Huashan has always been said that "the most dangerous mountain in the world is the most dangerous one."

Today, on the top of Mount Hua, there will be a battle for the Nine Yin Scriptures that shocked the world.

When Wang Zhenting, Wang Chongyang, Zhou Botong and his three brothers climbed to the top of Mount Hua, there was already someone there.

The northern beggar Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong had a rectangular face, a slight whisker under his chin, thick hands and feet, and his clothes were covered with nails, but they were washed cleanly. He was holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, which was as bright as jade. It was the beggar's sect's dog-beating stick.

At this time, Hong Qigong was holding his gourd and filling the wine bit by bit, which seemed very comfortable.

Seeing Wang Zhenting and the other two coming together, Hong Qigong was slightly stunned, then smiled brightly and said, "Zhengren Wang, you have come too early!"

Wang Chongyang smiled slightly and said, "It's not too early! It's just right!"

Hong Qigong stood up from the ground, patted the gray on his butt casually, glanced at Wang Zhenting and Zhou Botong, and asked, "I wonder if these two are?"

"These are my two junior brothers, the second junior brother Zhou Botong, and the younger junior brother Wang Zhenting."

Zhou Botong bowed his hand and said with a smile: "Be polite, be polite!"

Hong Qigong hugged him, looked at Wang Zhenting and suddenly smiled, saying, "This person seems to have heard the middle-aged man!"

As he said that, Hong Qigong shook the wine gourd in his hand.

Wang Zhenting smiled slightly and said, "Gangmaster Hong, should I drink together that day?"

Hong Qigong's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Okay! OK!"

"But I don't have the money to pay!"

Wang Zhenting smiled and said, "That will make Gang Hong lose money!"

"Haha!" Hong Qigong smiled, handed the gourd over and said, "Try it?"

Wang Zhenting took it, took a sip, and it felt like flames were burning in his mouth. He swallowed it in one gulp, as if his whole body was burning.

"Exciting!" Wang Zhenting praised.

Zhou Botong snatched it and said, "I'll try it!"

"Gurl!"

"puff!"

As soon as he drank it into his mouth, Zhou Botong squirted out in one sip, slapped his mouth, and kept shouting: "Spicy! Spicy! Spicy so spicy!"

He threw it to Hong Qigong and said angrily: "It's delicious there!"

"Ha ha!"

Wang Zhenting and the other two looked at each other and smiled.

Just as the four of them were having a happy conversation, a sharp figure floated over.

Western poison Ouyang Feng.

Looking at the four people who were having fun talking together, Ouyang Feng's eyes turned cold, he snorted lightly, and he flashed to the side alone.

Seeing this, Hong Qigong smiled and said, "Brother Ouyang, it seems that you have prepared very well!"

As soon as he raised his eyelids, Ouyang Feng said coldly: "I am determined to win the Nine Yin Scriptures!"

"I am determined to win?" Zhou Botong laughed and said, "It is not up to you to decide whether to win or not!"

With a sneer, Ouyang Feng slowly closed his eyes and began to adjust his breathing.

He wants to adjust himself to his best condition, even if he is a little bit short of it.

"Hey!" Hong Qigong shook his head, drank a sip of wine, bowed to Wang Zhenting and the other two, and sat aside, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Naturally, he also liked this competition, after all, there was no second in martial arts.

After a moment, the two figures arrived quietly regardless of order.

Huang Yaoshi of the East Evil, Duan Zhixing of the South.

Huang Yaoshi was still wearing white clothes, but he looked a lot thinner. It seemed that the departure of the Saint of the Jin Kingdom had a great impact on him, while Duan Zhixing's clothes were much more high-profile.

Even when I came to the competition, I wore a yellow robe, showing my noble identity and full of grace and luxury.

Now he is not yet a monk who will become a monk in the future, but he is still the lord of a country and the lord of Dali, the southern country.

"Zhenting!" Huang Yaoshi squeezed out a smile at Wang Zhenting, then turned around and said, "Gangmaster Hong! Zhenren Wang!"

Everyone nodded at him.

Duan Zhixing swept over everyone and said, "Since you're all here, let's start!"

"Wait!" Wang Chongyang stood among the crowd and said, "I have something to say."

"Now you have something to say?" Ouyang Feng sneered and said, "Are you afraid? Or do you regret the competition and want to take over the Nine Yin Scriptures alone!?"

Among these people, he is the most obsessed with the world's number one and has the greatest desire for the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Wang Chongyang glanced at Ouyang Feng and said calmly: "I can never do this by swallowing the Nine Yin Scriptures."

"What I want to say is that today's Huashan Sword Competition, I want my junior brother to take a few tricks on my behalf."

As he said that, his body moved, and Wang Zhenting who was beside him said, "This is my junior brother, Wang Zhenting."

After scanning everyone, Wang Chongyang said, "I wonder what you think?"

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "I have no objection."

He had long wanted to fight with Wang Zhenting, so he naturally wanted to make such an arrangement today!

"Haha!" Hong Qigong laughed and said, "It's good to fight with Brother Wang."

For some reason, he liked Wang Zhenting.

Ouyang Feng looked at Wang Zhenting coldly and said, "I have no objection!"

Duan Zhixing glanced at Wang Zhenting and said, "Since that's the case, then let's start!"

As soon as he moved his steps, Duan Zhixing took the lead in the field and said, "I heard that the leader of the Hong Gang subdued the eighteen palms of the dragon, with the highest palm power in this world. Now, let Duan learn about it first."

After the words came, Duan Zhixing pointed at Hong Qigong with a tentative finger.

Hong Qigong's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Good come!"

With a palm, it seemed like a dragon roar was heard.

On the other side, in a crisp sword sound, Huang Yaoshi's sword light spread out, like flowers flying away, covering Wang Zhenting.

"Zhenting, I've long wanted to try your sword, today is a good opportunity!"

Wang Zhenting smiled slightly, and his hand holding the sword moved slightly, and an internal force rushed straight into the Qingming Sword.

The Qingming Sword trembled gently, burst out from the scabbard, and flew towards Huang Yaoshi like a sharp arrow, while Wang Zhenting followed him like a shadow and smiled and said, "That's what you mean."

By the way, he reached out to hold the Qingming Sword beside him, and the sword light spread out, and the fine and flexible sword light lingered towards Huang Yaoshi like silk and rain.

As if spring rain came, even a sense of wetness was felt on his body. Huang Yaoshi's eyes shrank, and the sword in his hand gently waved the sword, as if the fallen hero transformed by the sword light fell.

Spring rain, fallen flowers...

The battle between the two was like a painting, as if there was no murderous aura, but it was like two painters working together to spread their passion and painting a picture of flowers in the rain full of spring.

But Ouyang Feng, who was watching from the side, did not feel any beauty at all.

In his eyes, the sword lights of the two of them were scattered, and the tiny sword energy was filled with all the holes, covering the space around them.

Huang Yaoshi's sword technique is real, virtual and empty, and there is a sharp killing move in the virtual move, but the virtual move can turn into a sharp killing move in the blink of an eye, making people unable to defend against it.

Wang Zhenting's sword was like spring rain, and it was everywhere, and it seemed to have no lethality, but the sword energy as thin as cow's hair left deep traces beside the two of them.

"What a...a good opponent!"

Ouyang Feng laughed and rushed towards the two of them.
Chapter completed!