Even so, Daoist Baisheng's cultivation was still there. His attacks were so cold that the onlookers couldn't help but take a few steps back to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"You're too despicable. You know that brother Yang has lost an arm and you're still attacking here." The green-clothed Miss Gongsun panicked.
Daoist Baisheng had lived for decades and his old face had been tempered to be thicker than the city walls. Hearing this, he laughed brightly. "I see brother Yang as an equal opponent, so of course I'll use my full strength to show my respect. If brother Yang thinks it's inappropriate, then I'll only use one arm."
Yang Guo was a proud and aloof person, so he snorted coldly. "No need!"
As he said this, he moved to the side. His empty sleeve was like a spirit snake, instantly wrapping around Daoist Baisheng's attacking palm.
Song QingShu couldn't help but admire Yang Guo's intelligence and wisdom. His self-created "Sad Xaohen Palm" was really unique. It also made full use of his sleeves, body, and leg techniques to avoid the disadvantage of having his hand broken.
Daoist Baisheng felt as if his palm had hit a ball of cotton. He wanted to pull his hand back and fling away his opponent's sleeve. Who knew that there would suddenly be a surge of powerful inner strength from the sleeve. He didn't dare to be careless and quickly used his Xuan Ming Holy Palm to counter it.
Both of them shook, one hand and one sleeve, and just like that, they were in a deadlock.
The Xuan Ming Holy Palm's cold poison originally gave him an advantage in a contest of inner strength. But Yang Guo's inner strength, which he had trained in the tides, was even more ferocious. For a moment, neither of them could do anything to the other.
Daoist Baisheng was afraid of his opponent's inner strength and didn't dare to use his Xuan Ming Holy Palm at full strength. He was worried that the cold poison would be reflected back and hurt him. So he put the victory on his other hand.
His palm turned quickly, but it didn't go straight for the beef. With a whoosh, it chopped down towards Yang Guo's wrist.
Yang Guo's arm didn't move. He held his chopsticks upright and shook a few more times. Daoist Baisheng suddenly felt the tip of the chopsticks touch the web between his thumb and forefinger. He quickly pulled back. Yang Guo's chopstick turned back, still holding the beef. He struck the pressure points with the chopstick, extremely fast, after a few shakes, the beef did not fall.
Everyone around could see that in that moment, the two had exchanged several stances. Yang Guo's chopsticks were extremely fast, but Taoist Priest Bai Shen was able to pull his hand back and dodge in the nick of time, his martial arts were really good.
Daoist Hundred Damage became more and more anxious after launching a series of attacks that were silently dealt with by Chen Xi. He'd made a name for himself for a few dozen years, yet he was now tied with a junior, and it was truly embarrassing.
The two light chopsticks in his opponent's hands were as heavy as Mount Tai, and he didn't dare to take them head-on every time.
Feeling that he's at a disadvantage fighting with his bare hands, Taoist Bai Shen suddenly grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the side and grabbed the piece of beef. He's been fighting with his bare hands all this time and Yang Guo was mainly defending against his attacks. He didn't expect him to suddenly rush towards the beef.
In just a split second, the opponent had actually defeated him.
However, he reacted quickly. With a flick of his wrist, a strange force surged out and moved the piece of beef back towards him.
Seeing the piece of beef move a few inches towards Yang Guo, and then move a few inches towards Daoist Baishuang. The beef was covered in a layer of frost one moment, and then it gave off wisps of hot air the next. The surrounding people were full of admiration. Clearly, everyone understood that the two were using extremely profound inner strength to fight.
However, in comparison, everyone admired Yang Guo more. Internal energy is the most important thing. He's so young, yet he's able to fight evenly with Taoist Priest Bai Shen, who's had internal energy for decades. It's really shocking.
At this time, Jin Bingyun's red lips moved slightly, "Both of you are His Highness's guests, this competition is just to liven things up. If there's any death or injury in a fight of internal energy, it wouldn't be good."
Khubilai also came out to smooth things over, "That's right, I've already seen everyone's high level martial arts, please stop now."
"As His Highness commands." These words were exactly what Taoist Priest Bai Shen wanted. In a fight of internal energy, if they weren't careful, they'd either die or be injured. He and Yang Guo didn't have any irreconcilable grudges, so there was no need to make things like this.
Yang Guo obviously had the same thoughts. The two of them very tacitly retracted their internal energy.
"Why are there so many people fighting over a piece of meat? Is it really that delicious?" When he said the first word, it felt like the person was a bit far away, but when he said the last word, it sounded like he was right next to their ears. This person's speed was truly rare.
A shadow flashed by the door. A person reached out and snatched the piece of fat beef from the two people's chopsticks. He put it into his mouth and started chewing.
This time, everyone was shocked. They all stood up at the same time and looked at the person. It was an old man with white hair and a white beard. His face was glowing and he was smiling from ear to ear. They saw him sit on the carpet on the floor. His left hand brushed aside his white beard and his right hand shoved the piece of beef into his mouth.
Taoist Priest Bai Shen thought back to what had just happened. Although he and Yang Guo had both retracted their internal energy, this old man was able to snatch the piece of beef from their hands so easily. The technique he used was really shocking.
Yang Guo smiled and said, "So it's Senior Zhou."
Song Qingshu also recognized him. It was the Old Urchin Zhou Botong. The last time he saw him on Beating the Drum Mountain, he saw him walking with Hong Qigong. Two days ago, he thought it was strange that he only saw Hong Qigong and not Zhou Botong. He didn't think that just as he spoke of the devil, he would appear.
"Pfft pfft pfft, it's cold and hot at the same time. The meat is a mess. Why is this beef so disgusting?" Zhou Botong quickly spat out the piece of beef in his mouth.
At this time, the guards of the palace had already caught up with him. They shouted, "Capture him." Four spears were already aimed at his chest. Zhou Botong stretched out his left hand and grabbed the four spear heads. He said to the side, "Yang Guo, bring me some good beef. I'm starving."
The four Mongolian soldiers used all their strength to push forward, but they didn't budge. They immediately tried to pull back, but their faces were red. The four spears seemed to have been forged into an iron mountain, and couldn't be pulled back even half an inch.
They didn't turn around.
Yang Guo hesitated for a moment, then picked up the plate of beef and flew it over to him. He said, "Please eat!"
Zhou Botong raised his right hand and placed it in front of his chest. Suddenly, a piece of beef jumped up and flew into his mouth as if it had come to life.
Everyone in the room was amused by this and thought he was doing magic. They all cheered. Jinlun Fawang and the other skilled fighters knew that he was using his palm to push a piece of beef out of the plate. If a normal person used their strength to hit the plate, they would be able to make the piece of beef jump up, but the meat would be sent flying and the juices would be dripping. It was impossible to make the pieces of beef jump up one by one. The strength of this person's palm had reached a level where he could do it with ease. The people at the banquet knew that they couldn't do it, and they couldn't help but be in awe of him.
Khubilai said, "Brother Yang, is this Old Urchin your friend?"
Though Yang Guo knew that Zhou Botong's martial arts were great, he also knew that there were many skilled fighters in the room. There were also many Mongolian warriors. If they all attacked him, Zhou Botong would be in danger. He said, "That's right, this Old Urchin is a friend of mine. He's quite famous in the central plains, people call him the Old Urchin Zhou Botong."
"If he's your friend, then he's my friend too." Khubilai saw that Yang Guo's martial arts were great and wanted to recruit him. He waved his hand at the Mongolian warriors.
The four Mongolian warriors felt as if they had been pardoned. They couldn't take back their spears, but they didn't dare to let go. The Mongolian military law was very strict; abandoning one's weapon in battle was a crime punishable by death. They were lucky that their Highness had spoken, otherwise they wouldn't have known what to do.
"Huh, why are they leaving?" Zhou Botong saw this and threw the spears on the floor. In a short while, he had finished the entire plate of beef. But he wasn't satisfied. He waved his right hand and the plate flew up into the air. It drew an arc in the air and flew straight towards a plate of roast lamb. The plate flew towards him and the empty plate spun a few times on the table, then stopped.
He was using the "Tai Chi Force". It was like a Tai Chi diagram that kept on going down and down. If he threw the plate in an open space, it would go around him. It was not difficult to use this kind of force, and there were many people who were good at illusionary techniques who were good at this skill. The difficulty was to control the force perfectly, so that the empty plate would stop and another plate of food would be delivered to his hand.
Even Song QingShu admired Zhou Botong. Zhou Botong's training was from the orthodox Xuanmen Sect, and for several decades, he had mastered the Nine Yin Manual. In terms of finesse and finesse, perhaps even Song QingShu could not compare to him.
Zhou Botong laughed and was very proud of himself. He used the force in his palms and pieces of roast lamb jumped up into the air. He ate all the meat on the plate. He then looked at Yang Guo and asked, "Hey, where's Xiao Long Nu? Why isn't she with you?"
Before Yang Guo had time to answer, he answered his own question again, "Oh, I seem to remember. I heard from the old beggar that Song QingShu seemed to have stolen Xiao Longnu. Speaking of which, this is a good thing. Congratulations!"
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