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Chapter 11: The Feast of Heaven and Earth

Seeing that these two guys were arrogant and dull, Yang Yifei couldn't help but roll his eyes, too lazy to care about the awkwardness between their little couples.

He turned to Ouyang Feng, controlled him to fly back into the cliff, then let him go, and said, "I will give you a chance. When the sword contest in Huashan will be held tomorrow, I will fight alone with you, the East Evil, West, and South Emperor, and North Beggar."

"If you can defeat me, I will spare your life, otherwise I will kill you to eliminate the harm to the martial arts world."

Ouyang Feng was shocked at this moment, and he couldn't help but say angrily when he heard this: "Who will use that magic trick? Who is your opponent?"

Yang Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I said that it is an immortal technique, not a demon technique. If you say it wrong again, I will remove one of your legs first and turn you into a lame toad."

Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, "No matter whether it is a fairy or a monster, I can't break it, and they can't break it either. If you want to kill, you will kill it. There is no need to do those fake moves. If you kill us, you will naturally be the best in the world."

Yang Yifei sneered: "I know you are using the provocation method, but I am still inspired by you this time. I can avoid that immortal method and fight with you with real kung fu."

Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with a gleam and he said, "This is what you said."

Yang Yifei nodded and said, "I said that."

Ouyang Feng shouted, "Okay, I will be there at noon tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away. When he passed by the big rock, he saw Qiu Chuji. He just glared at him, but there was no trace of it.

Yang Yifei turned around and looked at the couple who were still awkward there, and said helplessly: "Brother Guo, please coax your lover slowly! I'll go to the top of Mount Hua first."

After hearing this, Guo Jing hurriedly clasped his fists to Yang Yifei and bowed deeply, saying, "I haven't thanked Brother Yang to rescue Rong'er."

Yang Yifei waved his hand and smiled, "No need to say thank you, don't forget what you promised me."

Guo Jing said seriously: "I will never forget you. Even if Brother Yang wants to live, he can come and take it away at any time."

Yang Yifei burst into laughter and said, "What do I want your life?"

After saying that, he ignored Guo Jing, pinched his sword's finger, and stroked obliquely to the upper right. The bronze sword behind him left the sheath with a clang, hovering in the air, and then floated in front of Yang Yi.

He jumped onto the sword, stood firmly, pointed the sword, and held him quickly to the top of Mount Hua, and in a blink of an eye it went far away.

Huang Rong was stunned throughout the whole process. Guo Jing stood beside her and stared at the mountain blankly, saying, "It's incredible, right? When I saw it just now, I was also incredible. I didn't expect that there were really top-notch gods in this world."

Huang Rong came to her senses, snorted coldly, turned around and left. Seeing this, Guo Jing immediately followed her step by step.

Qiu Chuji turned out from behind the big stone, looked at the backs of the two people, shook their heads with a wry smile, then turned to look in the direction where Yang Yifei left, and said to himself: "Flying with the sword, he is indeed a sword immortal, a true sword immortal..."

...

"Master...Master...Look at the sky."

Somewhere in the mountain, a monk and four lay people were going up the mountain. One of the scholars dressed in a dressed man suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed.

The monk and the other three raised their heads and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. In the sky and the sun, they saw one of them stepping on a long sword and passing by.

The monk was wearing a coarse monk's robe, with two long white eyebrows hanging from the corners of his eyes, with kind eyebrows. At this moment, his eyes were full of surprise, "Is this... a sword immortal?"

Another place, an old man who looked like a beggar was also staring at the air in a daze, muttering: "Are you drunk too much in the old beggar? This is a ghost in broad daylight... Oh, have you seen a god?"

He had a rectangular face, whiskers under his chin, thick hands and feet, and his clothes were covered with nails, but they were washed clean. He held a green bamboo stick in his hand, which was as bright as jade, and a large gourd with vermilion paint on his back.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly used his light skills and rushed towards the mountain.

But Yang Yifei went up from the mountainside with his sword, and his speed was not fast. He also noticed several human traces from the sky. They went up the mountain from different directions, two or three miles apart from each other.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After a moment, he reached the top of Mount Hua, and sure enough, no one had arrived yet.

The so-called top of Mount Hua refers to the southern peak of Mount Hua. The pine forests in the mountains are splendid for several miles, mixed with cypresses, and thick shade is lingering on the ground.

On the south side of the peak is a thousand-foot cliff, standing upright like a cut, and is surrounded by a deep valley, separated from Sangong Mountain and Sanfeng Mountain.

The South Peak consists of one peak and two tops, one on the east side is called Songhui Peak, and the other on the west side is called Luoyan Peak. It is also said that the South Peak consists of three tops, and Xiaozi Peak, which is west of Luoyan Peak, is also included. In this way, Luoyan Peak is the highest in the middle and Songhui Peak is located in the east.

Songhui Peak is slightly lower than Luoyan Peak, but the area is larger than Luoyan Peak. The Huashan Sword Competition has always been held here.

After Yang Yifei arrived, he smiled and waved his hand to put out a long table on a lawn. Then he spent 20 points to buy the Manhan full-chested meal set, and 108 dishes were placed on the long table in a long row.

Normally, Hong Qigong and Master Yideng would probably find a place to rest in the mountains and wait until they go to the top of Mount Hua to conduct a sword contest tomorrow, but he believed that after seeing his flying figure with his sword, they would definitely be unable to hold back and go up the mountain immediately.

With their lightness skills, if they can get here in less than 5 minutes if they have to travel, they are not afraid that the food will be cold and affect the taste.

In addition to the Manhan full chess, Yang Yifei also bought a few bottles of Moutai and placed them on the table. This system mall is quite interesting. It not only sells real wine, but also fake wine. Real Moutai is 1 point per bottle and fake Moutai is 1 point per box. As long as it is something in the world, the system mall will sell it.

Yang Yifei walked by the long table with chopsticks in one hand and porcelain spoon in the other. He picked up a chopstick here and a spoonful of soup there, and enjoyed himself.

The first Hong Qigong who came up saw this scene. He looked confused and stared at the table of dishes in a daze. He smelled the various fragrances emitted from the air, especially the aroma of wine, which made his hands tremble.

The index finger of his right hand had been cut off by him, but at this time the index finger of his left hand kept trembling. This was the serious index finger.

However, although Hong Qigong was delicious, he was not a rude person. Besides, Yang Yifei was not like an ordinary person and did not know his temper. Naturally, he would not rashly play "no matters" in any way.

He resisted the temptation of delicious food and wine, strode to the long table, and asked Yang Yifei, who was eating and drinking on his own, and said with a smile: "Young master, I'm so famous to see this table of dishes. I wonder where it comes from?"

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "This is called the Tiangang Disha Banquet. There are 108 dishes in total, covering the most representative dishes of all ethnic groups in the world. The 108 dishes have 108 flavors, and there is no repetition."

"Guru"
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