"Yang An!"

Hong Yi frowned: "The world is so big, where can I, Hong Yi, go?"

Hong Yi knew that Gu Shao was injured for a long time and did not take action. The person who was the most powerful in the big fight was this person. Like him, he was also the cultivation level of the peak martial saint.

However, compared to himself, Yang An has been fighting for a long time and is stronger.

"I don't like this person's eyes!"

The face of Zen Yinwei turned cold and a murderous aura appeared.

"This person is too arrogant and domineering, and has no other intentions to compete with his husband, which is really overestimating his ability."

Yuan Xianger frowned slightly, obviously she didn't like it too.

"It is said that this person once mentioned a couplet in front of the Qingzhou Governor's Office. The first couplet said, "You can do it, you can do it, and it can't do it, and the second couplet said, "You can't do it, you can't do it, and it can't do it!" He was really arrogant and domineering!"

The jade flute in Zen Yinshi's hand raised slightly and sneered.

"Hong Yi"

The champion Hou sat on the horse with a silver spear and pointed it in a diagonal manner: "My husband held Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit was higher than that of a hundred feet. Who has been in history for ten thousand years? He has been trying to be a marquis for three thousand miles."

His voice was word by word, echoing over the entire western mountain:

"It's still this poem, please comment again!"

In his eyes, a strong divine light pierced Hong Yi's eyebrows like a knife.

In the Sanhua Building, Hong Yi used the meaning of "Wu Gou" to belittle the poems of the Shangjun Hou, which was worthless. He did not expect that at this moment, the Shangjun Hou Yinqin pointed his fingers and sang this poem again.

A stream of fortune and the intention of killing gods and destroying Buddhas was slightly shaken by the three of them.

"Oh? You probably think that in this western mountain land, I, Hong Yi, would be afraid of you?"

Under the eyes of champion Hou, Hong Yi's face remained unchanged and his voice was grand: "There has never been a sword like "Wu Gou" in all dynasties. He dares to write poems without distinguishing between straight and straight lines?"

"Whatever you should do!"

Hong Yi shook his light blue long gown and his face was calm.

Compared to his father's strong aura, the boxing intention of Zhou Junhou was not enough to give him a blow.

"Haha! Well, I am worthy of being the son of the national teacher. I hope my hands are better than your verbal skills!"

Champion Hou laughed wildly.

A strong masculine blood came out from his body, and the boiling heat on his head could be seen almost with the naked eye, and the scorched air was about to be twisted.

The whole person flew up from the war horse, swung his spear, and turned into a silver silver dragon, breaking through the air.

It's a physical body flying!

"This is the Tianmang Horn God Armor. Back then, the War God Sang picked the horns of the ancient dragon and trained it with his own essence and blood. He can change and fly as he wants, fly in the air, wade in the water, and stay invaded when he encounters fire!"

In the sky, the champion Hou was full of aura, and his blood was like wolf smoke, rolling in: "Hong Yi, if you leave your father, you are nothing! This Hou is the real pride of heaven!"

"War God Sorrow?"

Hong Yi's heart moved slightly, he took a little while, and suddenly took two steps forward, blocking the two women.

Huhu

Under the howling rifle of the gun wind, Hong Yi felt a little panicked: "Although they are all peak martial saints, the champion Hou's momentum is much stronger than mine."

Zheng!

The silver spear in the champion Hou's palm suddenly became dark as purple, and strange eyes appeared on the gun and rotated.

Weird and terrible!

"The Proud son of God?"

But in an instant, Hong Yi calmed down and was not moved when he heard the words of Champion Hou.

A long sword at his waist suddenly came out of the sheath, slowly moving in the sky, piercing through the whistling wind, and a wisp of cold light rose up, piercing the champion and leaving.

"This is the Shangmang Divine Spear! The gun used by the war god "Shang" three thousand years ago. This gun once pierced the finger of the first sect leader of the Xuantian Pavilion, "Dark Emperor Taoist",! Why does the champion Hou have so many magical tools?"

Zen Yingao frowned and raised the jade flute and was about to take action.

"Silver yarn, no need!"

Yuan Xianger's heart moved and reached out to stop the Zen Yinya.

Zheng!

With a soft sound, the long spear of the champion Hou swung open Hong Yi's sword like a dragon, and whistled straight into Hong Yi's eyebrows.

"The skill of the three-legged cat is really overestimating its ability!"

Champion Hou's eyes were cold and his subordinates were merciless. Even the son of the No. 1 immortal in the world would be killed!

"snort!"

Hong Yi was panicked and unconfused under this shot.

He snorted coldly, moved slightly to the left, avoiding the champion Hou Yishou.

It was the body technique that Gu Shaoshu handed over to Hong Yi, which contained the essence of "Heaven and Man" and had long been transformed by Hong Yi in walking, sitting and lying down.

Although his martial arts are average, his footwork is not comparable to ordinary martial saints.

“Huh?”

The champion Hou was slightly shocked, and the spear in his hand drew an arc like a shadow, continuing to stab Hong Yi straight.

Hong Yi just dodged and occasionally took two swords. Gradually, the panic in the battle gradually dissipated.

For a moment, the two of them moved around for several miles, countless snow flew, and huge rocks cracked, and they actually stood stalemate.

"So brave! How dare you practice with Benhou!"

Champion Hou was furious, and the blue veins leaped straight from his forehead, and a purple light suddenly emitted from the spear.

Above the spear, the hundred strange eyes opened at the same time, and a fist that seemed to be substantial was shot out.

"Water and Fire Two Pole. Two Diamonds!"

The champion Hou roared violently in an instant, and his whole body was filled with blood and an invisible picture formed on the top of his head.

In this picture, there are tragic battles on the ancient battlefield.

At the same time, his gun technique changed and his entire gun body seemed like a divine eye poisonous dragon, spinning violently, and then completely integrated the fist intention of the ancient battlefield into the gun body and gun technique.

The power of the entire "Shangmang Magic Spear" increased exponentially, and it even shone with thousands of purple lights and rolled in.

Puchi! Puchi!

The "Shangmang Magic Spear" with violent rotation and the power surged suddenly pierced Hong Yi's heart.

"So that's it! So that's it!"

After only a moment of fighting, Hong Yi suddenly realized many things.

What my father taught and guided in the past flowed through his mind in an instant and was slowly absorbed by him.

boom!!

Under the mighty intention of champion Hou's fist, Hong Yi raised his sword again and slashed the void with a slanted slash: "Qian Kun Kan Li, Xun Zhen Dui Gen! Yin and Yang flow, and the four seasons rise and fall!"

Hong Yi slashed out with a slanted sword, and the sword energy produced a slight light and turned into a flowing light, faintly revealing a huge Bagua diagram.

puff!

At this time, the face of the champion Hou changed. He felt a thunder in his abdomen, and the aversion was unbearable. He felt a little dizzy. His shooting skills dissipated and he was almost beheaded by Hong Yi's sword!

"ah!"

The champion Hou retreated, and his blood and blood were boiling like wolf smoke:

"The medical skills of Tianming Hall?!"

His face looked ugly, and he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. If it weren't for his self-control and powerful Martial Saint, he would have been fooled on the spot.

The reason why the Heavenly Destiny Hall has become the No. saint place today is not just because of Gu Shaoshang's existence. The strength of medical practice is the most important.

Although disciples of Tianming Hall usually linger in the countryside to treat people's diseases and injuries and rarely fight with others, the strangeness is unimaginable.

"It is the miscellaneous typhoid disease in Tianming Hall!"

Hong Yi's eyes lit up, as if he was talking, as if he was talking to himself.

Any way of practice requires fighting to know the advantages and disadvantages. He has long been caught in a bottleneck in his practice of medicine, and he has not gained anything until he fights with the champion Hou.

Zheng ~

Hong Yi took the initiative to unfold his long sword, strode, raised a sword light in the roar, and slashed away: "Warm disease, fever, damp disease, dry disease, heat injury, cold disease, cold disease, miscellaneous disease!"

Every time he slashed a sword, he would activate a skill, but in an instant, he had already used the eight true energy.

"So what about the Destiny Hall!"

Champion Hou gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, and the armor around him suddenly shattered, revealing a horny armor that looked like black and white, as deep as the pupils of human eyes.
To be continued...