered into a ball by a powerful force and then blasted out.

The three of them attacked with all their strength, and the water ball immediately exploded in the air, turning into a small rain curtain that soaked the clothes of the three people. Although they were not injured, they all felt a strong sense of humiliation in their hearts.

Then, a roar like thousands of thunders erupting at the same time finally came and suddenly exploded in the cave deep in the waterfall.

That is the shaking sound when the mountain is about to collapse and shatter!
Countless cracks appeared on the masculine and tall mountain that looked as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, and they even spread to the ground below the mountain wall.

The rock wall shattered, as if something was expanding and growing rapidly in the crack.

——The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

At this moment, this idiom is no longer an exaggerated description, but a real description!
Amidst the loud noise, the waterfall that was dozens of feet long seemed to be cut off by some invisible force, and the turbulent waterfall that was several feet wide extended forward, forming an extremely straight long path.

Brilliant blue water light gushed out from the cave, instantly filling everyone's sight.

From deep azure to bright indigo, and then to warm light blue, the color of the water constantly fluctuates and changes, like a turbulent sea.

In the ocean of light, someone cut through a waterfall to make a path, and walked slowly towards them, with his back against the scorching sun.

Under the two black cloth shoes, the originally raging waterfall unexpectedly became extremely quiet and peaceful, with an aura of peace even, like solidified ice crystals, refracting colorful and brilliant light and presenting a flowing texture.

But even though there was brilliant light all around, everyone's eyes were still focused on that handsome face that seemed to be created by heaven and earth and that made everything in the world pale in comparison.

The features and contours of this face are flawless. The green robe flutters in the wind, with mist like smoke flowing on it, as if it is the robe of a fairy from heaven that does not belong to this mortal world.

He didn't look like he had walked out of a misty waterfall, but rather seemed to be formed by the essence of Canglang and the soul of Qingkong. He possessed an indescribable sense of inhuman grandeur, like a statue of a god or Buddha that had come to life.

But even the most lifelike statues of gods and Buddhas cannot compare with him, because gods and Buddhas are statues, while he is a real living being walking in the world, full of vigorous vitality.

——Who on earth is this person? !
Yan Zhao raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise.

He even felt that even his master, who was mysterious, secretive, and elusive every time he appeared, had never given him such a sense of oppression.

This is not a question of how high one's skill is, but an essential difference in the level of life.

That person seemed like a real dragon that was above the world. Just by showing his true form, all living beings became like insects, and they could only look up at him.

In an instant, the whole place was silent, as if everyone had reached a consensus that it would be an unforgivable "overstepping of authority" to speak first in front of this supreme, honorable being.

Only Duan Yu, Tie Shou, and Su Xinghe, who had fought against dozens of people, did not have such awe and fear in their eyes when they saw him.

There is only peace and tranquility.

Because they all know that as long as this person is there, there is nothing to worry about no matter how many or how strong the opponents are.

Walking slowly on the waterfall, overlooking all living things, he said calmly:
"Xu Xing and Xu Ta Fa, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, greets you all."

(End of this chapter)