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Hearing this, Tie Qingyi thought of something and said: "My master once said that Mo Bei has a Feng Clan Martial Arts, and is known for their fist arts. Could it be that this man who calls himself the Divine Wind Fist is one of them?"

Ning Erhe was stunned, and said solemnly, "That's right! However, at that time, we did not know who this person is. " In his heart, he was greatly surprised. For the past several decades, the martial arts of the Feng Clan had never been rumored to exist in this world. He did not expect Tie Qingyi to guess his identity with just a few words, so he couldn't help but admire Tie Qingyi's vast knowledge and vast knowledge. He immediately concentrated his mind and slowly recounted what had happened back then.

When Yang Baifang saw that her eldest disciple was injured, she was extremely frightened. She instructed Ning Erhe to take him over, then turned to the man and said, "May I have your name please? But do you have any grudges with my Divine Fist Sect? Otherwise, why did you injure my disciple? "

The big man sneered: "So you are the Divine Fist Sect's palm, I am from the Mo Bei Feng Castle, and am called Mo Bei Divine Fist Wind Stone. From the looks of your magnanimity, you seem to be above your disciple, but how is your actual kung fu? Is he as weak as your disciple? "I am here to seek your guidance."

Yang Baifang was famous throughout the country. Who would dare to speak to him in such an unbridled manner? He was furious, but he had been in the martial arts world for so many years, so he was not confused. When he flew up to catch his eldest disciple, his hand had been on his pulse, but he could feel that his eldest disciple had only suffered from severe internal energy injuries, and was completely unharmed. It was obvious that the force from his attack had been repelled back to his body, causing his arm to be fractured.

At this time, hearing the big guy call himself the Mo Bei Feng Clan, he thought for a moment and then thought, "Many years ago, I heard my master mention the Feng Family Castle before he passed away. He was known as the 'Fallen Flower Godly Fist', and for some reason, he became enemies with the ancestor of my sect. It just so happened that at that time, the number one genius in the world, Duan Qingfeng, was a guest at his school. A single Fleeting Sword had killed the other party and caused him to return in low spirits, suffering great injuries to the point that he could stay in seclusion for decades. "

When he thought here, he cried out, "Not good," and begged: "That year, this may not be true, but it seems like it is not false. This man is a descendant of the Feng Clan, he must have come to avenge his ancestors!" The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to him that this was the case. In an instant, he thought of a few things and said, "Hero Feng has traveled a long way. Yang Baifang is waiting for you, so she can't take advantage of you. Please find a place to rest first, how about we have a duel tomorrow at noon?"

After hearing his words, all the disciples were stunned. Ning Erhe was puzzled as well, feeling that something was off. The Godly Fist Sect was famous in Jiangnan, and their reputation was as great as the sun in the sky. However, they didn't care about a crazy person who came looking for trouble for no reason.

Feng Shi was surprised by these words, and said coldly: "Since we are all called 'Divine Fist', why not choose from another day, why not try out your strength now?" Once these words were said, no matter how well-bred the disciples were, they would not be able to stop this person from being arrogant to the extreme.

Ning Erhe handed the eldest senior brother over to his junior brother and strode over. "Killing this weak chicken of yours will not be easy. I am the disciple of the Godly Fist Sect, Ning Erhe. I shall see what you have to say." His voice was fast, and as soon as the word "learn" left his mouth, a pair of fists struck out at his face.

Feng Shi smirked, then slid three feet away to avoid the attack. Ning Erhe shouted, and the wind blew again as he threw out a series of punches in quick succession. The punches were aimed at the vital points of Feng Shi's chest, and he was using the Eight Wind Crossing Fists, the true style of the Godly Fist Sect. Feng Shi did not retreat, but advanced instead. He punched out with his flat chest, not paying any attention to Ning Erhe's storm-like attacks at all.

Ning Erhe secretly rejoiced in his heart. With the strength of his fists, if he were to hit Ning Biluo, he would definitely inflict serious injuries on him. His heart was set on hurting the enemy, but he actually completely ignored Feng Shi's punch that came from his chest. He gathered all the strength in his body into his fist and shouted, "Watch my fist!"

Feng Shi smirked and suddenly shouted: "Watch my punch!" Before the two of them could finish their words, Feng Shi's fist suddenly sped up and arrived before Ning Erhe's fist could reach him. He punched Ning Erhe right in the nose. Ning Erhe wanted to retreat and defend himself with his fists. His moves were already old. Feng Shi Linglie's fist wind hit his face, causing it to hurt, causing all the disciples to look shocked.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Baifang threw a punch downwards and hit the jade pillow behind Feng Shi's ear. This move, "Surround Wei and save Zhao", made the perfect timing. If Feng Shi did not withdraw his fist, although he could kill his opponent in one strike, he would not be able to escape the fate of having his skull shattered. Feng Shi snorted coldly, his body suddenly flipped, and punched Yang Baifang's wrist. Yang Baifang pulled back her fist and stepped back. Her right foot suddenly flew up and kicked his ribs.

The two Divine Fists of Jiang-Nan Mo Bei instantly collided against each other. All the disciples saw the shadows of the fists overlapping with each other as they fought to the fullest extent. Hearing Feng Shi's shout, they all shouted out: "It's already not easy for you to last a hundred moves under my Falling Flower Fist, I won't kill you today." In the midst of the hissing, Yang Baifang let out a loud roar, and the two figures suddenly separated. Feng Shi stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

Blood trickled down the corner of Yang Baifang's mouth, and she staggered back a few steps, clutching her chest. The Godly Fist Sect disciple held onto her with quick steps. Yang Baifang said with a hoarse voice, "Good fist art, cough cough …" He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of foul blood and sat down weakly. All of a sudden, the disciples of the Divine Fist Sect turned pale with fright, quickly forming a circle around Feng Shi.

Feng Shi slightly sighed to the sky, "The Jiangnan Godly Fist is nothing special, it can't even withstand a single blow." The meaning in his words was somewhat lonely as he shook his head and said, "I hope that Sect Master Yang will take care of your body properly. If he is still weak at that time, I am afraid Jiangnan Divine Fist will forever be eliminated from the Martial Arts Sect, remember this very carefully! "

Ning Erhe looked at him angrily, only to see Feng Shi sigh several times, and in a flash, he had already abandoned the donkey and ran away from the encirclement. None of them dared to stop Yang Baifang. The street corner was over a hundred feet away from the door of the God's Fist Art. Feng Shi's tall figure flashed a few times and then disappeared at the end of the street.

At this point, Ning Erhe's face was full of tears. He choked and said, "It was an internal injury of Master Ye that caused him to vomit three mouthfuls of black blood. He died with hatred. In order for Master's reputation to not be damaged while he was alive, we will announce to the public that Master has suddenly died from an emergency and is low-key. Afterwards, all the fellow disciples gathered together to discuss, and everyone openly pushed Yang Dan to be the new generation Sect Leader with the right to call upon God's Fist Sect. "

Tie Qingyi and Li Yan were both intelligent people, and they thought at the same time: "That Feng Shi is definitely going to invade a year from now. In this critical moment where there is no leader, all the disciples will unanimously recommend a weak girl to take over their sect. The two of them looked at each other and looked at Ning Erhe. They both felt that he was sincere and that he did not have the slightest intention of guarding the door.

Ning Erhe continued, "A few days ago, this little one came to the Henan Prefecture. Fortunately, I heard people from the martial arts world talking about the Tiger Subduing Secret Art and the Skypiercing Rhino Belt. I sent a message back to report that I had come here to investigate. He thought that if he was lucky enough to obtain these two treasures, then he wouldn't need to worry about the Wind God Fist messing things up. However, he had been too preoccupied with his worries and had forgotten that it would be his master's death in the next few days when his fellow brothers did not come.

"Back then, when Sect Master Nangong mentioned Master, this young man suddenly recalled that day. However, Master's birthday is also the day that the devil fulfills his promise. Now that I am able to get to know Young Master and Young Madam, my happiness really descends from the heavens. Even if I were to see the Tiger Subduing Secret Art and the Rhinoceros Belt in front of me, it would not be comparable to Young Master's word. " With that, he fell to his knees and said with tears: "The God's Fist Sect's sky is about to collapse this time. Young Master, please save my sect from imminent danger. Young Madam, please help me raise the sky!"

Li Yan picked up Ning Erhe and said heroically, "I said that even if the sky were to fall, this lady would not be able to smash your head even if I were to hold it up for you." She turned her head and glared at Tie Qingyi, asking in a tender voice, "Great villain, what if the sky collapses and falls on my head?"

Tie Qingyi hurriedly stood up, and with a tall and sturdy body, he loudly said: "Reporting to the Young Madam, I will hold on!"

Li Yan giggled, patted Ning Erhe's shoulder and leisurely said, "A man is crying his heart out. Go back and prepare, tomorrow we will send troops to Jiangnan Divine Fist!" He hadn't gone out to play for the past few days, which was boring to the extreme. When he thought about being able to travel, this girl immediately became heroic and powerful, and she said proudly, "Who cares about the Wind God Fist Technique, we have our own Iron God Palm. If he dares to come, hmph, the Divine Palm Fighting God Fist, he will definitely be unable to return! "