Hearing that Nangong Haotian actually compared the master of Shizhai to a dog, the crowd in the audience burst into laughter, and the master of Shizhai also felt red-faced and wanted to trample Nangong Haotian to death.
But he knew that if he really went down, he would not trample Nangong Haotian to death, but Nangong Haotian would trample him to death.
At this moment, the owner of Ouyang Village, the old owner of Ouyang Village, stood up suddenly and said: "Since everyone is so polite, I would like to have a few moves with this little brother first..."
Seeing that someone finally came on stage, nearly ten thousand heroes cheered like thunder. The sound was so loud that it soared into the sky. Even Nangong Haotian, who had always been calm, felt his blood boiling. This is what he should have at his age.
Arrogant, instead of being smooth and calm like before.
After Nangong Haotian pointed at the master of the village, he turned around and found that the skinny and shriveled body of the old village master Ouyang had already flown over.
When Master Shizhai saw someone dying for him, he immediately collapsed and sat down on the chair. He decided to leave later and never stay here again.
As soon as Villa Master Ouyang landed on the ring, he looked at Nangong Haotian with piercing eyes and said stably: "Brother, you have lived in Wuyi Villa for these years, but this is the first time we meet..."
When Nangong Haotian saw that the other party did not clasp his fists, he gave up his plan to surrender. Moreover, when he watched the meeting in the side hall yesterday, he heard several people say: This old village owner has always been pretentious and thinks that he is invincible.
"Old Master, I'm very sorry. Although I have the right to enter Wuyi Mountain Villa, demolish Wuyi Mountain Villa, and even set fire to Wuyi Mountain Villa, I have never lived in it for a day." Nangong Haotian patted the dust on his body and said calmly.
He said without even looking at Master Ouyang.
Old Villa Master Ouyang said: "Of course, you are the young master of Wuyi Villa, you have the right to destroy it, but we have not met until today, so we are destined at last."
Nangong Haotian also imitated his words, nodded slightly and said: "That's natural, ape droppings will always appear, right?"
"Brother, since you don't want to reveal your surname and sect to the world, I don't need to ask anymore."
Nangong Haotian smiled and said: "It's best like this."
"Brother, please tell me why you don't want to tell me where you came from?"
"As I said before this afternoon, I have completely lost my memory before the second half of the year..."
As soon as Nangong Haotian finished speaking, Ouyang Laozhuang glared and shouted angrily: "Nonsense, your demeanor, eyes and excuses show that you are an intelligent and normal person, and you clearly intend to be stubborn and deceive, and fool the Southeast Group.
Hao."
"Oh, really? I wonder where the old gentleman learned from it? Is he the legendary fortune teller or some kind of charlatan who makes a living by deceiving people?"
Nangong Haotian looked at Master Ouyang and asked with a faint smile: "Old Master, do you come to the stage just to fight for hegemony, or are you just here to quarrel with me? If you want to use your so-called speculation to provoke this kid and Southeast
Regarding the relationship between martial arts heroes, I think everyone has sharp eyes, and they won’t be able to distinguish right from wrong just because of the words of an old man who has half of his body in the coffin!"
"Hahaha, it's so funny. This boy is not only young, but also powerful. He also has a sense of humor. It's so funny!" Someone laughed, but few people around him agreed.
When Shangguan Xiaowan and Liu Qianwen saw Nangong Haotian talking like this, their expressions suddenly changed. They wanted to rush forward to defend Nangong Haotian, but seeing Nangong Haotian's calm look, they held back.
"You—" Villa Master Ouyang maintained that he was highly virtuous and had never been spoken to like this before. He was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared at Nangong Haotian, but Nangong Haotian didn't even look at him, which made him even more angry.
Want to kill someone.
Holding back the anger in his heart, Old Manor Ouyang glared and said, "Boy, don't be too cruel with your mouth!"
"Then it depends on who you are dealing with. If you respect me a foot, I will respect you a foot!" Nangong Haotian said solemnly: "Please ask the old owner to take action first, otherwise you will have to say that you don't know how to respect your elders.
Love your children!"
Master Ouyang focused his eyes on Nangong Haotian, stretched his right hand back and said, "Bring me my three-section stick."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the colorful shed on the left responded. A middle-aged man flew over from where the figure was. He held a three-section stick in both hands and sent it directly to the right hand of Master Ouyang.
Without even looking at it, Master Ouyang stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the stick. With a whistling sound, he first made a ball of stick shadows and silver flowers. His old eyes kept staring at Nangong Haotian's face, conscious of what he had revealed.
This majestic move and the bastard spirit displayed by him will definitely make Nangong Haotian quit the ring competition.
Nangong Haotian looked calm, smiled calmly, and looked at him playing with admiration, but his eyes looked like he was watching a monkey playing again.
After Master Ouyang finished playing, he felt that the man who brought the stick had retreated, so he looked at Nangong Haotian and asked in a deep voice: "Why don't you withdraw your sword?"
Nangong Haotian said calmly: "I don't want to kill anyone, so why should I withdraw my sword? Could it be that the old man has had enough life and wants to bury the other half of his body as soon as possible?"
When Master Ouyang heard this, he became furious and trembled all over: "You said you can kill me? You said you can kill me?"
Nangong Haotian was worried that Master Ouyang had accidentally contracted epilepsy, so he quickly said: "I didn't say that."
Master Ouyang was so angry that he raised his hand and pointed at the cloth-covered sword standing next to Gong Haotian, and asked angrily: "Then why don't you withdraw the sword?"
Nangong Haotian also lowered his head and looked at it, then smiled and said: "Old owner, can you see that it is wrapped in cloth?"
Villa Master Ouyang was indeed a little confused. Seeing Nangong Haotian's suggestion, he also asked: "What is that for?"
"Because it's just decoration, there's no need for it." Nangong Haotian held it in for a long time before he said this.
The owner of Ouyang Village, who had always been self-proclaimed, how could he accept such ridicule in public? He shouted loudly: "What an arrogant boy, I want you to use it today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Ouyang flashed forward with a three-section stick in his hand. With a continuous whistling sound, one stick after another hit Nangong Haotian from left to right and in front of him.
Nangong Haotian smiled faintly, but there was no carelessness in his heart. He quickly displayed his body skills, dodged left and right, advanced and retreated like the wind, sometimes flying around, sometimes flying into the air.
In an instant, the shadows of people and sticks flashed with silver flowers, and it was no longer clear who was who. The two of them instantly fought together, with only the sound of the three-section stick and the sound of applause.
At this time, the group of heroes who had been silent for a long time suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.
"Bang bang bang——"
After a few loud noises, Nangong Haotian was accidentally hit in the arm by Master Ouyang. However, what surprised Master Ouyang was that Nangong Haotian acted as if nothing was wrong, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster.
Nangong Haotian was really angry. He didn't want to use his strongest strength at first, but the owner of the village Ouyang bullied others too much and even attacked him when he was free. But it didn't matter anymore, he was already angry.
The Waste Transformation Technique reached its limit, and the power of chaos surged through his veins. Nangong Haotian felt a burst of unparalleled strength and momentum surge out.
Villa Master Ouyang also seemed to be a little frightened. Before Nangong Haotian could make a move, he had already used his killing move to attack. Both of them seemed to have unleashed their true fire. Nangong Haotian moved with all his strength. Villa Master Ouyang
Resist vigorously.
"Boom boom boom——"
In the blink of an eye, more than thirty moves were fought, and a lot of marks were added to both of their bodies. Master Ouyang had been stepped on countless times by Nangong Haotian, and Nangong Haotian also blocked a few of Master Ouyang's steps.
stick.
The two were inseparable for a while. The speed on the stage was extremely fast, and their figures were almost invisible. Only waves of confused figures could be seen, with countless attacks and coordinated advances and retreats.
"drink--"
Nangong Haotian shouted loudly, and the power of chaos surged into his hands. He clenched his fist and punched forward, as if the air had been squeezed out, making bursts of harsh sonic boom sounds.
Master Ouyang didn't give in at all. The three-section stick in his hand was like a strike from the sky, crossing the sky and heading straight for Nangong Haotian's head.
"snort!"
Nangong Haotian quickly changed his moves and blocked it with his arm filled with infinite power of chaos. He said it for a long time, but in fact it happened in an instant.
In just a short moment, the two of them had exchanged more than fifty moves, but there was still no winner. At this moment, there was only a sound of shouting, and a three-section stick flew straight out and flew towards the outside of the temple.
The stick figures on the stage suddenly became condensed, the figures also separated, and the nearly ten thousand heroes in the audience also fell silent, waiting for the result of the game.
The smoke and dust fell, and the bodies of Nangong Haotian and the owner of Ouyang Village were exposed. Nangong Haotian was not red in the face, breathless, and stood on the stage with a calm expression, but the old owner of Ouyang Village was so angry that his face was pale and his body was full of anger.
Trembling, he stared at Nangong Haotian speechless for a long time.
Nangong Haotian spread his hands and said with a smile: "Old owner, you didn't win, and I didn't lose either. It's just that your three-section stick is too slippery, and you can't seem to be able to hold it firmly..."
Hearing this, the crowd in the audience burst into laughter. The words in Nangong Haotian's words made them unable to stop even if they wanted to. They felt that this Southeast Martial Arts Conference was really not in vain. In just one day,
, not only did I see the most exciting battle, but I also had such a good time that I would have no regrets even if I didn't compete for the dominance of the martial arts world.
Owner Ouyang was so angry that he stamped his feet, snorted, turned around and jumped towards the colorful shed.
Just as Master Ouyang was walking up and down the booth, a scream suddenly sounded from the right booth, "Let me see how good you are."
The heroes hurriedly followed the source of the sound, turned around and saw a pale yellow shadow rising into the sky and falling lightly towards the center of the ring.
When nearly ten thousand heroes saw this graceful Qinggong and body skills, they drank loudly.
Nangong Haotian didn't need to look carefully to know that it was the female valley owner of Brown Stone Valley, a beautiful girl in light yellow clothes - Wei Xiaoying.
Wei Xiaoying's body was graceful, she landed on the ring, turned her wrist, and with a choking sound, the cold light was like lightning, and a dazzling sword with flowers was already lying in front of her.
Then, he pointed the slender finger of his left hand towards Gong Haotian, and shouted angrily: "Do you want to withdraw your sword?"