Yang Yifei clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone, that's all about gossip. This game has been over. You basically haven't taken much action and are still in full swing. How about it? But we have to decide the second place in the world?"

Everyone's hearts moved. Although Yang Yifei won the world's number one and inherited the title of Chinese supernatural power, he was not an ordinary person. They could not even get through a single move when they competed with him. This competition was meaningless to them and did not play any role in verifying their own martial arts.

Only when they fight can it be considered a competition between mortals. Yang Yifei is too strong, so strong that he is no longer on the same level as them. It is still an unknown number between them!

Master Yideng said: "I am an idle man from the country. How dare I compete with the heroes of the world again? Today I am here to resolve a grievance that has been entangled for twenty years. Now... Alas, it's over."

"Mr. Yang's kindness is very grateful for my advice today. I will repay you in the future. Now I will say goodbye first. Everyone, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be a time for you later."

After saying that, he bowed to everyone and turned around and headed down the mountain road. The four disciples bowed to Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi in turn, then bowed to Yang Yifei and followed the master.

Half of people were gone to the top of Mount Hua at once, Yang Yifei smiled and said, "Okay, now only Master Huangdao and Master Hong Gang are left. Of course, there are old naughty boys. Your martial arts are not below the Five Great Masters."

"How is it? Ouyang Feng is dead, and there is one more person missing from the Five Ancestors. Do you want to compete for the second place in the world and get the title of "Western Boy" to have fun?"

"Xi Tong? Hey, it seems a bit interesting." Zhou Botong said excitedly.

Master Yideng may still feel a little uncomfortable when he is, but now Master Yideng has left, his nature will immediately revive.

However, after saying this, he seemed to remember something, turned to look at Yinggu, shyly and said embarrassedly, "Yinggu, are you okay?"

Yinggu looked at him foolishly, smiled after hearing this, and said softly: "It's good that you're happy."

Although Yinggu's hair is gray, it is due to excessive sadness, not old age. She is actually less than forty years old now, with a clear and beautiful face. Although her forehead is full of wrinkles due to her frequent frowns, her cheeks are like cream, quite white and tender.

If you wash and dress up well, even Yinggu's appearance is good now, and you can't even use the charm. It should be that the charm is in full swing, and Zhou Botong is lucky, this old funny guy.

Moreover, at Yinggu's age, if Zhou Botong is so powerful, he may not be able to have another baby.

Seeing Yinggu supporting him, Zhou Botong was very happy. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward carelessly and said, "Come on, who will you play a few tricks with my old naughty boy first?"

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Shame, the old beggar is different from Master Yideng. The older you are, the more competitive you are, the more you are. Speaking of which, you have fought with Huang Laoxie many times, but the old beggar hasn't fought with you well yet!"

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "Old Beggar, you delayed two years of hard work after being injured. I am afraid that you may not be the opponent of the old naughty boy now."

Hong Qigong said wildly: "Is it because my opponent has fought before I know, old naughty boy, I'm here now! Take the call!"

After saying that, he inserted the dog-beating stick to the ground, waved his palms, and took a "sudden" shot at the old naughty boy. The old naughty boy took his hands empty, so he naturally didn't want to take advantage.

The old naughty boy screamed and greeted him without showing any weakness. The two of them fought together, and the real Huashan sword contest was officially begun.

Yang Yifei focused his attention and watched. The Dragon Subduing Palm is different from the Iron Palm. Although it is also the most yang and strong palm technique, the Iron Palm pursues the ultimate strength, so it is easily restrained by the most yin and soft martial arts.

However, the most exquisite convenience of the Dragon Subduing Palm lies in the use of true qi. The palm power is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes swallowing and sometimes spitting, and the most soft and wonderful function can be produced from the most rigid.

This is exactly where the Dragon Subduing Palm is stronger than the Iron Palm in its realm. It has reached the state of yin growth of the Yang and yin in its hardness, and Zhou Botong's Kongming Fist cannot restrain the Dragon Subduing Palm as it is to restrain the Iron Palm.

But Zhou Botong is a lie, and he cannot be judged by common sense. He used to create a technique of fighting with both left and right, just to find fun and relieve himself.

But after Huang Rong, who was extremely smart, he had already learned to use his hands to attack the enemy with different moves. In this way, if the person who fought with him was fighting with two masters of the same level and who cooperated with the extremely tacit understanding, Zhou Botong would naturally take advantage.

Any martial arts that use strength changes as the main way to attack the enemy usually have one common weakness, that is, it consumes a lot of power.

When Hong Qigong fought with Zhou Botong, Chufan was able to fight back and forth with his rich experience, but he could only fight for three hundred moves. Although he could still keep up with the moves, his true energy gradually became weak.

Yinggu was so happy when she saw Zhou Botong gradually gaining the upper hand. She was a martial arts woman, otherwise she would not have had any interaction with Zhou Botong at the beginning, so she fell in love with him. She was naturally very happy to see her man's martial arts skills.

In the end, Hong Qigong was defeated because of excessive consumption of his skills. Zhou Botong shouted: "It doesn't count, you don't use the dog-beating stick technique. I won't win. This game doesn't count. When you recover your skills, we can fight again."

"Hahahaha... Old naughty boy, you are really open-minded. With your nature, you will be willing to give up the disadvantage and there is no need to fight! You are indeed better than Old beggar now, but the next time you are fighting for swordsmanship is not necessarily the case."

Hong Qigong laughed freely and then panted heavily to the long chair beside him. Zhou Botong laughed and did not bother him.

He looked at Huang Yaoshi and winked and said, "Huang Laoxie, it's your turn. My martial arts skills were not as good as you back then. I was trapped on Taohua Island for many years. Now it's different from the past!"

Huang Yaoshi laughed and shook his head and said, "You have been fighting with the old beggar for so long. Although you are not exhausted, you are still very tired. How can Huang get this cheap? You should support your strength and wait until you recover, and we will fight again."

Seeing this, Yang Yifei smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case, we might as well have breakfast first, so that we can recover our strength faster."

Hong Qigong and Guo Jing and Huang Rong's eyes lit up, and they rushed to the long dining table, looking at Yang Yifei with a burning look. The food he brought out made them feel endless aftertaste.

Yang Yifei would never let them down. He walked to the dining table, waved his hand, and all kinds of delicious breakfasts appeared on the dining table.

There are skin egg lean meat porridge, longan, lotus seeds and eight treasure porridge, fresh soy milk, small dumplings, soup dumplings, roasted rice dumplings, steamed dumplings, pot-kicks, etc., which include delicious snacks from all over the world.

Looking at the table of food, everyone suddenly moved their index fingers, and soon, the sound of drinking porridge sounded from the top of Mount Hua.
Chapter completed!