Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

"Brother Su, you are too kind. Qiao Feng's abilities are mediocre, and he has never done anything that would benefit the country or the people. How can he be called a hero?"

"Haha, Brother Qiao, you don't know that, apart from martial arts, I am most proficient in the 08 innate magic method. I just helped you calculate a fortune."

Su Liu smiled slightly, pinched his fingers to perform the Wuxiang Jue, and said in an unfathomable way:

"You are born with a strong character and a heroic heart. One day, you will shock the whole world and become a great hero admired by everyone!"

Although Qiao Feng didn't really believe in divination.

But to receive praise from someone like Su Liu is already a great honor.

With his heart surging, Qiao Feng raised the wine jar with both hands and laughed loudly:

"Thanks to Brother Su's good words, Qiao will drink first as a sign of respect!"

Su Liu smiled without saying anything and also picked up the jar of wine.

In just a short moment, two large jars of wine were drunk up.

Huang Rong was dumbfounded by the way he drank.

In just a short while, these two people must have drunk ten kilograms of wine!

Then, Huang Rong pursed her lips and looked at Su Liu again, with a cunning look in her eyes, and then asked:

"Master Su, besides Brother Qiao, is there anyone else in the Song Dynasty who can be called a hero?"

"for example?"

With Su Liu's wisdom, how could he not see Huang Rong's little thoughts?

But he still smiled slightly and continued asking questions following Huang Rong's words.

Huang Rong asked excitedly:

"For example, the five great masters of the world, the East Evil, the West Poison, the South Emperor, the North Beggar, and the Central Divine Power!"

"Back then, these five great masters fought with swords on the top of Mount Hua, and finally decided on the name of the Five Supremes. Such strong men are worthy of being called heroes, right?"

Hearing this, Su Liu curled his lips, took a sip of wine, and said lightly:

"Five Wonders? That's all."

"The Western Poison Ouyang Feng is just an old poisonous insect that has died. The Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing is a stupid monk. The Central God Wang Chongyang, that old immortal, is nothing special."

"If we really talk about it, only the East Evil Huang Yaoshi and the North Beggar Hong Qigong can be considered as figures!"

Huang Rong was stunned after hearing these words.

Even Qiao Feng had a dazed look on his face.

He almost dropped the jar of wine in his hand to the ground.

East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar, and Central Divine Power.

These five masters are recognized as the top five most powerful men in the Song Dynasty.

Even if you look at the world of martial arts, he is a rare existence.

However, these five top masters only received mediocre evaluations in the mouth of the Taoist in white.

Among them, Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, was even compared to a poisonous insect that could be easily crushed to death, and the Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing and the Central God Wang Chongyang were also criticized for being useless...

Such outrageous words are really too shocking.

For a moment, Huang Rong's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief, and an extremely bizarre thought inexplicably arose in her mind.

"Everyone says that my father is arrogant and domineering, unruly and unruly, and that he is both good and evil, which is why he is called the East Evil. But compared to this man, my father is actually very gentle..."

"Brother Su, I'm afraid you are ten times more unruly and a hundred times more arrogant than the East Evil!"

Qiao Feng had a complicated expression, his tiger eyes were full of shock.

Is Su Liu being arrogant when he said this?

What he said was indeed a bit arrogant.

But coming from the mouth of this evil swordsman, it really isn't much of an exaggeration!

After all, the middle-level supernatural power Wang Chongyang had been defeated miserably by him.

And the Western Poison Ouyang Feng was killed by him personally!

From this we can see that the so-called Five Greatest Masters of the World are nothing compared to this Taoist priest in white who looks like a god or a devil!

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng couldn't help but sigh and said with emotion:

"I, Qiao Feng, have never met an opponent among the younger generation in the martial arts world. I think I am a master of martial arts, but after meeting this Taoist priest Su today, I finally understand that there is always someone better than you!"

Just when Qiao Feng and Huang Rong were in shock.

A long laugh suddenly sounded from downstairs.

"Good boy, you are so arrogant!

The voice was full of energy and contained a strong sense of sarcasm. It sounded like a joke, but it was like thunder, rolling and echoing in the restaurant.

As the thunder rolled, the tables and chairs were actually rattling.

However, just when the layers of air waves were about to sweep over Su Liu, he just waved his sleeves, and a gust of breeze suddenly blew past, completely dispelling the noise silently.

Immediately, divine light surged in Su Liu's eyes.

The Taixu Eye quietly opened.

His gaze seemed to have overcome many obstacles, and at a glance he locked onto the old beggar lying in the corner downstairs, and said with a half-smile:

"You old beggar, you are not young anymore, why are you still so angry? And with such a loud voice, aren't you afraid of scaring people?"

"Why don't you come up for a while, and I'll give you a bowl of rice."

As soon as these words came out, a sneer suddenly rang out.

"Haha, even though I make a living as an old beggar, I'm not willing to accept food from just anyone!"

"At least, even if I starve to death, I will never touch the food given by you."

Hearing this, Su Liu couldn't help but smile slightly, and said firmly:

"It's your freedom to eat or not. It has nothing to do with me. But this glass of wine is offered to you personally. You can't refuse it, right?"

Before he finished speaking, Su Liu slowly raised a slender white hand and lightly tapped the table. As an invisible force spread out, a series of shattering sounds quietly rang out.

Puff puff!

The seals on the ten jars of wine broke in an instant.

Threads of transparent wine turned into countless water droplets.

Finally, under Su Liu's manipulation, these countless water droplets gathered out of thin air into a wine dragon filled with rich fragrance!

"Old beggar, I'll give you a bottle of good wine. This time, you have to take it carefully!"

Chapter 208: How can the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms subdue the real dragon like Taoist?

"Come, I'll give you a toast!"

With a light laugh, Su Liu waved his hand casually, and the water dragon formed by the wine let out a long roar, and pounced downstairs with its fangs and claws bared.

"Roar!"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Feng's eyelids jumped and he subconsciously exclaimed.

"What!?"

"Using wine to transform into a dragon, it's really possible to do this!"

Huang Rong also opened her beautiful eyes wide, opened her lips slightly, and murmured to herself:

"This...how is this possible!?"

Although this wine dragon is not big, it has complete scales and claws, and looks exactly like the real dragon in the legend.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that it was condensed from wine?

It's not just Qiao Feng and Huang Rong.

The old beggar downstairs took a deep breath after seeing the wine dragon coming through the air, and a long-lost look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"What kind of martial arts is this!?"

But at this moment, he had no time to think any more.

Seeing that the wine dragon was roaring towards him, the old beggar no longer hesitated and immediately used the most proud method of his life.

He just circled his right arm slightly, raised his hand and slapped towards the air.

Roar!

As a loud dragon roar sounded, the mighty palm force also turned into a dragon shape, roaring towards the front with the force of a dragon crossing the river.

boom!

The two dragons were entangled and fighting each other.

For a moment, it was difficult to tell who was winning.

At this moment, hearing this all too familiar dragon roar, Qiao Feng could no longer sit still and exclaimed in disbelief:

"This is... the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!?"

"Could it be... the old man Qigong!?"

Thinking of the old beggar Su Liu had called out before, Qiao Feng's eyes lit up instantly. He immediately stood up, strode to the railing and looked down.

I saw an old beggar standing downstairs.

The old beggar was of burly build, with big hands and feet, and a very rough appearance.

Although his clothes were full of patches, they were washed clean. In his hand he held a green bamboo stick as bright as jade, and on his back he carried a large vermilion lacquered gourd.

However, Qiao Feng's gaze went straight to the old beggar's palm, and he saw that he had only four fingers on his right hand, with the index finger missing.

"It is indeed Mr. Qigong!"

Qiao Feng was delighted.

"Why did he come to Jiangnan?"

This old beggar was none other than one of the Five Greatest Masters of the Song Dynasty, the Beggar of the North, Hong Qigong!

But at this moment, Hong Qigong was far from being as relaxed as he looked. He looked at the two dragons fighting each other with a serious gaze, and found it a little unbelievable.

I just randomly picked a restaurant and wanted to have some wine, but I didn't expect to hear someone upstairs talking nonsense, commenting that the Five Quatrains of Song Dynasty were nothing special.

Hong Qigong has always been magnanimous and generous, and he would never take these outrageous words to heart.

But the voice from upstairs was becoming more and more excessive, belittling the Five Quatrains to nothing.

Hong Qigong couldn't help but feel a little angry, so he thought about scaring the arrogant boy upstairs.

But he never expected it.

This little Taoist priest who dares to speak so wildly actually possesses such terrifying martial arts!

"Who exactly is this little Taoist priest?"

"When did the Taoist sect cultivate such an incredible evildoer?"

Just when Hong Qigong was lost in thought, a teasing chuckle suddenly sounded from above the restaurant.

"You old beggar, you are drinking a forfeit if you don't accept my toast."

"In that case, don't blame me for not giving you face!"

Before he finished speaking, the wine dragon seemed to be blessed by some kind of divine power. Countless brilliant golden lights suddenly shone on it, adding a bit of luxury and majesty out of thin air!

It’s the Golden Light Mantra!

Su Liu pinched the Wuxiang Jue with his hands and chanted softly:

"The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi. Cultivate the Great Tribulation to prove my supernatural power. Within and outside the Three Realms, only Taoism reigns supreme..."

The next moment, the wine dragon roared towards the sky, and its size suddenly increased several times. Its originally crystal clear body was completely rendered golden, and it looked like a divine dragon above the sky.