Just when Chen Xuan was on the Siguo Cliff in Huashan Mountain, he met Linghu Chong, who had become crazy and turned into a demon.
Another mountain behind Huashan Mountain.
In the snowy night, a group of four or five people quickly ran up the cliff.
One of the leaders said "Hey" and said in surprise.
"This is Lao Beggar's wine gourd!"
Another companion said tremblingly, "He...he is in Huashan?"
The remaining people were immediately shocked, gathered together, and hurriedly discussed.
The five people discussed for a while, seemed to have made up their minds, and then separated at the same time and hurried down the mountain.
The mountain road was already narrow, so one of the people ran forward a few steps and accidentally stepped on Hong Qigong.
He felt his feet were empty, and couldn't help shouting "ah".
The other four people heard the sound and gathered around. After looking around, they found Hong Qigong lying on the ground, motionless as if he had been dead for a long time.
The five of them were overjoyed. The leading man stretched out his hand to check his nose and found that he was no longer breathing and his body was cold.
Seeing this, the five people cheered and jumped around. They were really a hundred times happier than if they had picked up some rare treasure.
One of them said, "This old beggar chased us brothers all the way and caused us so much misery. I didn't expect that it is our brothers' luck to die here now."
Another person said, "Hong Qigong, a bastard who is so good at martial arts, how could he suddenly die?"
Another person said, "No matter how good your martial arts is, you don't have to die? You don't even think about how old this old beggar is."
The other four people nodded repeatedly, inevitably sighing again.
"Fortunately, King Yama has captured him now, otherwise we would still have difficulty dealing with him."
Another person said, "Come on, let's chop this old beggar into a few blows and vent your anger! Let him be a nine-fingered beggar and a hero, but in the end he will be chopped up into meat by our five hidden heroes!"
The other four people laughed again when they heard this.
Yang Guo, who was hiding behind the blue stone, heard this and thought to himself.
"It turns out that this old man is Hong Qigong, the famous nine-fingered beggar in the world. No wonder his martial arts are so good."
He had heard Xiao Longnu mention Hong Qigong's name and his "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" in a casual conversation. However, even Lin Chaoying didn't know Hong Qigong's appearance and character at that time. Xiao Longnu naturally
Won't know.
Yang Guo was already very grateful to this old man, but when he saw the five ugly men from Tibet trying to cut Hong Qigong into eight pieces, he couldn't help but hold the Jade Bee Needle in his hand.
I secretly thought to myself, "I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat these five people for a while. I can only use hidden weapons to defeat the enemy first, and after repelling three or two people, the rest will be easy to deal with."
Yang Guo had already made a plan and concentrated on taking action.
Then I heard that the five ugly men from Tibet proposed to chop Hong Qigong several times to vent their anger.
Yang Guo was afraid that they would hurt Hong Qigong, so he had no time to concentrate on taking aim at this moment, so he fired the hidden weapon first.
He could only shout loudly, jump out from behind the rock, and shout.
"stop!"
He had no weapons on him, so he could only pick up two branches and use quick moves to stab five people.
These five moves were extremely fast, but it was a pity that he had shouted them earlier, which invisibly reminded the five of them.
The five ugly men on the Tibetan border are already on guard, otherwise at least one or two people will be stabbed by him.
Despite this, the five ugly men on the Tibetan side were also quite embarrassed and hurriedly ran away, barely avoiding the fatal blow.
When the five people came to their senses, they saw that the person who had taken action was just a young man in ragged clothes, holding two pieces of dead wood in his hand, and they were immediately furious.
The leading man shouted, "You brat, are you a little beggar from the Beggar Clan? Your old beggar ancestors have all gone to the West. Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to our five grandfathers to apologize!"
Yang Guo's face was gloomy. He saw the movements of several people dodging just now and had a rough idea of their martial arts.
The five ugly men on the Tibetan side all carry thick-backed swords weighing more than ten or twenty kilograms. It seems that the martial arts methods should have been taught by one person. There are different levels of kung fu, but the routines and moves are quite ordinary.
It's just that the kung fu used by the five people is known for its strength. There is a saying that "one force can defeat ten enemies." If he was fighting alone, Yang Guo was confident that he could defeat his opponent, but if the opponent's five people came to attack together, he could block it.
Can't live.
However, Yang Guo has been wandering around the world since he was a child, and he is not a well-known and upright hero.
Now when I heard the leading man asking me to kowtow, my mind changed and I said.
"Okay, I will kowtow to the five masters now."
While talking, he took the lead and bowed down.
Seeing how obedient this boy was, the five ugly men on the Tibetan border couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Just at the moment when a few people relaxed their vigilance, Yang Guo suddenly jumped up and struck at the five ugly men on the border!
The man standing at the front reacted first and jumped up quickly, dodging the blow.
Yang Guo kicked his feet and rushed forward, almost sticking to the snow. Suddenly, his hands swept across and struck several people's ankles with a series of chops.
Wu Chou was hit in the foot bone, and only heard a few muffled "bang bang" sounds. Although the foot bone was not broken, it was already so painful that he could not stand up.
The other people only reacted after receiving this attack. The four thick-backed single swords whirred in the strong wind and struck at Yang Guo's head!
Yang Guo was very agile and could dodge here and there, so the people couldn't do anything to him for a while.
Yang Guo's Qing Kung was taught by Xiao Longnu, and the Ancient Tomb Sect's Qing Kung and Body Techniques are unparalleled in the martial arts world. They are far superior to the five ugly ones on the Tibetan border. If they really want to escape, it is actually not difficult.
But he missed Hong Qigong and was afraid that once he left, the five ugly men in Tibet would kill him.
But now that there was a real fight, he couldn't defeat the joint attack of five people.
There were a lot of dangerous moves for a while, and he was almost seriously injured.
He knew that he might not be able to escape if the beating continued, so he immediately picked up Hong Qigong's body, slapped someone randomly with his right hand, and then ran away.
With a breath, the internal energy in the inner meridians surged out more than ten feet, barely escaping from the siege of the five ugly men on the Tibetan border.
He just said he was escaping, but he still couldn't escape far while holding Hong Qigong's body.
What's more, at this moment, Yang Guo felt that Hong Qigong's body was cold in his hands, and he was secretly panicking, thinking that no matter how deeply he slept, there was no way he would be unresponsive in this situation. Could he really be dead?
At that moment, Yang Guo tried to shout a few words, "Old Senior, Old Senior!"
Hong Qigong did not move at all, just like a dead corpse, but his body was not stiff yet.
Just after stopping for a moment, the five ugly men from Tibet were already chasing after me.
The mountain road became more and more dangerous. Yang Guo turned a corner and saw that the mountain road ahead was extremely narrow. It was not easy for one person to walk across it.
Beneath the narrow path is an abyss of ten thousand feet, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the bottom of the valley cannot be seen.
At this point, there is no way forward and no way out.
Yang Guo was holding the body of Hong Qigong, seeing that he couldn't escape, he could only sigh.
"Senior Hong, my disciple is really unable to protect your body, so I have no choice but to throw you into a deep valley to protect you from evil people."
While he was talking, Yang Guo held Hong Qigong in his arms, threw him towards the cliff, and then turned around to face the Five Chou from Tibet.
Unexpectedly, he only ran two steps when suddenly a strong gust of wind passed over his head, and a person passed over his head, standing between him and the five ugly men, laughing loudly.
"Hahaha! It's such a great sleep for the old beggar!"
This person is clearly Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered divine beggar.
"Old senior!" Yang Guo was overjoyed.
The five ugly people in Tibet were shocked.
At this time, the five people had already caught up. Hong Qigong drew a semicircle with his left hand and pushed out with a palm of his right hand. This was the charged move of the "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon" that he was most proud of in his life.
The man who rushed to the front had no time to dodge. Even though he knew that this move could not be intercepted head-on, he had no choice but to put his palms together and resist with all his strength.
Hong Qigong was able to move and retract his palms freely, using only 10% of his strength at the moment, but Da Chou already felt numbness in his arms, a tightness in his chest, and almost vomiting blood as his energy and blood surged.
Er Chou saw that something was not right with his boss, and was afraid that he would be knocked down into the deep valley by Hong Qigong's palm, so he hurriedly stretched out his hands to push his vest.
Hong Qigong's palm force slightly strengthened, and Er Chou also leaned back and almost fell down.
Then the other three people saw this and could only form a chain and work together to resist.
Hong Qigong smiled and said, "You five guys have done a lot of evil. Today, I let Lao Jing turn into a palm and shock him to death. I think it is a death and a peaceful rest." The five of them stood still, and their robes and robes were no longer as arrogant as before.
, they tried to resist Hong Qigong with one hand, but they still felt that the pressure was getting heavier and heavier.
Not long after, I felt a tightness in my chest, and it was extremely difficult to take a breath.
At this moment, there was only a "click-click" sound of footsteps on the snow.
Suddenly I saw a strange man with a beard, his hands and feet were upside down, and he was walking with his hands on the ground.
Although he was crazy, this person was extremely fast and he was in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Yang Guo saw this man's weird movements, he knew he was Xidu Ouyang Feng, and he shouted, "Dad!"
Unfortunately, Ouyang Feng didn't seem to hear anything. He jumped behind the five ugly men, stretched out his right foot and pushed on the vest of the last man, and a strong force passed through the five men.
Hong Qigong was shocked when he saw Ouyang Feng suddenly appear. When he heard Yang Guo call him "Dad", he just said, "It turns out that this boy is his son. No wonder his martial arts is so good."
While sighing like this, I felt my hand sink, and the opponent's strength surged, and he hurriedly counterattacked harder.
Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng had never met each other in the past ten years or so since the last sword debate at Mount Huashan.
Although Ouyang Feng was unconscious, he practiced the Nine Yin Manual backwards. The more he practiced the martial arts, the weirder he became, and the weirder and stronger he became.
When Hong Qigong and Guo Jing were trapped on a boat by Ouyang Feng, he heard him recite part of the Sutra, so he learned some martial arts from the Nine Yin Sutra.
The two have been indistinguishable in martial arts for decades, and now they meet again in Huashan. When they compete in martial arts, they are still evenly matched.
The poor Tibetan Five Uglys stood between the two masters of the "Five Ultimate Skills" and became a cushion for trying their moves.
Along with the surge of internal energy, I could feel the bones all over my body rattling. Within a moment, my meridians were severed, and I looked like I was going to die.
The five of them collapsed like mud, and Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were naturally incomparable.
When Ouyang Feng saw this, he turned around and looked sideways at Hong Qigong. He seemed to vaguely recognize him and asked.
"Hey! You are very good at martial arts. What is your name?"
Seeing his confused eyes, Hong Qigong knew that he had never recovered from his madness more than ten years ago, so he smiled.
"My name is Ouyang Feng, what's your name?"
Ouyang Feng was shocked. He felt that the words "Ouyang Feng" were very familiar, but he couldn't remember his name.
"What's my name? What's my name?"
Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You don't even know your own name. Go home and think about it."
Ouyang Feng said angrily: "You must know, tell me quickly!"
Hong Qigong smiled but said nothing, with a mocking look that was half a smile but not a smile.
Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong have been mortal enemies for decades. Although he didn't know why at this time, he naturally became angry when he saw him.
Hong Qigong saw the sudden flash of fierceness in Ouyang Feng's eyes and secretly became on guard.
Sure enough, he heard Ouyang Feng roar and suddenly launched a killing move. He didn't dare to neglect at that moment, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms technique!
With the wind in their laps and the cold ice on their feet, the two of them displayed their unique skills and competed with each other on this narrow path that was only about a foot wide.
On one side is an abyss. If you make a slight mistake, your body will be shattered into pieces. It is even more dangerous than fighting on flat ground.
The two of them were already very old at this time, and although their physical strength was inevitably declining, their martial arts attainments had reached the level of proficiency.
The moves were so profound and profound that they only had more than ten moves, and both of them couldn't help but feel admiration.
Yang Guo on the side saw the two people taking action and hurriedly advised them.
"Senior Hong! Dad! Stop fighting!"
As a junior, he opened his mouth, but of course it was of no use. The two of them paused for a moment, then started fighting more fiercely.
First the moves, then the internal strength competition, the fight lasted until almost dawn.
In the end, both Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng were exhausted and could only retreat.
It was clearly said that both sides would lose, but Hong Qigong said, "Are you convinced now?"
Ouyang Feng said, "What are you going to do? I still have many unparalleled martial arts that I haven't used yet. If I use them all, I will beat you so hard that you don't dare to fight back!"
Hong Qigong laughed loudly and said, "I also have a lot of useless martial arts. Have you heard of the dog beating stick technique of my Beggar Clan?"
Ouyang Feng secretly frowned and thought, "I think I have heard the name Dog Beating Stick Technique before. It seems to be somewhat famous. Could this old guy actually know it?"
It sounds a bit impressive, but Ouyang Feng said arrogantly.
"What's so great about the dog-beating stick method!"
Hong Qigong, who was originally very proud, was suddenly speechless and looked furious.
It's just that he is exhausted now and can't really make a move. At this moment, Yang Guo comes over and asks about the two of them.
Hong Qigong's mind changed and he said, "Good boy, come here. Now that your father is talking about looking down on me, I want you to demonstrate to him the skills of my Beggar Gang's dog-beating stick!"
Without waiting for Yang Guo to speak.
Ouyang Feng on the side said, "Okay, I want to see what you, an old beggar, can do!"
Between these words, he had already regained some of his consciousness.
Yang Guo was not slow in thinking and guessed that Ouyang Feng was building a bridge for him so that Hong Qigong could teach him martial arts.
He hesitated for a moment, thinking that this would mediate the conflict between the two of them, and then nodded and agreed.