Chapter 1092 The Battle at Qianlong Peak
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Wan Li Yu
"People of Shenglong Peak, don't be arrogant. If you give us time, we will definitely not be any weaker than you!"
"Yes, if we cultivated since we were born, wouldn't we be as arrogant as you?"
The disciples of Qianlong Peak retorted.
"Haha, right? We are not targeting anyone, we are just saying that all Qianlong Peak disciples present are rubbish."
The disciples of Shenglong Peak spoke again, and it could be said that they were fighting each other, not giving in at all.
"Damn it, you are so arrogant, you have the guts to fight me for three hundred rounds!"
At that time, some Qianlong Peak disciples were angered.
"Only you? Are you fighting with me at the third level of cultivation in the heartbeat stage? Forget it, I'm not interested, so don't embarrass me. My cultivation level is three levels higher than yours, and I won't be ashamed of myself if I win."
Although the battle has not started yet, the atmosphere at the scene is already tense.
"Quiet."
Just when the two parties were about to fight, a cold shout suddenly came.
The noisy Qianlong Peak finally became quiet.
The one snorting coldly was an old man, with three disciples following him. Two men and one woman.
The old man was none other than Po Lao, and the three disciples beside him were Shi Feiyan, Zi Huang, and the young man whom Shi Feiyan called Jing Senior Brother.
"Master."
Seeing Po Lao, the disciples of Qianlong Peak immediately bowed to him.
There are only two teachers in Qianlong Peak, one is Po Lao, and the other is the master of Qianlong Peak, who is Po Lao's senior brother.
Those who can be accepted as direct disciples by the Peak Master are truly talented people.
Po Lao waved lightly to the crowd and walked straight to the viewing platform.
After Po Lao arrived, the peak master of Shenglong Peak and several elders also arrived.
"What? Junior Brother Tianyi is still practicing in seclusion and still not coming to participate in the competition every four years?"
The master of Shenglong Peak saw that only Po Lao came to watch the battle, so he smiled and asked.
Without waiting for Po Lao's answer, the elder of Shenglong Peak said: "We lose every year. Does he have the nerve to come and watch? Hahaha."
After saying these words, all the elders of Shenglong Peak laughed.
The laughter was still floating, and a voice like a god king suddenly came.
"Who said I was embarrassed?"
As the voice fell, an old man stepped onto the clouds and landed in the audience.
This method shocked all the disciples.
But the old man was not flying, and the clouds under his feet were not real clouds, but clouds made of paper.
"Meet the Peak Master."
Seeing this person, all the disciples of Qianlong Peak half-knelt on the ground.
"Master."
Shi Feiyan, Zihuang and Senior Brother Jing also half-knelt down to salute.
"Get up."
The master of Qianlong Peak spoke calmly. His eyes were sharp and his beard was a little gray, but he didn't look old at all. Instead, he looked like a fairy.
"Junior brother Tianyi, what kind of wind blew you out? It's rare, you haven't watched a game for decades, right? What? Are you prepared this time?"
At this time, the voice of the master of Shenglong Peak came.
The master of Qianlong Peak said calmly: "On a whim, I wanted to come and have a look. Is it time for the competition?"
"We're here. This is Qianlong Peak. It's better for you to announce the start, so as not to say that I'm not polite and overwhelm the guest." The master of Shenglong Peak said calmly.
The master of Qianlong Peak nodded and said in a powerful voice: "I announce that the competition has begun! Junior Brother Po, you go and be the judge."
"Ok."
Elder Po stepped on his feet and jumped onto the ring first.
After looking around, he shouted coldly.
"Who comes up to fight first?"
"Master, I'm coming!"
A Qianlong Peak disciple jumped onto the ring. Upon closer inspection, she turned out to be a female disciple.
"Liu Xinru from Qianlong Peak is here to receive advice."
Liu Xinru looked at the disciples of Shenglong Peak with firm eyes. It was obvious that she wanted to fight for Qianlong Peak.
"Haha, she is actually a woman. Is there no one left at Qianlong Peak? A female disciple is actually sent to the stage."
"Liu Xinru, if I remember correctly, you also participated in the last competition, right? But you were defeated by our men, and you still have the face to take the stage."
The disciples of Shenglong Peak laughed, their faces full of sarcasm.
"I'll fight."
Soon, a Shenglong Peak disciple jumped onto the ring.
"Junior brother Ning Haoxiang from Shenglong Peak is here to challenge!"
"It's you."
Liu Xinru's face turned ugly when she saw him.
She remembered clearly that it was Ning Haoxiang who defeated her in the last term.
Ning Haoxiang chuckled and said, "Sister Xinru, it's your brother Haoxiang and I. We haven't seen each other for four years. What's wrong? Do you miss your brother?"
"Who missed you! Let me defeat you today."
Liu Xinru snorted coldly, and the momentum from the sixth level of the heartbeat stage swarmed out.
"Junior sister Xinru, come on! Defeat Ning Haoxiang."
"Junior sister, you are the strongest!"
The disciples of Qianlong Peak have already begun to cheer for Liu Xinru.
Amid the cheers of the spectators, the two men on the ring took action.
Bang! With a muffled sound, Liu Xinru stepped on her feet and rushed towards Ning Haoxiang. She clenched her right fist and punched out with a roaring wind. These strong winds are all formed by spiritual energy. It looks full of color.
"Haha, you were no match for me four years ago, and you will be the same four years later! You have to understand that women can never defeat men!"
Ning Haoxiang laughed, but with a single tilt of his body, he easily dodged.
"Sister Xinru, be careful."
Ning Haoxiang's mouth cracked into a smile. While dodging Liu Xinru's attack, he punched Liu Xinru's waist. The wind of the fist roared, low and harsh.
Liu Xinru snorted coldly, but she didn't dodge. She turned her right fist quickly, intending to confront Ning Haoxiang head-on.
boom!
The two fists collided, and the spiritual energy burst out with shocking fire.
The terrifying power made the two of them retreat.
Liu Xinru took three steps back before stopping, her face flushed.
It was obvious that Liu Xinru was weaker than Ning Haoxiang in terms of strength.
"Tiger Fist!"
With a low cry, Liu Xinru used her martial arts skills.
With one punch, the spiritual energy is like a tiger, entrenched on the top of the mountain.
Zhang Yifeng has seen many people perform Tiger Fist, but Zhengyi's Tiger Fist is the most authentic and most powerful.
"Brother Zhang...Brother Zhang..."
Zhang Yifeng was watching intently when he heard someone calling him.
Looking up, Zi Huang was in the stands, grinning at him.
In fact, the moment Zhang Yifeng saw Shi Feiyan and Zihuang, he understood why Lan Xianghan brought him here.
It seems that they want him to challenge here.
Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly at Zihuang, and then continued to watch the game.
"Well done. Golden Po Fist!"
At this time, Ning Haoxiang also showed off his martial arts skills. He was not afraid at all when faced with the powerful Tiger Fist.
The next moment, Ning Haoxiang's right fist released golden light, like a tomorrow, facing the spiritual tiger.
boom!
There was a loud noise and strong wind howling, and the two bodies on the ring retreated again. Liu Xinru even went to the edge of the ring.
In terms of strength, Liu Xinru was still weaker.
Ning Haoxiang knew how to take advantage of your illness to kill you, so he didn't stop, stepped on his feet, and accelerated suddenly.
Spiritual energy bloomed all over his body, he waved his fists, and pressed towards Liu Xinru step by step.
Liu Xinru's center of gravity was unstable and she could only retreat step by step.
"Yes, if we cultivated since we were born, wouldn't we be as arrogant as you?"
The disciples of Qianlong Peak retorted.
"Haha, right? We are not targeting anyone, we are just saying that all Qianlong Peak disciples present are rubbish."
The disciples of Shenglong Peak spoke again, and it could be said that they were fighting each other, not giving in at all.
"Damn it, you are so arrogant, you have the guts to fight me for three hundred rounds!"
At that time, some Qianlong Peak disciples were angered.
"Only you? Are you fighting with me at the third level of cultivation in the heartbeat stage? Forget it, I'm not interested, so don't embarrass me. My cultivation level is three levels higher than yours, and I won't be ashamed of myself if I win."
Although the battle has not started yet, the atmosphere at the scene is already tense.
"Quiet."
Just when the two parties were about to fight, a cold shout suddenly came.
The noisy Qianlong Peak finally became quiet.
The one snorting coldly was an old man, with three disciples following him. Two men and one woman.
The old man was none other than Po Lao, and the three disciples beside him were Shi Feiyan, Zi Huang, and the young man whom Shi Feiyan called Jing Senior Brother.
"Master."
Seeing Po Lao, the disciples of Qianlong Peak immediately bowed to him.
There are only two teachers in Qianlong Peak, one is Po Lao, and the other is the master of Qianlong Peak, who is Po Lao's senior brother.
Those who can be accepted as direct disciples by the Peak Master are truly talented people.
Po Lao waved lightly to the crowd and walked straight to the viewing platform.
After Po Lao arrived, the peak master of Shenglong Peak and several elders also arrived.
"What? Junior Brother Tianyi is still practicing in seclusion and still not coming to participate in the competition every four years?"
The master of Shenglong Peak saw that only Po Lao came to watch the battle, so he smiled and asked.
Without waiting for Po Lao's answer, the elder of Shenglong Peak said: "We lose every year. Does he have the nerve to come and watch? Hahaha."
After saying these words, all the elders of Shenglong Peak laughed.
The laughter was still floating, and a voice like a god king suddenly came.
"Who said I was embarrassed?"
As the voice fell, an old man stepped onto the clouds and landed in the audience.
This method shocked all the disciples.
But the old man was not flying, and the clouds under his feet were not real clouds, but clouds made of paper.
"Meet the Peak Master."
Seeing this person, all the disciples of Qianlong Peak half-knelt on the ground.
"Master."
Shi Feiyan, Zihuang and Senior Brother Jing also half-knelt down to salute.
"Get up."
The master of Qianlong Peak spoke calmly. His eyes were sharp and his beard was a little gray, but he didn't look old at all. Instead, he looked like a fairy.
"Junior brother Tianyi, what kind of wind blew you out? It's rare, you haven't watched a game for decades, right? What? Are you prepared this time?"
At this time, the voice of the master of Shenglong Peak came.
The master of Qianlong Peak said calmly: "On a whim, I wanted to come and have a look. Is it time for the competition?"
"We're here. This is Qianlong Peak. It's better for you to announce the start, so as not to say that I'm not polite and overwhelm the guest." The master of Shenglong Peak said calmly.
The master of Qianlong Peak nodded and said in a powerful voice: "I announce that the competition has begun! Junior Brother Po, you go and be the judge."
"Ok."
Elder Po stepped on his feet and jumped onto the ring first.
After looking around, he shouted coldly.
"Who comes up to fight first?"
"Master, I'm coming!"
A Qianlong Peak disciple jumped onto the ring. Upon closer inspection, she turned out to be a female disciple.
"Liu Xinru from Qianlong Peak is here to receive advice."
Liu Xinru looked at the disciples of Shenglong Peak with firm eyes. It was obvious that she wanted to fight for Qianlong Peak.
"Haha, she is actually a woman. Is there no one left at Qianlong Peak? A female disciple is actually sent to the stage."
"Liu Xinru, if I remember correctly, you also participated in the last competition, right? But you were defeated by our men, and you still have the face to take the stage."
The disciples of Shenglong Peak laughed, their faces full of sarcasm.
"I'll fight."
Soon, a Shenglong Peak disciple jumped onto the ring.
"Junior brother Ning Haoxiang from Shenglong Peak is here to challenge!"
"It's you."
Liu Xinru's face turned ugly when she saw him.
She remembered clearly that it was Ning Haoxiang who defeated her in the last term.
Ning Haoxiang chuckled and said, "Sister Xinru, it's your brother Haoxiang and I. We haven't seen each other for four years. What's wrong? Do you miss your brother?"
"Who missed you! Let me defeat you today."
Liu Xinru snorted coldly, and the momentum from the sixth level of the heartbeat stage swarmed out.
"Junior sister Xinru, come on! Defeat Ning Haoxiang."
"Junior sister, you are the strongest!"
The disciples of Qianlong Peak have already begun to cheer for Liu Xinru.
Amid the cheers of the spectators, the two men on the ring took action.
Bang! With a muffled sound, Liu Xinru stepped on her feet and rushed towards Ning Haoxiang. She clenched her right fist and punched out with a roaring wind. These strong winds are all formed by spiritual energy. It looks full of color.
"Haha, you were no match for me four years ago, and you will be the same four years later! You have to understand that women can never defeat men!"
Ning Haoxiang laughed, but with a single tilt of his body, he easily dodged.
"Sister Xinru, be careful."
Ning Haoxiang's mouth cracked into a smile. While dodging Liu Xinru's attack, he punched Liu Xinru's waist. The wind of the fist roared, low and harsh.
Liu Xinru snorted coldly, but she didn't dodge. She turned her right fist quickly, intending to confront Ning Haoxiang head-on.
boom!
The two fists collided, and the spiritual energy burst out with shocking fire.
The terrifying power made the two of them retreat.
Liu Xinru took three steps back before stopping, her face flushed.
It was obvious that Liu Xinru was weaker than Ning Haoxiang in terms of strength.
"Tiger Fist!"
With a low cry, Liu Xinru used her martial arts skills.
With one punch, the spiritual energy is like a tiger, entrenched on the top of the mountain.
Zhang Yifeng has seen many people perform Tiger Fist, but Zhengyi's Tiger Fist is the most authentic and most powerful.
"Brother Zhang...Brother Zhang..."
Zhang Yifeng was watching intently when he heard someone calling him.
Looking up, Zi Huang was in the stands, grinning at him.
In fact, the moment Zhang Yifeng saw Shi Feiyan and Zihuang, he understood why Lan Xianghan brought him here.
It seems that they want him to challenge here.
Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly at Zihuang, and then continued to watch the game.
"Well done. Golden Po Fist!"
At this time, Ning Haoxiang also showed off his martial arts skills. He was not afraid at all when faced with the powerful Tiger Fist.
The next moment, Ning Haoxiang's right fist released golden light, like a tomorrow, facing the spiritual tiger.
boom!
There was a loud noise and strong wind howling, and the two bodies on the ring retreated again. Liu Xinru even went to the edge of the ring.
In terms of strength, Liu Xinru was still weaker.
Ning Haoxiang knew how to take advantage of your illness to kill you, so he didn't stop, stepped on his feet, and accelerated suddenly.
Spiritual energy bloomed all over his body, he waved his fists, and pressed towards Liu Xinru step by step.
Liu Xinru's center of gravity was unstable and she could only retreat step by step.
