No one could do anything to each other for a moment. Both sides were in a stalemate, but my pressure was getting heavier and heavier. The hateful Ouyang Feng completely wanted to treat me as a breakthrough, and 90% of the offensive was placed on me. Even if Quan Zhen Liuzi was trying hard to share the burden, it would inevitably make my consumption more and more.

I sweated so hard that I felt my hands and feet getting heavier, but I could only grit my teeth and resist the pressure. If the Big Dipper Seven Star Array was broken, with the name of Western Poison, I would probably be doomed, and I would have a glimmer of hope for my life. The internal force accumulated by Xiao Wuxianggong over the years has slowly flowed in my body, supporting me not to give up.

Qiu Chuji was anxious and saw Ouyang Feng ignoring his identity and putting heavy pressure on his disciple. It was quite unexpected for his disciple to be able to bear it for so long, but now it seems that he has reached the limit, just like a small boat in a storm, which may be overturned at any time. This disciple has always been the hope of him and his senior brother, how can he lose him at this time? On the other hand, Ouyang Feng is also at the end of his strength. Although he is working hard to kill this master enemy, this disciple will be disabled even if he does not die. It is really not worth the loss.

Xia Qiu Chuji said loudly: "Mr. Ouyang, if the fight continues, it will only lead to both sides being defeated. How about stopping?"

Ouyang Feng knew that his situation could not be hidden from Qiu Chuji, who had a sharp vision. He went to Zhongnan Mountain this time to destroy Chongyang Palace. He just saw Ma Yu not being there for a moment and wanted to clean up Quanzhen's bull's nose, but he didn't expect that he also kicked the iron plate. Although he had the chance to kill the sixth son of Quanzhen, he would also be seriously injured. There would be no need to go to the Huashan Sword Competition a few years later. He smiled and replied: "Hmph, let's get to this day for Wang Chongyang's sake."

Both sides stopped at this moment, Quanzhen Liuzi and I opened the encirclement, but they still stood at the position of the Big Dipper. The character in front of them is famous in the martial arts world, and they must be guarded against Ouyang Feng's sneak attack.

Ouyang Feng looked at us as he looked defensive, snorted coldly, and didn't care. He stared at me and asked, "Little guy, it's not bad. He has supported him for so long. What's his name?"

At this time, my hands were trembling, my legs and feet were a little numb. It was not easy to maintain my standing posture during the battle. I was in a mood to spank Ouyang Feng. The master knew my condition and replied to me: "This is the little disciple Yang Kang. What advice does Mr. Ouyang have?"

Ouyang Feng's sinister eyes swept me up and down again, stopped answering, turned around and jumped into the night, and a sound like a broken gong came from afar, "Wang Chongyang's disciples, please take care of yourself."

Seeing that Ouyang Feng had already walked away, I finally let go. Regardless of whether it was appropriate or not, I sat cross-legged in the yard in front of the Sutra Pavilion to restore my almost exhausted internal strength.

Qiu Chuji knew that the disciple was exhausted, but was afraid that Ouyang Feng would go and rebel again, so he called a third generation of disciple to guard the door, and he and the other five sons also sat in the yard to meditate and rest. Although the battle just now was dangerous, his disciple showed his face a lot. He wondered whether he would suggest that his disciple become a monk and be a Taoist priest. In the future, the position of the head teacher would definitely belong to this proud disciple.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on my face, I woke up from the meditation. I haven't entered this deep meditation for a long time. I felt that after a long period of fierce fighting, my internal strength has made great progress. It seems that martial arts cannot be practiced solely by merely, and it is also a necessary way to challenge my limits appropriately.

I opened my eyes and looked around. The master and all the uncles were also sitting around me, lined up with me in the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation. I was secretly grateful in my heart. I guess everyone was afraid that Ouyang Feng would fight back and stay here to accompany me.

When Quanzhen's six sons saw that I had nothing to do, they worked hard all night and went back to their room to rest. They were all practitioners of Taoism. Although they were very satisfied with me, they were not too complimentary. Their eyes were full of praise. In the end, they left the master. They looked at me with praise for a long time, but they still didn't say anything praise. They just patted my shoulder and told me to rest more. The master's performance made me very upset because I actually felt like I wanted to cry. This expression of praise made me feel like a strict father's comfort when he saw his naughty son achieve something. Do I subconsciously feel like a father's feeling? It's been so many years since my previous life, how could I have such ridiculous thoughts? I shook my head hard and drove out this idea.

All the elders of the masters went back to their room to rest. It was a rare opportunity. I could meet Mochou again. This time, the internal strength was advanced, and I should be able to help Mochou break through the eighth paragraph of "*". While those gossipy junior brothers had not yet come to me, I quietly slipped out of the Chongyang Palace.

As soon as I walked out of the gate of Chongyang Palace, I heard a soft voice shouting: "Brother Kang, here." I looked in the voice and it turned out to be Mo Chou. Mo Chou, wearing white clothes, stood behind a big tree not far away, and waved to me.

I was delighted and flew over quickly. Just as I was about to hug Mochou, I found that Mochou looked panicked, his eyes were swollen, and he obviously had cried. I was shocked, not knowing what happened, but at the gate of Chongyang Palace, it seemed that it was not the place to speak, so I immediately pulled Mochou to the back mountain.

Running to the place where we usually practice, I stopped to ask what happened to Mochou. Before I could speak, Mochou threw himself into my arms and started crying, choking and said, "Brother Kang, my master is injured and vomiting blood. I don't know what to do. I've been waiting for you at the gate of Chongyang Palace for more than an hour. If you don't come out, I'll go in and find you..."

Master Mo Chou was injured? It shouldn't be that the old woman had not been out of the ancient tomb for decades, and there was no enemy in the world. Moreover, with the old woman's martial arts, there were only a handful of people who could hurt her. Recently, only the Western Poison Ouyang Feng on Zhongnan Mountain has this ability. This Western Poison Ouyang Feng fought with us for so long, and he could still hurt that old woman. His strength is not simple.

I tried hard to comfort Mochou and asked her to tell in detail the whole story and the injuries of her master. Relying in my arms, Mochou obviously relaxed a lot and told me what happened last night. In the second half of last night, a man suddenly rushed to the ancient tomb and said that he wanted to see the Quanzhen Sect formation engraved in the tomb room by Wang Chongyang. Of course, Mochou's master refused. The two of them fought hard. At first, her master had the upper hand, but later he was calculated by someone and got a palm. At the critical moment of life and death, Mochou's master shot out his unique hidden weapon, Ice Soul Silver Needle and shot it into the person. Although he forced him to come, he was seriously injured and vomited blood. There was no medicine in the ancient tomb, so Mochou had no choice but to come to me.

After listening to Mo Chou's description, I probably got to know the whole thing. The cause of all this was the "Nine Yin True Sutra". The Western Poison Ouyang Feng visited the Sutra Library of Chongyang Palace at night to find clues about the "Nine Yin True Sutra". Although he had nothing to gain, he learned about the ancient tomb in Wang Chongyang's notes. By chance, he found that Ma Yu was not there in the seven sons of Quanzhen, and he deliberately came to the door again the next day, trying to take the opportunity to kill one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, so that the Big Dipper Seven Stars formation no longer became a threat. And my appearance made me

Ouyang Feng kicked the iron plate and didn't get any cheapness. Later, he passed by the ancient tomb and temporarily entered the ancient tomb to see if there were records of the Big Dipper Seven Stars and clues of the "Nine Yin Jing". According to Ouyang Feng's idea, Wang Chongyang had lived in the ancient tomb and should have left relevant things. Unexpectedly, the old woman in the ancient tomb was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Ouyang Feng, who had just shot one, was not an opponent. In the end, he could not even hurt Mo Chou's master with tricks. He himself was hit by the Ice Soul Silver Needle and fled.

Since I was injured by Ouyang Feng, it seems that I can't be more careful. Although I have no good feelings for that old woman, I am Mo Chou's master after all. Looking at Mo Chou's crying pear blossoms and rain, I feel heartbroken, so I have to comfort Mo Chou first and let her wait here. I run back to Chongyang Palace to find some injury medicine to save the old woman.

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