With Huang Yaoshi shouting, three circles of figures flew, and six people got into action. Hong Qigong was well-known, and even if he didn't use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he still made me feel bad. Fortunately, I have learned the left and right mutual bride fist, the left hand Kongming fist and the right hand Damo Subduing Fist, which is equivalent to the two Yang Kangs joining forces, barely resisting Hong Qigong's offensive.

Hong Qigong and I fought quickly, and we passed nearly forty moves. I tried my best to resist and didn't dare to see the battle situation next to me. Hong Qigong looked at all directions and heard from all directions. He suddenly frowned and shouted in a low voice: "Boy, be careful." He bent his left leg slightly, bent his right arm inward, and drew a circle with his right palm, and pushed it towards me with a shout. It was the ultimate move of Kang Long, the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing Palm. Although Hong Qigong did not use all his strength, I still couldn't resist and was hit in the air by a strong force. Fortunately, Hong Qigong's hands were responsible, so I turned over in the air and landed safely, but still could not offset Hong Qigong's palm wind. He took a few steps back and then stabilized his body.

Mr. Hong Qi stood in the circle and nodded to me, "Boy, you are very good. You are so accomplished at such a young age. Old beggar was not as powerful as you when you were as old as you. The Quanzhen Sect is indeed well-deserved."

My master’s martial arts have little to do with the Quanzhen Sect, but he could only pay tribute to him: “Senior Hong has been too rewarded. I would like to thank Senior Hong for his advice.”

Looking around, I found that Guo Jing and Ouyang Ke had been out of circles, but Ouyang Feng and the old naughty boy stared at each other like black-eyed chickens, looking like they were about to break out, which made me confused. Why did Ouyang Feng face the old naughty boy again? Could it be that Ouyang Feng, who would bite whom?

Huang Yaoshi also frowned and said, "Although this competition was the last time that Nephew Yang Shizhan came to the ground, you have injured Nephew Ouyang Shizhan. If we have a word first, it can only be considered that Nephew Ouyang Shizhan won."

The old naughty boy jumped and cursed: "Old poison, you are not a good person. You taught a small poison, either. You don't know how big the old naughty boy used, the old naughty boy did, but he actually used such a trick. Huang Laoxie, are you stupid or have you bad eyes? This kid is obviously pretending, can't you see it?"

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly: "Old naughty boy, I have already taken my pulse for Nephew Ouyang Shi. He is obviously injured in the inner palace and has internal breathing disorders. We are all practicing martial arts and we all know how this injury came."

Ouyang Feng also said angrily: "Old naughty boy, we have nothing to do about this matter. The person named Ouyang cannot be beaten in vain."

The old naughty boy was jumping and wanted to curse people. Hong Qigong next to him grabbed the old naughty boy and said, "Old naughty boy, we are honest people. How can we understand this trick? Since Brother Yao has said that we have to take this mute, we should forget it, let's take a look at the following questions."

Huang Yaoshi stopped paying attention to the old naughty boy and said, "It's almost noon. Let's take a break first and use some hot rice. Brother Ouyang, I've caused a little bit of injury. You'll treat him first. Brother Seven, come and try Rong'er's craftsmanship." Finally, he turned to the old naughty boy and said, "Old naughty boy, are you going to have dinner with me, or continue to curse here?"

The old naughty boy snorted: "Nonsense, no one heard me here. The old naughty boy is not a fool. Huang Laoxie, don't be stingy, and use those light wine to fool the old naughty boy."

Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly, waved his hand, led the way first, and led everyone to the monastery. On the way, I pulled Huang Rong over and asked softly: "Rong'er, what happened? Why did that bad guy Ouyang get hurt?"

Huang Rong said angrily: "Brother Yang, that bad guy ran around from the beginning and didn't fight with the old naughty boy at all. The old naughty boy had higher light skills than the bad guy. After going around, he caught up and punched the bad guy out. The bad guy sat on the ground when he fell outside the circle, and he couldn't get up. He even spitted some blood hypocritically. Humph, he was pretending to be."

The old naughty boy next to him nodded repeatedly, felt like a close friend to Huang Rong, and said, "Good girl, you are better than your bad father. You can tell at a glance that the little bad guy is pretending. The old naughty boy used his own Kongming fist with a loud sound, but his strength is recovered. How can he hurt someone?" As he said that, he gestured with his hands a few times, demonstrating the moves he had just used.

Guo Jing and I have learned Kongming Fist, and we are very clear about the method of suppressing the force, so we naturally understand the truth. Guo Jing said angrily: "It's so despicable, even the Lord of Huangdao was deceived." I know the truth in my heart. Of course, those who have not learned Kongming Fist do not know the mystery. Huang Rong believed that Ouyang Ke was not a good person, so she asserted that Ouyang Ke pretended to be injured. Huang Yaoshi saw it with his own eyes and took the pulse with his own hands, so he naturally thought that the old naughty boy was too heavy. I admire Ouyang Ke's urgent wisdom. Seeing that he was the first to be thrown out of the circle, he made a quick decision to reverse the internal breathing and hurt himself. The way to turn defeat into victory is that I can only do this. It seems that this guy is really extraordinary.

Since Huang Yaoshi had concluded that Ouyang Ke won the competition, he could only comfort the old naughty boy and asked casually: "Second brother, how long have you been with Ouyang Feng?"

Huang Rong rushed to answer: "Brother Yang, Brother Jing's martial arts have really improved a lot. He was almost out of the circle at the same time as you, but you flipped through the air, and Brother Jing landed first."

When I heard this, I suddenly realized that it was Hong Qigong who saw that Guo Jing could not hold on and had no choice but to use his ultimate move to hit me. Thinking about the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, I was really envious. I secretly wondered if I should also learn it secretly. Then I thought about it and decided to give up. I knew my personality and would never work hard when I could be lazy. If I wanted to practice martial arts like the stupid boy Guo Jing, it would be better to die. Now that I know that martial arts will not be inferior to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, I should not be too greedy.

During lunch, Ouyang Feng returned to his big boat with the excuse of helping his nephew healed his wounds and stopped eating with everyone. I knew that he had such a reason on the surface, but in fact he was afraid that Huang Rong would do something in the food he ate. After all, the little girl was eccentric, and no one knew what she would do.

This is the first time I have tasted Huang Rong's craftsmanship. The simple home-cooked dishes were made with ingenuity, which made me eat and I almost swallowed them. Now I understand why Hong Qigong came to Taohua Island so far to make the decision for Guo Jing. The old beggar wanted Huang Rong to be his apprentice and wife. The main purpose should be this desire. I also gave myself an excuse for this meal. After all, it is really not good to let my sister-in-law cook, so it would be better to turn into a wife and keep it at home.

Hong Qigong praised Huang Rong very much and even praised Huang Rong's family background. Huang Yaoshi shook his head and said, "I teach Rong'er's other abilities. Only this cooking method is hereditary. This can be regarded as inherited from Zhujing. In those days, Neizi also had a good cooking skills." But he was a little sad. Seeing that his father thought of his mother again, his eyes turned red. Hong Qigong felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly changed the topic and talked nonsense to the old naughty boy, which made the atmosphere in the monastery better again.

Everyone had enough food and drink, and Ouyang Feng also helped his nephew adjust his inner breath, so he came to Huang Rong's mother's grave together and waited for Huang Yaoshi to come up with a second question. Huang Yaoshi made a gesture and asked the deaf and mute servants to bring many musical instruments, put them aside, and said to everyone: "This second question is to try the instruments of the three nephews."

When Mr. Hong Qi's expression changed when he heard this, he was about to speak. Guo Jing had already stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master Huangdao, I really know nothing about the rhythm. I have admitted defeat in this game." Mr. Hong Qi also immediately interjected: "Didn't Brother Yao always say that he wants to compete fairly? He is a coarse man, and he can't teach a scholar's apprentice."

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "Brother Seven, what I said just now is that I want to take the musical instruments, not the rhythm. Just now, Brother Seven participated in the competition between Brother and Brother Ouyang, and what rhythm did he use again?"

Ouyang Feng had just fought with Guo Jing, and it took more than 40 moves to knock Guo Jing out of the circle. He knew in his heart that his nephew's internal strength was really no match. He said immediately: "Brother Yao, my nephew's new injury has just recovered, so I'm afraid he can't listen to Brother Yao's elegant speech."

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "It's okay, brothers only use three success powers, so Ouyang's nephew should be able to resist it." He turned around and asked the old naughty boy, "Old naughty boy, do you have any opinions."

The old naughty boy smiled proudly and said, "It doesn't matter whether we are from Quanzhen Sect, compare literature and martial arts. Don't worry, Huang Laoxie." He did hear me playing the piano a few days ago, so he naturally had great confidence and couldn't help but brag and encourage himself.

Seeing that the three families had no objections, Huang Yaoshi asked several juniors to choose musical instruments. I still used the piano. Ouyang Ke brought his uncle's iron zither. Guo Jing could not play it, so he found a big drum and placed it in front of him.

Although Huang Yaoshi's song "The Song of the Blue Sea Tide" only uses three successes, the power cannot be underestimated. Ouyang Ke is dedicated to defending and plays very well for a while. After hearing the competitions of the masters in front, Guo Jing only wanted to disrupt Huang Yaoshi's Xiao Sheng with the sound of drums. Instead, he attacked and was entangled with Xiao Sheng, but he didn't know how long he could last.

I watched Ouyang Ke unable to retreat, and was frustrated, wanting to teach him a lesson. When I was practicing "The Song of the Blue Sea Tide" given to me by Huang Yaoshi a few days ago, I suddenly had an idea to inject internal force into the strings and then form sound waves to shoot out. After many experiments, I actually succeeded. Although the sound waves played out were still weak due to the relationship between the strings and internal force, it was no longer just a sound. Seeing Guo Jing's drum sound getting more and more urgent, I knew that Guo Jing would not last long if this continued. At the moment, he used his heart to use two songs. His left hand was still a song "Bixiao Yin", and his right hand was exerting strength, and a sudden sound wave hit Ouyang Ke.

Although it is very close to Ouyang Ke, my sound wave was still slapped because I was a beginner to practice. I flew out along Ouyang Ke's cheek and cut off only a few of his hair. Since I don't have any accurate head yet, I no longer think about slapping the face. I called Ouyang Ke in a few stressful voices one after another.

The people watching were surprised. Although my music did not pause, a few discordant accents suddenly appeared in the middle, and the posture of playing the piano was also strange. I didn't know what I was thinking. When everyone's attention was on me, Ouyang Ke suddenly uttered a few iron strings of the iron zither.

Then there was a muffled sound, and Guo Jing's drum was also knocked by him. Huang Yaoshi stopped Xiao Sheng and looked at me meaningfully. Lang Sheng announced: "In this second competition, Nephew Yang Shisheng won."

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Chapter completed!