From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 19
After hearing Hou Tonghai's words, everyone in the Long Spear Club was immediately annoyed, and Wang Sansheng also hated secretly, but he knew that if he went to fight with all his 200-odd masters, he might not be the opponent of Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.

Even after repelling Hou Tonghai and others, there is still Sha Tongtian, the Dragon King of the Yellow River. It is said that this senior Sha has become famous 20 years ago, and now he is even more famous in the northern provinces. It is really not a good match.

The chief helmsman of the Long Spear Club is also an old river and lake. As soon as his mind turns, he throws the long spear and bows to the ground.

Along with his smiling face, he pulled the tiger's skin and said: "Master Hou, your Yellow River Gang has always been operating in Henan, Hebei and other places. If you want to come to Shaanxi, it is not impossible, but my Long Spear Club has always been used to send the first and last of the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect. Although the walking characters are nothing compared to you, none of you have greeted the Quanzhen Taoist priests.

If we just admit our fault, the Taoist priests will be very angry if they know it. If they hate the relationship between the Quanzhen Sect and your Yellow River Gang, wouldn’t it be a bad thing? "

Having said this, Wang Sansheng paused for a while, and seeing Hou Tonghai's expression was still, he continued: "Fortunately, I didn't hurt the safety of your four nephews, but this fourth Master Qian has some skin injuries, I will wait naturally. To ask a famous doctor to treat him, and then offer a gift to compensate.

There are also more than ten good players in my spear club, which are in the hands of your four nephews. It is still a loss for us. Why don't Wang set a banquet to invite the five of you to drink. Let's decide on the ownership of Tongguan and other places? "

Hou Tonghai snorted coldly and said, "Don't bring out a Taoist priest from Quanzhen Sect to scare me, he, Wang Chongyang, the number one martial artist in the world, has been dead for more than ten years? Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, who belonged to this old Taoist priest, are quite famous. , but it's not necessarily comparable to my senior brother Sharon King."

Speaking of which, Hou Tonghai also knew that he was near Zhongnan Mountain after all, and the fourth nephew was injured, so he didn't want to cause trouble, so he said, "You can draw it down, and let's discuss the rules."

Having said that, Wang Sansheng breathed a sigh of relief, but the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River were very dissatisfied. Upon seeing this, Hou Tonghai knew that the four nephews were unhappy at the loss, and he also lost some face of his own Yellow River Gang by saying so. It seemed that he was really afraid of Quanzhen Sect's bull nose, so he looked at Lin Qingxuan, who was still sitting on a chair by the window watching himself and others.

"Wu Na Taoist priest, are you from the Quanzhen religion? What's your name?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lin Qingxuan didn't have stage fright, and said with a hand: "Pin Dao is just a little Dao boy of Quanzhen Sect, not to mention the disciples of the seven real people. His name is not worth mentioning."

Wang Sansheng and others had noticed Lin Qingxuan long ago, and they hoped that he was a leader of the Quanzhen Sect, so they could scare Hou Tonghai and others away. At this time, they were very disappointed to learn that Lin Qingxuan was just an ordinary Taoist priest.

However, Wang Sansheng was not discouraged, stepped forward, and said politely: "Daoist priest, the strong dragon of the Yellow River Gang can't suppress the local snakes, we Shaanxi Wulin are not afraid of him, and we don't need your Quanzhen Sect to take action, wait for us three months later. Let's compete with them again!"

Lin Qingxuan looked at Wang Sansheng with a smile on his face and remained silent, knowing that the intention of his words was to scare Hou Tonghai away by pulling the tiger's skin, and at the same time, he also wanted to involve Quanzhen Sect.

Hou Tonghai lowered his head and asked the four nephews. He knew that the little Taoist priest had been there since they started, and he had not seen his senior teacher come over, and he said that he was just a little Taoist who did not have a teacher in the Quanzhen Sect, so he knew that Most of them came out by themselves, not to mention the true disciples of Quanzhen Sect.

Immediately relieved, he grinned and shouted: "Do you want to let Quanzhen Sect take the lead for you with a long spear? Hey, my Yellow River Gang is not afraid of Quanzhen Sect's bull nose, little Taoist, you should consider yourself unlucky today, Lao Hou will take you a pair. Zhaozi, so that you can teach Quanzhen to know that the Yellow River Gang is not afraid of you!"

Hou Tonghai wanted to take Lin Qingxuan to stand up, and of course he also determined that Lin Qingxuan was not a disciple of the Seventh Quanzhen. He said that if he destroyed his eyes, even if he killed this little Taoist priest, the Quanzhen Sect would not come to seek revenge.

Hou Tonghai shouted and rushed in front of Lin Qingxuan, his right hand grabbed at Lin Qingxuan's face door, his five fingers were fierce, obviously it was a very clever claw technique.

Since Lin Qingxuan would involve himself with the spear just now, he knew in his heart that things were going to be difficult. Nine times out of ten, he wanted to have a fight with the Yellow River Gang, so he was always on guard in his heart. Moved to dodge, then waved his sleeve and punched out.

As soon as Hou Tonghai missed the catch, he knew that the little Taoist priest in front of him was not weak.

Lin Qingxuan and Hou Tonghai punched each other, and each took a step back, but Hou Tonghai took a step back and was surprised and shouted: "The little Taoist is so handsome, your master is Qiu Chuji!"

Lin Qingxuan took a step back, and his body was still swaying. If it weren't for the firm foundation, he would have to take another step back. With a punch, he knew that his internal strength was more than one step weaker than Hou Tonghai's, and the back of his hand was sore, and his punching power was not as good. , If it goes down, it is definitely not Hou Tonghai's opponent.

Turning to look at Wang Sansheng, Lin Qingxuan asked, "Can the helmsman Wang borrow a sword?"

Wang Sansheng carried a short sword of two feet four inches on his waist. It was originally used by him to defend himself when he encountered a strong enemy and was surrounded by spears. Seeing Lin Qingxuan asking for it, he even took off the sheath and threw it over.

"The Taoist priest is going to use it, what do you mean by borrowing words?"

Lin Qingxuan took the dagger and immediately pulled it out. Seeing the coldness of the blade, the light could be seen, he exclaimed: "What a sword!"

Hou Tonghai and Lin Qingxuan tried a trick. Although they knew that this little Taoist was still weak, he would definitely not be his opponent when he started, but seeing that he was only twelve or thirteen years old with such skills, he must be a Quanzhen sect The top-notch figure among the three generations of disciples was not sure how to deal with it for a while.

Seeing that he was ignoring him, Hou Tonghai widened his eyes and shouted: "Little Daoist, your Lord Hou is asking you something!"

After drinking loudly, he saw that the little Taoist priest was still looking at the sword in his hand. Hou Tonghai was so angry that he didn't care what Quanzhen came down.

This move of Yaksha's exploration of the sea is used, no matter whether the enemy is hiding or blocking, there are more than a dozen back moves waiting.

Since Lin Qingxuan learned Quanzhen Xuanmen martial arts, he has not had the chance to show it. Hou Tonghai's skills are much higher than his own, but his martial arts are not as good as Quanzhen's martial arts, and he is just his own sword test stone.

Lin Qingxuan's Qinggong movement was several percent better than Hou Tonghai's, and he avoided a fork in his chest as soon as he turned his footsteps.

Lin Qingxuan's dagger is much shorter than the ordinary saber, but the blade is sharp, and it balances out.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed seven or eight moves. The more Lin Qingxuan hit, the more confident he became. He knew that Quanzhen's swordsmanship was rigorous and stable.

After fighting for more than ten moves, Hou Tonghai saw that the little Taoist swordsman was skillful in swordsmanship, and he seemed to be the demeanor of a famous master. He knew that he would not be able to take him down in a short time.

But he is a long-established famous person in the arena, but this person is a fledgling, stinky little scumbag. If the fight takes a long time, even if he wins in the end, it will be a big shame.

Thinking of this, Hou Tonghai screamed in anger, and the steel fork in his hand became more and more fierce. He just wanted to open a few blood holes in Lin Qingxuan immediately.

(End of this chapter)