Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 39 Beiqiao Peak, come and fight!

"Look how proud you are!"

Wang Yuyan snorted softly, turned her head away, and ignored him.

Duan Yu smiled and said, "You and I are together day and night, and I didn't let them talk nonsense everywhere."

"Who has been with you day and night?" Wang Yuyan turned away with annoyance.

Duan Yu kept his eyes on, and felt that her light anger and anger were very moving.

After a while, the waiter brought the dishes and carefully placed them on the table, peeking at Wang Yuyan from time to time.

"Yuyan, eat vegetables, what are you doing?" Duan Yu said with a smile.

Wang Yuyan turned her back to him, she couldn't see her eyes, but she still felt two eyes staring at her, and her back felt hot.

Since she was a child, she has always been a young lady, even her cousin is also a gentleman, and she would not look at people like this.

She was very ashamed and annoyed, she turned her head and gave Duan Yu a hard look, and hummed, "What are you looking at?"

Duan Yu chuckled: "Does anyone want to look good-looking?"

Wang Yuyan frowned, her bright eyes sparkling, and she hummed: "Don't think that just because you are the best in the world in martial arts, you can do whatever you want!"

"Number one in the world?"

Duan Yu said seriously: "Is this how you see me? If I am number one in the world, where is your cousin?"

"you!"

Wang Yuyan felt that there was sarcasm in his words, and her face turned red with anger. She breathed heavily and felt a fire blocking her chest.

Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore, and asked loudly, "How on earth are you going to let me go?"

Her voice was not low, and many people noticed her, which immediately made the whole restaurant quiet.

"Your Excellency is also considered Mr. Pianpian, how did you do such a difficult thing?"

A rough voice sounded, faintly shaking the eardrums.

Duan Yu squinted his eyes and saw an ordinary-looking big man wearing a hat sitting there alone drinking.

He is tall and tall, wearing a gray old cloth robe, about 30 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and wide mouth, a square face with Chinese characters, and when looking forward, he is extremely powerful.

Duan Yu smiled: "Your Excellency, your control is too lenient, isn't it?"

The man in the hat had sharp eyes and a deep voice: "The rules of the world are that when there is injustice on the road, draw your sword to the rescue. In one sentence, let the girl go!"

Holding Wang Yuyan's hand, Duan Yu chuckled, "Since your Excellency has made up his mind, why not take action!"

Hearing this, the man in the hat sat up straight, his face suddenly dissipated from alcohol, and his big eyes were gleaming with a faint oppressive force that made people dare not underestimate him.

He glared at Duan Yu with cold eyes, like a sword out of its sheath, and shouted: "Be bold and reckless, take Qiao's palm!"

After saying that, he pushed hard with his right palm, like a dragon roaring.

"boom!"

Duan Yu quickly took a few steps back, feeling astonished in his heart. He felt that the strength of this man's palm was unparalleled and powerful, just like a copper wall or an iron wall.

Concerned about Wang Yuyan being on the side, the man in the hat deliberately missed his palm, and the palm hit the beam firmly.

With a "click", the beam carved with beautiful pictures immediately broke into two sections, dust flew up, and the lower part was suddenly shrouded.

Duan Yu's eyelids twitched. Was the force of his crooked palm so strong?

This is the strongest blow he has encountered since his debut as an immortal!
If it weren't for the automatic body protection of Beiming Divine Art, I would have been seriously injured and vomited blood on the spot if that hit me just now!

Duan Yu took two steps back flutteringly, his eyes flickered: "Your Excellency has such a strong palm force, could it be the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?!"

"Exactly!" The man in the hat nodded without any hesitation.

Duan Yu was overjoyed, he clasped his fists and said, "Beiqiao Peak, it really is extraordinary!"

In fact, he had already guessed that the opponent was Qiao Feng, and deliberately provoked him to take action, hoping to learn the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

"Bei Qiaofeng, he is Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang!"

"It's actually Gang Leader Qiao!"

The restaurant suddenly became lively.

Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong are the two major myths in today's martial arts world.

Seeing Bei Qiaofeng today, all the martial artists present were more excited than seeing the superstar Uranus.

"Your Excellency is Nan Murong?" Qiao Feng was in high spirits and his voice was loud.

Duan Yu glanced at Wang Yuyan who had a bad complexion, Duan Yu smiled, and changed the subject: "North Qiaofeng, Nan Murong, I've heard that the master Qiao's martial arts are top-notch in the world, and his hands are very itchy. How about we compare them?"

Qiao Feng raised his thick eyebrows, looked at him in surprise, nodded, and said with a smile: "It couldn't be better, please!"

The two got up and left the table, someone had already cleared the place for them.

Fortunately, the Songhe Tower is strong and will not collapse if a beam is broken.

Qiao Feng cupped his fists: "Please!"

"Please!" Duan Yu cupped his fists.

As he said that, he secretly put on a diamond amulet to protect himself from being beaten to death.

"Look at the palms!" Qiao Feng stepped forward with a step of one foot, and pushed out his palms with awe-inspiring momentum.

The roar of the dragon resounded, and a gust of wind howled out, venting out with a strong internal force.

With the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Duan Yu seemed to have an hallucination. He seemed to hear a burst of high-pitched music.
Sure enough, it was a man with a stereo!
Duan Yu didn't dare to be careless, he twisted his wrist and cut his palm to meet him.

What he used was a flame knife!

The flaming sword is cast with spiritual power, and it is many times more powerful than Jiumozhi's.

"Bang!" The palm force and the sword energy intersected, making a loud noise.

The skirts of the two people suddenly lifted up, as if being swept by a strong wind.

Under the powerful blow of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Duan Yu couldn't help but take two steps back, then his legs moved quickly, and he stepped back to his original position in an instant.

The mana circulated in the body, and the oscillations in the body just subsided.

After recovering to normal, Duan Yu showed admiration on his face: "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, well-deserved reputation!"

Qiao Feng took three steps back and remained motionless. His feet sank three inches deep, breaking the floor of Songhe Tower.

He looked in surprise, a little puzzled.

The power of his own palm could not be clearer.

He was born with supernatural power, coupled with profound internal power, the combination of the two, coupled with the fierce and incomparable Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, few people can catch it.

However, for this young gentleman, he suddenly felt a surge of force.

It's as if the great river of the Yangtze River is winding back, and there is a sense of invincibility.

This is the first time Qiao Feng has encountered him in his life.

In other words, the opponent's martial arts may be stronger than his own!

"Who is the young man who is fighting against Gang Leader Qiao? Could it be Murong Fu?"

Someone nodded and said, "Except for Nan Murong, I'm afraid no one has this strength!"

The collision between the two just now was simply too strong!

Almost pierced the Songhe Tower.

"Hahaha! As I said long ago, my elder brother Murong is a supreme expert, and only Bei Qiaofeng can fight against him!"

The man who wielded the sword laughed several times and looked at Daxia Lin with contempt: "What do you mean, Prince Duan of Dali, is worthy of being compared with Nan Murong? That's ridiculous!"

Everyone couldn't help nodding their heads.

This is Wuxi, not far from Gusu Murong's home.

There is no doubt that there is such a young master in Jiangnan who can rival Qiao Feng, it is Murong Fu!

"Nan Murong is really amazing! Qiao admires it!"

Qiao Feng stood up with his palms together, his face was full of energy, and he was full of energy.

Duan Yu's face turned dark, and he gesticulated with us for a long time, you think I'm that little rookie Murong Fu?
He cupped his fists, smiled, and emphasized his tone: "Gang Leader Qiao, I'm Duan Yu of Dali!"

"Not Murong Fu?"

Qiao Feng was thoughtful, hesitated for a moment, and then made a solemn salute with fists in his hands:
"It turns out that he is a descendant of the Duan family in Dali. He has admired him for a long time. It is Qiao who watches the sky from a well and doesn't know the heroes of the world."

He had always heard of Gusu Murong's name, and heard that Murong Fu was elegant and handsome, a few years younger than himself.

Unexpectedly, besides Murong Fu, Jiangnan also has a young master with strong martial arts and handsome appearance.

So Qiao Feng admitted the wrong person, and felt ashamed.

Duan Yu laughed and said, "I'm just a prince and grandson, I dare not be a hero in the world."

Wang Yuyan rolled his eyes at him.

"Duan Yu, the eldest son of Dali?"

"He is Prince Duan? No wonder he is so powerful at such a young age!"

Lin Daxia and the others were ecstatic.

Looking at Murong Fu's little fan, the man wielding the knife, his face turned red, he was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl in.

"Duan Shizi!"

Daxia Lin couldn't hold it back any longer and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him with fists in his hands.

"Duan Shizi, Xialin Yisheng, a member of the Shenjian Villa in Zhongnan Mountain, is lucky to meet you today. I would like to treat you to a drink. I wonder if I can give you a favor?"

He originally wanted to ask: Duan Shizi, you challenged Murong Fu, but is it true?

After thinking about it, I, as a Bai Xiaosheng in Jianghu, have just talked about this matter with everyone.

If you ask this kind of question in front of everyone, isn't this questioning your career?
So Lin Daxia's mind got excited and he asked about inviting him to drink.

After asking, he regretted it.

Who is Prince Duan?

Who are you?

People don't know you.

When we meet for the first time, will I give you face to drink your wine?
So sorry.

(End of this chapter)