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The seniors of this famous sect were not only incredibly arrogant and proud, but also extremely narrow-minded. They were comparable to the 'Cold Ice Palms' like Qin Kun. Having lost such a huge face in front of Cai one and the others, he could not help but feel infuriated.

At this moment, Yue Biao's loud cheers were heard, "Clan Leader Nan Gong, what a powerful fist art!" This praise added fuel to the fire. With a clang, Tie Qin's face darkened as he drew his sword.

A dazzling azure light flashed as a rain of sword flowers appeared before Nangong He's eyes. On that day on the Northern Mang Mountain, Tie Qingyi snatched the Green Ant Zither, causing the ancient sacred object to crack and shatter. Under his rage, Mr. Iron Zither stabbed his throat with his sword. He was using the move of "Rising Rain of the Clouds", one of the most powerful moves of the "Ape Duke Sword Technique".

In the Emei Sect, the agility and flexibility of the "Ape King Sword Technique" was the highest among all the other sword techniques in the sect. Mr. Tie Qin had immersed himself in it for decades, and he was able to master its quintessence.

Nangong He did not even blink his eyes, the sword rain was already falling down his throat, the sword wind was blowing violently, it made him shiver. Back then, when Tie Qingyi had faced this move, she had also been forced to use her sword against her opponent, saving her from danger.

Leng Qing was unable to see what was going on. She only felt that this old man was like a magic trick. With a swing of his longsword, he could produce so many beautiful flowers. The three people of Cai Yi's group, on the other hand, couldn't help but have a drastic change in their facial expression. This sword technique was swift, swift, and swift, surpassing all limits, causing one's heart to jump to their throats in an instant.

He then looked at Nangong He's retreating figure and took out the bamboo rod from his waist. Seeing the other party's sword following him like a shadow, the bamboo pole was raised diagonally and pointed at Mister Tie Qin's wrist. Tie Qing Yi's heart was filled with doubt. The move Tie Qing Yi had used to break his throat and take his life was the move of the dagger stabbing into his wrist. He didn't expect Nangong He to be able to see through the weakness of this sword strike in an instant. It seemed that Sect Master Bai truly lived up to his reputation.

What he did not know was that Nangong He's Divine Stick was the famous "Southern Jue" Free and Unrestrained Son's ultimate move, the Carefree Pole Art. Before daybreak, Nangong He had returned to the Blood Sword Sect headquarters from the main branch in the city. He did not dare to stop and immediately went to the back garden to wait.

After a short while, the unicorn splattered down. Without waiting for Nangong He to kowtow, he said that he would not accept disciples in his entire life and gave him some pointers so that Nangong He would not be allowed to pay his respects as a disciple. Then, he passed down Nangong He's first style, the "Oblique Bind".

Each move was also divided into seventy-two moves. The essence of each move of the first move was the word "entangle". The staff moved like cotton and entangled the enemy nonstop. Each move would not leave the vital parts of the enemy. The subtle changes in his body were extremely mysterious and unpredictable. Even though he was from Nangong He's family, he could not help but practice for more than four hours after being corrected by the Free and Unrestrained Child's explanation. Only then did he understand everything.

Before it was finished, Xiao Budian said: "This old man has trained hard for ten years in order to reach the Small Success Stage. You don't have to ask for too much. You have to study it slowly. If you feel that your achievement has been accomplished, you can come and test it on me. If you pass the test, this old man will impart the Sect Master the next move. "

For the past two days, regardless of whether he ate or slept, Nangong He's mind constantly flashed with the exquisite changes to the 'Liangliang Bandage' style of seventy-two moves. He also carried a bamboo stick with him at all times. As long as he had some free time, he would be able to practice it easily.

At this moment, he was using the 'Pointing Pointers at the Foot' move, which was specially designed to restrain the Strangle Spell. This move was not considered a killing move within the seventy-two strikes, but it was fortunate that no matter how much Mister Iron Zither changed his sword, the bamboo stick would always be like maggots on the bone, not missing the wrist by more than an inch.

Mister Tie Qin was secretly shocked. Back then, when he stabbed Tie Qingyi with his sword, regardless of whether it was real or fake, his sword's momentum was unable to escape the calamity of his short sword. The current situation had repeated itself, and now, he could only retreat. There was nothing he could do about it. He was shocked and angry at the same time, and said: "This brat is not using the Cloud Dragon Saber Technique from the Nangong family. His moves are so strange, could it be that he has some connection with that Tie Qingyi brat?"

This was the first time he came across such an expert. Other than the old foe Lin Shuangmu, who was also known as the "Zither Saint", the only other person he met was Tie Qingyi. Seeing that the two of them had similar methods of breaking through their sword techniques, he naturally thought of Tie Qingyi.

Little did he know that everything in the world, to a certain extent, would go the same way. Life and death were the same for martial arts. When one reached a certain level of cultivation, the changes in their moves could only be described as superficial. The principles of martial arts were about the same.

If the unfettered child himself were to use this move, the word "entangle" would be like an old vine coiling around a tree. It was absolutely impossible for Mister Iron Zither to escape with ease. But Nangong He had just started training, in just two short days, he had not been able to fully master all the profound techniques, so his power was greatly reduced. Seeing Tie Qin retreating, he swung his staff diagonally, transforming into two rod shadows, dividing into two legs.

After being forced back by Nangong He twice, Tie Qin was furious. He shouted out loud and both of his feet stepped to the left and right, but somehow, he suddenly appeared behind Nangong He. His movements were strange and fast.

Cai Yi's eyes widened as a thought flashed through his mind. He shouted out, "Disorientated mirage!"

The Four Major Sects were established in the martial arts world for a hundred years, and each of their martial arts had their own advantages. In terms of qinggong, the Kongtong Sect had shrunk the earth into an inch, the Qingcheng Sect had broken through the void, and the Shaolin Sect had crossed the river in a single reed. The three great abilities were all absolute martial arts. The Emei Sect's might shook the world with the "Phantom Tracking Steps", which was also the most unpredictable and mysterious footwork of the four great sects. Just now, he had advanced and retreated in front of Yue Biao like a ghost, shocking Yue Biao into a daze.

Once Nangong He displayed his free and unrestrained rod technique, the circumference of three meters was completely covered by the power of the bamboo pole. The first time Tie Qingyi had seen Xiao Yunji outside the gates of the Scholar's Manor of the Luoyang Gang branch, she had used the "Cloud Step Art of the Star Gauze Steps".

Yue Biao and the other two all felt the wind blowing from the sword Qi rod, leading Leng Qing to retreat a few steps, opening up an empty space. White Crane and Gu Qishao both felt that something was off. They slowed down their attacks and slowly withdrew their attacks, no longer tangling with each other.

Both of them were quite concerned about the competition between Nangong He and Mister Tie Qin. When Gu Qishao saw the old man turn around behind Nangong He like a ghost, Gu Qishao was so shocked that he couldn't help but cry out. Nangong He laughed and did not turn around. He swung the bamboo stick back and swept it across the back of the Iron Zither Sword. This sweep was so wondrous that it could touch the very peak. It was astonishing, and even the White Crane could not help but silently praise it.

Within one zhang, the carefree and unrestrained staff technique would be able to adapt to the enemy's movements and transform into an endless sea of illusions. If Mr. Tie Qin thought about it calmly, he would definitely be able to guess the origin of this strange stick technique. After all, there was only one person who had been able to dominate the martial arts world with a bamboo stick for dozens of years.

However, if the anger in this old man was released, even the entire wilderness would be burnt into ashes. How could he calm down? However, being angry was being angry. As the sword and rod collided, Tie Qin was an expert in the martial arts world, so with the slight vibrations transmitted from the sword, he immediately felt that Nangong He's inner strength was not as good as his. The long sword suddenly rotated rapidly. "Crack!" A crisp sound was heard, and the bamboo pole broke into two.