Duan Yanqing leaned on his crutches and stood in front of Ye Erniang. His expression was very serious. He regarded Chen Ang as the greatest enemy in his life. Just now, he realized that his martial arts were not as good as Chen Ang's. His defeat this time was because of the difference in their strength.
When Chen Ang made his move, he did not pay much attention. But after the fight, he realized that this person's martial arts were unparalleled in the world and he was not his match. Realizing this, he thought of retreating. He said in a deep voice, "I have heard of the 'Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi'. It is the Ming Cult's supreme skill. So you are the current Cult Leader of the Ming Cult. I was friends with your former Cult Leader, Fang La. Why are you so aggressive?"
The Western Xia people arrived late and did not hear the news from the north. The young man who delivered the letter was still hiding on the side, shivering. The crowd of beggars said, "So it is the Ming Cult's martial arts. We have never heard of it. But that cripple guessed wrong. Not only this person is not a member of the Ming Cult, he even chased the Ming Cult's Cult Leader for more than three hundred li."
Someone else thought on a deeper level, 'For the Ming Cult to have this kind of martial art, it's clear that they're not some kind people. Not only did this person kill their big cult and cause them to scatter like monkeys when the tree falls, he even learned their most powerful martial art. He's really a powerful person.'
As soon as Duan Yanqing said this, he felt that something was wrong. The Beggar Clan's mocking eyes made his heart sink. "Did I guess wrong? You are not a member of the Ming Cult? "
"You are half right. You are one of the few well-informed people in Jianghu." Chen Ang smiled and said calmly, "The Ming Cult lives in a remote corner and is very isolated. It is very difficult for outsiders to get information about the Cult. Otherwise, the 'Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi' would not be as good as the Murong family's' Big Dipper Da Nuo Yi '. To know about the Ming Cult's supreme martial arts, you have surpassed ninety-nine percent of the elders in Jianghu. "
Elder Xu's face turned red when he heard this. Duan Yanqing did not look happy. He said in a deep voice, "But I guessed wrong. What is your background?"
"I don't care where you came from. The world has long since come to a conclusion about the wonders of the Murong Clan's Shifting Stars. It's not up to you to comment on it!" The Western Xia warrior made a feint and retreated from Huang Chang's grasp. Then, his body flashed and appeared in front of Chen Ang.
"The ancestors of the Murong Clan only managed to get a glimpse of Ming Cult's martial art, and they were able to turn it into their own martial art. They created a martial art that is not inferior to Heaven and Earth Great Shift. Of course they are amazing. Amazing." Chen Ang used the word 'amazing' twice to praise the Murong Clan.
A divine light flashed in the eyes of the Xixia warrior. He laughed heartily and said, "Give him a taste of his own medicine. The senior of the Murong family is naturally a heaven-warping hero. It's not your turn to spout nonsense here. I don't know where you've stolen some fur from. How dare you make a fool of yourself in front of the heroes of the world?"
"Stellar Transposition, naturally miraculous." The corners of Chen Ang's mouth curled up into a smile. Looking at the extremely pleased Murong Fu in front of him, he unhurriedly said, "Unfortunately, the affairs of the world advance."
"The path of martial arts is like rowing a boat against the current. If you don't advance, you will fall behind. Even I have to say that Murong Longcheng's Stellar Transposition is exquisite. But in the hands of your descendants … "
Chen Ang looked at Murong Fu coldly. His words struck at the bottom of Murong Fu's heart. "So what?"
Murong Fu's expression changed. It was as if he had been stabbed at the point he didn't want to mention the most. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You are worthy, you are worthy …"
"I am worthy!" Chen Ang said calmly. "Heaven and Earth Great Shift has been innovated in my hands. It has reached a whole new level. Of course, I can comment on your martial art."
"Murong Fu!"
When everyone heard this name, they were all shocked. Wang Yuyan couldn't help but exclaim. Feng Polio and Bao Butong looked at the person on the stage excitedly and then fiercely glared at the Beggar Sect disciples that surrounded them.
Chen Ang looked at him and continued, "Although you don't care about anything and have the ambition to restore your country, it is a pity that you don't have much talent. You forget about righteousness when you see small benefits. You keep struggling, but in the end, it is just a dream.
"In the path of martial arts, you are knowledgeable but not specialized. You have great ambitions, but you are mediocre. You are always struggling on the edge of an illusory dream. In terms of martial arts cultivation and magnanimity, you are not as good as Qiao Feng. In terms of the ability to raise flags and rebel, you are much weaker than Ming Cult. Apart from an empty reputation, there is nothing worthy of praise. Qiao Feng is as famous as you, and it is a disgrace to him. "
When Chen Ang saw that Murong Fu's face was turning darker, he said indifferently, "Even I don't think highly of your ability to rebel. You still have to deal with the Ming Cult, which is our greatest threat, before you can even have the chance to deal with a ringworm like you."
"Enough!" Murong Fu shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if his body was being pulled by an invisible string. With a strange flash, he arrived behind Chen Ang. He gathered his strength on his fingertips and pointed at Chen Ang with the Joined Finger.
The Beggar Sect's Martial Arts Teaching Elder's expression changed greatly. He cried out in alarm, "Floating Silk in the Sky!"
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Even Duan Yanqing couldn't react in time. He saw Murong Fu's movements and thought, 'This person's martial arts are not bad, but it is a pity that he is far inferior to that official. With the Southern Sea's Floating Silk in the Sky, he should be able to withstand one or two moves. If I attack him together, I might not necessarily be inferior to that official.'
With this thought in mind, Duan Yanqing also pounced forward. With a tap of his steel crutch, he attacked Chen Ang from the front and Murong Fu from the back. The power of the One Yang Finger was unleashed to the extreme, and it was enough to burn one's body with Yang fire.
The Joined Finger was swift and fierce, while the One Yang Finger was vigorous. Both were unparalleled finger techniques in the world. Chen Ang felt a faint stabbing pain in his back and chest. At that moment, the two of them were still a few feet away from each other, but the force could already pass through. It was truly an extremely terrifying martial art.
Who in the world would dare to ignore the combination of these two finger techniques?
Chen Ang focused slightly, and his right hand silently reached out. He bent his elbow, and his movements were as smooth as flowing water. His two hands moved in a circle, and the force alternated between fast and slow. It was reserved and restrained. His will, Qi, form, and spirit actually seemed to have merged into one.
Murong Fu felt as if his Joined Finger had fallen into a ball of cotton. He was wrapped up by a tough and lingering force. He continued to point at Chen Ang, but he was pulled to the side by the force. His finger force was entangled and accumulated, and he was toying with Chen Ang's hands, unable to explode. After a while, he had already accumulated the force of seven or eight fingers.
Duan Yanqing broke out in a cold sweat. His hands trembled violently, and he could barely hold on. Under the pull of the force, the accumulated force of the One Yang Finger could no longer be controlled by him. The two of them were affected by the martial art, and they could not help but execute it. They circulated their strength according to Chen Ang's guidance.
It was as if there was a soft force in front of them that fought against the two finger forces. They could receive the force and control it freely. However, whenever the two of them wanted to withdraw their strength, they felt empty and powerless. They could neither release nor withdraw the force of the two fingers, and it made them feel very uncomfortable.
Before they knew it, Chen Ang had carefully observed the Joined Finger and the One Yang Finger. He tried to figure out the wonders of it, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Duan Yanqing and Murong Fu were sweating profusely. They were on the verge of collapsing. They could no longer control the force that Chen Ang was guiding. If Chen Ang withdrew his force, they would bleed from their orifices and burn their organs.
The Beggar's Sect members were shocked. They could not believe what they were seeing. They looked at the two experts who were being toyed with. They were so shocked that they could not even describe it. If the two of them wanted him to stand, he would stand. If they wanted him to jump, he would jump. They were like two puppets with strings pulled. It was extremely comical.
However, no one present had a smile on their faces or in their hearts. They only felt silence and sorrow. Murong Fu was so ashamed that he wanted to die. He let out a shrill roar, "Are you going to kill me or not? Are you going to kill me or not?!"
Wang Yuyan was watching from the side. She almost cried. She saw Duan Yu standing not far away and panicked. She hurriedly said, "Young Master Duan, please save my cousin."
Duan Yu heard her voice and thought sadly, "Miss Wang is anxious for her cousin. If we were in different places, would she be willing to shout for me? Forget it. Miss Wang is kind. No matter who is above her, she will be anxious for him! What am I to you? She still likes her cousin. "
As he thought about it, he felt that he had no more business, so he closed his eyes and barged into the circle that Chen Ang had drawn.
"Good timing! I'll give you a big gift! " Chen Ang smiled and guided the two forces to surround Duan Yu. He patted Duan Yu's hands and lifted Duan Yu's hands to meet the two's fingers. The two forces wrapped around Chen Ang's hands. The Dark North Divine Art had sensed the internal energy and was automatically activated.
An endless stream of internal energy flowed from Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing's fingertips into Duan Yu's body. When Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing executed the Northern Underworld Divine Art, the internal energy gushed out and disappeared without a trace. Only Chen Ang noticed the subtlety of it. He controlled the energy from his two fingers and slowly poured it out, smoothly preventing Duan Yu from getting injured.
Only when Chen Ang finished learning the subtlety of it did he shake off the two and send Duan Yu flying dozens of feet away with a palm strike.
Duan Yanqing and Murong Fu's faces were pale, their breaths were weak. Duan Yanqing was still fine, with the support of Ye Erniang, who had finished regulating his breathing, he was able to walk with difficulty. Murong Fu directly fell on the dusty ground, cut a sorry figure, completely losing his previous majestic appearance. Ah Bi cried out in alarm, she pushed away the Beggar Clan disciples and stepped forward to help him up.
Naturally the Beggar Clan would not make things difficult for a little girl, but Murong Fu struggled to push Ah Bi's support away. "I don't need anybody to help me," he sternly said. His expression was one of fear, "Where is my internal energy? Where's my internal energy? "
Ah Bi sobbed, "Young Master!"
Murong Fu looked up to the sky and laughed. He pushed Ah Bi away, "I haven't lost yet!"
Chen Ang sighed and walked slowly to Murong Fu. "You really haven't lost. You've lost fifty percent of your internal energy, but it doesn't mean you're a cripple. Only after a hundred refinements can you forge fine steel. Since ancient times, those who achieved great things have all gone through trials and tribulations. Your attitude really makes people look down on you."
Murong Fu listened to his words and struggled for a while. Finally, he calmed down. He tidied up his appearance and said quietly, "Your Excellency has won!" Unexpectedly, he also struggled to stand up, his face more resolute.
Compared to before, there was an indescribable feeling surging in his body.
Chen Ang looked back at Ye Erniang and said coldly, "I hope you'll be there at the Shaolin Temple meeting. Whether you're happy or sad, retribution or not, I want you to face it calmly. Are you willing to go?"
Ye Erniang was silent for a while. Then she asked in a dry voice, "Is it about my enemy?"
"Half a lifetime of karma, half a lifetime of sorrow and joy!" Chen Ang did not answer directly.
Ye Erniang said in a low voice, "I'm willing to go." She raised her head and looked at Chen Ang with sparkling eyes. She said calmly, "There's always a voice urging me that I won't regret it. Don't you think so?"
Chen Ang did not answer her. He looked around at the messy scene and killed Haolian Tieshu with one palm. He turned around and patted Duan Yu's shoulder, saying, "Prince, it's time for us to go!"
Duan Yu was startled and asked blankly, "Where to?"
"Follow Young Master Murong to Swallow Dock!"
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