Although Ouyang Feng was rude, he was muttering in his heart, why is this little Taoist priest so powerful? Last time Li Zhichang was shot by him, his family knew his family affairs. Even if the northern beggar Hong Qigong, who had been practicing external skills to the point of being so masterful, would have suffered a serious injury from his own hand. It was only less than two months later, so why did this boy look at nothing? He attributed all this to the wonder of the Nine Yin Scriptures, and the greed in his heart became even more intense.

Ouyang Ke himself was far from Li Zhichang's opponent. He retreated behind Ouyang Feng to prevent him from attacking, and caught him and threatened Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng secretly instructed the snake slave to split up more than thousands of green snakes to surround Li Zhichang. Mu Nianci followed him and was afraid when she saw the poisonous snake. However, she had been following Yang Tiexin since she was a child, and her courage was beyond the comparison of an ordinary woman, so she did not make a sound.

Li Zhichang praised in his heart: She is also a wonderful woman with a soft outside and strong inside. Although Li Zhichang was also trapped in the snake bush, he was not surprised. He slowly said, "Mr. Ouyang, don't you come here. Last time, I hurriedly admired the old man's magical skills. Tonight, it's bright moon like frost, beautiful wind like water, and infinite clear scenery. How can you be happy like this? Wait for me to play a song to entertain my seniors." In fact, although there is a bright moon tonight, it is not a three or five night, so there is no good view. There are many trees around here, so where can I get the cool breeze? Not to mention the clear scenery, naturally there is no one.

Li Zhichang was not embarrassed at all, and put the Mu flute on his lips and blew it a few times. Mu Nianci had already reminded him that two balls of cotton were stuffed into his ears. The music played by the Mu flute was not very touching, but the softness seemed to sound from the bottom of his heart. The green snakes suddenly twisted their whole body with the sound of the flute, revealing their fangs to bite them around. Ouyang Feng said: "No, when did this kid have this ability?" But he knew that Li Zhichang was an extremely powerful skill, using music to control the enemy. The closer he was to him, the less he could control his internal strength, so it was impossible to move in close motion.

In fact, snake nature is cruel, and it is common for Sikong to eat small snakes among the same kind. If Ouyang Feng had not suppressed it with secret techniques, these tens of thousands of green snakes would have killed each other. At this moment, Li Zhichang's flute sound was like crying and complaining, tugging his heartstrings, and arousing the ferocity of the poisonous snake. Seeing that the situation was wrong, Ouyang Feng slapped his hands and a snake slave came forward with an iron zither. Ouyang Feng tweeted it a few times on the string of the zither, and the sound was overwhelming, and the mountains and fields were solemn. However, Li Zhichang followed the nature of snakes, but he forced his suppression. One positive and one reversed naturally had nowhere to use it.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Come on, come on, since the old man is so elegant, let's play a song together."

Ouyang Feng never expected that Li Zhichang's magical skills had reached such a state that he could influence external objects. The combination of internal and external is a wonderful enlightenment that he had only gradually gained in recent years. He did not expect that Li Zhichang had already reached this point at this age.

At this time, Ouyang Ke next to him seemed unable to control his body and wanted to rush into the snake group. Ouyang Feng sighed, stroked the zither with one hand, and placed the other hand behind Ouyang Ke. Ouyang Ke only felt a heat flow coming from the heart-shu acupoint, and was very calm. He whispered: "Ker, please plug your ears with a cloth strip." Ouyang Feng sighed that Ouyang Ke would not be able to resist the flute of Li Zhichang if he didn't study martial arts carefully in his daily life.

He gave all his knowledge to Ouyang Ke. If he had worked harder, even if he could not get to Li Zhichang, he would not have been easily taken away. However, he didn't care about the snake slaves under his command, because the snake could not close his ears. Tonight, these ten thousand green snakes could no longer escape the misfortune, and these snake slaves naturally lost their function. These poisonous snakes were all alien species he had cultivated for ten years of hard work. They were originally brought into the Central Plains to hope to shine. It was really a blessing to make people.

Fortunately, Ouyang Feng, the Western poisoning, did not rely solely on poisoning techniques to create such a huge reputation. Since he wanted to fight with him in this way, then the next thing was. Ouyang Feng said: "What a successor to Wang Chongyang, I will let you die at the hands of my old poison tonight to repay my hatred for the past..." He sat cross-legged on a big rock, waved his right hand with five fingers, and bounced up clangingly. Qin Zheng's tone was already sour and exciting, and the sound of his Western Iron Zheng was even more shrill.

But every sound of Quanzhen Seven Sons was consistent with their heartbeat when they heard the sound of the zither. When the iron zither sounded, their heartbeat beat. The faster the zither sound, the more their heartbeat gradually became. They felt their chests pounding, which was extremely uncomfortable. They calmed down and used the internal strength of the Quanzhen School Taoist School, and their heartbeat slowed down. After a while, the sound of the zither could no longer drive his heartbeat. This was done by Li Zhichang. He calculated that Quanzhen Seven Sons had a good internal strength, not to mention that Quanzhen internal strength was the most effective way to train his mind.

To resist the aftermath of his fight with Ouyang Feng. He and Ouyang Feng can basically be considered the strongest person in the world. As long as they can watch this alternative battle throughout the whole process, they will definitely make great achievements in martial arts cultivation. This experience even Wang Chuyi gained even more when he was watching Huashan Sword Contest. After all, at that time, all the five masters were not at the level of the two of them, and at that time, the cultivation and martial arts knowledge of the Qizi did not accumulate as much as they have today.

I could only hear the sound of the zither gradually getting faster. Later, it was like a golden drum and a galloping horse. But no matter what, a soft flute sound was always wrapped in the middle of the clanging sound, and it could not be shaken away or thrown away. Ouyang Feng's zither sound was like a dragon turning over the river and sea, while Li Zhichang's flute sound was the dragon-bound rope tightly entangled the other party, and he would never stop until death.

Qiu Chuji suddenly realized that he could do his best. The bright moon shone on the hills. After all, he was the most talented among the seven people. If he had not been too late in practicing martial arts, he might not have been able to reach the level of Zhou Botong.

The sound of flutes and zithers are entangled, one is high and the other is low, one is rising and the other is getting longer and longer, and can always move at any time and follow the trend. Although the two did not really fight, the situation between the sound of flutes and zithers is no different from the masters, with flaws and ambush, fast and slow, and coming and going. However, he heard that as long as the sound of the zither leaked out a slight gap, the sound of the flute was rushing towards him like mercury. On the contrary, as long as the sound of the flute was a little unsmooth, the sound of the zithers would be like the thunder in the sky, and the sound of the flute would not stop until it broke.

Later, Qiu Chuji no longer had to close his eyes and run his internal strength. He opened his eyes and watched the two fight carefully. Later, he saw that they looked solemn. Li Zhichang stood up and blew as he walked. He walked more and more quickly, but the sound of the flute became slower and slower. Li Zhichang stepped on Liuhe and became three talents in his body. Later, he turned into nine shadows and came and went as the moonlight came.

Qiu Chuji knew very well that this was an extremely powerful and excellent kung fu posture. Ouyang Feng must be extremely powerful. Therefore, he had to deal with it with all his strength. Then he looked like a steamer on Ouyang Feng's head, and strands of heat were rising up. He played the zither with his hands and waved the gust of wind in his sleeves. He didn't dare to slack off at all.
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