Everyone in the Spear Club became angry after hearing Hou Tonghai's words. Wang Sansheng also felt secretly resentful, but he knew that if he took action and all of his more than 200 masters went into battle, he might not be the opponent of Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.
Even after repelling Hou Tonghai and others, there is still the Yellow River Dragon King Sha Tongtian. It is said that this old man Sha Tongtian became famous twenty years ago and is now famous in several northern provinces. It is really not easy to deal with.
The chief helmsman of the Spear Club is also an old Jianghu. He threw down his spear and bowed to the ground as soon as he thought.
With a smile on his face, he pulled the tiger skin and said: "Master Hou, your Yellow River Gang has always operated in Henan, Hebei and other places. If you want to come to Shaanxi, it is not impossible, but our Spear Club has always served the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect.
Although walking characters are nothing compared to you, you have never said hello to the Quanzhen Taoist priests.
If we admit defeat, the Taoist priests will be very angry if they find out, wouldn't it be a bad thing if the relationship between the Quanzhen Sect and your Yellow River Gang is damaged?"
Having said this, Wang Sansheng paused, and seeing Hou Tonghai's expression unmoving, he continued: "Fortunately, we were not able to harm the safety of your four nephews. It is the Fourth Master Qian who has some skin injuries, so we will naturally
He needs to ask a famous doctor to treat him and then offer him a gift to compensate him.
More than a dozen of our spearmen have been lost to your four nephews. In all, we are still at a disadvantage. How about Wang hosting a banquet for the five of you, and let's decide on the ownership of Tongguan and other places?"
Hou Tonghai snorted coldly and said: "Don't scare me by bringing out the Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect. Hasn't Wang Chongyang, the best martial artist in the world, been dead for more than ten years? Although Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, the disciple of this old Taoist priest, are quite famous.
, but it may not be as good as my senior brother King Shalon."
At this point, Hou Tonghai also knew that it was near Zhongnan Mountain after all, and the fourth nephew was injured, so he didn't want to cause trouble, so he said: "Just draw a line and let's discuss the rules."
After saying this, Wang Sansheng breathed a sigh of relief, but the four ghosts of the Yellow River were very dissatisfied. When Hou Tonghai saw this, he felt unhappy knowing that the four nephews had suffered a loss. In addition, he had somewhat lost the face of his own Yellow River Gang by saying this.
It seemed that he was really afraid of the Quanzhen Sect's reputation, so he looked at Lin Qingxuan who was still sitting on the chair by the window and watching him and others.
"Wuna Taoist, are you a Quanzhen sect? What's your name?"
When Lin Qingxuan saw that everyone was looking at him, he was not afraid of the stage. He started to say: "Pindao is just a little Taoist boy of the Quanzhen Sect, let alone a disciple of the seven real people. His humble name is not worth mentioning."
Wang Sansheng and others had noticed Lin Qingxuan a long time ago and were hoping that he would be a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect so that they could scare off Hou Tonghai and others. However, they were very disappointed when they learned that Lin Qingxuan was just an ordinary Taoist priest.
However, Wang Sansheng was not discouraged. He took a step forward and said politely: "Taoist Master, even the mighty dragons of the Yellow River Gang can't overpower the local snakes. Our Shaanxi Wulin is not afraid of him, and we don't need your Quanzhen Sect to take action. Wait for us in three months."
Stop arguing with them!"
Lin Qingxuan looked at Wang Sansheng silently with a smile on his face, understanding that his intention with these words was to scare Hou Tonghai away by pulling on the tiger's skin, and at the same time he also wanted to involve the Quanzhen Sect.
Hou Tonghai lowered his head and asked the four apprentice nephews. He knew that the little Taoist priest had been there from the time they started to take action until now, and his senior teachers had not been seen. In addition, he himself said that he was just a little Taoist priest who had no disciples in the Quanzhen Sect, so he knew
Most of them came out on their own, let alone the true disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.
Immediately relieved, he grinned and shouted: "You, Changqiang, do you want the Quanzhen Sect to stand up for you? Hey, our Huanghe Gang is not afraid of the Quanzhen Sect's reputation. Little Taoist, just consider yourself unlucky today, Lao Hou will give you a pair
Recruit, so that you, the Quanzhen Sect, will know that the Yellow River Gang is not afraid of you!"
Hou Tonghai was determined to use Lin Qingxuan as a prestige, and of course he also determined that Lin Qingxuan was not a disciple of the Quanzhen Seventh Son. After all, no one dared to deny that he was a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. Since the little Taoist priest said that he was not a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, he should take it seriously.
He rambled that if he destroyed his eyes, even if he killed this little Taoist priest, the Quanzhen Sect would not come to seek revenge.
Hou Tonghai shouted loudly and rushed to Lin Qingxuan. He grabbed Lin Qingxuan's face with his right hand. His five fingers were fierce and windy. It was obviously a very skillful claw move.
Lin Qingxuan knew that things were going to be difficult since the spear meeting just now involved him. He was most likely going to have a fight with the Yellow River Gang, so he was always on guard. Hou Tonghai shouted and took action. Lin Qingxuan had already used Quanzhen Qinggong.
He used his body skills to dodge, then waved his sleeves and punched out.
As soon as Hou Tonghai missed the catch, he knew that the little Taoist priest in front of him was not weak in martial arts. He cursed the little bastard for talking nonsense, and then punched out with his right hand.
Lin Qingxuan and Hou Tonghai punched each other and each took a step back. However, Hou Tonghai took a step back in surprise and shouted: "The little Taoist is so handsome in Kung Fu. Your master must be Qiu Chuji!"
Lin Qingxuan took a step back and swayed. If his foundation was not solid, he would have taken another step back. After one punch, he knew that his internal strength was much weaker than Hou Tonghai's, and the back of his hand was sore, and his punching power was not as good.
, if the fight continues, he will never be Hou Tonghai’s opponent.
Turning to look at Wang Sansheng, Lin Qingxuan asked: "Master Wang, can I borrow the sword?"
Wang Sansheng was carrying a two-foot-four-inch dagger on his waist. He originally used it to defend himself against strong enemies who were surrounded by spears. When Lin Qingxuan asked for it, he took off the sheath and threw it away.
"If the Taoist priest wants to use it, what borrowed word can he use?"
Lin Qingxuan took the dagger and pulled it out immediately. When he saw the coldness of the blade and the light could tell, he praised: "What a sword!"
Hou Tonghai and Lin Qingxuan tried a move. Although they knew that this little Taoist priest's skills were still weak and he would definitely not be his match in action, seeing that he was only twelve or thirteen years old but had such skills, he must be a member of the Quanzhen sect.
The top figure among the three generations of disciples was not sure how to deal with it for a moment.
Seeing that he ignored her, Hou Tonghai opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Little Taoist, your Lord is asking you a question!"
After shouting loudly, Hou Tonghai saw that the little Taoist priest was still looking at the sword in his hand. Hou Tonghai was so angry that he didn't care about the Quanzhen disciples. He turned around, pulled out the steel fork from the floor and pointed it towards Lin Qingxuan's chest.
This move of Yasha's exploration of the sea is very useful. No matter whether the enemy is hiding or blocking, there are more than a dozen back moves waiting for him.
Lin Qingxuan has never had a chance to show off his martial arts skills since he learned Quanzhen Xuanmen. Hou Tonghai's skills are much more advanced than his own, but his martial arts are not as good as Quanzhen's martial arts, so he can be his test sword.
Lin Qingxuan's Qinggong and body skills were several times better than Hou Tonghai's. He avoided a cross in the chest with just a turn of his feet. When Hou Tonghai changed his move, he also used Quanzhen swordsmanship to resist with the dagger in his hand.
Lin Qingxuan's dagger is much shorter than an ordinary sword, but the blade is sharp, and it can be used back and forth.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed seven or eight moves. The more Lin Qingxuan tried, the more confident he became. He knew that Quanzhen's swordsmanship was rigorous and steady. If Hou Tonghai defended his position tightly, he would definitely not be able to attack three feet in front of him.
After fighting for more than ten moves, Hou Tonghai saw that the young Taoist's swordsmanship was superb and he looked like a famous master, so he knew that he would not be able to defeat him in a short time.
However, he is a well-known person in the world who has been famous for a long time, but this person is just a fledgling, fresh-faced little bastard. If the fight lasts for a long time, even if he wins in the end, he will be in great embarrassment.
Hou Tonghai screamed angrily when he thought of this, and the steel fork in his hand became more and more sharp. He just wanted to open a few bloody holes in Lin Qingxuan's body immediately.