The old beggar's gray beard was stained with oil stains, and the hand holding the roast chicken was missing his index finger.
Coupled with his powerful internal strength, Qin Feng recognized this person at a glance, the northern beggar Hong Qigong. f, When Li Mochou was here earlier, Hong Qigong claimed to be a senior in the martial arts world, and Li Mochou was considered a descendant of Lin Chaoying, so he was embarrassed to take action, but he was quite unhappy about Qin Feng teasing the disciples of the Beggar Clan.
He blocked it halfway, wanting to teach this young man a lesson.
Qin Feng was a little amused when he saw Hong Qigong calling him a little baby, so he thought of teasing the old boy and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered beggar."
Hong Qigong smiled and said: "My little one has good eyesight, but the old beggar is going to ask you.
You have a pretty face, and you don't look like a gangster.
How can you stop me, a disciple of the Beggar Clan, from exorcising demons?"
Qin Feng laughed as if he had heard some joke: "The little beggar calls me little baby.
Did you know that when I met the ancestors of your beggar gang, you were not born yet?"
Hong Qigong's expression changed and his expression became serious: "Your Excellency is Qin Feng."
It must be that Hong Qigong got the news from Guo Jing, so he asked this question.
Qin Feng nodded: "Since you know my name, why don't you salute me?"
Naturally, Hong Qigong would not be fooled by Qin Feng.
He laughed twice, took another bite of the chicken butt, and said vaguely: "Don't think that the old beggar is old and stupid.
If your ancestors were in front of you, the old beggar would definitely give up."
Come on, don’t think that by taking the same name as your ancestors, you can deceive the old beggar.”
Qin Feng didn't want to argue with him.
When he took out his right hand, his inner strength turned into a short stick, which was exactly the same as the dog beating stick in Huang Rong's hand except for the color.
Hong Qigong's eyes widened and he stopped talking.
He looked at the green dog-beating stick in Qin Feng's hand and murmured: "It is indeed a saint's method."
He had already determined in his heart that Qin Feng was a descendant of Qingyun. .
But naturally he wouldn't believe Qin Feng's claim that he was Qingyun.
Qin Feng raised his dog-beating stick slightly and said with a smile: "Why don't you let me see Bei Beggar's dog-beating stick technique?"
Hong Qigong did not have a stick in his hand, so Qin Feng threw the green dog-beating stick forward and inserted it in front of Hong Qigong.
Hong Qigong glanced at Qin Feng and felt a little hesitant.
Qin Feng smiled and said: "Your Excellency, please use it."
As soon as he finished speaking, another dog-beating stick appeared in Qin Feng's hand, which was exactly the same as the one underground.
Hong Qigong was no longer polite.
He finished the remaining roast chicken in one gulp and picked up the dog-beating stick on the ground.
After holding it in his hand and looking at it twice, he saw that it was indeed the real thing, and it felt like jade in his hand.
Hong Qigong exclaimed: "Sure enough, the magic method is really extraordinary."
Qin Feng's hand really made this northern beggar.
He was shocked, and now he did not dare to look down upon this descendant of the saint.
He cupped his hands and said, "Taoist Master Qin, please give me some advice."
Hong Qigong knew that Qingyun Saint was very good at beautifying his face.
I was not sure about Qin Feng's age, and his ancestor was a Taoist saint, so he called him Taoist priest to show respect.
Qin Feng became interested when he saw Hong Qigong.
Lifting the stick, he went forward, and the move was a move that was part of the dog-beating stick technique: turning the dog into the sky.
Hong Qigong shrank his eyes.
He was not curious about Qin Feng's ability to beat the dog with a stick, but was surprised.
Qin Feng was so good at this move that he was even more proficient than himself.
Hong Qigong admired him in his heart, but he did not back down.
Qin Feng's dog-beating stick technique was so powerful that it aroused Hong Qigong's desire to fight.
He also moved the dog-beating stick in his hand and used one move to push Qin Feng's stick away.
A sense of leveraging strength.
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"Good technique," Qin Feng praised.
He is worthy of being a beggar.
His skills in the dog-beating stick technique have reached the peak.
If he hadn't had a huge spirit and could devote himself to studying martial arts, he would really be no match for this old beggar.
The two fought dozens of moves, but because Qin Feng suppressed his internal strength, the two of them met their opponents and were evenly matched.
"Let me see the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms."
Qin Fengren stepped back and threw the stick in his hand.
It turned into green energy and disappeared.
Hong Qigong suddenly felt heroic in his heart, as if he had returned to the days when he and Wang Chongyang and others were discussing swords in Huashan.
He was imitating the same, and the sound of dragon roars suddenly rose and came towards Qin Feng.
Qin Feng laughed, and also used his flesh palm to fight against the enemy.
This palm was unremarkable.
It was the Returning Palm in the Book of Heaven created by Qin Feng.
It was meant to return to nature.
It was silent on the face, but it was full of power, especially Qin Feng.
After realizing it on the iceberg, the power of this palm technique has greatly increased.
Hong Qigong and Qin Feng faced each other with their fleshy palms, and groaned.
He didn't expect that this person's palm would be so powerful.
He didn't fight hard at the moment.
He palmed away with all his strength, then retreated, Kang Long You regretted and moved towards Coming from the other direction.
Qin Feng took his time and waited for work, letting Hong Qigong do whatever he wanted.
He stood on the same spot and faced the enemy, using the same palm, which made Hong Qigong feel uncomfortable.
"No fight, no fight, the old beggar can't beat you."
The old beggar simply started to cheat: "Anyway, you are a descendant of Saint Qingyun.
Even if you do evil, you will lose the face of your ancestors.
The old beggar is in charge."
I can't stand you anymore, I'm hungry, I'm going to eat."
Hong Qigong couldn't fight Qin Feng, so he was afraid of being slapped on the butt, so he left directly, so cool.
Qin Feng had some admiration for Hong Qigong.
When he saw that he was leaving, he was not embarrassed and watched him leave, while he continued on the road towards Kunlun.
Kunlun Mountain was originally deserted, but due to the popularity of Qingyun Taoism and countless temples, a vast temple, Qingyun Taoism, has been built under Kunlun Mountain.
There are countless incense in the Taoist temple and an endless stream of tourists.
Qin Feng couldn't explain how he felt when he saw himself being enshrined by others.
He just felt it was a bit funny, especially when he heard some people begging for a son, he couldn't help but laugh.
There were a lot of people at the foot of Kunlun, but there were no traces of people on Kunlun Mountain.
The higher you go, the colder it gets.
It can be seen that there are many corpses frozen into ice cubes on both sides of the road.
It must be some people in the world who are greedy for Tianmen martial arts, but they accidentally get there halfway.
There was a sudden snowfall, and they were frozen into ice sculptures. cold.
This is not like the temperature of the human world at all, it is probably an ice hell.
Familiar place.
The two characters Tianmen were written by Qin Feng himself, but at this moment they were covered by cyan black ice, and the entire Tianmen was also surrounded by ice.
It turns out that Qin Feng already understands the cause and effect.
It seems that although his future self has immortal methods, he can't resist the destiny in the end, so he freezes the girls and waits for them to meet in future generations.
But this is just Qin Feng's guess, and he doesn't know if it is true. no.
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This kind of black ice cannot be melted by Qin Feng at this time.
He can only wait.
Moreover, there are only Tianlong girls in this Tianmen, but the people in the other worlds are nowhere to be found.
System, system, Qin Feng At this moment, some people are complaining about the system.
If the system hadn't allowed him to carry it in and out of the world, there wouldn't have been such trouble.
Just when Qin Feng was mentally complaining about the system, the system seemed to have reacted.
It stands to reason that not a single task has been completed, so the system should not be activated yet, but at this time the system actually spoke.
"Host, everything in the system is for the growth of the host.
Please don't resent the system."
Qin Feng actually heard the grievance in this mechanical tone.
Yes, it's a grievance.
"System, please tell me how to bring out the characters from each plane."
Qin Feng curled his lips.
I am very unhappy with this shady system, and now I have learned to pretend to be aggrieved.
The system was silent for a moment and then said: "Host, everything in the system is for the growth of the host."
Come on.
This is what Qin Feng knows that the system will definitely say next.
Please host not to doubt the system.
System: "Please system not to doubt the host."
Qin Feng: "Haha."
Tianmen has become a huge piece of black ice.
The cold air emitted by this piece of black ice has made the entire upper part of Kunlun Mountain extremely cold.
There are no living creatures, but Qin Feng unexpectedly discovered that there were signs of living people.
This is also a piece of mysterious ice, but the person in the ice still has a pulse, which shows that his inner strength is deep and his heart pulse is protected by force.
At first glance, this man looked like he was only in his forties.
He was dressed like a wild man in the mountains.
He must be very confident in his own internal strength, so he didn't prepare any thick cotton clothes and went up to the Kunlun Mountains in coarse linen clothes.
Qin Feng still had a way to deal with this small piece of mysterious ice.
Although he couldn't melt it, he could break it open.
Qin Feng used the Vajra Indestructible Magic and punched it away.
Finally, traces of the mysterious ice appeared.
There were slight cracks, and pieces fell to pieces.
The man inside suddenly opened his eyes, let out a shocking shout, and a whole block of black ice exploded.
"Good internal strength" Qin Feng had to admire him.
Although this person's internal strength is not as good as his own, he is probably the best in the world.
If Qin Feng's estimate is good, this person must be alone in seeking defeat.
After being frozen in the ice for many years, this person felt a little raw.
He finally opened his eyes completely, looked at Qin Feng, and uttered one word with difficulty: "Who?"
Qin Feng smiled and said, "Let's go down the mountain first."
The man nodded: "Okay" Both of them are masters, and they started to use Qinggong and went straight down the mountain.
The strange man on the road had a fighting spirit and wanted to compete with Qin Feng in Qinggong.
However, no matter what, Qin Feng was one step behind him, which made him even more curious as to when such a master appeared in the world.
"Please" Qin Feng personally brought him a cup of hot wine.
The man took the big bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a big smile: "It's a pleasure."
"May I ask your name?"
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Qin Feng asked with a smile.
The man paused, drank another bowl of wine, and then slowly said: "My surname is Dugu again."
"To seek defeat alone" There was a glint in the man's eyes, and he stared into Qin Feng's eyes: "Yes."
Qin Feng added: "Bury the sword in the deep valley outside Xiangyang, be friends with the eagle, and have no rival."
Dugu Qiubei laughed loudly, with a very lonely look in his eyes: "Lonely, lonely, Qingyun is not here, lonely."
As soon as he finished his words, Dugu Qiubei drank another bowl of wine, his arrogance made everyone around him look at him with suspicion.
Qin Feng smiled slightly, and he had some understanding of Dugu Qiubai's temperament, and said with a smile: "Brother Dugu is invincible in the world, but I am very curious about brother Dugu's swordsmanship."
Dugu Qiubei's eyes lit up: "Dare you ask your name?"
Qin Feng said: "Qin Feng."
"Qin Feng, Qin Feng" Dugu Qiubai muttered twice, his eyes widened: "Qingyun" Qin Feng nodded, then shook his head: "Yes, and no."
Dugu Qiubai didn't care whether Qin Feng was Qingyun or not, he only knew that the man in front of him was a good opponent: "Want to fight or not?"
Qin Feng said: "Brother Dugu has very little internal strength left, why not make an appointment to fight again?"
Dugu Qiubai was trapped on the Kunlun Mountains.
His internal energy had been exhausted.
He had just broken out of the ice and had used up all his internal energy.
He had been frozen for many years.
His physical strength was not as good as before.
If he wanted to return to his subversive state, it would take at least a year or more.
Three to five years.
Dugu Qiubai didn't think so.
Since he knew that a hundred years had passed since he was in the world, he didn't think anyone was his opponent now, so he put down the bowl in his hand and punched Qin Feng.
Good boxing skills, no, it should be said to be good swordsmanship.
It is obviously a boxing skill, but Qin Feng can feel the sword intention in it.
So Qin Feng responded with his sword and also punched him.
After all, Dugu Qiubai was in too bad a state, and even after a slight confrontation, he was defeated.
But Dugu Qiubai was overjoyed, with a smile on his bearded face: "You can really be my opponent."
Dugu Qiubai grabbed the wine jar: "Two years later, I will come to you."
After saying that, Dugu Qiubai Bai stood up, grabbed the jar and walked outside.
Qin Feng looked at Dugu Qiubai's back and already understood his plan.
Dugu Qiubei was definitely not the kind of person who would quietly cultivate in peace.
I'm afraid that in the world, after a hundred years, a man who challenged the heroes with a wooden sword would again It's about to reappear.
If Dugu Qiubei is the best player in the world, then Qin Feng will naturally be able to complete his mission and return to the world in two years.
But what to do now?
It would be better to go to Mongolia.
Qin Feng had nothing to do, so he started sightseeing while walking.
He was not in a hurry, so he simply bought a small donkey and headed towards Mongolia.
"I have a little donkey, but I never ride it.
One day, I rode it and went to the market."
Qin Feng lay on the little green donkey in a strange posture, dripping toward him.
Heading to the north, at this speed, it is estimated that it will take more than half a year, but Qin Feng can't hold back his happiness, and there is nothing to do now.
The matter of inner elixir cannot be forced, the Xiangyang war has not started yet, and Dugu Qiubai has not yet reached his peak.
At this time, Qin Feng was just an idle man.
Yang Guo and Qiu Chuji sat face to face.
Yang Guo has been in the Quanzhen Sect for almost two years.
He was a little beggar back then, and now he has grown into a handsome young man.
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His swordsmanship is probably unmatched by anyone in the Quanzhen Sect except Qizi and Yin Zhiping. enemy.
After all, he is the protagonist, and he is uniquely endowed, which cannot be compared to ordinary people.
Yang Kang's death has always been a knot in Yang Guo's mind.
In the past few days, he met some people he shouldn't have met.
Naturally, they were the original minions of Yang Kang who were imprisoned in the Quanzhen Sect.
The sandalwood was lit and there was a wisp of green smoke.
Qiu Chuji couldn't even see the young man's face clearly.
"Master Qiu, you are my father's master."
Yang Guo looked at Qiu Chuji.
He could feel the old man's concern for him, so in the past two years, Yang Guo had great respect for Qiu Chuji and was quite close to him.
Qiu Chuji had long expected this day.
He sighed in his heart, nodded and said, "Yes, Guo'er, your father is my disciple, and I feel sorry for your father."
Yang Guo's heart trembled and he took a deep breath: "Master, please tell Guo'er, my father, how did my father die?"
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