The Battle of King Wu

"Hmm hmm hmm, ok ok, let's go, let's go." Yi Feng impatiently waved his hand. He really couldn't stand the middle school atmosphere of this old man and hurriedly sent him away.

After sending away Old Man Wu, Yi Feng went back to the desk.

He was immersed in the book "Purple Cloud Immortal and Supreme Treasure" for the rest of the time, staying behind closed doors all day.

With the arrival of autumn, the autumn wind outside the street became more and more bleak, but it did not affect Yi Feng. Even the piercing cold air was no match for the small sun, and Yi Feng was fearless.

It seemed that Yi Feng could have a comfortable winter this year.

Zhong Qing was still taciturn, practicing boxing diligently every day, while busy with odd jobs in the martial arts hall.

Er Gouzi Ao Qing lay at Yi Feng's feet. His injuries had completely recovered. He occasionally watched Yi Feng practice boxing and occasionally observed the paintings in the front hall of the martial arts hall. His strength had made tremendous progress.

One day, Qingshan Patriarch came to visit.

When he arrived, he seemed to have something on his mind. Yi Feng noticed his condition and comforted him with some chicken soup from his previous life.

Yi Feng didn't know if it was useful, but he only knew that Qingshan Patriarch left full of confidence.

The next day.

After finishing a set of Tai Chi, Yi Feng stretched and prepared to go out for some wine. But he found the street much quieter than usual today.

"What's going on?" Yi Feng sat down at the beef noodle stand across the street and asked, "I usually see some practicing disciples shopping on the street, why is it so quiet today?"

"Master Yi probably doesn't know yet?" The attendant saw the wine in Yi Feng's hand and generously sliced him two taels of beef and put it on a plate. Then looking at the distant sky, he said, "Today is the duel day between Qingshan Patriarch and Xuanwu Patriarch. The practitioners have all gone to watch their battle. It's a top level fight after all, and it concerns the life and death of the two major sects!"

"Oh."

Yi Feng nodded. He was not very interested in practitioners' affairs, although he seemed to have heard about this before.

After eating two taels of beef and drinking two taels of liquor at the attendant's place, he hugged his warm body and hurried back to the martial arts hall to continue writing.

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There was a natural gorge between Qingshan Sect and Xuanwu Sect, and in the middle of the gorge there was a platform a thousand feet wide called the Rain and Wind Platform.

On the Rain and Wind Platform.

Qingshan Patriarch's eyes were cold and his whole body was bursting with energy.

Xuanwu Patriarch had white hair and a cruel smile on his face.

On both sides of the gorge, one side was full of Xuanwu Sect's disciples, and the other side was full of Qingshan Sect's disciples. Everyone had a solemn expression on their face.

The battle between the two would determine the future of all of them.

"Qingshan, I didn't expect you to dare come?" Xuanwu Patriarch said mockingly.

"Humph!"

Qingshan Patriarch just gave a cold snort, without much to say.

"Die!"

The two didn't seem to have much foreplay. As soon as Xuanwu revealed his aura, like a flash of lightning, he flew up into the air, then overwhelmingly slapped down towards Qingshan Patriarch.

At this moment, the power of the Martial King realm was undoubtedly revealed in Xuanwu's hands.

Before the attack arrived, the rocks under Qingshan Patriarch's feet were already cracking, splitting into spiderweb-like cracks.

Qingshan Patriarch was not to be outdone. The same aura burst out and he stamped the ground with his foot. A large pit appeared on the ground and his lightning-fast figure rushed towards the palm imprint.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering boom echoed over the Rain and Wind Platform.

Countless qi waves spread in all directions, forcing the watching disciples far away to retreat again and again.

The two great Martial Kings' powers were indeed terrifying.

But the crowd couldn't care about retreating. Their eyes were like pinholes staring at the sky, also wanting to know, in the first collision between the two patriarchs, who was stronger.

Then they saw, in the qi, a figure was sent flying back hundreds of feet in embarrassment.

It was Qingshan Patriarch.

Seeing this, the faces of Qingshan Sect's people collectively fell.

In the crowd, Peng Ying's pretty face was deathly pale as she tightly clasped her jade hands. She had joined Qingshan Sect for some time and knew the significance of this battle very well. Could it be that after she had finally joined Qingshan Sect, she would face the collapse of Qingshan Sect?

Xuanwu Sect was different. They immediately burst into earth-shattering cheers.

"Hahaha, Qingshan, you really are useless. A year from today will be your memorial day." In mid-air, Xuanwu Patriarch laughed loudly, his face full of mockery.

Qingshan Patriarch's face was ugly upon hearing this. The gap between the two was indeed very big!

"Die!" Xuanwu Patriarch obviously knew the virtue of beating a drowning dog. Without much delay, he flew up like a ghost and slapped towards Qingshan Patriarch again, destroying the heavens and annihilating the earth.

This slap.

Its might was even greater than the previous one, and its aura even more fierce.

If Qingshan Patriarch only had the strength he had just shown, facing Xuanwu Patriarch's slap, he would be severely injured if not dead.

The palm shadow covered in qi was growing bigger and bigger in the sky, illuminating half the sky, while also getting closer and closer to Qingshan Patriarch.

But Qingshan Patriarch didn't move at all.

Seeing this, quite a few outside spectators shook their heads. Many more guessed that this was Qingshan Patriarch admitting defeat and giving up resistance.

Especially Qingshan Sect's people, their faces were even more ashen.

It seemed they already saw the scene of Qingshan Sect's destruction under this palm.

When the palm shadow was less than thirty feet away from Qingshan Patriarch, Qingshan Patriarch suddenly revealed a cold smile on his face, then took out a kitchen knife from his bosom.

"Finally, it's my turn."