"Uh, uh, okay, okay, go ahead." Yi Feng impatiently waved his hand. He couldn't stand the middle school atmosphere of the old man and sent him away quickly.
After sending away Old Wu, Yi Feng returned to his desk.
For the next period, he immersed himself in the work "Purple Cloud Fairy and the Supreme Treasure," and did not leave his room all day.
As autumn fully set in, the winds outside grew increasingly desolate, but Yi Feng remained unfazed. Even the biting cold could not deter him, shielded as he was by the warmth of the Little Sun.
It seems that Yi Feng can have a comfortable winter this year.
Zhong Qing was still silent and worked hard on boxing every day, while busy with chores big and small in the martial arts hall.
Ao Qing lay at Yi Feng's feet, his body fully healed from his injuries. He watched Yi Feng practice his punches while also taking the time to look at the pictures in the martial arts hall. His strength had improved significantly since his recovery.
One day, Qingshan Laozu came to visit.
When he came, he seemed to have something on his mind. Yi Feng saw his state and pulled out some spiritual chicken soup from yesterday to comfort him.
Yi Feng didn't know if it worked, but he only knew that Qingshan Laozu left with confidence.
The next day.
Yi Feng finished a set of Tai Chi, stretched lazily, and was ready to go out and have some wine. However, he found that today's street was much quieter than usual.
"What's going on?" Yi Feng sat opposite the beef stall and asked, "Usually, you can see some practicing disciples shopping on the street, but today it's so quiet."
"I'm afraid Master Yi doesn't know?" The boy saw Yi Feng holding wine in his hand and generously served him two pieces of beef, then looked at the distant sky and said, "Today is the day when Qingshan Laozu and Xuanwu Laozu fight. Practitioners are rushing to watch their battle. This is a top-level battle, after all, it concerns the life and death of the two major sects!"
"Oh."
Yi Feng nodded his head. He wasn't concerned about the matters of cultivators, but it seemed like he had heard about this thing before.
After eating two taels worth of beef and drinking two taels worth of strong liquor from the servant, he hurried back to the martial arts school, holding his warm body and continuing to write with his pen.
...
There is a natural canyon between the Qing Shan Gate and the Xuan Wu Sect, and there is a platform with a range of a thousand feet in the middle of the canyon, which is the Wind and Rain Platform.
On the Wind and Rain Platform.
Qing Shan Patriarch's eyes were stern, and his whole body was bursting with momentum.
Xuan Wu Patriarch had white hair and a cold smile on his face.
On both sides of the canyon, one side was full of disciples from the Xuan Wu Sect, and the other side was full of disciples from the Qing Shan Gate. Everyone's face was serious.
The battle between the two would affect their future.
Xuan Wu Patriarch expressed surprise, "Qing Shan, I didn't expect you to have the courage to come here."
"Hmph!"
Qing Shan Patriarch snorted coldly and didn't say much.
"Die!"
The two of them didn't waste any time on pleasantries. Xuanwu Patriarch immediately revealed his aura and swiftly lunged toward Qingshan Laozu with a powerful palm strike. His Martial King realm strength was fully unleashed in the attack. Even before the strike made contact, the rocks beneath Qingshan Laozu's feet began to shatter like glass, creating a spider-web-like pattern. Qingshan Laozu responded with equal force, emanating an imposing aura that shook the ground. He stomped the earth, creating a massive pit, and swiftly charged toward Xuanwu Patriarch to meet his palm strike head-on.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound echoed in the sky above Wind and Rain Platform.
Countless qi waves surged in all directions, and the disciples watching from afar were forced to retreat.
These two Martial King experts were indeed terrifying.
But the people didn't care about their retreating bodies, their eyes were like pinholes, watching the collision of the first strike between the two old ancestors, wondering who was stronger.
They saw a figure staggering backward hundreds of feet amid the chaos.
It was Qingshan Laozu.
Seeing this, the faces of the people from the Qingshan Sect all sank.
Among the crowd, Peng Ying tightly held her jade hand, her pretty face pale. She had joined Qingshan Sect a few days now and understood the significance of this battle. Was she going to face the situation where Qingshan Sect would fall after she had finally joined?
As for Xuanwu Sect, they were different. They immediately burst out in thunderous cheers.
"Hahaha, Qingshan, you are indeed a waste. Today next year will be your death anniversary," Xuanwu Laozu laughed in mid-air, his face full of sarcasm.
Qingshan Laozu's face turned ugly at the sarcasm. The gap between the two was indeed very terrifying!
"Die!" The Xuanwu Patriarch knew the principle of beating a fallen dog, so he didn't waste any time and swiftly flew into the air, unleashing a devastating palm strike toward Qingshan Patriarch.
This palm strike was even more powerful and imposing than the previous one.
If Qingshan Patriarch only had the strength he displayed earlier, he would be seriously injured, if not killed, facing this palm strike from Xuanwu Patriarch.
The palm print covered with Yuan Qi grew larger and brighter in the sky, illuminating half of the sky, and was getting closer and closer to Qingshan Patriarch.
However, Qingshan Patriarch remained motionless.
Seeing this, many onlookers shook their heads, and some even speculated that Qingshan Patriarch knew he was no match and had given up resistance.
Especially the people of Qingshan Sect, their faces were filled with despair.
As this palm strike was about to hit Qingshan Patriarch, he suddenly revealed a cold smile on his face and took out a kitchen knife from his bosom.
"Finally, it's my turn."