Chapter 7 7, childhood sweethearts Ouyang Feng seemed to be thinking about something. Qiao Feng's internal strength is not top-notch, he only has the advantage of strong tendons and bones and natural strength. But how could he compete with all the powerful people with his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and even break the ribs of the Sweeping Monk? Perhaps, it is because in addition to being born with extraordinary combat talent, Qiao Feng also always has an invincible spirit of "Who else but me? I will go even if there are thousands of people against me." "Thank you for your advice, Palace Master Lianxing." Ouyang Feng put on a solemn look and bowed deeply to thank Lian Xing for her advice. Lian Xing, who had just stood with her hands behind her back and looked serious like a teacher, blushed and moved away, saying with a smile: "No need to be so serious. I have also benefited a lot from fighting with you. Besides, you are my only friend, so of course I have to help you!" Ouyang Feng smiled: "No matter what, I have to thank you. If you hadn't enlightened me, I would have had to take a lot more detours before I could wake up."
It is true that he is a martial arts genius. But as the saying goes, “Those involved are often the most confused.” Ouyang Feng had a very deep and inherent impression of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. All he could think of was the scene of Boss Qiao flying over with a speaker, taking a horse stance, pushing forward with both palms, and the sky full of dragon-shaped energy. Therefore, over the past month, he has only worked hard on his skills, palm power, and energy, fantasizing that as long as he has deep skills and sufficient palm power, he will be able to be like Boss Qiao in the future. Therefore, although he learned the essentials of exerting force in two moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in one month, he did not fully understand the metaphysical "God". If he had not been enlightened and had continued practicing to the end, he would never have been able to catch up with Qiao Feng in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, let alone surpass him. Therefore, Lian Xing, the "bystander", did indeed help him gain enlightenment and deserved his respect. Having comprehended the essence of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Ouyang Feng was greatly relieved and wanted to pull Lian Xing to continue practicing. But Lian Xing pouted and said: "I stayed here for twelve hours last month, fighting with you the whole time, and never had a chance to explore the place properly. You said you wanted to thank me before, and now you want to drag me into a sparring match. Is this how you thank me?" Ouyang Feng was startled and said helplessly: "Sorry, I'm too obsessed with martial arts. So, where do you want to go for fun?" "How about walking through this peach forest first?" Lian Xing looked up at the peach blossoms that looked like brocade clouds and mist, and said with a smile: "Let's measure it and see how big this peach forest is." Ouyang Feng nodded: "Okay, let's go to this peach forest first." Lian Xing cheered, jumped forward excitedly, grabbed Ouyang Feng's hand, and dragged him into the depths of the peach forest. Ouyang Feng couldn't help but be slightly startled when being held by Lian Xing's cool, delicate, soft and tender little hand. It was as if a soft feather gently brushed across the lake of his heart, causing shallow ripples. but…… Looking at Lian Xing's childlike innocent smile and her young and budding heart, Ouyang Feng smiled to himself. The ripples in his heart disappeared, and his heart became calm again. He even put aside his thoughts on martial arts and accompanied her wholeheartedly in the fun. ……
Early winter. The wind blows through the forest, and the fallen leaves rustle. Behind the White Camel Mountain, in the dense forest, Ouyang Feng sat cross-legged on a large rock, his eyes closed, breathing heavily. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, pushed his hands against the ground, and soared into the air, rising to a height of several feet. He flipped in the air, head down, and pounced down, with his five fingers spread out, and struck down with one palm, heavily hitting the large rock where he had been sitting cross-legged. Bang! With a dull sound, large rock fragments splashed, stone powder flew everywhere, and a series of fine cracks the size of a palm appeared. Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms—Flying Dragon in the Sky! Ouyang Feng used the recoil force to fly into the air again, flipped over in the air, and landed steadily on the ground. After landing, he took a series of steps and opened his palms left and right, overlapping and clapping. His palms were sometimes light and sometimes fast and heavy. When it was light, it was like light smoke and there was no trace of fireworks; when it was fast and heavy, it was like wind and thunder, with a loud roar. After a few big steps, he came to a big tree that was as thick as a man's embrace. Ouyang Feng slapped the tree trunk with his palms in succession. The thick tree trunk did not move at all, and only a series of muffled banging sounds came from the place where his palms hit. But when Ouyang Feng slapped down more than ten times in one breath, and then retracted his palm power and waved his sleeve, the bark at the place where his palm hit immediately turned into powder and flew away. Then, pure white wood powder like snow grains flowed down like water. As the wood chips continued to fall, two clear palm prints, each half a foot deep, gradually appeared on the tree trunk! Ouyang Feng had just slapped the tree more than ten times in a row, but the tree trunk was not shaken at all. However, the power of his palms had already penetrated into the trunk, shattering the wood of the tree and leaving these two deep palm prints. The chain of palms he performed was exactly the "Dense Clouds without Rain" of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Before he knew it, another month had passed, and Ouyang Feng had mastered the Dragon Subduing Palm technique, and had mastered the essence of its use of force and power, and had reached a high level of proficiency. As for how to cultivate the spirit of "being invincible", he also has some insights and ideas. After regulating his breathing for a while, Ouyang Feng was about to continue practicing when he suddenly felt his ear move and heard a faint human voice. "Someone?" Ouyang Feng was surprised. The terrain of the White Camel Mountain is steep, with deep forests and dense grass, and there are many poisonous insects, snakes and ants. Usually, few people come here. Even the farmhands of the White Camel Villa rarely come to the mountain to collect firewood. Only Ouyang Feng likes the quietness here and has often come to the mountain to practice in the past month. It is inevitable that it feels strange to hear human voices in this deep mountain. At this time, a mountain breeze blew, and the faint human voice was clearly sent to Ouyang Feng's ears: "White Camel Villa has plenty of money..." Have plenty of money? Ouyang Feng's mind moved, and he used his family's martial arts skills to take cover from the trees and silently flew towards the direction where the voice came from. …… In an open space in the woods, five unfamiliar faces were sitting or standing in a circle, discussing something secretly. A bearded man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a nine-ring broadsword on his knees whispered: "The old villain Ouyang is a skilled warrior, an excellent rider, and a god-like archer. Back then, he led seventy wolf riders to roam the desert, with fast horses and powerful bows whistling like the wind. No one could stop him wherever he went... My father was shot in the throat by his arrow..." When he said this, his cheeks twitched twice, and his eyes were filled with deep hatred: "For more than twenty years, I have been thinking about revenge all the time!" After the bearded man spoke. A young man stood with his back against a tree, holding a grass stem in his mouth and a machete hanging from his waist. He smiled frivolously: "Who among the five of us doesn't have a blood feud with the old villain Ouyang? But the White Camel Villa is powerful, and I don't want to sacrifice my life just for revenge. After all, the parents and relatives of the five of us are not good people. Those who kill and rob people die because they are killed and robbed. This is the cycle of nature and retribution.
"Besides, what is the most important thing in the martial arts world? Of course it's money! Ouyang the old thief has occupied this Feng Shui treasure land and earned money from the merchants. Over the past twenty years, he has saved up an unknown amount of money..." Please give me a vote! (End of this chapter)